Orienon

Orienon is an elf with a history of much turmoil. While the entire Elven culture is shaped by the anguish of many blights, such as the march of the Undead Scourge upon Quel'thalas and the corruption of their beloved Sunwell, Orienon has had his own fair share of stories that hurt deep at his heart, and throb at the back of his conscience. This is the story of Orienon Sunstep, from beginning to last.

Beginnings
All Blood Elves have witnessed the destruction of their kingdom of Quel'thalas and the corruption of the Sunwell. It is still extremely fresh in their minds, though the blow of the Sunwell is softened by the fact that it has been reclaimed. Orienon had always been one to admire his family, for his family, even though they were of a low caste in Silvermoon, always strove to take care of themselves, no matter how hard it may be. Orienon lived with his parents into adulthood, because he felt that it was his duty to help them live after they struggled so hard to raise him. At this point in his life, he didn't have much going for him other than a good mind and strong body, so he figured that he would be a worker to support himself and his parents.

That idea was crushed when both of his parents were murdered. The trio were moving along a rather notorious part of Silvermoon City, literally called Murder Row, when they were ambushed by two thieves aligned with an equally notorious Blood Elven criminal organization. When the two senior elves refused to give in to the demands of giving up what meager coin they had. The thieves didn't hesitate to brutally murder them both with many stabs to the gut, chest, and throat. When the corpses were thoroughly mangled, they were looted, and the thieves got away, never to be seen again. Orienon went home that day shaken and saddened, but not injured. The next day he woke up determined and steeled, confident that even though his parents had died in front him, that surely they didn't want him doomed to a fate of the lower caste forever. He scrounged up what money he could, but came short of what he was after. After making the tough decision of selling valuables, he set off to buy himself a set of chain armor, a nice sword, and began to march valiantly toward the Blood Knights' sanctum.

Little did he know how brutal the Blood Knight training could truly be.