Delryn Araméa

== History ==
I spent the majority of my childhood; from what I can remember clearly at the orphanage in Stormwind City. My mother died during labour and my father…well, he couldn’t take care of me. The remainder of my family decided it was for the best that I be sent to the orphanage. He too died a few short years after my mother, they say it was from a broken heart but I fear he took his own life. 
In early adolescence I began to study the ways of the Light, I spent most of my time at the Cathedral and when the time came for me to leave the orphanage I went to live and work at Northshire Abbey. There I studied under the teachings of my mentor; Brother Paxton and it was him who sent me away on my pilgrimage. I was unwilling to leave, I was afraid of what I’d be faced with away from my comfort zone at the abbey. Initially I was angry with my teacher, and I spent many a lonely week wandering around the city trying to find purpose. 
It was during that time I met Highlord Dathran Eranor, of the Scarlet Sigil for the first time. In my naivety I didn’t know who he was, of course I knew of the Scarlet Crusade and my opinion of them was the same as everyone else’s’; they were fanatical, merciless men tainted with madness. But Dathran did not wear a tabard, nor armour, as far as I was concerned he was a local man. We spent many long afternoons at the Cathedral studying together, or just talking. I knew who he was then, the figurehead of a widely hated army but I convinced myself that everyone was mistaken about the Scarlet Sigil. Dathran was anything but mad. He was kind and considerate to my feelings, we shared many common interests. Surely this gentle man could never be guilty of despicable acts of ruthlessness and murder, could he? 
I was initiated into the Scarlet army, yet I remained at the Cathedral and served as a counsellor to Dathran. The burden of leadership heavily weighted his shoulders; in hindsight it was the guilt of his deeds which troubled him so. I felt compelled to save him from his despair, I was falling in love. 
As time progressed, I ascended the ranks of the army, and I was appointed as High Priestess. Dathran and I had married and we were an unstoppable force in the face of those who opposed our work. I was convinced that we worked towards a greater good and sacrifices had to be made to ensure humanity’s future. Perhaps I slipped away into madness as well, I too became obsessed with reclaiming Lordaeron. Lordaeron was the one thing which drove my husband, there was no expense, and no life spared. He poured endless funds into resources and equipment into achieving his goal, and many lives have been lost in the process, including our own soldiers. 
I fell pregnant with Dathran’s child as the army were pushing further North. It was a tumultuous time and I distanced myself away from the Sigil. I’m not sure if it was because of the life I carried inside me, but I opened my eyes to the true nature of the Scarlets, I knew a lot of them were brutish fighters, but I turned a blind eye – for the greater good. All I could think about was the safety of my child, and that certainly wasn’t on a battle field, so I stepped down from my role of High Priestess and I returned to Northshire to spend the remainder of my pregnancy. 
Dathran and I grew apart, unbeknown to me the Brothers at the abbey turned him away on the rare occasions he did come to visit me. I used to sneak away at the dead of night and meet with him in quiet corners of Stormwind, even then I knew our marriage was failing. He would not give up his crusade for Lordaeron, not even for his wife and unborn baby. 
In a cruel twist of fate, our child was stillborn. I cursed the Light, why would It allow the sole Eranor heir to perish? It fills me with anguish to admit, but I turned my back on the Light, and before long I was unable to wield It, darkness took It’s place. 
Life became unbearable, I’d lost my husband, my baby and everything I’d worked for was being punished, so I came to a conclusion. I could either take my own life, and fade away like a soon forgotten memory or I could take my pain to Northrend and fight until death came. 
I journeyed to Icecrown and presented myself before Highlord Fordring and told him my tale. I offered myself completely and vowed to accept any task, or any mission he deemed fit to give me. He seemed to understand my will, and respected my candour and in a matter of days I was embarking upon a quest from which I never expected to return. 
The battle took place atop of Crusader’s Pinnacle and the Scourge were relentless in their assault, the majority of my team fell in the first hour and as much I wanted to welcome death, I was with filled with defiant determination to take as many Scourge with me as I could. Finally my energy dwindled and exhaustion overcame me and I fell, nothing seems clear after I hit the ground. The world began to spin and I could see the remnants of battle continue beneath me. Strangely enough, I felt at peace, but determination still burned in my heart. There came a blinding light and screams of the undead resonated in my ears, and then…there was nothing. 
I came to lying in a small bed at an Alliance encampment, we’d successfully claimed Crusader’s Pinnacle. I was treated like hero, though I felt like a fraud. I didn’t even remember what had happened. But I felt glad to be alive - I just wanted to go home. 
Highlord Fordring relived me of duty a few months later so I returned to Stormwind, which is now where I volunteer at the Cathedral. I have come to realise that the Light was not punishing me for my deeds, I was punishing myself.
=== Theme Music ===
- The Howling, Within Temptation