Raibead Kinslayern I.n The Pennants and Banners snapped loudly in the breeze like Serpents striking at the very air. It was a quiet morning in Eversong Woods, but the mist held no secrets. As the Shining city of Silvermoon unfurled the flags of war, the elder race race formed it's battalions of marching men, and prepared for the coming battle. In all the pennants and finery of a Blood Knight, Raibead sat upon his charger in all his battle gear and shook. No speeches were made, fore every soldier of the ancient race knew the stakes of this battle, no quarter would be asked for, or given. No pipes or drums gave out their loud tattoo, only the erie silence of approaching doom. Raibead fidgeted in his new vestments, having only received notice that his training was complete moments before being ordered to the front lines. There was no ceremony, only the solemn faces of his mentors as reward for the accomplishment of his lifetime. The homeland needed Paladins, not apprentices. Raibead thought for a moment of his family. Although he never knew their names, he remembered the look in his father's eyes as he gave him over to his mentors to begin the long journey of becoming a Blood Knight. As his father walked away he spoke “Yours is a life of service, remember to always honor and serve the house of Sunstrider.” Raibead was ripped from his memories as the Legions of Scourge poured out of the mists and towards the Capital. Raibead became swept up in the moment, overcoming his fears and joining the charge shouting with all the others “For Prince Kael'thas!” nn II.nn Raibead poured himself another shot as the alcohol dulled the aches of his arcane withdrawal. His concept of time blurred as he tried to recall the events following the scourge invasion of Silvermoon. He was unsure how long he has served as a Blood knight seconded to the Sun King's Royal Guard. He looked out if the saloon window at the bizarre skies of Outland. The Woman of ill repute sitting in his lap caressed his face, as if his many scars of battle, and the dull glass or his right eye were not unsettling. A shout rang out in the bar “Royal Guard Report to the Master at once. All other Troops report to their Marshals.”Raibead snapped to attention sending the woman in his lap to the ground with a curse. Adjusting the Sunfury Signet ring on his finger he asked ”We march to war, against what misguided fools?” The crier replies as if the words he spoke were poison “Quel'thalas, our misguided Kin, challenges our Masters right to the throne of the Sin'dorei, and the title of Lord of Outland.” Raibead snarled and stormed out of the saloon with murder on his mind. Raibead swore out loud. “Those fools, first we must suffer the treachery of those so called Scyers defecting to the banner of the enemy, and now the very Homeland is against us.” Then a voice from the past whispered in his head “...Honor and serve the house of Sunstrider.” nn III.n nAs Raibead was pulled from the field of battle my his comrades, they all wept openly. Raibead's commanding Officer shouted with madness in his eye “The Master has Fallen, you must flee and go into hiding.” As Raibead turned to protest the Officer plunged his blade into his heart, and took his own life. Raibead turned to the other two surviving elves. He could not make out who they were, fore they all wore the thick bloody masks of battle caked on their faces. Raibead swore to himself, it was a pity he could not recognize them. Raibead fled in the confusion with the woulds he suffered from battle bleeding and bare with two more corpses in his wake. It was some time later when a war torn Paladin approached the Argent Crusader Pickett on the snowy steps of Northrend. The traditional query proposed “Who goes there?”, and the reply “I Raibead, the Blood Knight go here and I seek to join you in battle for the Light.” With a little bit of work, in this snowy land that swallows all secrets, a killer on the verge of madness can become a Saint of blood and battle.nn ((I know the writing is poor, but I'm pretty new to this * pleads for mercy*)) nn((Long story short, Raibead was turned over to the authorities by his parents to become a blood knight. He has no idea what house he belongs too or his whole name. He followed Prince Kael'thas to the end out of loyalty and the desire for greatness. He plays the part of holier that thou art paladin so no one will question his loyalty or look into his past. He fanatically blames the Humans and the Alliance for the fall of his race and his master's death. I know this is a stretch but like most fanatics he doesn’t complicate things with the “facts”
After the death of the “master” Raibead becomes lost and confused, without direction or any sense of belonging he goes from war front to war front seeking death to atone for the atrocities he has committed, and for the many deaths of his fellow elves he has caused. He psychologically needs someone to fight for to justify it in his eyes. His position in the ward of war for the tribe of Nyx fills the void left by Kael'thas' death. And Who knows in time the wounds on his soul may also heal.))nnnnRespectfully submitted by,
