The story of Yllithia Loreweaver is exactly that, a story. And a long one I might add. If you like the short and bittersweet it goes roughly like so:
Yllithia was born 346 years ago.
She grew up.
She fell in love.
Her mother disappeared.
He didn't love her.
She left home with her father.
Her father died.
She became a priest.
She moved to Stormwind.
Easy enough, but you miss out on everything that makes her her that way. But as said, the long version is that, long and drawn out. Let me see if I can elaborate in a tidy fashion.
Yllithia (Ylli) Loreweaver was born into a family of oddities. Her parents looked quite normal, and acted such in their respects, but the way they met was odd and the reasons for staying together even more so. This, however, is a tale for another day. But to truly understand the person, we must understand the people that she came from. The events of a persons life also adds to the reasoning behind actions, but first, and foremost, it starts with the parents.
Lithriel (Yllithia's father) was born to an odd family himself, that wanted more than anything their child to be a priest. Obeying his parents wishes he did so, and never looked back. Honor was one thing his family held dear. Through his parents he learned to hold his tongue unless spoken to, to not meddle, and to obey without a second thought. Lithriel was well at his job, but he had his own beliefs on forgiveness and such things, perhaps he was a little to strict, a little too honest, or even a little too noble to offer the aid that was required of him. For many reasons he wasn't one to travel through the field to offer comfort and care, instead he was a book keeper, and like everything Lithriel did, he was well at it. In his younger years, being near 1500 before his untimely death, he was granted the ability to scout and learn what all priests should learn, what the world truly holds. He was here for the arrival of evil, both in the form of the legion and the Orcs, he detested those that tried to kill off what he loved, the planet and it's creatures, and thus, although non-hostile towards the other races, he detested them and it was apparent. He loved his people. He loved his work. But destruction would bring about the ruin of both and he was not about to let that happen. For this reason, he held a distaste for the Humans, and malcontent for the Dwarves and Orcs.
Lliahandria (Yllithia's mother) was quite opposite on many positions. She was a fun loving and free spirit. Quick witted and sharp tongued she spoke what was on her mind. A sentinel for her people, she traveled freely through the woods and the land. If she had any talent for mending the land or the hearts of others she most certainly would have been a druid or priest, even if the other sisters wouldn't agree with her. She was often seen as blunt or rude at times, though she knew where respect was due, it was an odd sorts to see her trying to curtsy or address such people with titles. Her family had high hopes of her becoming a druid until they realized it wasn't the trees she was talking to but the creatures dwelling in the woods. Thus, she took on the job as a hunter, enjoying her travels, always victorious in battles, and never allowing a dull moment to entrap her life. She was not one to follow orders, unlike Lithriel, and often was threatened with exile due to the "mishaps" that accompanied any mission she was sent on.
They loved their daughter very much, though both still busy with their own lives, plans, missions and engagements. This allowed Yllithia to grow with nurturing parents and unlimited boundaries. If there were boundaries, she would cautiously overstep them to see how fickle the laws could be. Being the only child with parents of almost extreme opposites, it's no surprise Yllithia turned out just like the both of them. She adored her mother possibly the most, she loved adventure and fun just as her mother did, but also knew what respect was and obeyed her father, for the most part.
Yllithia showed an extreme interest in anything she did and extreme skill as well. Her father hoped for her to become a priestess as he was, and her mother never said a word on what she should be, just that she desire the position she finally chooses. It was possibly the fact that her father pushed so hard that she chose the path her mother followed, a sentinel known as a hunter. Her first pet, and most loved was Mi'kalv, a night saber that was the litter of her mothers cat. It was Yllithia's companion, and she often refers to it as such. She never left Mi'kalv's side, nor he her's until the day he passed, the day her father also left the Azeroth, the day she decided her life was not her own anymore.
Yllithia
When Yllithia neared three hundred she was already growing into a beautiful young woman. She still retains chubby cheeks and childlike mannerisms, but her body had definitely blossomed. It wasn't uncommon for the male Kaldorei to eye her, some even began pursuing, but -began- is the key word. Protective of his only child, who, in his mind was still a child, Lithriel would hear none of it. It was already a custom for YlliRynylious.
