Sofiana
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| Sofiana of Elwynn, Priestess of the Godddess | |
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| Title | Priestess of the Goddess |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | Mid-Twenties |
| Race | Human |
| Class | Priest - Class Lead |
| Specialization | Love |
| Affiliation | Ebon Flame |
| Occupation | Tailor, Enchanter |
| Relatives | None living |
Raised.
Abused.
Loved.
Beaten.
Enlightened.
Holy.
Raped.
Adored.
Ignored.
Re-forged.
Wounded.
Shadow.
Ravished.
Abandoned.
Comforted.
Confused.
Resolved.
Disciplined.
On the most plush, cushioned, ornate chair in the hall sat a Priestess. She’d sat down without a word over an hour ago, having walked up to it and picked up the warlock Fenmapus from the chair and deposited him next to her freshly summoned Shadowfiend to play with (resulting in no small amount of vitriolic wit in return, but it all washed over her frozen Shadowy body with no visible effect). She reclined, idly, relaxing, her feet up before the fire and specks of frost falling constantly from her body. With a heartfelt sigh, Sofiana reminisced on her life, and the twists and turns it had taken so far…
She remembered being a young and idealistic and anything-but-innocent Priestess, caring only for keeping her friends alive as they fought the greatest evils of Azeroth. She had fought alongside Sentia & Sinnocence, Meicha and Madik, seen a young gnomish warrior bear the brunt of Onyxia’s fury, and done her part in dousing hordes of undead dragonkin in holy water as the same young gnome held her own against the rage of Nefarian, before he too fell.
She remembered her wedding to the vivacious and dedicated young holy knight, Maelor, and running away from the commitment and potential pain he represented, before being found and shown how much she was loved, and giving her oath…
She remembered taking her first step through the Dark Portal, a momentous occasion which had been done by thousands of others previously and since, and was still an intense life-defining moment nonetheless.
She remembered the new evils to be found on the ruins of Draenor, and how she changed in response to them, embracing the darker side of her Goddess and embracing the Shadow, no longer content to prop up her companions as they took and dished out the pain, but wanting to join her hand to theirs in striking the killing blows to the great evils of the blood-elf Kael’Thas, and the monstrous Illidan, who was not “The Betrayer” to her.
She remembered the hot-tempered and impatient founder and leader of The Flame, Thalos, and how he grew… maybe “bored” was too vicious a word, but “disillusioned” at the very least. She remembered how he betrayed and left The Flame, which was taken as a personal insult by her husband, and she remembered how Maelor then left _her_ to go and seek out his former master… She remembered feeling like her heart had been ripped from her chest with a dull, blunt butter-knife, and as the wedding band fell un-noticed from her fingers she swore vengeance on her Betrayer, the Death Knight, Thalos.
Shivering involuntarily in the fire-warmed, comforting and spacious lounge of the Ebon Flame’s guildhall, the not-so-young-anymore Priestess of the Goddess stood up. As the last stones were being laid in the city of Stormwind’s new harbour, the Shadow that had been her tireless companion through heartache and grief and violence and sex and passion and pain fell away… That dark thing, that energy that swallowed heat and promised death, was let slide away into the cracks between the ill-fitting floor-stones, and she shivered once more, but _not_ in cold – for the first time in over a year, she felt warmth again. New powers and abilities coursed through her, blessings from her Goddess, tools to use in the journey ahead to Northrend.
Sofiana absently nodded, understanding – cold Shadow would not defeat cold undeath up there, but the warmth of life, coupled with the Discipline hard-earned in years of fighting would help her best now. Absently, she lifted her hands to rub at some of the last lingering chill in her arms, before picking up her staff and wandering out of the hall.
It was bright outside. The sun had risen, and it was a warm, golden day, drenching the city with a glow of heart-warming beauty. Sofiana stood framed in the doorway, and with the first genuine smile in many months, strode out to face the world once again…
