#varothan

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Succeeding - Varothan

Weak.. That is.. what they used to call me. Famous.. for a name I.. did not want. Meant to become greatness. A knight of.. light. Always seen.. as second. But that changed.. WHO IS SECOND NOW?! I VAROTHAN FARHOLLOW, WILL BECOME FIRST, I AM.. FIRST! And if you’re trying to stop me.. Haha.. please, come.. come and best -your- luck. I will become strong.. No more torture, no longer will defeat be part of MY Path. They asked.. if I was power hunger, hehehe.. Noo.. Power hungers for me! One day, they will see to me as leader and at my side will be you.. No demon will defeat us, no demon will kill us! We will be immortal! But they can try, haha, after all.. What would live be without that, hmm.. little fun. Already, I feel.. the power surging through me.. Already -I- Varothan Farhollow am succeeding in that what so many failed at! Scared, no.. just scarred. So please, come.. let us.. talk and see who ends up under who’s feet. After all.. Fel, burns your into Darkness.

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Varothan and Natsanna 2

The sun was high within the forests of Eversong, as young Varothan walked towards the city of Silvermoon. Further ahead two dragonhawk were fighting for what seemed to be a rabbit. No matter what it was it was death and Varothan wasn’t planning on checking it out. After all, they were twice his size. It was quite the walk, so without releasing Varothan started humming a song, something he learned from learned from Lady Sungrave. A good hour passed when he saw the city, yet the sun was still standing high, smiling upon Varothan he face. At the Entrance of Silvermoon, four younger, yet, older magi apprentices were talking. Varothan smiled and politely bowed his head to the four elves. They giggled back towards him, one even going so far by calling him cute. It made Varothan narrow his eyes and blush. He never liked it when people called him cute, after all, he’s a Blood Knight trainee. He’s supposed to be strong. One of the elves even approach him, trying to go with her hand through his hair. But right before the elf would have been successful, a loud -smack- echoed through the forest. The hand of the young girl was hit by a stick. The girl couldn’t help but release some tears, as it was a rather hard hit. Varothan, stunned and surprised peered towards the person who was holding the stick. It was Natsanna and she was pissed. The three other girls rushed towards their friend, yelling at Natsanna that’s she’s crazy. Where Natsanna just responded by whacking the stick from left to right, like a monkey who’s trying to defend his territory. One of the girls had enough and released a frostbolt towards Natsanna, which.. she simply took the hit from. The ice, surrounding her hands, quickly broke. It was obvious it wasn’t a strong frostbolt, more a spell to make sure Natsanna is locked up. But well, Natsanna is Natsanna and she simply broke the ice and threw it into her mouth, chewing it. At this point, Varothan, unlike the four apprentices, face palmed rather hard, while the four stood there, with the mouth wide open. Just as Natsanna told the four how fired up she was now, her stick got pulled out of her hand. It was Sylvarys, her brother, who frowned with disappointment to her. S:”Mother wouldn’t appreciate if she knew what you are doing here, firefly.” N:”They were doing bad things with my husband!” S:”Husba-.” Sylvarys couldn’t help but smirk as he peered at Varothan, who, again, became as red as the sun itself. S:”I see. Well that isn’t nice, now is it. How about you both go and play, hm? I’ll handle this here.” Natsanna smiled, nodding her head as she hugged Sylvarys his leg, before rushing off. It was a typical Sylvarys thing, solving everything with words. While many elves had Arcane or a bow as a weapon, Natsanna her brother had words. Words in every language, in every tongue. Natsanna grabbed Varothan his hand and pulled him away from the city. V:”But I just got her-.” Natsanna smiled at him and Varothan blushed once again, mumbling against himself. After a good walk of ten minutes they came at a little house, north of the city. A few magi were training there. Not with just spells, but with staff and sword as well. Arcane crackled around their entire bodies, as Varothan and Natsanna their jaw dropped, peering at them from behind a bush. N:”I’ll be like that when I’m old.. And then.. I will protect you even better!” V:”I didn’t need prote-.” N:”It’s alright, you don’t have to tell anybody. I’ll just tell everybody you saved me.” V:”But they were just sm-.” N:”Varothan.. it’s alright. I will make sure nobody touches you.” Varothan at this point simply blinked at her, shrugging his shoulders, starting to sip from his bottle that was packed inside his backpack. N:”How many children do you think we’ll have? I think we can make at least seven.” Varothan was caught by surprise by that question, water spewing out of his mouth straight into Natsanna her face. The young red-haired girl, narrowed her eyes and took the bottle out of his hands, drinking from it and spewing it into his face as well. N:”There’s only room for -one- dragon here!” Varothan, simply nodded, jaw still dropped. V:”Y-yes. I.. need to go now.” Natsanna smirked and winked at him. N:”I know. You go and show them who’s the real Blazer, hm?” Varothan blushed again, mumbling against himself before he nodded towards her. V:”I-I will.. You.. don’t kill anyone.” Natsanna crossed her arms, her head held high as she let out a -Hmpf- sound. N:”Only when they hurt my family.” Varothan smirked, punching her shoulder, only to receive a punch back, which made him stagger. He always forgot how strong Natsanna was for a girl. He was fighting himself to not rub his shoulder, just to look strong in front of Natsanna. Just as he turned around and tried to run back towards the Blood Knights, a wet feeling touched his cheek. It was Natsanna, she licked him. Varothan grinned and licked Natsanna her forehead in return, before rushing off to the city, leaving Natsanna behind to stare at the Battle-magi with big admiration.

