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The son of Malfurion and Tyrande, I was born after the influence of the first war, when the Dragons first enchanted the Nordrassil. When I was old enough I began to learn the way of the ranger under the tutilage of the Sentils greastest warriors. I was taught how to shoot a bow and find tracks in the woods. Until one day when I stumbled upon a hidden hollow deep within the woods of Kalimdor, there I found one of our people's legends, the supposedly dead Alleria, whom I soon learned was my grandmother. She made me promise to tell noone of her, and in return she taught me more of the ways of the ranger that I could have ever hoped to learn. She taught me how to sooth and enchance the minds of feral beasts, how to track even the smallest creature through the most dense woodlands. 6000 years later when the Burning Legion sent the Orcish Hordes to prepare our world for the second comming, I swore to banish the tools of the ones who had ruined my people's once proud society. My grandmother gave me her bow and a quiver of silver arrows that would kill anything with only a singlepiercing, she also dubed me Legolad Celbpilin', named after the magical silver arrows.
During my personal war against the Orcs, I had tracked a small party of them down, which lead me to a rather large encampment. I entered in the night, after the passing moon in the high sky, I killed the guards and their mounts with out even a moments thought, I then moved on to the captain's tent and dispatched of them just as quickly. Through the uses of their vile Dark Magic, my presense was detected and I was captured. I would spend the next two years in the toturous hands of the Orcs.
With the graceful guidance of Elune, my mother search for me lead her to the valley where her own mother was hiding from the world. While there, Alleria told her of my personal war with the Legions lap-dogs, and of the last known location of the Orcish camp I raided. Again, with the guidance of Elune, she tracked down my new location, and in a rage only a mother can feel, she called the very stars from the sky to fall and crush the vile Orcs where they stood. Freed from my prison, I defended my mother as she brought the sky down upon them. Her and I both still bear the scars from the battle, and my torture at the hands of the Orcs. As we made our way back to Kalimdor, my mother asked me why I did not come to her for aid with the Orcs, I told her that i wanted to prove myself, but instead only made a fool of myself.
When we returned to Kalimdor, I slipped into the Ashenvale forest, and again tried find my way back to the grove where my grandmother lived. Alas, it was gone, but in its stead, I found a younger Night Elf, by the name of Firamus Baeldeth, he told me he was in search of his father. I knew nothing of the man, but I did offer him to come back with me to the Guild of Eternal Night, after years of training, he became my Battlemaster, and have served as a father figure to him since. Years later, the two of us traveled to a distant land with new and unexplored forests, where we found the one that would later be my Captain, Halifirien Arìothion. He was guarding over a great tower in the forests, and although it pained him to leave, he and his frostsabre Kyra, and his silver and ivory bow returned with us to Kalimdor.
Now the guild is growing like the woods, strong and hardy, and forever may it be that way.
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