Rynylious was an older man to Yllithia. Full of wisdom, stories she never tired of hearing, patience and understanding. He'd treat Ylli as he'd treat everyone else, nearly an equal. In all honesty, Rynylious was full of himself, but nearly justified. He was an established druid, could talk circles out of any situation, and if talking wasn't what worked he was able to handle matters in other ways. There wasn't a female that didn't swoon for him at one point or time. This did nothing to deflate his ego, it merely caused him to be a suave lech. One that Yllithia did, in fact, swoon for. While somewhere in Lithriel's mind he believed his old friend would get Yllithia onto the right path, the path of a magic user, Rynylious was teaching Yllithia different things.
Believing she was truly blessed "by Elune" as her father would say, Yllithia continued on with her secret affair, her daytime outings with friends, and the overall blissfully ignorant attitude she'd come to develop with such a easy life. Slowly, piece by piece it began disintegrating, as if someone were undoing the jigsaw puzzle of her life. It began when the news came in, news she didn't quite understand. It never quite hit her when they told her that Lliahandria may not come home. It never set in when they finally decided it was no longer a maybe. One day the message came that she'd not reported in, though her body was never found, nor any sign of a struggle upon where she was sent. Lithriel was devastated, but Yllithia never gave up hope. She started scouting herself, learning the trade and excelling at it like she did most things. That's when Lithriel decided he could no longer keep records and books, but instead needed to be with his daughter in the case of another unsure answer. They started spending less and less time in their tree house home, more and more of it in the wilderness.
Yllithia was nearly obsessed with the thought that her mother couldn't be far, this was what put the strain on her partner. Unsatisfied that Ylli no longer catered to him when he'd like, he felt his control slipping on the unproclaimed relationship. She would be gone days at a time, then the days started turning into periods longer than weeks. Rynylious wasn't a man to be kept waiting, nor did he find it exciting. It wasn't long before he was already stroking his egocentric views, finding another female to admire him the way he deserved. After one such period of absence Rynylious finally brought it up, planing to just end the facade. An easy scapegoat, a pat on the rear, no hard feelings, oh how wrong he was. Yllithia had believed this to be much more than a small interest or investment. Their sordid affair had lasted twenty eight years, to Yllithia that was close to a lifetime, being nearly 1/10 of hers when it started. She wanted to bond herself with him, marriage. I'm sure this outcome is easily seen, it was a no. Not just a no, but a eloquently stated no in such a way that Yllithia believed not only she was the blame for the faulty relationship ending, but that she wasn't the type of woman any sane Kaldorei would consider for marriage. There was nothing left for her anymore, and so she packed up for a long journey, and with her father left, never intending to come back to the place she called home.
Up and down Kalimdor, Yllithia the hunter, her companion Ashinal (a descendant from her first pet), and Lithriel the priest traveled.Yllithia learned of races she never dreamed to have existed. She was doing something she loved to do with the only people that mattered to her anymore. The Orcs invaded Eastern Kingdoms, yet the group was unaware of such happenings. It still gets to her how she ended up missing the battle at Hyjal. She wasn't blind to the attacks, nor was she cowardice, but simply a matter of distance. She was too far away to lend aid, or even arrive in time to do such, and her guilt on being part of the only thing all races knew of still eats at her. But not as much as her fathers death.
He was still alive up until near two years ago. They'd even made their way to the Eastern Kingdoms together, Lithriel sneering at any Human, Dwarf, Gnome or otherwise that would so much as let their eyes wander up Ylli's leather clad body. Yllithia would stare with wide eyes and wonder at anything that wasn't "common" to her. She was a kid in a candy shop, but the shop was Eastern Kingdoms and everything wasn't as sweet as it appeared. Lithriel was struck down after they had been over whelmed by scourge forces. Ashinal was also slain. Yllithia had only managed to survive due to her father sacrificing his mortal being in order to fend them off for a bit. Grief stricken she turned from exploring. She turned from finding her mother. She also turned from herself, traveling home in Ashenvale to take up the cloth as her father had wanted hundreds of years ago.
