 Saronai Aldarion
Nov 22, 2006
THE BASICS
Name: Saronai Aldarion
Nickname: Saronai
Title(s): Dragon Hunter
Professions/Skills: Dragonscale Leatherworking (300), Skinning (300), Cooking (300), Fishing (300), First Aid (300)
Languages: Darnassian (300), Druidic (300), Thelassian (300), Ancient Runic (300), Common (300)
Class: Marksman Hunter
Race: Kaldorei
Birthplace: Unknown (City of Azshara)
Birthday: Unknown (Rena decided to celebrate it on January 23rd)
Age: Unknown, at least a few centuries (around 10,000 years, only aware of the last few centuries)
Family: Orsini (husband), Arashani (daughter), Tunal'festin (father/deceased--unknown), Restar'linea (mother/deceased--unknown).
Alignment: Druidic True Neutral (with good tendencies)
Religion/Spiritual Beliefs: Ecclectic spiritualist heavily influence by nature
Affiliation: Sunpath Riders
COMPANIONS
TEMPEST
Tempest was Saronai's first companion, back when she was a wild druid, the mysterious silver ghostwolf showed up to guide her. The two traveled several millennia together, not even the emerald dream separated them, as they slept together. When Saronai finally found her way to more kaldorei, the wolf disappeared, only to reappear several decades later to accompany her in her exile from the druidic path. Tempest disappeared again, without notice early in Saronai's 38th season as a huntress. Though she misses her dearly, Saronai is sure she will see her again.
ARROW
Arrow was a fast and loyal companion after Saronai defended the wounded owl from a pack of Felwood wolves. Eager to please, the silvery owl is fast and fierce in battle and well behaved and courteous in mixed company. He obeys Saronai's wishes, sometimes without her even vocalizing them. His quick and concise exercising of her commands lended the name "Arrow" quite readily.
UNNAMED
The only animal that Saronai has actually purchased, she got him on extreme discount due to his wild nature. She now has him tamed into a pampered coward who flees from battle, which is forgiveable since he was meant to be a traveling animal, not a fighting companion.
DUNE'ADAH
A funny companion for a Dragon Hunter, but like so many of Saronai's other companions, Adah, as she calls her affectionately, chose to travel with the huntress. It does not seem to bother the tiny emerald whelpling (whose name means "Malachite" in Darnassian) that her mother figure hunts and skins dragons. She snuggles Saronai affectionately whenever she gets the chance and loves playing with all the animals. Adah is quite the mischievious one, and although she won't bite strangers, she has great fun nipping playfully at the other companions. Saronai had found the little whelpling struggling from her shell in some bushes in the Swamp of Sorrows.
TIRNAG
(Teer-nah)On a tip from the huntress, Myela, Saronai went seeking Olm the Wise in Felwood. A journey into the tainted woods that she expected to last several days, barely lasted one as he suddenly appeared before her the second night (she started at night). After speaking awhile with him, one of Olm's daughters, Tirnag (Peach child), came forward to accompany Saronai on her journeys, in exchange Saronai promised to do all she could to cleanse Felwood and aid the Cenarion Circle.
AL'SHAR ALAH'NI
(Ahl-shar-Ah-lah-nee;)The very first animal that Saronai befriended by choice. Being very partial to cats, Saronai's breath was quite taken away when she saw the beautiful Winterspring Saber stalker. Rather than waiting for the cat to attack her, Saronai went to great lengths to befriend her. The situation worked out perfectly and today Al'shara (Whose name means Opaline Blossom in Kaldorei) is Saronai's most loyal animal companion (not counting Tempest for reasons that will be revealed soon).
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Saronai has a very calm appearance, even in battle. She studies everything around her with a quiet patience. Her face is as ageless as any of the kaldorei, not lending itself to readily guess her age. Her dark emerald hair is left long and loose, all except for a half-inch thick braid that starts behind her left ear and extends to her hip, usually hanging in front, over her shoulder. A silver and white flight feather decorates the end of the braid. Her armor is usually kept fairly clean and she is rarely seen in anything other than her traveling gear. On her left hand is a silver ring that looks like three thin bands intertwined into one.
VOICE
PERSONALITY
Normally calm and quiet, Saronai can also be loud and passionate when she gets riled up. Things rarely surprise her as she has seen and done much in her life. Discrimination and intolerance, especially when it comes to love, is something guaranteed to anger her. She prefers the company of her animal companions to other humanoids so she will go weeks in the wilds with just them for company. As such, she may say and do many things in cities and mixed company that aren't necessarily all that socially acceptable, though she remains quiet, studying everything around her for the most part. Despite all this, she is rather friendly and even plays the mandolin, having done so for a few crowds now and then. She is steadfastly loyal to those she cares about and is always there to listen when a friend just needs someone to talk to. She loves to cheer people up, but her approach is to help them feel better through communication, rather than actions. Her friends often seek her out for advice even though she rarely offers solutions, but instead helps them come to the best course of action on their own, throwing in the occasional thoughts that may not have occurred to them alone, lending the pros and cons of each decision. As such she is rather uncomfortable telling people what to do and making decisions for them.