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Prologue: The first steps (Personal IC storyline)

Varothan pushed some bushes aside, trying to reach the said meeting place by the young Kaldorei. The Flora was thick and hard to get through, luckily for him the way Varothe’an described was detailed. The moment he reached the open spot in Ashenvale he peered around, placing himself down on the ground as he waited. Minutes past and rain started to pour out of the sky, with it, Varothe’an came, but he wasn’t alone. With him was a felcaster, no.. it wasn’t just a felcaster, it was a Demon Hunter and a familiar one as well. Varothan couldn’t help but smirk as he pushed himself up. Vellidan crossed his arms on his chest, moving his gaze on Varothan, before he started to speak. Vellidan:”I made Varothe’an summon you for a reason. As you both know, rumors off Illidari have been spreading among my kind their ears. And while not all of us will join the Illidari once more, I know now some will. That is where you both come in.” Both elves raised their brows, clearly confused with what he was talking about. Vellidan:”I will train you both in the way of the Illidari, outside your own personal things. And once you’re both ready, you will report to me and me alone. You’ll go undercover and give me all the information I want.” Varothe’an gave him a simple nod, but Varothan couldn’t help but laugh. Varothan:”Give me one good reason to why I should do this. Just one, you ignorant imbecile.” Vellidan smiled. Vellidan:”Because you’re gifted and with that gift you can do good. I am not asking you to join me. I am ordering you too. If you refuse, I will kill you.” Varothan chuckled, shaking his head. Varothe’an couldn’t help but raise a brow at such a reaction. Varothan:”Fine, I’ll do it. Just because I feel flatter by your simple words.” Varothe’an couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Varothe’an:”Blood elves…” Vellidan smirked and turned around. “Every day, at seven in the morning we meet here and we train.” Varothan and Varothe’an blinked and simply looked at each other, before heading both their own way.