With her new position at the temple she was quick to learn how to harness the power of Elune's light and Elune's darkness. Not wanting to stay in the newly formed Darnassus, for it reminded her too much of home and her failings, she made her way to Stormwind again, this time to stay. Desperately she clung to the belief that the light was where she could change what happened. Healing wounds, guiding souls back to their mortal flesh, providing life when travelers were weary and raising the spirits of many with a simple prayer, surely this was the way to go, surely this would be the answer to become great and stopping all sorrow. Then she was accosted by the raw energies of those of the warlocks. Something she didn't ever come across until her journey to the Eastern Kingdoms. They, to her, seemed nearly indestructible, off balanced, yes, but they were holding what she wanted. The ability to demand respect to her name. And thus the darkness began to move in. It was simple things at first. A new incantation allowing her to cause a creatures own shadows to begin to nip at its self. Then they became more noticeable, the forcing of despair into a rivals brain, rendering them nearly harmless as they fight with inner demons. She was scolded, belittled, and insulted for her fascination with something most priests didn't understand. She left any form of the temple, including the churches of the Humans. They didn't understand that which her and Elune shared.
Finally able to live with her fathers death, and speak on it, she realized that the path wasn't fulfilling. Guilt still drives her to her ultimate goal, but the cloth is only a past time. Several friends had come and gone in the course of the last year, and with them came new tricks and techniques in battle. She missed the fighting to be honest. If she was to become great she must be great in all aspects. Thus she picked up the blade and began her training with her companions. She can be seen in Stormwind always standing as if on watch, staring towards the gates and smiling to herself at the random comments from the passing adventurers. The smile placed so perfectly upon a face with passionate eyes. Appearance is your first obstacle. It's the way you present yourself in which people will trust. Keep it there or you'll lose your only advantage. The wisest of men had said to her several times over, it was a lesson she would never forget.
She grew up.
She fell in love.
Her mother disappeared.
He didn't love her.
She left home with her father.
Her father died.
She became a priest.
She moved to Stormwind.
Easy enough, but you miss out on everything that makes her her that way. But as said, the long version is that, long and drawn out. Let me see if I can elaborate in a tidy fashion.
Yllithia (Ylli) Loreweaver was born into a family of oddities. Her parents looked quite normal, and acted such in their respects, but the way they met was odd and the reasons for staying together even more so. This, however, is a tale for another day. But to truly understand the person, we must understand the people that she came from. The events of a persons life also adds to the reasoning behind actions, but first, and foremost, it starts with the parents.
Lithriel (Yllithia's father) was born to an odd family himself, that wanted more than anything their child to be a priest. Obeying his parents wishes he did so, and never looked back. Honor was one thing his family held dear. Through his parents he learned to hold his tongue unless spoken to, to not meddle, and to obey without a second thought. Lithriel was well at his job, but he had his own beliefs on forgiveness and such things, perhaps he was a little to strict, a little too honest, or even a little too noble to offer the aid that was required of him. For many reasons he wasn't one to travel through the field to offer comfort and care, instead he was a book keeper, and like everything Lithriel did, he was well at it. In his younger years, being near 1500 before his untimely death, he was granted the ability to scout and learn what all priests should learn, what the world truly holds. He was here for the arrival of evil, both in the form of the legion and the Orcs, he detested those that tried to kill off what he loved, the planet and it's creatures, and thus, although non-hostile towards the other races, he detested them and it was apparent. He loved his people. He loved his work. But destruction would bring about the ruin of both and he was not about to let that happen. For this reason, he held a distaste for the Humans, and malcontent for the Dwarves and Orcs.
