Post by kajaaris on Dec 13, 2014 0:52:11 GMT
When the elven village of Suncrown was overtaken by scourge, a scant few inhabitants managed to escape. Among the group was a preistess in training named Katkaa. Led by Hannaven Dawnseeker, she and the other survivors fled for their lives. But they did not get far. The scourge fiends that had slaughtered so many were ever at their backs, and some of the escapees were killed. the remnants scattered. Some sought refuge in Silvermoon, and still others journeyed southward instead.
Katkaa chose to flee even further, seeking the land where the elves first landed in the Eastern Kingdoms. She did not know much about this land, only that it was an area that was supposed to be safe from the plague. Her desperate search led her to a grove of trees close to the Tirisfal Glade. Exhausted, frightened, and grieving, Katkaa despaired even more when she saw that the land she had expected to house a city only held a strange ring of mushrooms that pulsated with a soft light.
Having no other haven, Katkaa settled down to rest in the glowing ring, feeling startled but oddly safe when seven colorful dragon-like creatures appeared in the grove. But upon falling asleep, Katkaa would come to a horrifying realization. This was indeed the land of her predecessors, their safe haven from the plague...a place that had driven several of them mad. Entrenched in sleep, unable to wake, and surrounded by nothingness, Kat bore witness to an echo of the event that drove the elves to lose their minds.
A pulse, and an impossible sky, the death of an Old God with no name...
Several days later, the elf stumbled through the gates of the forsaken Undercity, laughing uncontrollably and whispering the word "Ny'alotha" over and over again.
Katkaa chose to flee even further, seeking the land where the elves first landed in the Eastern Kingdoms. She did not know much about this land, only that it was an area that was supposed to be safe from the plague. Her desperate search led her to a grove of trees close to the Tirisfal Glade. Exhausted, frightened, and grieving, Katkaa despaired even more when she saw that the land she had expected to house a city only held a strange ring of mushrooms that pulsated with a soft light.
Having no other haven, Katkaa settled down to rest in the glowing ring, feeling startled but oddly safe when seven colorful dragon-like creatures appeared in the grove. But upon falling asleep, Katkaa would come to a horrifying realization. This was indeed the land of her predecessors, their safe haven from the plague...a place that had driven several of them mad. Entrenched in sleep, unable to wake, and surrounded by nothingness, Kat bore witness to an echo of the event that drove the elves to lose their minds.
A pulse, and an impossible sky, the death of an Old God with no name...
Several days later, the elf stumbled through the gates of the forsaken Undercity, laughing uncontrollably and whispering the word "Ny'alotha" over and over again.