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Varothan and Sylvarys

Varothan peered around, the sandy area of Silithus was never a place he enjoyed visiting. But for his Lord he’d do anything, if that is what he wished. Lord Sungrave had tracked Sylvarys around here and would have come himself if it wasn’t for Varothan who volunteered to come in his place. After all, what would one be if he would sent his Lord on a dangerous mission like this. Varothan stopped in front of a lonely rock in the middle of the dessert. V:”I know you are here, Master Sunglance.” Slowly a figure started to appear on the rock. S:”Well aren’t you a smart one, hm? Came to visit me? I at least hope you brought me something to eat.. I mean, eating these bugs does get tired after a while.” Sylvarys sighed and shrugged. S:”I suppose I could always try elf, hm?” Varothan bowed his head, nodding. V:”Of course you can, Master Sunglance. But that would make you nothing more than a Troll.” Sylvarys raised a brow. S:”Are you trying to be funny?” V:”Never, master Sunglance. I am always honest.” Sylvarys snarled. S:”Then I suggest you take it back. Trolls aren’t all what you think they are.” V:”That is your opinion, Master Sunglance.” Sylvarys snarled and then smiled, nodding. S:”Yes it is. As is my opinion that you have one second to get out of my sight.3 V:”One seco-.” Before Varothan could even finished his question, Slyvarys created a shard of ice around his right hand and sliced down on the young elf his chest, ripping flesh and attire open. S:”Too late!” Varothan coughed, warm blood was running down his chest. V:”As I.. Was saying.. M-master Sunglance.. O-one second is not e-enough for someone to disappear.” S:”Excatly.” Varothan blinked and fell on his knees. V:”I am ordered to bring you.. b-back to the estate.” S:”And I am ordered to kill you.” V:”K-kill me?” S:”Mhm, yes.. kill you. Oh.. I just got a new order! It has to be painful.. Oh well. Hop hop, stand on your feet.. I’ll do this nice and slow.” Varothan smiled, pushing himself up. V:”I.. am afraid y-your ignorance will be the reason y-you will lose, master Sunglance.” Again blood continued dripping from the elf, merging with the sand that was lying underneath him. Sylvarys spread his arms, laughing. S:”You are.. an idiot.. AHAHAHA! To think you’d stand a chance, AGAINST ME?!” Varothan nodded his head. V:”So please.. Come peacefully with me. It will make it easier and faster for me.” S:”I will kill you..” Varothan pushed himself up, trying to ignore his wound as much as possible, he smiled, sure of what he said and is about to do. V:”You won’t, since you’re affected to a troll.. the most hideous creatures that ever walked on Azeroth. Perhaps because of that, your brain has shrunken to the size of that of a troll. Which I hope it isn’t. It would make everything to easy for me. So, Master Sunglance, shall we begin? I do have other duties to attend too. Sylvarys snarled, charging forward. The moment he is about to hit Varothan, everything changed. Varothan takes a small step sideways and place on of his hands on Sylvarys his shoulder, pushing it in such a way a loud –crack- can be heard. Within seconds from the crack and another crack sounds takes place, as one of the legs of Sylvarys is twisted. The mage falls on the ground snarling in pain. V:”By the Sun, master Sunglance. You even sound like a troll.” Sylvarys snarls aiming his hand palm towards Varothan, but before he is able to say the words of the spell another -crack- echoes through the open sandbank. The hand of the mage is crushed, the fake fingers lying on the ground. Varothan couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. V:”You even have three fingers like them! By the Sun, you truly are a savage creature.” Sylvarys his eyes slowly turn white, as he passes out by the pain of his wounds. Varothan snickers, as he pulls the mage up and places him on his shoulder. The wound on his chest still bleeding. A few minutes later two magi of the Silverfire estate appear, taking Sylvarys with them and leaving Varothan behind, who, slowly but surely starts to walk away from his location, where he falls on his knees, the blood loss becoming too much.