Lliahandria (Yllithia's mother) was quite opposite on many positions. She was a fun loving and free spirit. Quick witted and sharp tongued she spoke what was on her mind. A sentinel for her people, she traveled freely through the woods and the land. If she had any talent for mending the land or the hearts of others she most certainly would have been a druid or priest, even if the other sisters wouldn't agree with her. She was often seen as blunt or rude at times, though she knew where respect was due, it was an odd sorts to see her trying to curtsy or address such people with titles. Her family had high hopes of her becoming a druid until they realized it wasn't the trees she was talking to but the creatures dwelling in the woods. Thus, she took on the job as a hunter, enjoying her travels, always victorious in battles, and never allowing a dull moment to entrap her life. She was not one to follow orders, unlike Lithriel, and often was threatened with exile due to the "mishaps" that accompanied any mission she was sent on.
They loved their daughter very much, though both still busy with their own lives, plans, missions and engagements. This allowed Yllithia to grow with nurturing parents and unlimited boundaries. If there were boundaries, she would cautiously overstep them to see how fickle the laws could be. Being the only child with parents of almost extreme opposites, it's no surprise Yllithia turned out just like the both of them. She adored her mother possibly the most, she loved adventure and fun just as her mother did, but also knew what respect was and obeyed her father, for the most part.
Yllithia showed an extreme interest in anything she did and extreme skill as well. Her father hoped for her to become a priestess as he was, and her mother never said a word on what she should be, just that she desire the position she finally chooses. It was possibly the fact that her father pushed so hard that she chose the path her mother followed, a sentinel known as a hunter. Her first pet, and most loved was Mi'kalv, a night saber that was the litter of her mothers cat. It was Yllithia's companion, and she often refers to it as such. She never left Mi'kalv's side, nor he her's until the day he passed, the day her father also left the Azeroth, the day she decided her life was not her own anymore.
Yllithia
When Yllithia neared three hundred she was already growing into a beautiful young woman. She still retains chubby cheeks and childlike mannerisms, but her body had definitely blossomed. It wasn't uncommon for the male Kaldorei to eye her, some even began pursuing, but -began- is the key word. Protective of his only child, who, in his mind was still a child, Lithriel would hear none of it. It was already a custom for YlliRynylious.
Rynylious was an older man to Yllithia. Full of wisdom, stories she never tired of hearing, patience and understanding. He'd treat Ylli as he'd treat everyone else, nearly an equal. In all honesty, Rynylious was full of himself, but nearly justified. He was an established druid, could talk circles out of any situation, and if talking wasn't what worked he was able to handle matters in other ways. There wasn't a female that didn't swoon for him at one point or time. This did nothing to deflate his ego, it merely caused him to be a suave lech. One that Yllithia did, in fact, swoon for. While somewhere in Lithriel's mind he believed his old friend would get Yllithia onto the right path, the path of a magic user, Rynylious was teaching Yllithia different things.
Believing she was truly blessed "by Elune" as her father would say, Yllithia continued on with her secret affair, her daytime outings with friends, and the overall blissfully ignorant attitude she'd come to develop with such a easy life. Slowly, piece by piece it began disintegrating, as if someone were undoing the jigsaw puzzle of her life. It began when the news came in, news she didn't quite understand. It never quite hit her when they told her that Lliahandria may not come home. It never set in when they finally decided it was no longer a maybe. One day the message came that she'd not reported in, though her body was never found, nor any sign of a struggle upon where she was sent. Lithriel was devastated, but Yllithia never gave up hope. She started scouting herself, learning the trade and excelling at it like she did most things. That's when Lithriel decided he could no longer keep records and books, but instead needed to be with his daughter in the case of another unsure answer. They started spending less and less time in their tree house home, more and more of it in the wilderness.
