#green flagon

[thandiroq]

The Reunion, part 3

 Danyael placed the dagger onto the table, Thandiroq seated next to him inside of the tavern, as everyone inside was merry and partaking in drinks. Thandiroq eyed the scene before him, after a moment his eyes fell to the dagger and slowly raised to look at Danyael. Confusion clearly displayed on Thandiroq’s face as he spoke, “I, don’t understand. How?” Danyael smiled at his nephew as he slapped the larger Kaldorei on the shoulder with his right hand. “As I said, you passed my test. I sought out those that you now call your friends, your family and asked that they not interfere with our meeting.” Danyael stared into Thandiroq’s silver orbs as he smiled. “You’ve become every bit as strong as I could have imagined and as compassionate as well. Sanaha would be proud of you. Of how you have taken after her.” Danyael smiled wider as he gripped tighter to Thandiroq’s shoulder. “You are the spitting image of who she was, how she lived and what she gave her life for.” Thandiroq’s eyes went wide as he listened, his mouth dry and his body shaking. Thandiroq opened his mouth slowly.  “My mother...?”Danayel let go of Thandiroq’s shoulder as he leaned back into the chair he was seated in. “What you know of your parents, is a lie nephew.”

“ Yes, you acquired your build from your father, but that is all.” Danyael furrowed his brow as he continued on. “You called me Vindarael outside when i changed my form, I assume that means you know who you faced down in that barrow.” Danyael closed his eyes as he took a drink of moonberry juice that was delivered to him. “Your father had no prowess in the art of combat, once he showed an affinity to the arcane arts, during the first invasion. Perhaps that is what drove him to his fate. Your mother however, was a proud and fierce Sentinel.” Danyael continued to keep his eyes closed as he recounted the memories of his past. “We both lost a majority of our family during that time, but it did not keep us from fighting for those that could not fight for themselves. She fought on the front lines, keeping the advance of the demons at bay while others were evacuated or fought from the back.” A smile creeped onto Danyael’s face. “She was the shield for so many, as you have become now. So Thandiroq, you know who are and where you come from.” Danyael’s eyes opened and the smile faded as he stared deeply into Thandiroq’s silver orbs. “Sadly though, you did take something from Vindarael, rage and fear of loss.” 

Danyael took hold of the dagger from the table. “Both took hold deep within your father, corrupted him and changed him to the point of where he became what he feared.” Danyael handed the dagger over to Thandiroq, placing his hand over the blade as his nephew grasped it. “Truthfully, we all feel it, but only few can harness it. Turn it into a driving force for which nothing can stand before. As I have, as your mother had done. As I hope, you will do.” He took his hand off of the dagger and let Thandiroq’s eyes envelop the blade, a smile forming on Danyael’s face as he saw his nephew’s eyes begin to light up. “I was not there to guide you after what happened in Auberdine, forgive me. If you would allow me to make amends for that now, I will show you a way to surpass us all. To become what your mother saw in you, what your father feared of you and what Elune as seen fit to gift you.” Thandiroq looked up from the dagger in his hand to now peer into Danyael’s eyes, his uncle now on the receiving end of a wide smile.“I would be honored.”

[thandiroq]

Equal. Brother. Hero.

Anger. Disgust. Resentment. Hate. This was all Thandiroq ever thought of the Death Knight Daveon Darkwood, every time he looked upon him, had to deal with his antics at the Green Flagon and stand by him on the battlefield. Thandiroq never once thought of Daveon in a kindly manner, showed him any respect. Sure he put up with him, didn’t outright show his feelings and at times humored Daveon, but deep down those lies angered the Kaldorei. Ever since that first time he witnessed the Death Knights lust for battle and blood. Ever since he reminded him of the last person he knew with such tendencies. Vindarael, Xaemovian... Thandiroq’s father, the one that orchestrated everything that had happened up to and including the final rest of Daveon Darkwood.

