Ravenhart

= Name: = Ravehart

= Apearance: = Dark eye's, hair and skin. Nightelf. Wares scares over his back and chest from countless and countless battles.

= Proffesion: = Ex-assasin/sniper Ex-Green Terror Legionnaire (Ravenwing devision) Tailor of good quality Skinner (all that walks and wares a skin *grin*)

= Alignment: = unknown (no one knows him good enough)

= Guild: = Crimson Light (alliance rp-guild that raids. Well disciplined and trained fighters with a adult mind)

= Family: = his guild and his fellow clones are considered family to him.

= Bio: = Ravenhart... is a long story...

I've been long holding this infront of me not revealing in public who I really am... I've done my story to a select few in the hope for understanding. But... I feel comfert enough to tell a part of my tale now...

The name is Ravenhart, and that name comes with a history I shall share here with you. Long ago during the Second Great War there was a clan of Nightelfs in Stonetailon mountains. They lived of hunting and trading between clans. But they often had to hold they're piece of land against clans of the centaury and pigmen. The Razoreye Clan was one of the smaller clans that belong yet to the most fearsom ones of Khalimdor. One night one of the sons of Khargan Khan the clan chief, ran out of his tent haunted by nightmares of something dark... that could not be discribed. When his mind cleared he looked out in the night regaining his calmth on the smell of the nightly winds. A feeling crawled up from his back to his neck underneath his skinn that gave him the shivers. A feeling that drove him to mount up with little belongings and left his home. He traveled through the night on his nightsaber Rec till he reached a passage. There on a branch of an old dead tree sat a large raven who looked as if he was awaiting him. The man stopped an looked up to the raven who flew down to a rock next to him. "Greetings Raffa Khan. I've been expecting you." Raffa Khan lifted an eyebrow and awnsered: "Uhh you have? Well I have not been expecting you kind sir... And you might be...?" The raven shook his head "My name nor myself is of any importance here, old friend, what is is that the path you follow now is one you can not turn back from... You've placed your first footsteps on the road that will lead you to the desteny you where made for..." On the other side of Raffa Khan a sound of steel on stone pulled his attention. He saw a strange sword with runes on them... but the sword looked old and much used... it looked rusty and dusty from top to thow. "Sin... It is as powerfull as its wieler is. Go on... it won't bite you, yet.." Raffa Khan pulled it out of the rocky ground and the runes gained slightly a red colour and he sarcasticly said: "Well that aint much..." The raven laughed and said: "It is not much YET... But it will be as powerfull as its wieler... now go... and let the voice of the godess lead you" Raffa Khan peered the blade for a moment and turned to the raven to say something... but the bird was gone...

After this Raffa Khan traveled a long way. Firstly to help people who where supressed by tirans and monsters. Noble... till the voice in his head grew in strenght... Later on he heard that the villages he helped and the people he saved where killed or plundered. Every time he tried to hold it off... but no matter how much he tried they fell... one by one. But he survived. The voice gave him advice... tips of hidden secrets and powers he could use. Foes he had to slay who where, as "she" said, evil and faul. He took allong merchenaries who where skilled. And whatever good planned strategy he had... it did not save them nor they're enemies. They died, as easily as his foes. But he survived. With every foe he slayed the power within the sword grew and so did Raffa Khan's powers grew. The boy that once left his home with little belongings had grown out to a warlord that gained more and more strenght. But the price was a trail of dead and sorrow he left behind and nothing... no one... was able to stop his devastating force. And the voice grew... and grew... After a few years he became a myth... a story to scare little kids from doing bad things "Else Raffa Khan will get you!"... Tales and songs where written about heroic actions and doomish battles. But as soon as he apeared... little survived who where simple spaired because he had no intrest in them...

