Throne

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Player: zenethen

Character Full Name: Arden di Silvio (Name after death: Throne)

Character In-Game Name: Throne

Nickname(s): Throne, Deathguard, Knight

Association(s): Knights of the Ebon Blade, Undercity, Black Harvest

Race: Forsaken

Class: Death Knight

Skills and Abilities:

He's a former royal guard of Lordaeron, and a death knight; while this gives him extreme experience on the field of battle, he does not possess any outstanding abilities.

Age: 57 (49 at death)

Sex: Male

Hair: It has, through both of his deaths, rotted away.

Eyes: Frosty Blue

Weight: 172 lbs not counting armor

Height: 5’ 10”

Usual Garments/Armor: Throne is garbed in a darkened form of the armor of Lordaeron’s royal guard. The armor, once shining, brilliant, and covered in the symbols of Lordaeron’s loyal royal guards, it is now somewhat tarnished from age and the symbols of Lordaeron’s royal guard has been replaced with the symbols of various orders; the Ebon Blade and the standard of Undercity. The armor seems to be physically sealed at certain joints to prevent removal or slipping of armor pieces, and so Throne is never seen in anything else than this iconic armor.


Personality

Throne is a rather simple case when it comes to encounters with other people; he often remains ominous and foreboding, and speaks monotonously, rarely ever displaying emotion. A result of Throne’s two deaths, Throne has no true capacity for any emotion aside from those he was taught to inflict, such as pain, sorrow, and death. However, through his ultimate defiance of the Scourge with both of his deaths, he has developed a sense of honor when it comes to dealing with the living; he has learned to not mercilessly slaughter and has much control over his hungers as a death knight. He will often address everyone he meets by a title or prejudiced name, though not as insult but simply as something to call them before he learns a proper title or name.

Alignment: True Neutral

History

Arden di Silvio was born to a retired sailor of Kul’tiras and his wife who resided in the town of Brill. His childhood was as simple as any small townboy; helping his father and mother with various tasks and making friends and childish enemies around the village. Arden’s mother taught him simple things such as how to read and write, and his father taught him of the thrill of combat and history.

At the age of twelve, Arden’s father began training him with practice sword and shield, as he envisioned his son one day becoming a great soldier of Lordaeron. For four years, Arden’s duties as a member of the village of Brill were forgotten as he trained tirelessly with his father, forming into a dutiful young fighter. When he was sixteen, Arden bade his farewell to his mother and left Brill to fulfill his father’s wishes for him.

Arden found his place in the capital city of Lordaeron, where he enlisted into Lordaeron’s armies. For twelve years, he was honed into a brilliant soldier and tactician, rising in the ranks until he was a sergeant major in the armies of Lordaeron. It was then that they heard of the First War in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and Anduin Lothar came to Lordaeron pleading for aid.

When Lordaeron’s armies prepared for the attack of this fearsome orcish horde, Arden was stalwart in the training and ordering of Lordaeron’s men. He was placed on horseback as a knight, and when the orcish horde advanced on the northern kingdoms, Arden was at the head of many battles, surviving through sheer luck of battle. When he and his comrades were pushed back to the capital city of Lordaeron, Arden stood firm as a defender atop the walls of the city. The battle was won for the Alliance, and so Arden and his brothers in arms cheered.

Arden rode out alongside his fellow knights once again when they crushed Alterac for its betrayal, and then returned to capital city as protection for the city as the armies marched south to combat the orcish horde. He was dubbed an official knight of Lordaeron, and was offered a position in Lordaeron’s greatest force for his valiant service. He accepted, and so became a member of Lordaeron’s royal guard.

For near fifteen years, Arden served as a royal guard to King Terenas of Lordaeron. Never truly spoken to, but always watching for trouble, the royal guards were forever at watch. In his seventh year under the service of the royal guard, he heard news of his parents passing, and he mourned for them.

In his fifteenth year under the service of the royal guard, a strange thing occurred; during an ambassadorial meeting in the throne room of the palace, a prophet bade a grave warning, saying that the demons that the orcs had worshipped were to come again. Terenas blatantly denied this and called the prophet a madman, and Arden was pleased; the prophecy sounded all but true.

Barely weeks after the prophets warning, rumors spread of a plague that was creeping through the towns of Lordaeron. Arden did not mind the rumors, as it did not seem to come anywhere near to affecting the citizens of the capital city, nor the royal family. The rumors turned into fact of a plague of undeath, and Arden was ready for anything to come when Arthas left to battle these menaces.

Arden again was at his station in the throne room when Uther himself confronted king Terenas and reported the slaughter of Stratholme and called for Arthas’s men to be recalled from their apparent northern expedition. A month passed from this event, and Arden stood stalwart in the throne room when news of Arthas’s return reached them all.

