Thread: Loving the Enemy. (Fedalas and Rosita Red)

First two post will just be a simple Character profile Fedalas was a handsome young male only aged 19. He hailed from Elwynn Forest where he was raised by a single mother. All his life Fedalas was a kind and had a gentle heart as a child, he grew up to be everything his mother wanted. Fedalas joined the Alliance army when he turned seventeen, the boy was surprisingly skilled with shield and sword. Fedalas wielded a beautifully crafted sword made of a special kind of style. It was slightly curved with a few jagged teeth at the end. It was given to him by his mother before setting off. She told him it was all his farther left behind before leaving her for the last time. No one really ever saw what Fedalas looked like. He wore a long smooth black cloak and hood everywhere he went. The humans fought bitterly against the Horde as new plans were implemented to drive them from the Eastern Kingdoms. Fedalas found himself fighting in the Vanguard every time, right at the front in the heat of battle. He survived every time, a record among the sorry souls to be thrown into the Vanguard. It seemed almost as if someone was trying to be rid of him. On one cold evening in Redridge Mountains where the orcs loomed in the darkness. A small group of Stormwinds Elite Guards had been posted there to defend the locals. They were not enough for what was to come. Like death itself the Orcs emerged from the moonless sky. Their ferocious screams tore into the hearts of those who dared appose them. All hope had been lost..until upon the horizon appeared twenty well armed men. Fedals, mounted on horse back turned to his men and ushered what he thought would be has last words before throwing himself onto the savage Orcs down billow who overwhelmed the small town. Be not afraid! Death is but a path! Home is the only destination! Fight with me tonight and I swear to you we will all see home together my brothers! Fedalas was a natural born leader, his simple words inspiring a flurry of power and emotions in his men. Fedalas took the charge, leaps and bounds in-front of his men as they smashed into the flank of the Orcs. A gigantic hammer smashed into the side of his horse as the beasts poor soul fled it's body Fedalas was thrown to the ground. A circle of fighting still erupting around him and the Orc who he assumed was their leader. All eyes were fixed on the too. From beneath the veil of shadows of his cloak Fedalas drew up his shield and planted his feet firmly into the ground. The orc came at him, his hammer swung and missed. Fedalas, although a warrior was quick on his feet and dodge his attacks. Some unavoidable attacks slammed into his shield releasing such a bang to make one partially death. The sun had begun to rise in the far distance. The red soil beneath their feet stained even more with blood. It wasn't long before the Orc leader tired. Fedalas smashed his shield into the Orcs hammer and it left his embrace. Like a leaf dancing in the wind Fedalas spun around and built momentum. His sword hacked into the hard flesh of the Orc. A loud scream left him along with his last breath before Fedalas pulled his sword out and raised it up then pushed it down and through the orcs shoulder into it's heart. What remained of the Orc pack fled, Fedalas showed mercy and ordered his men to stand down. The sun had finally crept out from behind the red mountains, it shun upon a blood soaked Fedalas who stood with buckled shield and sword in hand as the groans of the wounded rang out in the back. He had escaped death once more. The clapping started with one hand before spreading into a ground and volley of clapping and cheering. He simply did what was right in his heart. After the battle had ended amiss the cheering the Captain in charge of the defense saw Fedalas's sword. An old man whose experience was clear in his eyes. Shocked to his core the old Captain took to his knee and the rest followed. Fedalas, naturally confused demanded that they rise only for the Captain to reveal to Fedalas who he really is. You are the Prince my lord. Fedalas was humored but confused as to what the Captain was speaking off. Fedalas stuck out his hand and raised the Captain and demanded an explanation. In a stunned crowd even the wounded stopped bleeding, the dying held onto the threads of life for a few more seconds only to hear the tale unfold. The Captain explained about King Wyrnns bastards, he had but a few and most of them died in some unfortunate way. The sword Fedalas wielded was a war trophy taken from a highly regarded Blood Elf commander upon being defeated by Wyrnn in the field. The king left it with the mother of his last bastard for her to trade or sell to provide for her child but she held onto it. Fedalas stood, still not convinced and shook his head. Denying the possibility as it slowly sunk in. Tears of joy were shed among some of the men whilst the rest cleared the blood stained soil to drink away their pains and celebrate the victory. Fedalas rode to Stormwind with his men and the Captain proudly at his side. The undiscovered prince did not seek to conqueror no one but none the less they rode through the gates like conquerors as the many eyes of Stormwind looked on at this cloaked and blood soaked man riding up the steps to the keep. Unknown to Fedalas the king had hoped for him to die in the Vanguard and moved to his generals and commanders at every point and battle to ensure Fedalas was given the most deadly of tasks. He did not falter nor fail, Fedalas triumphed and whispers among men named him the Shadow of Death. A name rather dark for a man of such kind heart, although he may never display this. Fedalas took a step into the gates to the Stormwind keep as the Guards looked on confused and drew swords only to be pacified by the Guard Captain at his side. Walking the six feet of man he was up towards the throne the silence was replaced by whispers of passer bys. King Wyrnn and the young prince rose to their feet and addressed the Captain. Silent, the Captain had no words. Fedalas gazed from beneath his hood I'm home father. His fatal words had the King turn white as blood flushed from his face. The Keep turned to silence as the King embraced him. Fedalas drew his sword, all recognized it. There was no hiding that Fedalas was his eldest heir and bastard. In the coming months Fedalas was housed in the keep and brought into the council where he excelled. He was for the people and was loved by all. He would not eat till his heart knew the poor had been fed. Though some loved him he was despised by many. The King wanted to be rid of this dishonor. Fedalas did not care for thrones and kingdoms. He only wanted to seek the love of his father he never had growing up. He wanted to do what little right he could in this world. Wyrnn devised a plan to be rid of Fedalas. On a cold and eerie morning. The sun was just peeking its head over the hills as the morning dew settled in. The sound of hooves littered the street and all were summoned to the keep. A person had been tied and head covered with a black cloth. Fedalas the King summoned him to the doors of the keep where the unknown person knelt. The King moved his hand, commanding the guard to remove the cloth, beneath was hidden the frail and frightened face of Fedalas mother. The fear and pain to this day can be seen in the eyes of Fedalas as he looked on and demanded answers. The King stepped out and addressed the people We thought the gods returned a son onto me!..but it was not so. The King faked a sigh in attempt to fake his despair and disappointment This woman got her thieving hands on my blade as I visited the town of Goldshire. The new moon passed and I had wished to roam the Kingdoms and take..stock of what my great citizens were doing. Gagged his mother shook her head as tears rolled down her face, she tried telling Fedalas it was not so. Guards seized Fedalas as the King continued with his poisoned words I'm saddened but this is considered to be traitorous, acting to be my son!? My heart weighs heavy this day and so blood must be spilled Ruthless and unwavering the king had Fedalas's mother cut down there and then. A solid swing from a guards sword saw her head roll from her body. Fedalas's body went numb and sunk in to the arms of the Guards as his mother was taken from him. The only person he ever had was stripped from him. For the time Fedalas was kept in chains within the Stockades as the King sought council as to how to deal with him. It's unclear up to this day about how Fedalas escaped. In the mist of the night after the captive Prince disappeared from Stormwind with his famous sword. Some say the people who loved him, the commons, the Guard Captain had helped him slip through the Darkness of the night. Since that day no one have heard of him. The hunt seized, presumed dead. No one really ever saw his face and so it was a futile effort none the less. Character when cloaked. Without Cloak.