Shayser

A History: Shayser Stormwhisper
Much of what is known of the Kal’dorei, Shayser Stormwhisper, comes from stuff of legend and tales of the past. Though many do not acknowledge him by name, one would quite often stumble across a character in their stories whose name they do not remember.

In truth, the likeliness is, they are referring to Shayser himself.

Humble Beginnings
Shayser was born in an Elven camp in the mountains between Winterspring and the Moonglade city of Nighthaven to Sprinth & Jarrae Stormwhisper. The first of their children, they were elated with his birth, and showered him with affection for all his childhood. They did however, do much to hide his silvery eyes from the rest of their camp and the nearby villages for fear of him being looked down upon. Much to their surprise, the silvery glow brightened, and developed a slight golden tinge to it, and they were happy to show off their son proudly. However, the damage had been done. Years of playing alone, learning lessons at home, and being taught the way of the world by only his parents had developed misanthropic tendencies, and left Shayser recluse, and quiet.

Jarrae, noticing his son’s aversion to others provided him with a two gifts: a small, but lovingly crafted, set of arrows and a matching bow. Shayser took to these quite quickly, and would often be seen out of doors practicing his aim.

There came a time where Shayser accidentally fired an arrow at a rock, and it ricocheted down a small ravine. Feeling brave, he decided to climb down in search of the arrows his father had given him. Upon reaching the bottom, he was able to find the arrow resting between the paws of a sleeping nightsaber. Freezing in place, he was unsure of what to do. The beast, as if perturbed by the simple presence of the boy, opened its eyes, looked Shayser over, and closed its eyes in a huff. Shayser quickly snatched the arrow, and scrambled back up the ravine. He gazed down in wonderment at the beast, and in a whisper said, “I will call you Ace…”

The Simple Things
Shayser came home from the thickets of the Moonglade after foraging for berries, herbs, and minerals to add to his collection (the latter he found near the mountains of Darkshore) to find his parents deep in conversation.

“…One's inability to understand logic does not dismiss the existence of it, Sprinth.” His father said casually, a smile forming at the sight of his son. Shayser listened intently to their conversation and it seemed they were moving, and a good deal of their possessions had already been packed. Shayser waited for a break in the conversation, and asked his father to come with him. The two went down the ravine to the place where Ace, the saber lived, and Shayser revealed to his father his best friend. The cat happily wagged its tail, and perked up its ears at the sight of the boy. Jarrae, realizing his son’s affinity to the world of nature decided that before they left, he should be trained in the art of beast taming.

The following week, the family of three, and the newest addition of a handsome white saber, waved goodbye to the great tree in Mount Hyjal, and departed for the city of Auberdine. Their trek over the mountains was arduous, and for a time they rested in a village of trolls who had a particular love for dancing which Shayser learned to imitate, but never was very good. Upon arriving in Auberdine, the family took a boat to the shores of Darnassus, and spent many years following the trip in the lush foothills of Teldrassil.

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