HISTORY
JUST A TASTE OF UTOPIA
The first seven years of Saronai's life were spent in a childhood that took place in Utopia. She was born to the Quel'dorei sorceress, Restar'linea and the kaldorei druid, Tunal'festin Silver-Leaf near the palace of Queen Azshara. Restar and Tunal met back in a time before a line was drawn between them, when they were both just kaldorei. However, as the years went on, Restar clearly craved the powers of the well, while Tunal was wary of them. Completely ignorant of the situations at hand, Saronai did not understand the increasing arguments of her parents as her mother drifted further apart from them in the service of Queen Azshara.
One day, when Restar left to take her place among Queen Azshara and the rest of the Quel'dorei, researching and heavily using the magics of the well, she did so for the last time. Tunal followed her around the house as she was preparing, but she ignored all of his warnings and pleas. After giving her daughter a distracted hug, she left without a word to either of them that day. Furious, Tunal stormed around their house, packing things and muttering worries and anger that set Saronai to crying. Hearing his young daughter's distress, Tunal stopped at once, finished packing and came to comfort her. In the end, father and daughter left the grand city together, tears still streaming down Saronai's face.
Resolved and driven, Tunal ignored all who spoke to them, shifting into the form of a large cat, he helped his daughter climb onto his back, packages secured to his back already. Once Saronai had a decent grip on him, he took off at top speed. That was the last day any of the elves would see either of them for centuries.
A TIME OF ISOLATION
Saronai and her father traveled weeks in silence, through forest and into mountains, managing to stay out of too much danger on the way. They stopped at last when they reached the oceans far to the southwest of Azshara. It was there they took shelter in an abandoned cave not far from the shore, the trees surrounding the cave making it the perfect haven.
It was there her father raised her, teaching her the ways of the druid, forbidding her to use the bits of magic Restar had tried to teach her. When the world shook, the sky blackened and the seas raged, her father insured their safety from it all with a calm and knowing sadness. After his initial silence, Tunal made certain to be entirely truthful with his young daughter. So when the invisible wave of force hit during the storm and quakes, not only did Tunal guess what had happened, but he did not hold anything back from his daughter. He could never have guessed the fate of Azshara and her followers (Restar included), however, he was fairly sure anyone still near the well was dead. The war leading to the explosion was beyond them, since they had left long before the invasion began.
Not in any hurry to survey the wreckage, Saronai and her father spent centuries isolated in that little cove. Eventually building a small farm and a warmer shelter from the elements they could now feel effecting them. Tunal taught Saronai the ways of primitive druidism and anything else he knew, even about the ways of her culture, her mother, the politics he knew of at the time. There were surely survivors and he did not want his daughter to be too disadvantaged if she were to ever re-enter society of any kind.
Not even a millenia later (approx. 9,000 years ago), a series of temperature extremes became too much for Tunal and he fell ill. It had surprised him, though he knew it had to be the destruction of the well that made him vulnerable to such things. Worried about the ghosts of the past, as well as his daughter, he made her promise she would keep her past a secret; keep her parents a secret. It was not long before Tunal expired from his illness, leaving Saronai alone in their little home. She buried him near the crops, realizing she was not going to be able to stay here for all the memories. As she thought about what she was going to do without her father a silver wolf parted from the shadows to sit a few feet away.
Neither spoke, but as Saronai left the haven to explore the world outside of it, the wolf followed. Together the pair traveled, taking their time to explore their surroundings. Tempest, as the wolf called herself, made a loyal and valiant companion for the wild druid. They had many adventures together, spanning a few millennia without laying eyes on any other elves. Though highly nomadic, the pair would spend several centuries in various homes over the years, not in any particular hurry to leave any new area. Under Tempest's guidance, Saronai was learning the ways of more advanced druidism as they went. The strangest part for Saronai was the farther north she traveled, the stronger she felt. Tempest remained very secretive about the reasons.
ISOLATION'S END
Several decades passed (now approx. 7,600 years ago), introducing Saronai to the first semblance of civilized humanoids she'd met since leaving Azshara's city. A small island village off the coast of northern Desolace, inhabited by a tribe of trolls, welcomed Saronai and Tempest. Wary from previous encounters with these tusked humanoids, it took Saronai awhile to trust any of them. However, though a language barrier existed between them, the small tribe began to prove itself repeatedly friendly. As the trolls aged in appearance (the eldest dying of old age) and Saronai didn't, she began to be set apart again. Though instead of being a strange outsider, she became a revered figure-head of sorts. Despite Saronai's motions to assure otherwise (now that she could speak their language) the small village, began to look upon her and Tempest as near-deities. Though uncomfortable with such a position, Saronai and Tempest did their part to nourish nature in the area, using druidic and shamanistic powers to heal the earth and make the island tribe's life rich and bountiful. They even taught the tribal shamans, learning from them in turn.