Then one day the voice told him to travel across the sea, which ofcourse he did. His ship arrived in the misty bay of southshore with a dead crew with him as the only surviver. He jumped on shore as the ship behind him fell in wrack pieces and sank. He entered the tavern there and sat down for a drink. No one seemed to notic the stranger as they kept singing and tell they're tales. A dwarf sat down next to him and smiled broadly to him which pulled his attention. "A goodevening ladd. Teh name be Rustbeard and I've cume to hire yu for a job." he said with his dwarfish accent. The emotioneless Raffa Khan turned his head back to his drink. "I'm not for hire at the moment." "Aaahh but yu see tha is no't up to yu, Raffa, if yu don't come then all yur shedding of blood would be for nothing..." The dwarf said glaring mysteriously at Raffa Khan. For a moment he waited to awsner him. Deeply he sighed and stood up. "Verywell..." They left together with 3 other hunters to what has become the ruïns of Lorderan. They're goal was to look for any survivers and bring them to South Shore. After long searching Raffa's elfish ears caught a demped scream of a little girl. He ran around a corner and saw an undead rogue grinning down on two dead adults and a little girl who looked with fear to the undead. A few rappid shots of him and his comrades killed the rogue. Raffa aproached the little girl and saw in his eyecorners a second undead fleeing with an other girl on his shoulder. But it was tolate to follow him. He looked down on the little girl wile he stood there in his doomish outfit and Sin that was glowing of power and shining of strenght. He looked into the scared eye's of the little girl and something deep withing his emotioneless and merciless soul an unkown feeling he had not felt for a long time grew. From a little tiny seed it grew... and then... a tear ran over his hardent cruell cheek. He left from that place... and the emotions faided away again but something in those eye's changed him. The voice who often echod in his mind telling him things then became sollid "Kill the undead... Clean the lands of every unliving!" was what it kept saying to him time after time... Both girls where Mirjam and Saerah... but I can not remember which one was saved and which one was captured... Anyway;s small detail inbetween... And so Raffa Khan crossed the roads through the dead forrest where he rampaged through every pile of undeads he could find. First they rushed towards him in blind rage but soon as whole armies of undead where not powerfull enough to hold him because he simple cleaved a way through them, even the dead who had nothing to loose feared for his arrival. Sorcerers fired they're dark magic at him but his armor simple absorbed all the pain and damage they caused and either reflected the effects or even harden the armor more and more. until... one day... the female voice that drove him all those years told him to come home. He traveled to Teldrassil where he climbed the highest point where a moonwell was hidden amongst the high bushes. There he stoon and glared infront of him to the well. He sank on his knee's. "Tired..." he whispered with a broken soar voice. "I know..." A cristal clear female voice awnsered. "Until now I have not wondered. But now I do... Why?" He asked. "if your question is 'What was my motivation' then my awnser is: The ballance is disturbed. This war between righteous and wicked is no longer only a caus concerning Nightelfs, Humans, Orc's, Gnolls and the like... Life on this world... We... I... are all in danger of being errased. If the question is 'Why did I had to do this all' then my awnser is: What you have done is setting my enemie, the Burning Legion, check-máte by killing every conection dot he was creating amongst the living I have been gaurding over. Your purpes has been completed and you can rest now..." Raffa Khan felt his body get heavier and he felt how tired he was. "But... Of all that I have done for you... I never had love... let allone an ere." "An ere you will have... but you will not be able to raise him as your son. I will look after him as he has a long path to travel and many foe's of mine to slay. He won't be the only one as you where not the only pion I have... Your first journey has ended here... you know what to do to set your footsteps on your next path." "I do..." Raffa Khan awnsered as with his last bit of strenght he raised Sin... and drove it through his chest... He felt nothing... only how heavy his body had become and he fell backwards. Rootes caught his body and removed its armor and Sin which dissapeared into the earth. His body was engulfed by rootes which decaded his body quickly and replaced it with a cocoon. Time passed as the cocoon grew and when it was full grown a large raven picked it up and flew to the entrence of Shadowglen... There the bird dropped it and the cocoon opened... within the cocoon a young boy that looked exactly like the young Raffa Khan that left one day his home and family. A raven feather tumbled down and landed on his chest... there I was... Ravenhart...

