Silvermoon Guardians

The Story of how Ferrick became Accursed.

Forget all that you have heard. Abandon everything that you thought you knew. People look at the story and believe me to be an evil man. None know the truth.

I loved my family, they were my world. Under the shadow of legendary parents it is hard to shine. My mother the gleaming Godlike sorceress and my father the heroic general leading who came to victory.

I could not summon the power of fire with a thought, nor did I want to. My body was weak compared to most of the other warriors. For years I was teased and taunted growing up, for I was an easy target. Without the strength to back up my martial skills I was a pathetic snivelling teenage boy. That was when the power of the Rune first came upon me. Hidden deep within our lineage. Elves and mankind did not only practice the High Magic’s we came to know of as sorcery, demonology and mage craft. Once there was the magic of blood and sweat. Of fire, ice and blood. Each powerful desire tied into a glyph waiting to be unleashed. Somewhere in the distance the ancient weapons had been awakened. Their song reached the ears of many. Including mine. In the dark, in the dead of night they sung their seductive songs. Showed us the forms that could be etched within a mind, that needed only that bit of blood to empower.

How quick I was to gain favour, this once snivelling child. All bowed to my strength and skill now, that I was gifted with ‘never before seen’ skills. How foolish they were to have forgotten the ancient paths and rites. The paths of pain and twisted humanity. All that was in proper in a soul is what the songs taught us to harness. All the hate, anger and pain. Especially, pain. The runes seemed to hunger for it. Not just the pain upon who we unleashed the powers upon, but the pain of our deepest souls as we were the instruments of death and destruction.

Soon it came to be, that I could take no pleasure in life. War does that to a man. How many times had my rage caused me to butcher whole villages. Erasing whole families. But, it was the child with my sister’s eyes that spelt my doom. There she was in the midst of a battle. The power of the runes burning in my mind as the life went out of her eyes. Looking into mine.

Unfit for duty on the front lines is what the commanders said. My mind had gone. I babbled about those eyes. And the song that offered peace, a peace I had never known. The song promised a release from this cycle of pain. A rest and respite. So they sent me off to Lordaeron with an armed guard. For I was in no fit state. We travelled through strange lands on that journey home. Though my mind was gone, I knew a shadow followed us. But as the shadows were closing in that beautiful song, grew stronger. Then one day a large sword, the one that had sung to me for years was there. In the road. Terrible shadows lurked and surrounded us. I reached out. No doubt my companions thinking that I planned to make a last stand with them using this strange sword. As I touched the sword, I was the song. Released from this pain. I was floating above myself completely free. The feeling was euphoric. I watched as the form that was me, destroyed its one time companions. Each died in the worst most agonising ways, each scream caused the song of which I was part to become more euphoric. I was a spirit cast adrift. I remembered words my mother had taught me about how men can be hollowed out and become a gebbeth. A living human puppet, pulled by the darkest shadows. So it was with me to.

Time became meaningless. I saw my mother struck to the floor and followed my sister as she ran to find help. Unable to do anything. I saw the powers of the city falter as that foul beast Ferrick the Accursed stood astride towers watching as his, as my mother fell.

In the song I was happy. I was loved. I belonged. Nothing could ever be like this which had form. So I watched as the shadow which inhabited what used to be rampaged through not just our world, but countless others. For it was a shade conjured by the power of the Licheking. But he was and is in all places where Azeroth is. They are plentiful, but he is one. The same. A paradox of the omniverse. He was many, but, there was a great convergence and the many became the one. So he reached out across all of the planes.

I became lost. There were many forms of Ferrick the Accursed, each as grotesque as the last. Only subtle differences were allowed, nothing so that you would notice. But he planned to use us. All of us against those that remained of our family. That was when the songs of the swords allowed us all to know each other. All the ones of me from other realms swirled around each other. Not knowing where one ended and the other began. The only thing we knew is our stories were the same, but different. The song was euphoric like a drug, but when we swirled together the songs became mournful. For we did not hear the song of the runes, we heard the songs of our pain of what we had done what we had seen. The rune song lost some of its hold upon us in those moments. But such was the power of the rune song that we could not regain our forms.

We were sent against our families. Was the form I followed the one that was mine? Or was it anothers? I saw what it did to my sister, the one I had never known. She was so much like our mother. The fire magic’s consumed her very essence. Yet she could not stand against the power of the runes for long. She was gone.

Then we pursued my sister. It was strange. So much time could elapse on the mortal sphere and all I would know is the song and an occasional flash. She fell. Before my sword. Her eyes, did not look at the physical form that I had been. They turned and she saw my essence contained within the song. Within the power of the runes. She looked at me, into my soul. She saw, I am sure that I was the one who came home and played with her giving her sweets. This foul monster wielding the sword was not I. In that moment I was resolved. The song, continued. But not all the realms, the dimensions were linear. There would be one I could save this fate. One sister I could save. That was when I felt my sister’s prayers. Her name was Estel. A paladin whose power was based in the strength of her faith rather than the strength of her arm.

As the darkness consumed that reality, she was ready to send forth one of my kin. A warlock to save her sisters there under another sun. This was my chance. The rune song allowed movement between all that were connected by it. I found one. That was sacrificing his father. We merged and all that I am in all times and places helped me. Our song could only drown out the song of the runes. But only if we all worked together. I was becoming incarnate once again. I was what I was. I faced the version of myself that had been raised under this sun. The thing that had sacrificed his own father, to bring darkness upon that plane to. We sang a song of freedom as we fought with it through the fabrics of time and space, We fell through being itself. We fought for at least a dacade, we all fought. We killed it and there I stood. The shadow bound to the rune sword would not and does not give up easily. Then we sang our own song of the rune sword. For each has it name. Something forgotten by the king of the Liches. The name had been such a part of its song, but the part which drifts like a wisp of smoke upon the air. We struggled to find it, in what is me. Sometimes the shadow regained my form and sometimes so did I. We fought, as we still do. That was it. The name was part of our song. The power of the sword was great and empowered our song. I was myself. My body returned to what it had been before I grasped the sword. Reality returned and there I lay upon a great scar. In a place known as the plague lands. Yet the shadow still resides somewhere. Subdued by the very song I had been. No longer can I hear the song of mourning. The sword does fill my mind. But my body is weakened. No longer does it have the strength it once did.

Am I free? Or will the shadow reclaim me?

Just a few ideas, for the story behind the deathknight member of the House. After all poor guy has been despised by his sisters all these years.. bless him

I like it! I wonder how visiting the lands he left will affect him.