 You could not doubt that his prowess on the field of battle was something that you thanked for having with you, than against you. Nor could you doubt that his tact off the field was something you wish you wouldn’t have to witness. Daveon was an oddity, but one that shall be missed. Who he was in his prior life wasn’t clearly known or why he came to be, not as a Death Knight but his mannerisms, truthfully Thandiroq didn’t care. Nothing mattered about what was once Daveon, all that mattered was how his legacy was to be preserved. Blair said that he would be honored in the halls of the Green Flagon, his weapon displayed on the walls for all to see as testament to what he had given. Thandiroq saw it differently, he saw it as they, Dragons and Flagons being the ones honored by the display. 

 What makes one a hero? The battles they fight? The monsters and adversaries they’ve defeated? The fame they’ve acquired? No. It is without second thought to jump into a dire situation, even if one knew there was no escape. That is what Thandiroq thought it meant and that is what Daveon had done. For the first time since meeting the Death Knight, Thandiroq embraced Daveon as an equal, as a brother, he felt joy and sadness. Xaemovian, once his father, had said Thandiroq would lose his family again, that he would take them from him, again. How wrong he was, for now it had grown, even if for a brief moment in reality. Until Thandiroq’s last breath and beyond, his family will always be one member stronger.

 The moment finally came, Daveon walked away from the others, not wanting them to witness the act as he drove his dagger into his own heart. Thandiroq followed his every movement with his eyes, Daveon did not want them to see, but he could not bare to turn away, Thandiroq would be witness. Witness to possibly the truest sign of a hero in his mind. Self Sacrifice. 

 Daveon Darkwood, Dragongarde of Dragons and Flagons Inc, Idiot Savant, self proclaimed ladies man, Hero. 

 Long may his tale be told.

[thandiroq]

Thandiroq went looking for blood, gave into the rage that was a part of his past. There stood the Satyrs, the ones that took Blair from the Green Flagon, the one that lead them, that ordered them to attack his family. Thandiroq could not see his face, could not make out his voice. All he could see was the blood, the blood of his family, everyone that he’d come to care for and respect since joining Dragons and Flagons and the blood of Blair... on his blades. Thandiroq did not stand before the Satyrs in opposition, he stood beside them as they laughed and welcomed him. The light was gone, from his eyes, his soul and Elune, he was now in the dark, embraced by it, led by it, he was it. He went for blood and he got it, more then he wanted, but oddly enough, Thandiroq needed more, wanted more now, now that he was Satyr. 

 Thandiroq awoke from his nightmare in a cold sweat, he had gone the last three days without sleeping. He had fought the call of slumber, wanting to be awake when the information they were looking for came. Thandiroq didn’t remember when it finally came, all he knew was it was not what he wanted. He spoke the word, “Sin” and it was eating him away inside, in his sorrow and pain he was ready to give into his darkness. The last time the feeling had shown itself he ventured to his family's gravesite in Auberdine to help rid himself of the anger, as it had always done before. Somehow, speaking to his family at that place calmed him, but now it didn’t feel right to do that, not since the last time he went and the Satyrs ambushed im. That’s when it started, why? He did not know, but they wanted him, this Xaemovian wanted him.

 What was he willing to do, to get Blair back? To make his family whole again, what was he willing to do? Thandiroq’s eyes fell to his blades that stood against the wall, the mist swaying about the weapons, then to a pocket watch that sat upon a table, a gift from Blair, finally his eyes fell upon a broken gemstone, once in the shape of a crescent moon, a gift from his mother. Thandiroq was being torn inside. Rage, love, sorrow, happiness all swirled around his heart and he knew not which to follow at this time. “Elune guide me.”  Thandiroq stood from the bed and reached out, his eyes closing as he asked  for Elune’s guidance. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know what he now held in his grasp and his mind was settled, his heart held only one emotion. 

 Thandiroq would do anything that was needed for him to get Blair back, to keep her and the rest of his family safe.