You've now read the tale of my name... your now about to hear what happened after the cocoon opened... *smiles* oh and the meeting of Terrantula

First thing I remember is waking up between a few thee's and bushes. Crawled on my feet and tried to stand up. I heard bird whisle and soft long sighing of the mighty tree's and life around me... Balanced and peacefull. Almost like a new born I had to find grip and sollid position of my feet. My body was full grown already plus the process for understanding my sences and abilities became quickly clear. The sight was still blur around me as I tried to sharpen my eye's. And there... I looked straght into two bright bleu eye's and a grinning face of a young woman. "Errrr hi..." I stumbled "Hey!" she replied with dramatic joy. "Errr who are you?" I asked still a little unstable on my feet. "Joy!" Same dramatic joyfull voice. "You don't say... Who am I btw?" "Well... we can call you blacky!" I lifted an eyebrow "Okay okay... err... well we found you with a raven feather on your chest so...Ravenhart?" "Sounds better... Where am I?" I looked around me... lots of trees and plants... "Shadowglen!" She replied and then I realised something. "Hmm... got some cloths?" She peered me and her ears went from pink to red "Uuuuuuhhhh.... No!" Giggle giggle... "Can I have yours? You seem to be warm enough" Wrong question... The blush grew all over her cheeks and neck. "Noooo..." She shyly said... then she handed me a bow. "Go hunt! Get meat and skinns! I'll make food and clothing then..." The grin on her face could not grow any further without crossing natural boundries. I looked at the bow... and the hand full of arrows she added, lift an eyebrow and went of to hunt. She looked from a distance with her sharp elfish eye's and was amazed how quickly I got control of the bow and arrow. Prowning my pray's I followed instincts that felt... experienced... as if I've done this so many times. That night I returned and dropped a bag full of meat and skinns and other things I found. "There, will that do?" She nodded wildly and began to work as I studied what she did and how she cooked diner. She seemed to do it with delicate movements and such experience. For the first time I ate food... It tasted wonderfull. She handed me cloths she made which felt warm and able to stand against any wether. She sighed. "What?" I asked. "it was a prity sighed... without the cloths..." She spoke her mind without realizing. I noticed when she did realise because she blushed again. "Hm... I wouldn't like to freeze to death only to be feeding your fantasy." What else was I to say... I stood up and wanted to sit next to her as she was bussy cleaning her kniting gear. One blink with my eyes and the next moment I saw something long pointy and shard aiming between my eye's. She looked at me frightened of her own action. "S-sorry... please... don't come any closer." Something within me stird... Something deep and dark for a very short moment. Then I returned to my seat and she lowered her sword not blinking once with her eye's. We didn't speak for the rest of the night. And so a year passed of hunting and gathering for me, cooking and kniting she learned me day by day. Told me tales of hunts she was on and places in the "big tree" we where in. Teldrassil she called it. She seemed to aprieciate my companion and to be honest it was likewise... but I never got closer then the lenght of her arm streched out with her sword in it.

Then... one day I found a cave. Its was prity big and I wondered inside with every sence and muscle on sharp. I heard deep inside growls and something that sounded like fighting. I sneaked further inside and there around a corner I saw 3 furbolg's surounding a large green spider with behind her a ruïned nest of broken egg's. Spider egg's. It was like something that took over from me... I raised my bow and fired three arrows which to much surprice killed all 3 at once. The spider turned to me and she seemed to be still very tense and ready to attack. I could only look at her and slowly stepped backwards as with every step she followed till I stood outside. Then she left back inside and I returned to my hunting.

