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It was a night of betrayal, of lost love, of bargains and dark promises but for Leahalani, it was a night of the greatest loss. In order to gain a position of power and the promise of an extended mortality, Danaan, her husband, sold out Leahalani to one named Jettblack. The leader of an order that was supposed to be allied with the Lord Keruptis.
Jettblack had been moving in secret against the dark lord. Her goal had been to subvert all that he held dear or needed to continue to work in secret. She set her eyes on Leahalani when she noticed the favor the girl had been getting as of late. Leahalani had been working diligently for Lord Keruptis. Her faith and devotion were noted by many. She alone had taken the courage to make the shot against a traitor of their own order when others stood by considering allowing the woman to escape.
Danaan, on this night, let Jettblack know where she and her ilk could find the young huntress alone and unprotected. Due to the numbers and skill of those that Jettblack brought with her, Leahalani was soon taken. Jettblack placed the young girl under a compulsion spell and so the deal was struck between Jettblack and Danaan.
Over time, the compulsion began to fade. Leahalani would move in secret when she was free of it, to find the scions. But always, they were a step ahead, out of reach. The old halls were empty. The secret meeting places abandoned. Even the ways that messages could be passed had been changed. Leahalani was alone and living amongst her own enemy.
Remembering her lessons, to ingratiate oneself with your enemy. To find a weakness to strike against and to find what your enemy holds dear; Leahalani turned her attention to winning Jettblack's favor. It did not take much time to work her way up to Jettblack's right hand. She served as if still compelled.. still enraptured with her mistress, but her heart made plans in secret against her husband and her mistress.
As time passed, Leahalani never gave up her search for the Dark Lord and her sisters and brothers. She found peace at the altar of storms, the great statue reminding her of the dark lord. She spent many free hours there in prayer to the great dark for guidance and for strength to continue alone.
Finally, a plan filled her heart. It was dark, and horrible but more importantly, it would serve her purpose. Leahalani let herself become pregant with Danaan's child. Danaan had been wishing for such an event to secure a legacy of magic and power. In turn, she planted rumors and plots for Jettblack to hear and find. A prophecy was too much for the paranoid mistress and one night, she took her second and cut from her the very child that Danaan had wanted so desperately. Leahalani lay weak but vindicated, she knew that Jettblack's order could never withstand such an unmerciful act.
As soon as she was able, she fled to her husband, sobbing at the loss of their child. She lay back, still weak but in control, as Danaan predictably turned on Jettblack. Many fled to his side, sharing his outrage that the guildmistress would take an innocent life on rumor and inuendo.. on a obscure prophecy. The guild fell into chaos. Danaan, filled with grief, left the order of the widows taking Leahalani, Jettblack's second with him.
It did not take long, less then 30 days later, Jettblack's order crumbled and fell apart. She fled into another order, the council of the abyss, seeking justice and to make amends for the many horrid acts she had committed.
Now free of Jettblack, Leahalani resumed her search for the dark lord once more. She never told her husband that she searched, for he would have objected, wanting such power for himself. Her revenge against him was complete, for despite his efforts, she would not allow him to touch her to create another child. His legacy was lost to him.
One night, praying fervently at the altar of storms, a voice filled her. Compelled beyond reason, she left and headed for Zul'Gurub. Entering its ominious heights, she followed the sound of music. There, upon the temple roof, she found her lord, her mentor and dark teacher. Stunned at the sight of him, fearful of his reaction, and joyful beyond belief, Leahalani bowed before him. Her search was finally over.
So we mourn in darkened dawn, before the blackened throne, while innocence serves evil and melts all hearts to stone.
Keruptis
Dark Lord
Keruptis’s eyes widened as he caught sight of Leahalani, and for a moment he was still, as though surrounded by ghosts. Leahalani, dark huntress of the Scions of old. For a moment he wondered if the torchlights illuminating the ancient ruins of Zul’Gurub were playing tricks on his eyes. But then the Kaldorei knelt before him, whispering, her voice choking, “Lord Keruptis, long have I searched for you. I remain a steadfast loyal servant to the Great Dark.”
Leahalani had indeed been the most loyal of the Scions. It had been a different age then, times had been different. The only way out of the Scions was death. More than once it had fallen upon Leahalani to track and hunt down those who had broken their oath and end their lives. Where other Scions gave pause for the love of a former sister, Leahalani had drawn her bow without hesitation and filled the traitor’s bosom with poisoned, barbed arrows. She hadn’t even flinched. Paired with the undead rogue Surath, the two had made a formidable pair, canvassing Azeroth, making assassinations as he directed them.
It had pained him to let her go. Though her heart and soul had remained true to Darkness, her will had been compromised. In the same cold manner Leahalani had slain former Scions beneath his direction, so Keruptis severed their communication.
The Great Dark soon after ordered the dissolution of the Order. Keruptis gathered the most loyal of the Scion summoners, and then slayed the rest, vanishing into the darkness to begin again. For Leahalani to have found him, meant it was the Great Dark’s will, this he was certain.
He listened as Leahalani feverishly relayed her experience, her tenacity in adhering to the teachings of the Order, continuing to follow its precepts to bring down their enemy though she had been all but abandoned. Keruptis listened intently to her tale of self-sacrifice, made even more poignant by the offering of her own child. Keruptis smiled. He would need to bring her back into the folds very carefully.
When man plays God with power given and then thwarts the fates, he risks a path he would not choose if he but knew the stakes.
Published by :latiera 2007-10-05 23:51:49.0
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