Darsolenew Duskmantle

==History==
===IN LIFE===
====Baron Du'Mante====
Darsolenew Du'Manté was born around 30 years before the Orcish invasion of Azeroth and the first war to a large family of the Gilnean aristocracy. He spent much of his youth with his parents on their estates in the south of the country, which overlooked Baradin Bay from their position on the grey cliffs of Gilneas. When he came of age, marked in Gilnean society on the 19th summer of the son, his father, Baron Theodite Du’Mánte, saw fit to dispatch him to receive an education in Dalaran, for it was customary for the Gilnean nobility to afford such sumptuous privileges to their offspring.
Within the city Darsolenew perfected his study of the arcane, including the elements of fire and water, oration, in which he proved himself a great speaker, and warfare, which he showed a particular interest in. Overall the young heir was most succesful in his wielding of fire, an arcane element he showed a deep afinity for. With evident joy the Art of War was learnt and very quickly, it seemed to him, it was apparent that a military career was where destiny directed him. In advancing with such prowess Darsolenew proved admonishing of other arts, for the other elements he had no concern and his studies were erratic and whimsical in there diligence. 
While a son leapt forward in countless graceful arts Theodite Du’Mánte had been dispatched to the Isle of Kul’Tiras as leader of the ambassadorial assembly stationed there. While deprived of his beloved homeland the ageing Baron ailed, longing for a sight of the grey crags of Gilneas, and each time his son allowed himself freedom from his studious work, he found his father sunk in trouble and woe.
Seven sun-kissed summers were spent in studies. Many friends of Du’Mánte now also worked in the city and growing in age and power, as they prepared to grasp their entailed estates, the group of aspiring nobles soon became drawn closer in friendship  and familiarity. At last Darsolenew was to return to his father in Kul’Tiras, the “bleak wild” as the Gilnean aristocracy scornfully termed it, it was in the first year of his staying on the island that the Lady Catherine Du’Mánte passed away. Theodite was struck with grief, overcome with bitter misery at the death of his adored companion he threw himself, some say that very eve, into the churning maw of the gaping ocean.
Darsolenew Du'Manté was shattered by the suicide. And it did not seem difficult for the Family of Falkirk, who lorded the neighbouring barony, to play upon the suspicious circumstances of a dead father in the presence of an ambitious son.
Shunned by those upon whom his trust had rested, including his Machiavellian neighbours in the family of Fredrik Falkirk, Du’Mánte, now approaching the 30th summer of his life, fled south. Horrified at the reckless abandonment of all sincerity, of all gallantry (values which he held closest to his wounded heart), he endured the arduous journey to the southern kingdom of Stormwind, where none knew of him nor of what was said of him. 
====War in the South====
Eventually Darsolenew reached the distant haven of Stormwind City, then a shining beacon of humanity in the wild Southern Land. He was now around 30 and, calling upon his flare for warfare and natural magic talent, he quickly signed up to join the Royal Army. He served under Marshall Gregor Gerrik whose patrol force often scouted the regions surrounding the Kingdom of Stormwind.
At this time the land was relatively safe, and quiet. A few Troll tribes plagued the force as it moved around the bloated borders of the Kingdom in one such instance the expeditionary force was ambushed by a savage war-party of Troll's, in northern Stranglethorn. It was here that Darsolenew earned true recognition he slew many of the enemies and helped force a way back out of the vale following the devastating attack. For this act he earned the respect of Gerrik, and was soon promoted to become his Chief Advisor on all military matters.
Eventually the Orcish Horde flooded into the Kingdom of Stormwind, which was ill-prepared for such a lighting assault. Gerrik was charged to hold the township of Grand Hamlet with his forces, which had been bolstered by those men drafted in from the city itself. But the town soon fell to the unstoppable might of the incoming swarm. Darsolenew fortunately escaped with his master once again, but Gerrik was hopelessly depressed about the failure.
Returning to Stormwind the remaining forces prepared to defend the city and the rapid evacuation of civilians began. Darsolenew, now a trusted friend, was sent with Gregor Gerrik's wife - Alexia Gerrik - to Lordaeron, swearing to guard her during the rough journey with his life and prowess of arms.
====Respite with Amelia====
At last Du'Manté was heading nearer to home once more. And the thought had him swell with apprehension and tense excitement. But the party did not dock at GIlneas, nor at Southshore. They landed in Kul'Tiras where Lady Gerrik had powerful contacts who provided them shelter for some time.
The entire household, numbering some 20 men and women, was lodged with Amelia Strike who lived in the capital of Boralus with her husband, Bran. The days in the city were quiet ones, and Du'Manté sought out his fathers old home on the island which brought with it tiresome memories of pain and suffering. Brand and Amelia had heard of Du'Manté, Theodite at least, but Darsolenew simply insisted he was a distant cousin of the man and so the formal connection was never known by the couple.