Arden was in the barracks of the royal guard when Arthas did return, and he and his comrades were approaching the throne room when the cries first rang out; the king had been slain, and the scourge was here. Arden faced many ghouls alongside his brothers in arms, their training and sheer willpower putting them as superior opponents against the inferior undead creations. Eventually, however, they were over-run and mercilessly slain.

Arden was expecting to be warmed in the Light’s hallowed halls, but the necromancers of the scourge apparently had different plans for Lordaeron’s loyal royal guard. Arden has no memory of his service under the Lich King other than the occasional flashes of slaughters throughout Lordaeron. For a year, he was a mindless slave to the Lich King’s will, but when the Lich King’s power wavered, he was among the many in Lordaeron that found themselves regaining their free will.

Naming themselves the Forsaken, Arden and his brothers in free-will were at first disgusted at their undead forms, but soon got over it in favor of combating the Scourge that currently inhabited their homeland. The Forsaken fought a great war against the scourge in Lordaeron, and Arden was among the soldiers fighting against Balnazzar’s armies in capital city, all of his anger and sorrow for the slain citizens of the capital unleashing upon his opponents. Within barely days, capital city was reclaimed by the Forsaken.

It was there that Sylvanas, the former ranger-general of Quel’thalas and commander of the forsaken forces, proclaimed herself the Banshee Queen and swore to see the Lich King dead. All around Arden, many of the Forsaken were giving themselves new names to fit their undeath. Arden found his way to the throne room of the capital city’s palace and knelt, taking an oath to see Lordaeron one day be bright again, and naming himself after the thing he deemed he had failed to protect; the throne of Lordaeron.

Throne went to an old forge and with the help of some of his new forsaken brethren sealed his armor of the royal guard together so that it would forever remain on him as a reminder of his new life. He tossed away the traditional halberd that the royal guards used and took up two old blades from the forge, remaking them and honing them to slay Scourge.

For five years, Throne fought against the Scourge alongside his forsaken brethren, becoming a respected warrior amongst his comrades and a fearsome opponent to his enemies. A small forsaken army gathered with Throne, mixed with a small amount of warriors of the Argent Dawn, and they marched on a scourge hold in the Eastern Plaguelands. However, they encountered much more resistance than they expected and most of the small army, including Throne himself, was slain in the battle.

Again, Throne expected to at least be greeted at the gates of the Light’s hallowed halls, but yet again this was torn from him when he awoke from the dead once again, this time able to see all that occurred. He awoke in the halls of Acherus, again the necromancers of the Scourge leaning over his corpse. Throne could do nothing but watch as his body was willed to battle and the slaughter of hundreds of civilians and soldiers in the Scarlet Enclave, his scourge-slaying blades shining with the blood of the living.

After the massacre of the Scarlet Enclave, Throne was willed to charge upon the Argent Dawn stronghold of Light’s Hope Chapel. The Battle of Light’s Hope Chapel was a large blur in Throne’s memory, but he remembers that at the end of it, he had will over his limbs again. Throne swore himself to the Knights of the Ebon Blade, bearing their tabard now and carving runes of frost magic into his dual-blades. He followed the forsaken expedition to Howling Fjord, named the Hand of Vengeance.

Through the Howling Fjord the forsaken marched, Throne’s skills as a death knight and former royal guard matching the size of their massive opponents in the Vrykul. From the Fjord, Throne and the forsaken marched northwest to Dragonblight, where they again met the Scourge on the field of battle, and the fury of the forsaken was again unleashed on their weak-minded opponents.

During battle in Dragonblight, Throne heard of the supposed betrayal of the forsaken at Wrathgate, at which time he and many of his comrades immediately recalled themselves to capital city. At the gates of what was now the Undercity, Throne stood side by side with many of his comrades-in-arms as the armies of the horde descended upon the city. This time Throne’s blades cut into the limbs of traitorous forsaken; which many of his brethren cursed for their betrayal and loyalty to the traitor Putress.

After the Battle of the Undercity, Throne returned to Northrend to once again fight the Lich King’s minions. All the way to Icecrown Citadel itself, Throne fought mercilessly and tirelessly alongside many comrades, those men and women of Lordaeron in the Argent Crusade sometimes glancing at his armor strangely in breaks of battle. When the battle of Icecrown Citadel was won, Throne gave cheer for the fall of the Scourge, and returned to Lordaeron.

In Lordaeron, he began to travel, hunting down and slaying all minions of the scourge that he found. For two years he did this, until he eventually found executor Jared Richter of the Black Harvest, who offered him the position of deathguard in the Harvest. Feeling that the Harvest would be Lordaeron’s salvation, Throne took the position, and on his patrols for the Harvest he did that same thing as he had for two years; found and slew any scourge in his path. He continues to serve the Harvest and Ebon Blade to this day, forever remembering and honoring those he remember that have fallen.