Renatus

|name: Renatus|image:|race: Draenei|class: paladin|guild: N/A although looking for one|profession: Blacksmith|height: 6'6|weight: 352|build: Heavily built, he is accustomed to wearing heavy plate and as such has built his body to wear it for as long as possible without growing tired.|hair: Glowing fearsly blue, as his power grows as dose the light in his gaze.|alignment: Choatic Good|age: 24|birthplace: In a cave close to Ogrimar, an orc running the slave trade their had his mother killed after his birth.|Affiliation: Dazereth, a priest whom is utterly devoted to the light though far from zealotious is a friend of Renatus, he sees him as what all priests should strive to become. However diffrences in the past have caused them to take drasticly diffrent paths in serving the light. Whilst Dazereth offers a helping hand to those in need, Renatus crushes the skulls of the unworthy, the unholy and even those once of the light whom have strayed into greed or lust.IPersonality: Renatus is a zealot, fearsly true to his goals and values he will rarely venture from his path. When acused of evil for his deeds he will either ignore the accuser or if they prove to be defending the goals of those he has put down he will often as not destroy them as well to stop the spread of evil. However he is not against the use of magic, druidism or any other method of gaining power. He sees no evil in attaining power, he just cannot stand the way it is offen weilded. Thus no matter your class it is your deeds he judges not your powers.
IAdventures: 
His hands stroked the rugged edge of the thick parchment, the runes written with such skill eating into his mind as he reread the message once again his grin lit his face. With this power would be his, not just power but fame, he could leave behind this pathetic trade down and enter stormwind a hero, perhaps even their king. Grinning he stood slowly evaluating the simple room he stood within, the walls made of stone an the desk simple wood, it had been here that he had become more than a simple head of a tiny church. Behind him stood three paladins, in the next room he knew all twelve of the priests were discussing how best to launch his plans, he would join them shortly; he would lead the cattle to their slaughter. It amused him that after all their talks of the great light all these men of the cloth were more than willing to turn to the darkness when it offered them so much more then the light ever could.
Arcanis turned to his paladins ignoring the pathetic whimpering of the bound children at the other end of the room "Tell the priests the time has come to kill this lot, they must prepare the rooms" waving the paladins away he turned back to the parchment only to hear something strike the wood of the door behind him, causing the frame of the door to shudder. Jumping nearly out of his robes Arcanis backed away to the far side of the room his hands fumbling with the door knob of the second door as a death scream tore through the air. He looked down at his hands, he held the parchment, the parchment confirming the alliance between himself and the litch king. Cursing in fear he threw the door open just as the far door was blown from its hinges. Not bothering to look behind him he ran down the hallway and into the huge antechamber were his priests looked up in surprise his paladins turning around, each of them held in their hands bloodied weapons and at their feet a wounded priest.
"Arcanis you traitor..." he choked on his own blood pointing at Arcanis his other hand holding a gaping wound in his chest. Behind him his pet priests rose staring at something behind Arcanis, fearful murmurs muttered between them. The sound of combat had brought others as well, people of the church lined the walkways above them looking down at them, puzzled looks on their faces. "You bastard! ARCANIS YOU FOOL!" yelled the wounded priest "You have doomed us all to slavery, the litch king will ha-" the paladins blade lanced down removing the head from the priest. It was then that the sound of hooves on stone behind them finally brought Arcanis's attention.
He was huge, a monster of muscle and the fury of light burning in his already blue glowing eyes. He was also immensely hansom, the type of white knight you expected to find at the aid of a princess in distress, he walked with pride and in his hand a huge hammer dripping with fresh blood. This was without a doubt the Draenei that the reports warned of, he had been told a member of the brotherhood of paladins had intercepted a minion of the litch king and tore out the truth from him. Now here he stood, foolishly thinking to kill the great Arcanis here and now.
Arcanis pulled himself together, one man, just one Draenei, easy work for his three skilled paladins, all he had to do was say the word. "There he is!" Arcanis yelled getting the attention of the oblivious and innocent people above him "The traitor! He means to bring the wrath of the litch king upon us! with his own hand!" Taking cue the paladins ran forward, the first infont of the others their gored blades raised before them as Arcanis leapt onto the huge table running along its length towards his escape...