The next day I went off to explore an unknown part of Teldrassil where I found a camp of grells. I might have thought they had nice skinns might have wondered how they tast. Eitherway I raised my bow and aimed for one of the 5 grells. After 2 rappid shots there where still 3 surpriced grells that now rushed towards my position. I had to run... that was my tactick... weaken the enemie and come back to finish him. But there was no need to run any further as behind me I heard the sissing sound that sounded like no other then the green spider I saved the other day. I turned around and saw how 3 grell tried to escape from lots and lots of sticky spiderwebs. The bushes moved wildly around as the grells slowly dissapeared in them. Then the green spider climbed up on a tree and half way turned towards me. She purred. Like a cat. I smiled up to her and checked the Grells for any usefull items. When I returned to the tree she was in she came down and indicated to follow her... So I did... When we arrived at her cave we entered and we came to the chamber where her broken eggs still where lieng there in the ravaged nest. Her 6 eye's seemed to be sad. I kneeled and for the first time felt compasion... I patted her gently and she came closer to me to cuddle against me. Somehow I managed eventuely to communicate with her through thoughts... Showing each other images of things and then I managed to persua her to follow me to Joy's camp. So there we went, back to Joy... "Hey Joy." She looked up and greeted me but then her eye's grew and she stood up with her hand on her sword. "Hold on Joy... this is my new friend..." She stepped back with the fear in her eye's like I've never seen. "N-no... spiders.. no..." She mumbled and she fell down on the ground and crawled back against a tree with her knees against her chest. "No spiders... no... no..." Was all she could say. The sound of crying came from behind those knee's. I walked up to her... "Joy?..." "No!" she screamed and pointed her blade at me with tears and fear in her eye's. "Go..." She comanded... I doupted... for a moment... then I left... with questions in my mind. They wpuld probebly never be answered...

And so I entered Shadowglen and asigned myself for jobs there... as a hunter... with a green spider as companion.

But even today... I still have question about... Joy...

After long traveling with Terrantula at my side we faced many dangers and met many people. We traveled from shadowglen to Darnassus there we took jobs to earn money and a living. Because the only skills I had where kniting things and skinning animals. Then one day I was ordered to enter a place where undead dwelled. Like every other job I walked to that location to look for my prey and study it. There was when I noticed something... as my eye's catched the first undead I have ever seen in my life my thoughts dropped to zero... my blood rushed through my body with harsh pumps of adrinalin... Terr backed away from me feeling my dark aura grow and my rage increase. Later that day there was no single undead left in darkshore as I tired and exausted sat down in the inn in Auberdin. I desided to leave that place and went to Ashenvale and to Astranaar's inn. There I recieved a letter from a friend of mine, Mirjam, to meet sir Knightwing who introduced me to Fighters of the Truth. Those day's where good... time passed, the guild reformed under the name Magna Carta... and then, the guild desided to move to an alternate reality. Some how some way I could not join on they're journal even though I wanted too! they became my trusted family... but I couldn't...

What happened next no one knew. No one saw. No one understood...