THE DREAMS
One night, while dreaming, Saronai was approached in her dreams by a great dragon. As a druid, however wild, she was promised greater magics to help nature in need, immortality and all of the resistances to illness, the elements and disease that her ancestors had enjoyed. In exchange, she had to do as all other druids, and enter a realm called the Emerald Dream from time to time, a dream which would last several years, perhaps even centuries at a time. Despite her misgivings, for which the Dragon came up with very convincing counterpoints (such as Tempest being able to enter the dream as well with her), Saronai agreed. Her largest concern was for the trolls who had adopted her into their own clan, despite her odd appearance. The Great Dragon assured her that the trolls would be taken care of, so long as she remained among them, their crops would prosper, the weather would be fair, and they would be blessed. Upon waking the next morning, she approached the elders of the troll village she stayed in, elders she had seen grow from babes to old age in the time she'd spent here. Arrangements were made and Saronai was given an honorable place of rest and protection during her long periods of sleep.
Everytime Saronai entered the emerald dream, she woke up to expectant troll faces she did not quite recognize. She walked among these descendents of the ancestors she had known, battling legends, myths and belief that she was an ancient deity. Every new awakening made it harder to convince the people around her to consider her as the original villagers had, kin, and not a sacred ruler or worse, the deity of nature. For the most part, she spent her wakeful moments teaching, helping, and still learning from the trolls, kept gentle and peaceful from their lack of hardships. Not far into this existence, Saronai decided it might be necessary to conceal the island from shore and ship. She had not run into many other humanoids in her lifetime, but she knew stories from her father. If the island was discovered, the people would know strife, they would know war. The richness of soil, plantlife and more would make it very tempting to any outsider looking in. It was then that the island was concealed, with the help of Tempest, the village shamans and nature itself. Population had grown, but it was never a policy to seek unions outside the village in the first place, so all the villagers considered this act a further blessing to their people.
Upon her next waking from the Emerald Dream, she'd become permanently shrouded in legend, the sleeping deity of nature and every generation that experienced her waking was considered blessed beyond compare, some of the beliefs of her times of wakening made her blush with embarassment and puzzle over greatly. The status troubled Saronai and just before her re-entrance to the emerald dream that time, she'd managed to get herself seen as a friend and get the sacred oaths of protection some took over her sleeping form, to disinclude any sort of worship as well. Her message was to thank the real gods, the dragons, nature itself.
During the entire time, Saronai had only ever felt romantic love for one, after she was forced to sleep again, knowing he would pass as she did so, she kept herself from that level of caring for another again. He had lived during her fourth wakening, and their decendents had become the leaders from that point on, eventually transforming the island into something resembling a monarchy rather than a tribe ruled by a council of elders as in times past.
THE LAST DREAM
She was awakened abruptly from the Emerald Dream, unexpectedly and early. It was the last time she would have entered it. She blinked the sleep from her eyes to see a group of bedraggled warrior who looked...like her, no tusks, smooth features, glowing eyes. She sat upright in a panic and looked around her. The elves spoke to her in words she no longer understood, her own language, evolved over so many years into something she could not speak. All she saw, lying all around her were the dead bodies of her people, the trolls who had taken oaths to protect her sleeping form, the king, who looked so much like his ancestor, her husband during the fourth wakening. She watched as the bodies were treated cruelly, one elf spit on her kin and smiled at her. The tears of anger clouded her vision and she felt a feral spirit overwhelm her, surge through her as she contributed to the violence.
She came to her senses outside the temple, a few more of the invaders lying about on the ground, her hands transformed into massive claws that were covered in their blood. They had killed everyone. She couldn't understand it. The invaders had found their way to the island, her people defended, her protectors died for her defense. Why had they come only to make war? She searched through their things and had found nothing she understood.
In the end, she burned the bodies of the invaders in a sacred fire, a symbolic transforming of their remains, a purification process of sorts for thier misdeeds. She took to the grisly task of burying the remains of her kin so they might feed the earth and continue life after their own demise. Though her protectors trained, even they never stood a chance against an outside force such as this, even largely outnumbered as the invaders were. All of the invaders were like her, tuskless, though their eyes no longer glowed.
She left the island when it was done, haunted by her failure. In the end, she knew they all thought her a deity again, whether or not worship was still performed. That was the worst failure of all, to be thought of so highly and sleep through the whole thing. After several years of wandering, feeling souless and unable to stand the memories and nightmares any longer, Saronai contrived a spell to wipe her memory clean (For her, suicide was never an option it was an idea she was both scared of and found revolting). She knew, it had to include every memory, everything she had learned and experienced since discovering the island and its inhabitants, so she would not wonder what had happened and go seeking them out. The spell was stronger than intended and wiped every memory she ever had except her instincts as a protector of nature, her druidic abilities that seemed ingrained into her very being. Even language, for the most part, was lost to her.
THE NEW START
FORBIDDEN LOVE
THE HUNTRESS
PRESENT DAY
Saronai currently travels under the banner of the Sunpath Riders. She has not given up hope of finding Orsini or her daughter and has even recently taken to spending time in the Drunken Kodo during some friendly horde meetings there, hoping to see them. Though Dieb'Anar and Bubbalishus have left the Riders circle, her oath to them still stands, and she takes it very seriously. In fact, the recent oath to them and certain current circumstances have renewed her thirst for information on her husband and daughter.
Saronai
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