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Varothan and Natsanna

It was a beautiful afternoon in Eversong Forest, as two, young elves were running around the gates of Silvermoon City. N:”If you think you’re about to win, you’re very wrong mister!” V:” Oh yes? Well… I have candy!” Natsanna stopped running, pulling the arm of the young Varothan. Her eyes narrowed. N:”I bet.. that I can eat more candy then you can.” Varothan, who was now sticking his tongue out was making a “Prrrrt” sound. Natsanna opened her mouth, pointing with her right index finger towards his mouth. N:”SO MEAN! I will tell your father mister!” Varothan blinked, quickly offering Natsanna some candy. N:”Alright.. I will forgive you.. But next time!” Varothan smiled and Natsanna smiled back, within seconds they landed on top of each other. Both trying to get the upper hand over the other one. It was obvious it was Natsanna who was the stronger of the two, despite being a girl. After hours of fooling around they ended up on the beach, smiling as they were looking towards the sun who was slowly going down. N: “You think the sun have feelings?” V: “I think everything has feelings. As long as it lives. Your mother told me, that my father told her, that even arcane lives.” Natsanna smiled, still looking at the sun. N:”I don’t think the sun is made out of arcane.” V:”Well.. I think you’re right. But it’s beautiful isn’t it?” N:”Yes it is.. One day, I’ll be as strong as the sun and then I’ll be all fired up!” Varothan smiled, placing his hand on her hand, it made Natsanna blush. N:”One day will be both magi and we’ll kick some ass, right?” Varothan smiled at her words. V:”You best don’t use that word around your mother. But yes, one day we’ll be as strong as my father and your mother. And then we’ll be the strongest magi that ever lived.” N:”And then we will marry, right Varo?” Varothan blinked, his cheeks turning red, he opened his mouth but all that escaped was “Iep”. Natsanna frowned, punching his shoulder. N:”Well?!” Varothan blinked, nodding his head. V:”Y-yes.. Then w-we will marry.” Natsanna smiled, grabbing his hand again. N:”Good. I don’t want an elf that can’t defeat me.” Varothan blushed, as he peered towards the sun once more. There they both stayed for another few minutes, until three figures appeared behind them. I:”Enjoying the view, are we?” Natsanna and Varothan blinked, turning around they smiled. It was Lady Iridiel, Archmage Farhollow and Lord Illethiann. N:”We are mother, I am sorry if we are late.” V:”Yes, sorry Lady Iridiel, we didn’t mean to lose track on time.” Lady Iridiel placed a hand on both younglings their heads, placing herself behind them. I:”How could I be angry, if you both found such a beautiful place. The sight is truly magnificent. Do you two mind if I join you?” Varothan and Natsanna smiled, shaking their heads. And so the three sat there for another few minutes. Illethiann and Farhollow standing at the back, smiling. As Farhollow patted Illethiann his shoulder. F:”You did a marvellous job with her, my former apprentice.” Illethiann smiled, bowing his head in respect towards his former master. I: “We both did, master.” Both elves smiled, as they continued enjoying the scene of beauty, friendship and love.

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The beginning

The moment Henavel and Thane turned around and Vellidan headed south he snarled. A few steps away from where the trio stood Vellidan stabbed his glaives in the ground. Vel:“Come out.. Before I do something you might regret!” A figure jumped down from a branch of a tree, smiling. Var:“Why do you think I would regret it? Are you that sure of yourself?” Vel:“I haven’t been bested before by a mere mortal.. So why would you?” Var:“Oh my.. You little liar.” Vellidan had this point had heard the youth in the voice of the elf, something he hadn’t heard in a very long time. Vel:“Why do you call a liar.. Besides what are you doing here.. Aren’t you supposed to be home? This place isn’t a playground for children.” Var:“Well.. I call you a liar, Vellidan.. A liar with a big attitude. But.. perhaps it was Lord Sungrave who was lying, hm.. Maybe I should tell him he is and he’ll come and show it to me personally who is the liar among you two.” Vellidan snarled at the young elf, taking a step closer to him. Vel:“What do you want?!” The young elf smiled. Var:“What do I want? Now that isn’t important.. it is what you can’t do, that matters.” Vellidan laughed, a little boy, telling him what he can and can’t do. Now that was new. Vel:“You are joking, right? Either that or you are a massive imbecile.” Var:“Neither, Vellidan. Yet I like you ignorance. It shows just how much stronger I am with mind and spirit compared with you. But as I was saying.. You cannot die and I will make sure of that. So please, don’t try and fight someone who kills you with a snap of his finger.” Vellidan pulled one glaive out of the ground, placing it against the young elf his throat. Var: “Oh my, your ego is truly something. And all of this, because you feel you have to be the strongest to defend Lady Windblaze? Hmm.. interesting.” Vellidan pulled the glaive harder against the throat of the young elf, blood running from the place where the glaive and the flesh met. The young elf couldn’t help but smirk. Var:“Make sure you’re always this ready, Vellidan. It would make my task so much easier. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and visit someone who is, of most importance to me.” Vellidan pulled his glaive away from the throat of the elf, confused. Nobody is supposed to react like this, when their life is on the line, except if they lost their sanity. But this elf was for from insane. Vel:“Boy.. What is your name?” Var:“My name? Oh of course, how rude of me. You can call me: The one person that will be faster than me every single time.” The young elf winked towards the Hunter. Var:“But you can call me Varothan. Blood for Blood.. Vellidan.” Vellidan didn’t know wither he had to be laughing or look worried at the elf. Nobody had ever spoken to him like this, at least not in his current state. He stood on the same place for minutes, until he finally realized Varothan had been gone for a while. Vel:“Orah parn shi!” And with a snarl on his face Vellidan walked back to the marked tree, his thoughts no longer on his hunt, but on the young Varothan. At the same time Varothan entered a building, on the ground, sitting in a corner was Lynaethia who only just had blasted a fel bolt towards Varothan, which he simply allowed to explode on his chest, burning away part of his left eyebrow. Var: “Lynaethia.. My name is Varothan Farhollow, I am here to make sure you respect me, one day.” With a smirk on his face, Varothan placed himself in front of Lynaethia, making sure he’s close enough for her to be able to kill him should she desire so. 