I wondered the lands allone again. I didn't mind actuelly because from the day I left Joy I had been allone together with Terr and learned to live with that. Then.... one night I was haunted by nightmares... nightmares of masses and masses of bodies piling up, more and more in an endless battle of the living and the demons. Plate soldiers and goodlooking hero's march against the most ugliest and faulest creatures you could imagine. On both sides victems fell... one after the other and the bodies piled up and piled up... I could not compesade the dreams anymore and rushed out of the inn of Astranaar to get some clean air... Then I heard the call of a raven... in the silince of the night. I saw something fly by near the gate. I started to follow. It flew from brance to brance further and further away. Terr saw me and grabbed my gear and ran after me into the woods following the strange bird... Deep withing the forrest I arived at a moonwell where on a pillar next to it stood a large raven lookind down on me. Some how, he came over to me as familiar. "You..." I whispered. "hmm... you remember. Good..." He said back. I looked around me and now I saw them. 4 druids sitting in meditation form around the moonwell. They're eye's open and bright shining in the dark night. They're presence filled the place with nature's strenght. "Your destany awaits... Ravenhart" one of them said. "You have set your foot on the path, Ravenhart, you can not turn back." An other filled in. "You must walk forth on the path you have choosen, Ravenhart..." The third said. "Your future awaits you beyond the well, Ravenhart, the end of an era and the beginning of a new one which is the beginning of the end of an old very old era. An era where the higher powers where in peace. An era from which we came forth as children to ensure its survival. But that survival has come to danger." the forth spoke "A danger the higher power cannot aloud to happen. But they... can not interveen or all they strived for will be lost. A dark power is aproaching. Darker then this world has ever seen." The first said. "The war we The Children of creation have made has reached beyond creation itself. The scares of battle are reaching deep into the earth. Into the hides and flesh of the higher power." The 2nd followed him. "Time has come to settle the score. The score between ballance and chaos." The third said. "You are one of the miljoen's and miljoen's many key's to unlock the new era, Ravenhart. As soon as you enter the well you will unlock your part..." the 4th druid finished. "But..." the raven said "it will not be the end of your journal. You still have a long way to go... Very long way..." For a moment it was silince... I looked at the well. "Oh well... if there are muffins and booze on the other side I won't mind... not that I have a choice..." I srugged and slowly stepped forward towards the moonwell. I took off my boots and set one foot in the moonwell. A rush of immens energy raged up my leg. It was scary at first but... I had too continue. Like they said. I've put my foot on the new path. So I added my other foot and there I stood. The energy pulsed through my body and I looked around me as the well lighted up brighter and brighter. A joyfull feeling grew allong with the brightness. Terrantula looked at me from the bushes and I looked to her... but she crawled back. The joyfull feeling prefented me from wonder why she did that. Then the brightness grew so large it blinded me from seing anything else. I felt how the joyfull feeling began to exaturate. I felt... a seed of darkness within me. My sight went black...

when I woke up with my eye's closed I heard a slow pumping sound. Like a heart that is resting. As I opened my eye's I heard whispering voices... I looked around and saw I was laying on a organic bed and tiny roots where attached to my body as I sat up straight. Then I realised where I was lying. Long, long lines of hunderds and hunderds opened cocoons from which one after the other opened and people craweled out looking around them in wonder where the hell they where. The whispers in my head grew stronger and it seemed I wasn't the only one that heard them. They forced us to stand in line and to spread our arms... Roots came down from the roof and putted armors on our bodies. Weapons raise from the ground which we grabbed. In my mind something changed.... it was like the wires in my head started to alter. Everytime I closed my eye's I saw terror scream at me. My body felt light and energenic. Some of the people wore other kind of armors... they where captains. Infront of us they posted themselfs and comanded us to line up in groups. Which we did. Summoners stepped forth and opened a portal.... I saw they're faces and they where so familiour to me... where did I see them again... We raised our weapons in salute and in the reflection I saw it... they looked much like me. They where me. Clones.....

We entered the portal to the training grounds where around the 5 minutes groups of demons and undead where unleashed on us... day and night we trained... for weeks... and all that time whispers in our heads told us what to do and who to kill. Sometimes our thoughts where pushed aside by the intensity of the whispers. Until some point I lost memory of who I was and fought... with rage and anger... with pure terror... natures terror...

to be continued...

= Character: = A real veteran as you would know them from tales of war stories. He would little morn if some one dies even if it was his beloved Yalantra. He's a traveler type that smokes a mysterious pipe with even more mysterious weed, has two demonic small raven's that serve as his spies and hairy green Teldrassil spider called Terrantula who is his companion ever since he set foot in the wide wide world. She has pulled him through many dangers and likewise and is NOT to be underestimated... He has a soar roaring laughter and smokes his pipe always and everywhere. It does not harm longs or any organs. A loyal big friendly dog that likes big booms and guns. Perhaps the horde on the battleground even see him more often then anyone out there...