Yllithia was nearly obsessed with the thought that her mother couldn't be far, this was what put the strain on her partner. Unsatisfied that Ylli no longer catered to him when he'd like, he felt his control slipping on the unproclaimed relationship. She would be gone days at a time, then the days started turning into periods longer than weeks. Rynylious wasn't a man to be kept waiting, nor did he find it exciting. It wasn't long before he was already stroking his egocentric views, finding another female to admire him the way he deserved. After one such period of absence Rynylious finally brought it up, planing to just end the facade. An easy scapegoat, a pat on the rear, no hard feelings, oh how wrong he was. Yllithia had believed this to be much more than a small interest or investment. Their sordid affair had lasted twenty eight years, to Yllithia that was close to a lifetime, being nearly 1/10 of hers when it started. She wanted to bond herself with him, marriage. I'm sure this outcome is easily seen, it was a no. Not just a no, but a eloquently stated no in such a way that Yllithia believed not only she was the blame for the faulty relationship ending, but that she wasn't the type of woman any sane Kaldorei would consider for marriage. There was nothing left for her anymore, and so she packed up for a long journey, and with her father left, never intending to come back to the place she called home.
Up and down Kalimdor, Yllithia the hunter, her companion Ashinal (a descendant from her first pet), and Lithriel the priest traveled.Yllithia learned of races she never dreamed to have existed. She was doing something she loved to do with the only people that mattered to her anymore. The Orcs invaded Eastern Kingdoms, yet the group was unaware of such happenings. It still gets to her how she ended up missing the battle at Hyjal. She wasn't blind to the attacks, nor was she cowardice, but simply a matter of distance. She was too far away to lend aid, or even arrive in time to do such, and her guilt on being part of the only thing all races knew of still eats at her. But not as much as her fathers death.
He was still alive up until near two years ago. They'd even made their way to the Eastern Kingdoms together, Lithriel sneering at any Human, Dwarf, Gnome or otherwise that would so much as let their eyes wander up Ylli's leather clad body. Yllithia would stare with wide eyes and wonder at anything that wasn't "common" to her. She was a kid in a candy shop, but the shop was Eastern Kingdoms and everything wasn't as sweet as it appeared. Lithriel was struck down after they had been over whelmed by scourge forces. Ashinal was also slain. Yllithia had only managed to survive due to her father sacrificing his mortal being in order to fend them off for a bit. Grief stricken she turned from exploring. She turned from finding her mother. She also turned from herself, traveling home in Ashenvale to take up the cloth as her father had wanted hundreds of years ago.
With her new position at the temple she was quick to learn how to harness the power of Elune's light and Elune's darkness. Not wanting to stay in the newly formed Darnassus, for it reminded her too much of home and her failings, she made her way to Stormwind again, this time to stay. Desperately she clung to the belief that the light was where she could change what happened. Healing wounds, guiding souls back to their mortal flesh, providing life when travelers were weary and raising the spirits of many with a simple prayer, surely this was the way to go, surely this would be the answer to become great and stopping all sorrow. Then she was accosted by the raw energies of those of the warlocks. Something she didn't ever come across until her journey to the Eastern Kingdoms. They, to her, seemed nearly indestructible, off balanced, yes, but they were holding what she wanted. The ability to demand respect to her name. And thus the darkness began to move in. It was simple things at first. A new incantation allowing her to cause a creatures own shadows to begin to nip at its self. Then they became more noticeable, the forcing of despair into a rivals brain, rendering them nearly harmless as they fight with inner demons. She was scolded, belittled, and insulted for her fascination with something most priests didn't understand. She left any form of the temple, including the churches of the Humans. They didn't understand that which her and Elune shared.
Finally able to live with her fathers death, and speak on it, she realized that the path wasn't fulfilling. Guilt still drives her to her ultimate goal, but the cloth is only a past time. Several friends had come and gone in the course of the last year, and with them came new tricks and techniques in battle. She missed the fighting to be honest. If she was to become great she must be great in all aspects. Thus she picked up the blade and began her training with her companions. She can be seen in Stormwind always standing as if on watch, staring towards the gates and smiling to herself at the random comments from the passing adventurers. The smile placed so perfectly upon a face with passionate eyes. Appearance is your first obstacle. It's the way you present yourself in which people will trust. Keep it there or you'll lose your only advantage. The wisest of men had said to her several times over, it was a lesson she would never forget.
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