How old are you again?

[Yaengohl]

Bael'spar "Guardian Fist" Mon'tisto, Hero of the Sin'dorei, Master of the Forbidden Cog, Swimmer of the Tepid Bath, Light of the Sun's Fury, and more; returned once more to Silvermoon City. With his report made to the triumvirate, he made his way to be amongst his own kind in the hallowed halls of the Blood Knights. His face did not reflect his disgust as he passed the farstriders building, just neighboring that of the Blood Knights. The reports of their guns and stink of their pets confirmed that they were as wrong as they had always been.

From inside the voices of Lady Liadrin and Knight Lord Bloodvalor were raised in debate. Catching a few of the words, Bael'spar ran into the lower chambers. His eyes widened in disbelief, Mu'ru was gone! The space he was imprisoned...empty!

He did not need to hear the words spoken by his mentors to know that something drastic would have to be done. He also knew that they would take care of it, for with out Mu'ru; Bael'spar would grow old...

Storming from the Blood Knight Halls, he found himself in the Silvermoon City Inn, with a bottle of some unknown vintage. He had seen the old and the frail. Worse, the wretched. They were things that struck a dark note of terror in his heart, for how could he fight on when the glory of the sun had left him?

A strange elf sat across the table from him. His long white hair denoted that he had bathed in mana at some point in his life, for his face was devoid of any thing that would start to indicate age.

"What troubles you?" came the even voice of the stranger. The scent of blood and musk wore heavily on this one. Bael'spar was about to leave, not wishing to speak to the farstrider. Yet, there was something to this stranger.

"I do not divulge my pains to those I do not know," Bael'spar explained. "I doubt that you would understand. Go back to your beasts and leave me to drown."

The stranger made no room to leave, and instead called for food and drink to be brought to the table.

"Let us share food and drink," said the stranger. "I am called Bai'shan Rang'pai. You must be, if I gather from your appearance, Blood Knight Bael'spar, master engineer."

"And how did you know that?" demanded Bael'spar.

"Your tabard indicates your rank," smiled Bai'shan, "and the spanner with your name on it tells me more about you than you might guess." The hunter then took drink. His knife and fork began to sort the food on his plate to bite sized portions. "We are sharing food and drink, our names are known to each other, so we are no longer strangers. Please, share your troubles."

A long sigh escaped from Bael'spar.

"This is one of those situations where you will plague me until I divulge all, is it not?"

"I would not think myself a plague, but I am merely trying to assist you with that long look. I hear that it adds wrinkles to sit so long with your face as it is." Bai'shan smiled. "But I'm sure you know that."

"Very well. Mu'ru, the source of the Blood Knight's power is gone. I've only walked these lands for 63 years. I demand the longevity that is my birthright, but it will be denied me. All of us. Rumors persist that Kael'thas has turned his back on us, although he may have found an answer. What more is there, but to resign ourselves to our future as the Wretched?"

As he chewed his bight of poached sunfish, Bai'shan appeared to contemplate the Blood Knight's words. Bael'spar, on the other hand, felt that he may have over spoken. What business did this farstrider have to know the woes of the Blood Knights.

"Young Bael'spar," spoke Bai'shan, "you are so very young. It will be many decades before you feel the pull of time. If you take any wisdom, then you will let it all go. Forget your mistakes, your triumphs. Forget your misdeeds. Forget your trials. Live in the now, for there is only today." So saying, Bai'shan arose and tossed some coins to the inn keeper.

Bael'spar sat there, silently contemplating the words that he heard. Then, he began to laugh.

"Surely they are all mad!" he proclaimed. "Forget and live?" The Sun's Fury had returned and he made his way to the Outlands once more to give aid to the Nyxers which might survive but for the light he brings.

As I witnessed this, I began to ponder this thing of aging. Being but 61 myself, I ponder our futures. There are no elderly amongst us. Bael'spar's older relatives appear as does he, time leaving no marks upon their faces; unlike the Tauren and Orcs that I have become acquainted with.

I have heard that there are, among some of us, those who have lived untold centuries. There are others consumed by our hunger for mana. I have begun inquiries into this matter, but so far have found none that can foresee how many years upon Azeroth we are allotted. Perhaps this is just a great mystery to be solved only by the unforeseeable future.

((I was hanging out in Thunder Bluff, when someone posted that they were looking for an RP guild. I called us to mind, and then we got into a discussion about Blood Elf lore. The issue that there seems to be no consensus or lore is the life-span of the Sin'dorei. It is assumed that they are mortal, but the length of their lives is still in question. Any thoughts?))

[Voltaere]

((Thanks for the post - I need to get back into some writing again))

Voltulio never thought much about growing old. Coming from a military family, the honor of serving had taken most of his family. That was his birthright...to gain honor in war defending his people...until the final death awaits him. The house of Vol was a proud one, decorated and recognized for its service and sacrifice. Voltulio fully expects to die in an epic battle as a hero to his people, just as his ancestors before him. Could anything be worse than a useless warrior? He would rather jump off the edge of the world than become old. But Voltulio is still young and has much to learn. If he doesnt die young, perhaps he will gain some wisdom to pass to his children one day.

[Linkan]

((I don't really believe that wretched are the descent for Belfs due to lack of magic/mu'ru. It is exactly the oposite. They overdose themselves by taking too much magic AND didnt control their natural urge for it. There is a commic release by Blizzard that said that all Sin'dorei have to spend some time every day meditading to prevent being Swallowed by their hunger and become wretched.

Now, for the future of our order. it will be the same, as we used to wield holy magic before mu'ru (priests in warcraft 1, 2 and 3), also we were able to become paladins same ways (there is one former traditional paladin at Bulwark. The way new paladins were being created, was using Mu'ru as a mere catalyst, not as a source itself, coz controlling magic is natural to our people (it also was posted by blizzard at wowrpg.... now for the exact page and edition of those, you could take a look at wowiki, I remember all citiations were refered there.
So, our long life spamm, will continue the same, as long we "mana tap" like we are doing... just dont over do it ))