In a former life, I patrolled the forests of Quel’Thalas as a Ranger under the command of Sylvanas Windrunner, stalking our ancient enemy, the Amani Trolls.
I was on leave in Silvermoon City, visiting my cousins, when the Scourge attacked. Practically on the doorstep of the Sunwell itself, I drew on its power more strongly than I ever had before as I battled to defend my city. When Arthas fouled the sacred waters by using them to raise the lich, Kel’Thuzad, the magical backlash overwhelmed my mind and I fell into darkness.
I awoke to the most intense pain and cold I had ever experienced. Then a rush of tremendous power filled the aching void; in my anguish and misery, I accepted it without questioning the source.
Of what came after, I remember nothing, until the Lich King’s anger when Sylvanas shook off his control and took hundreds of others with her thinned the fog over my mind. Then, scattered snatches — dark visions of mayhem and conquest, terrible triumphs, the last enclave of the Scarlet Crusade in the Plaguelands burning —
— rushing on Light’s Hope Chapel, the Ashbringer rebelling in Highlord Mograine’s Hands, Tirion Fordring appearing in a blaze of light, the Lich King repulsed, from the ashes of betrayal upon betrayal… freedom.
Upon regaining my self-will and my own mind following the Battle for Light’s Hope Chapel, I felt like I had woken from one nightmare into another only slightly less terrible. I grieve for my homeland, lying in broken, plague-clouded ruins. I grieve for my people, for the splintering of the remaining Quel’dorei, already so few, into so many warring factions — the high elves, now organized into the Silver Covenant; the Sin’dorei, armed against their former brethren as the Sunreavers; the Sunhawk felblood devotees of Kael’thas; the Scryers — in the wake of Prince Kael’thas’s increasingly desperate decisions.
I have found that the strongest “positive” emotion left to me is loyalty — but even that is fractured. While I cannot describe anything I feel now as “love”, my few remaining blood relatives are precious to me and I will defend them fiercely against all threats. I am fervently devoted to serving Sylvanas, my leader in life and my hero and liege in undeath, and defending Quel’Thalas as best I can; these loyalties are stronger now than they ever were before the Scourge. Yet I also feel that I owe a great debt of allegiance to the humans, Tirion Fordring and Darion Mograine, for their role in freeing me from the bondage of the Lich King.
Since regaining my freedom, I have sought to destroy the Scourge and the agents of the Lich King wherever I find them and have sufficient strength to fight them.
My name is Dark Ranger Katelaira.
I am Sin’Dorei.
I am Forsaken.
I am a Knight of the Ebon Blade.