Tendalel Shadestep
Race: Void Elf
Class: Rogue
Age: 556
Not much is known of Tendalel’s life before he emerged in Silvermoon’s underground as a premier information broker and occasional blade-for-hire, and Tendalel likes it that way. For centuries, he had enjoyed a life of spying on Silvermoon nobles houses on behalf of other noble houses and enjoying the material rewards that came with his work.
Of course, everything changed when Arthas and the Undead Scourge marched on Quel’thalas. The nation was devastated, the survivors cowering inside the ruins of their capital. But under the stoic leadership of Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider, they began to quietly rebuild. Tendalel did his part, of course. He fell in with some smugglers to get food, lumber and other supplies for the high elf survivors, now known as blood elves.
A few years after that, the blood elves formally joined the Horde. It was an unexpected development from Ten’s perspective, even taking into account Silvermoon’s bitterness towards the Alliance for Garithos’s treatment of their beloved Prince, but it wasn’t an unwelcome one. After all, he’d been so busy helping to rebuild Silvermoon, that he’d been out of the spy game for a while. The Horde could use his talents, and at the end of the day, their gold was as good as the Alliance’s.
Years go by, and Ten’s information network expanded. He had contacts in every major city on Azeroth, even the Alliance cities like Stormwind and Ironforge, and he was once again enjoying the material rewards that came from his work. Life was good.
That all changed one day.
It was part of a routine job. He’d recently taken up smuggling for some guy named Umbric. He’d been exiled from Silvermoon for studying the Void some years ago, and had been relying on smugglers to get supplies for himself and his followers. Tendalel didn’t think much of them - just a bunch of crazy hermits studying scrolls in the woods. He had been there, dropping off supplies and was about to collect his payment.
And that’s when the portal to the Telogrus Rift opened.
Tendalel, along with every other blood elf there, was sucked inside the strange realm. It was then that Nether-Prince Durzaan appeared, and began a spell to corrupt the elves. Tendalel could feel himself changing, mutating, whispers in his mind. Had it not been for Alleria Windrunner’s timely rescue and defeat of the Nether-Prince, he didn’t know what he would’ve turned into. Nor would he want to know.
The experience had changed the elves there. Ten looked down at his skin - no longer a healthy bright orange, but an alarmingly pale shade of purple. His hair had gone from red to purple as well, with tentacles of all things growing among the strands! Unlike the rest of the so-called ‘Ren’dorei’, Tendalel tried to return to Silvermoon, only to have a squad of sin’dorei rangers try to shoot him on sight.
With all his old Horde contacts no longer returning his calls, Tendalel realized he had no choice now but to join the Alliance. An unexpected development, but not an unwelcome one. The Alliance could use his talents, and at the end of the day, their gold was as good as the Horde’s.
Now, as the Battle for Azeroth begins, Tendalel is ready to do a few odd jobs for SI:7, build a new information network, and reap a handsome profit doing it all. The last few years had been very interesting for Tendalel - and the next few years look to be even more so.