Maccath

Sinu a’manore. Doral ana’diel? My name is Maccath, I’m a Sin’dorei warlock. I believe you came here to learn a bit more about myself and my history. So be it. To start at the very beginning, I was born a High Elf during the Orcish invasion of Quel’thalas - an event that pushed the Quel’dorei to develop a stronger connection with the Alliance of Lordaeron in support of the war against the Horde. I have been a witness to fear and destruction since my untimely birth. The second war was soon over, but it was only when I was starting to find my feet in the world that the Scourge invaded.

By now we had abandoned the Alliance of Lordaeron - blaming their poor leadership for the destruction that occurred within Quel’thalas during the second war. A new threat was brewing, however; a plague was consuming Andorhal. The infected died, returning to life as the undead Scourge. As Arthas Menethil and Jaina Proudmoore were investigating the cause of the plague in Stratholme, Arthas became lured by madness and journeyed to the continent of Northrend. He returned, months later, having obtained a cursed blade - the Frostmourne. Arthas slew his father and named himself the new King of Lordaeron - passing the kingdom to the Scourge.

Arthas gathered his army of Scourge and set to plough his way through Quel’Thalas, to the Isle of Quel’Danas - the Sunwell, the source of the High Elves’ magical power. Our Ranger-General Lady Sylvanas Windrunner was taken prisoner before she could warn Silvermoon of their approach.

The Scourge marched through our lands, killing everything in their wake, leaving a trail of blight scarring Quel’thalas to this day. Though our city has been partially rebuilt, our people will never be able to forget what happened. I fled, alone. I know not of the fate of my family and friends, one can only assume they were slaughtered like the rest.

For the coming months I was alone in an unfamiliar environment. I found abandoned buildings that provided me with precious little supplies and shelter in order to stay alive. I weakened physically, but the magic I held within me kept me sane and my mind strong. If I ever saw civilisation approaching, I gathered my belongings and moved on. I didn’t want to wait to see if they were sided with the enemy.

The Scourge corrupted the Sunwell with the bones of the necromancer Kel’Thuzad, but I was not there to witness the aftermath. I had to stay hidden so that I might not be preyed upon by the remaining Scourge. Life was hard for me then, it was hard for all of the survivors, realising that their beloved land had been tarnished.

Word eventually got to me that Prince Kael’thas had returned and intended to take charge of his people, now renamed the Sin’dorei—Blood Elves—in memory of our fallen kin. Kael’thas ordered the Sunwell’s destruction and my addiction to magic grew, the Sunwell not existing to abate it any longer. It led me to explore darker realms of magic, when I started to train as a warlock, commanding demons and consuming their fel energies.

However, our Prince Kael’thas betrayed us! He fled to Outland pledging allegiance with Illidan Stormrage, in return for an unending supply of magic to sate his—and his followers’—hunger. He sent word to Azeroth that the Blood Elves would be in paradise should we rejoin him. For six years I worked hard to help rebuild Silvermoon in prepration for Kael’thas’s return. After the Dark Portal was reopened and we were able to enter his domain, we discovered that he had been lying, traitorous wretch! Looking out only for his own benefit, led only by his insatiable desire for power.

And so the Blood Elves of Silvermoon adopted a new leader, Lor’themar Theron, and we joined the Horde forces in fight against Kael’thas and Illidan. And that is where my story really begins…