Willowfrost-Chapter 1

    It had started with a letter. She remembered the night she received it. The night that would begin her spiral into this journey. She was Felasarand Willowfrost, the young Kaldorei woman born on Stonetalon Peak. Her light purple face was rough and stained from countless days of training in the ways of the Arms. Yet the rugged face was broken by soft, cerulean hair that came down in loose strands that fell from the ponytail that hung from the back of her head. Though her hair was beautiful, her eyes showed even more radiance. The soft blue ovals gave off a warm glow that stood bright in a darkened room. Those who heard her voice would gasp in surprise. Despite her rough appearance, her voice was as soft as the best silken cloth on Azeroth, yet the softest voice would give the best war cry. Silvery linked chainmail wore limp on her rugged muscular form. A hammer and shield lay leaning next to her as she sat on her chair.


    She sat atop the balcony during the weekly meeting that the attendees referred to as "Midnight Madness." She yelled at the rather churlish Human named Worthane.

"I don't care if you're not a barmaid, get me a drink!" He shouted at Felasarand.
"For the last time, NO!" She shouted back.

Zhalar, the man who ran "Midnight Madness" sighed, and stuffed rags in his ears as he cleaned the bar below them on the ground floor, whistling a song, which was severely off tune. Thanorodd and his fiancé, Bronwen, sat at a table close by, watching the arguement.

"Well, if your not gonna get me a drink, who will!"
"Yourself!"

Worthane made a grunt, and stumbled downstairs. Felasarand grabbed her hammer and shield and sat up from her seat."I'm leaving." She said as she descended the stairs.
"Wait!"
Thanorodd had called out to Felasarand. His gauntleted hand rummaged in his pack. "I have a letter from your brother."

    Felawaine Willowfrost was Felasarand's brother. He was unlike any other Kaldorei man. He was large, in both height and strength. His skin was slightly darker than Felasarand's light skin. His eyes were a rich bronze color, and his hair was a mane of long, white hair.

    Felawaine's white hair was the result of an Arcane overdose. The only information about it she knew was that a Night Elven woman had casted an Arcane Explosion in a Temple of Elune, killing two priestesses, destroying the temple, bleaching his rich, green hair, and putting him in a years long coma.


    Felasarand ran over to Thanorodd and took the letter from his massive hand. She ripped the letter open and unfolded the ragged piece of parchment.
    "Felasarand
                We need to talk. As soon as you get this, make your way to the Grove of the Ancients, I"m sure you know where it is.
                                    With Unending Love
                                            Felawaine."

    Felasarand went over the letter once or twice before folding it and putting it in her pack. She smiled "He wants to talk with me!" She tried hard to hold her excitement back. Felasarand loved her brother, despite meeting him only 7 years before. She ran down the stairs and waved quickly to Zhalar.
"Oh, you be leaving now, Felasarand?" Zhalar had now since removed the rags from his tanned ears.
Felasarand nodded "Yes. Thank you for the drinks."
Zhalar nodded "Is no problem."

    Felasarnd ran out the door, going as fast as she could to get to the Gryphon Master across town. It would only be a week's boat ride to Darkshore after she arrived at Menethil Harbor.