third war

Interviewer: Beginning recording, first session.  Knight Adept Kerwin, it's good to meet you.  Just so you're aware, this gem here is a recording device, it's just to make certain we can review this later. 

Satchiel Valas Kerwin: I know Arcana goodies when I see them, Doc.  What precisely is this for, anyway?

Well, there have been reports since you left active service to Silvermoon that you've been acting erratically.  Admitting to not sleeping for days at a time, running off on expeditions to far areas of the Kingdoms or Kalimdor without advanced warning, et cetera.  The Order of Blood Knights is concerned for your wellbeing.

Considering I've already caused them PR trouble with Rivanne, they're just making sure I'm not gonna do it again.  Cute. 

Either way, Knight Adept, I'm here and I want to talk to you if that's all right.  I take it the rumors are true?

Yes.

(( Sorry for the slew of updates/spam - taking advantage of being inspired of late, I think. ^^; Thanks for reading! ))

"Aughh-aaaaah!" She wailed, clutching her head between her hands, a sorry attempt to drown out the screams of death all around her.

She watched the swarm of animated corpses descend upon the defenders across the river. Fires roared on all sides, illuminating the scene in a hellish red glow beneath the full moon.

No longer beside the river with the Scout, she stood a distance north, overlooking the carnage, intact ivory and golden stave in her hand, the beaded necklace loosely wrapped around her wrist. Her clothes were a stunning white and gold, though already sullied with the blood of her allies, and scorched from the acrid smoke of the fires.

"Incoming!" The shout tore through the air inside Honor Hold. "Infernals!"

A young man, just arrived, turned around just in time to see an infernal boulder flying at him. But at the last moment someone shoved him out of the way. Another guard, older and more experienced, had taken the boulder for him.

The noble guard had only one regret. That he had left his son alone.

"I'm sorry to tell you, lad, but... Your father was killed yesterday. He was fighting back Legion assaults on Honor Hold." The burly guard spoke slowly. There was pity in his voice, for the new orphan. "Go along to the Orphanage. I'm sorry for your loss." And with that, the guard left the small child alone. Alone for the rest of his childhood. Alone in the Cathedral district.

The young boy sat down on the road, tears welling up for the father he had barely known. The tale of orphaned children was an old one, in these dark times.