Silvermoon Guardians

Omatria - Bearer of Two Spirits

"You shall not pass quietly into the night, my child," the old kal'dorei Druid spoke lovingly to one who lay dying before him, "As you step from this world I will capture your soul and restore it in the body of another."
And as he watched, the dying Kal'dorei did, in fact, leave this incarnation and, as she did so, the elder Druid pulled her soul into an enchanted orb where it emitted a subtle glow, illuminating his aging and solemn features. He held the globe before his gaze.
"Now. To find a suitable host."

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"There has been a massive explosion on AzureMyst Isle!" Arch Druid Fandrel Staghelm snapped at Mathrengyl Bearwalker as he returned from Ashenvale Forest.
"So that's what shook the wood to it's foundations! I had wondered!"
"Wonder on your own time, Bearwalker! You, with our Druids and Priests, along with as many warriors as we can spare are going over there to investigate! Don't just stand there! Get moving!"
Staghelm was not a particularly beloved Druid, as Bearwalker was. His manner was rude, condescending and, at times, belittling. However, he was Arch Druid and therefore his word was law in Darnassus.

With a few choice words uttered under his breath, Bearwalker left the Druid tree of the Cenarion Enclave and joined his brethren gathering at the portal that protected the community.
"What do you suppose it was?? Do you think the Horde has invaded AzureMyst Isle?? Perhaps a long dormant volcano erupted??" All such suppositions, and more, were bantered about amongst the gathering throng.
Mathrengyl stood before the mass.
"Staghelm has put me in charge of this expedition! Casters, make sure of your mana potions. Warriors may your weapons be true! Let us go!"

The Druid turned to enter the portal, followed by over two hundred souls, and made his way down to the boat that would bear them to AzureMyst Isle across the Great Sea.

One week passed before the island finally appeared on the horizon. True to it's name, the land looked to have a mist the color of azure blue covering it in places. The kal'dorei had not inhabited the land in many generations, having made their permanent homes on Kalimdor. To their knowledge, nothing but animals roamed those lands.

As they approached the shoreline the warriors readied their weapons and moved ahead of the casters to the dock.
"What, in the name of Elune, is that??"
All looked to where their fellow night elf pointed and stood in stunned disbelief at what they saw.
A massive craft, bigger than even the mountains, was laying in smoldering and broken sections all over the area before them.
Bearwalker halted the procession.
"Druids to cat form, and stealth! We shall investigate! All others remain here on the dock!"

A dozen Druids shape-shifted to their feline forms and ran toward the strange craft before they cast stealth and disappeared from sight. The warriors left behind paced the dock in an agitated state.

"What are they, Master Bearwalker??" asked one of the Druids as they viewed invaders moving about the wreckage. They stood tall on long legs with cloven hooves. They also sported horns and tails.
"Are they demons??"
Mathrengyl scrutinized the newcomers carefully, trying to sense an evil presence about them, but found none.
"They are in need of aid!" he said finally, "go back and gather the others!"
As the one Druid switched to his travel form and raced back to the throng left behind at the dock, Bearwalker and those with him returned to their night elf aspects and began to approach the newcomers.

The aliens spotted the approaching kal'dorei and quickly retrieved whatever weapons they could grab to repel them.
Looking up, one of the newcomers saw this and moved to halt such action. He then stood before the others as the night elves drew nearer.

"I am Mathrengyl Bearwalker," the Druid introduced himself, "I don't know if you can understand me, but we are here to aid you."
The one who appeared to be the leader smiled. "I understand you, Mathrengyl Bearwalker. I am known as Velen. These are my people the draenei. We are travelers who collided here on your world not long ago. Your aid would be appreciated as we have many, many injured."

Bearwalker immediately instructed his priests and healing Druids to tend to the most grievous injured. The warriors took post about the perimeter to protect those within.

The head Druid approached Velen.
"How did you happen to come here? Where are you from?"
Sensing he could trust the night elf Velen responded.
"We are from a world not on your star charts called Argus, where we were known as eredar. Our world was a peaceful and beautiful place. Then, one who was the pinnacle of all Evil made an offer to the three leaders of our people. In exchange for their loyalty the Destroyer would bestow upon them untold power. In a vision I saw what we would be transformed into....hideous, unspeakable demons who would aid in decimating all life on Argus."

Velen turned to peer out over the waters of the Great Sea. Bearwalker stood silently nearby watching him.
"I refused the Destroyer's offer, knowing what it would mean to my world and my people. The other two leaders turned against me and I gathered what was left of my people, those who chose not to join the Destroyer, and we fled Argus in that craft beyond".

The draenei leader turned to Bearwalker.
"There is much more but, suffice it to say, we crash-landed on your world in our attempt to escape the Destroyer."
"It is all right, Velen," Bearwalker said with a nod, "Let us help your injured and then, when there is more time, you may tell me more."
"We are thankful for your kindness, Druid Bearwalker," the draenei stated with a bow.

While Velen set off to help tend to the injured, Bearwalker himself stepped amongst those less seriously wounded with an idea. He would know what he sought.
Off to the side he spotted her. A young female draenei lay unconscious on a blanket amongst those of milder injuries.
The night elf approached her and kneeled down beside her prone form. The child was a true beauty. Her dark coloring contrasted nicely with her light-colored tresses. Her cranial extensions flaired outward. Gingerly, Bearwalker reached out and gently stroked the draenei's bruised forehead as he peered about at the hustle and bustle going on about them, then looked back at her.

"You shall be the vessel for a special spirit, my child, "he said softly, "I shall honor you with the responsibility of carrying the essence of one who was most dear to me. My pupil and friend, Tyr'Amun Raene'song. She is of a kind heart and brave spirit. You shall share these qualities with her."
Then, making certain no one was aware of what he was about to do, Bearwalker removed the glowing orb from beneath his robes and held it aloft over the unconscious draenei. With words in Darnassian casting the spell he watched his night elf protege's soul move from the globe into the body of the draenei host. The female's body convulsed and thrashed about before finally settling down. Placing a hand once more on her forehead, Bearwalker uttered a healing spell then sat back to wait.

Her eyelids flickered several times before opening. Her chest heaved as she grasped a huge breath of air. She looked about her in a panic before spotting Bearwalker seated nearby watching her and found herself suddenly and inexplicably calmed.
"I am called Bearwalker, a Druid of the Cenarion Enclave of the kal'dorei," he spoke softly, stroking her soft mane of hair, "What may I call you, child?"

"I - I am known as "Omatria Faunfoot"."