This was the beginning of the end or the beginning of something new.

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To best the weak, doesn’t make you strong

Varothan walked into the private library of Illethiann, bowing his head towards his father and Lord Sungrave himself. Both elves returned the gesture with a bow themselves. Farhollow smiled, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. S:“I hope all ended well with your mission?” V:“It did father, they will no longer be a threat towards our kingdom or our household.” S:“Well done son.” Illethiann smiled, letting father and son talk while he finished the last words within his new book. After the ‘catching up’ between the two ended, Illethiann joined the conversation. I:“I am sure you wonder why you’re summoned within this one place you’re not allowed.” V:“I am my Lord, but I am sure you have your reasons.” I:“I always have, young Farhollow. The thing called Serath is gone out of the estate. My apprentice made sure of that.” V:“Pitty.. Only a few days more and he would have died. One less thing to worry about. I can’t say I have ever met an idiot like him before, Lord Sungrave.” I:“Ooh, wait till you meet the others of the Embrace then. They’ll attack you without question and make sure you feel loved and wanted.” Illethiann couldn’t help but smirk at the thought. I:“But anyway, he still lives.” V:“Undeserved I say. One who doesn’t accept freedom because he wants to be a thought elf, doesn’t deserve to live. I cannot wait to kill him myself. I cannot wait to be trained and show him what a real Hunter is about!” Farhollow lowered his head, sighing. S:“Patience is a path you’ll need to learn, when you become one of them, my son. Respect and honour as well. Besides.. You aren’t certain yet Lynaethia will accept you.” I:“Your father is right Varothan. While Lynaethia is becoming the finest weapon I have ever created. The choice lies still with her. Soon she’ll be ready to take over the Embrace herself. It still amuses me to think what would have become of her if it wasn’t for Narindiel and I.. Every time you meet her, Varothan. You show her respect. Do not forget she stands above you within our Household and is still the stronger elf. No matter how talented you are.” V:“As if I could forget, My Lord. And one day I will be as strong as her and feared. I will make sure she will respect me too, even if it is the last thing I do.” I:“I have no doubts about that. Now the other matter I want to talk with you about is Vellidan. No matter the hatred I have for the elf. You need to protect him. Narindiel has been to sad these last months, I want her to be happy again. And Vellidan is still part of what makes her happy. So protect him, like you have been protecting Lynaethia and Natsanna.” Varothan bowed his head. V:“I have brought those who dared to try and enter her hut to their knees, My Lord. Just like my father asked of me. No killing, as I have sworn.” Sylvarys Farhollow smiles, hearing those words of his son makes him proud. I:“Well done Varothan. You make me and your father very proud.” Varothan bows his head once more. V:“I do tell you now, My lord, father.. That if that weak, pathetic hunter tries to visit her, I won’t stop until by hand is inside his stomach and his throat within my free hand.” Farhollow closes his eyes, shaking his head. I:“Well, make sure you do it quickly, if that happens. Now go Varothan, your father will lead you out. I still have some unfinished things to take care off before I will spent my free time with My Lady.” Both young Farhollow and Archmage Farhollow bow their heads, leaving the library. As Illethiann peers into a scrying crystal, where the face of Sylvarys Sunglance appears in. I:“Where are you.. Sylvarys.”