Bruno charged the huge draenei, he felt little fear as his human brothers behind him screamed battle cries. It had been some time since he had killed anything more then weeping peasants or preists who did not know how to keep their noses out of their superiors business. Grinning he jumped into the air intending to take off the head of the huge draenei, yet he found himself sailing threw mid air, for some reason he was upside down witnessing the impossible. The draeneis hammer first struck his man on the right blowing his corpse threw a window and down the huge cliff, he hung there for a moment his face frozen in the shock of his death surrounded by the glittering forms of the stained glass shards, then his first scream echoed down the hall as his body tumbled flailing uselessly until he crashed to the ground with a wet splat. Then in a single motion the hammer reversed, spun and cracked against the skull of his second man caving in his face and sending his twitching body to the ground in a gored mess. So stunned he was with the incredible skill that his paladins were dispatched and the blow that had not only broken his own legs but thrown him into the air, that he missed the moment that killed him, the hammer swept around once more as the warrior turned, crashing into Brunos chest and pinning him to a pillar. The pressure from the hammer was keeping the shards of armour and shattered bone in place and keeping him from immediately bleeding out.
"How could a paladin of the light forsake everything to join the undeath" Asked the draenei, his voice deep and pure, heavy with the accent common to all draenei.
"Curse you draenei, what we did for our king was for the good of all Azeroth"
"You serve the darkness now Paladin, you are no better than a death knight, it is good i have killed you now before you could infect more with your diseased ideas" then the hammer moved as the draenei moved dropping the instantly dead Bruno to the ground
Arcanis felt immense pain in his legs, a horrible cracking sound filling his ears as his face met the wood of the table. Spluttering he forced himself onto his back screaming in agony as he looked down at his shattered and useless legs. The hammer that the draenei had thrown crashed into the far wall falling to the ground many of his priests scattering, though when they tried the door they yelled in horror for it would not budge, locked from the outside. Above them the innocent were staring wide eyed and unmoving as the drama folded out above them. The hooves of the huge paladin struck the wood either side of his bleeding lower body a huge hand reaching out and grasping his neck lifting him off the table. "You!" yelled the draenei "You foolish stupid priest, you have offered all these innocent people to the blackness, lying to them with promises of the light! The church is corrupt and rotten to the core, it must be purged" his grip tightened as he lifted the priest struggling into the air choking off his desperate need for air. At the paladins feet light erupted through the cracks in the floor and table scorching all the preists trapped in the room, blackening their skin. "I RENATUS! PALADIN OF THE LIGHT WILL SNUFF OUT YOUR LIES! I SHALL TEAR YOU FROM THIS EARTH AND OFFER YOUR SAD SOULS FOR THE LIGHT TO JUDGE!" There was a crack as the priests neck broke and the paladin threw his corpse aside. turning towards the priests crawling on the floor in agony many of them hammering on the door begging for freedom, above the crowd had finally fallen to panic, running in all directions towards any exit they could find as the sound of the paladins brutal words, the sound of bone and flesh striking stone an metal and the dying screams of the tainted priests filled the air of the church.
When the rest of the paladins of the church finally forced the doors open, someone had hours before barred it with a huge fell steel rod forged with the cunning of a blacksmith master, they found tears in their eyes at the horrible sight of so many dead holy men, their leader who was no more then a bloody lump of rags made them weep. What demon was this renatus to step into the house of the light, accuse good men of evil deeds then slaughter them without mercy? Of the draenei they noticed there was no sign, however on the table sat a parchment, thick and valuable. Upon it were runes that the paladins could not read.
The parchment eventually made its way to stormwind, the word of Renatus the priest slayer had reached the ears of the priests in stormwind long before the parchment touched their gaze. It was read allowed to only those in the highest of stations of the church, and it was deemed that the betrayal of their brethren priests was not to be spoken of for it would shatter the trust in the church. However of the draenei they decided he was not to be hunted, nor was he to be welcomed home as a brother. Instead his name was taken from the books, hoping that in time he would be forgotten. Reports told them that he was last seen entering the portal to outlands, and with luck he would not survive the adventure.