A succesful merchant, Bran lived an incomparably rich lifestyle and the villa which overlooked the city from the low hills of the island provided a pleasurable respite from the news of war, death and finally defeat in the South. In particular Darsolenew befriended Amelia and they spoke often of past lives, future hopes and the present situation, which was increasingly morbid. The friendship would hardly last long, however.
With the First War now utterly lost by the forces of Stormwind, the people of Kul'Tiras began to fear for the very worst. Gregor was dead, and Alexia mourned often with baleful cries that all was now lost. The refugees from the southern kingdom swept northward, under the stewardship of Lothar, and they brought terrible stories to the shores of the northern kingdoms.
But the household remained on the island for six years, six years of peaceful silence unanswered by the hellish maw of the Orcish Horde. And then: chaos.
====Fight and flight====
With the news that the Horde were now moving north at an alarming pace. Alexia abandoned her friends on the island without a second thought. Taking her entire household she decided to move on to Gilneas. Darsolenew Du'Manté was to go with her. The Lady intended to reach Lordaeron, where she planned to stay with a relative, Brother Jason Salorne. But upon reaching the shore of the grey nation, Darsolenew was overcome with emotion at the sight of his homeland. On arriving at the ports on the southern tip of Gilneas, in preparation for passage through Greymane City, crying aloud that the Grey Cliffs were his to cherish, Darsolenew Du’Mánte threw himself upon the shingle before they had even docked!
Alexia Gerrik refused bluntly to give him leave, or to allow him to go ahead to the City alone. So, in the depth of a dark night, Darsolenew fled into the shadows, riding hard and fast to reach the capital before dawn. Once there he began to make contact once more with the few friends whom he had left on his flight south. They remembered him fondly and were no doubt impressed with his exciting tales of the war in the South. He stayed with Baron Harkley for some time in the city and eventually became his advisor as part of the King's Court. In such a way did he rise once more to sit on the fringes of the aristocratic court of which he was once destined to be part of.
Now the threat of invasion was looming from the south, and the request came from Lordaeron - that Gilneas should agree to become part of the Alliance of Lordaeron. Much fierce debate followed, and Du'Manté became one of the leading advocates of the Alliance. Although he was often dismissed as an outspoken upstart, since he did not actually possess any estates, he was a brilliant speaker and became important in convincing the court that an alliance was necessary.
During his work in the court he joined the 2nd Brigade of the Gilnean Army, as little more than a glorified pikeman. When the nation eventually went to war at the side of the other northern Kingdoms, Du'Manté fought long and hard on numerous fronts.
The Second War was now in full swing, and the key battle at which Darsolenew fought was that of "The Crimson Shore". Here the Alliance attempted to reclaim the town of Southshore. It was asserted that the taks was impossible. The well supplied enemy forces could rely on aid from the sea and over Baradin Bay flew reinforcements and endless weaponry. A strike, to cripple the forces, and thus leave the terrain of Alterac impenetrable for the winter months, was to be held.
The battle was one of the bloodiest of the entire conflict, but the Alliance was eventually victorious. Du'Manté was now nearly 40 years of age, but he fought long and hard as a proud Battle-Magi of the Alliance, before eventually they were announced victorious.
But Darsolenew was dissapointed to discover that this was not the beginning of a glorious and eternal relationship between Lordaeron and his own nation. Falkirk - that old enemy - now served as Viceroy of Tol Barad, and was a central figure within the court. When it was declared that Gilneas would be leaving the alliance those who refused to support the move were politely asked by the snobbish fiend to leave the city.
Despite his best attempts to convince Falkirk to reconsider, Darsolenew regretfully fled from the city. He did not travel south to join the assault on Blackrock Spire, perhaps because Gilnean support for the Alliance was already waning or simply because he himself was withering in old age. Regardless, Darsolenew found himself at last in the Capital and remained there for some time. By now an aged almost 60 years Du’Mánte found himself an exile from his homeland, estranged in a foreign kingdom. After several years spent in the Capital, no doubt wallowing in self pity, Du’Mánte was contacted from an aspiring Gilneas commander with an offer that would change his life forever.
====Death====
Anthrel Balam, an aspiring soldier of the Gilnean army who was sympathetic to the cause of the Old Alliance. On the news that a Third War was looming, the young man was quick to draw up a force that could ride from the city a final time to assist lost allies. Du'Manté was urgently asked to serve as chief tactician of the small force, which was to be placed amongst a larger regiment of Lordaeron's own troops.
Balam appealed, brilliants, to "hope and honour" in his request. Now, hope and honour were two values which the ageing Du’Mánte held very close to his weakened heart. And throughout his life, it seems likely; a sense of adventure had been instilled in him which could not be undone by the lessons of age. His caprice was coupled with a fierce confidence and here he saw the chance for such skills to flourish a final time.
He joined the Gilneas Brigade, which moved with the larger force of Jaina Proudmoore towards Andorhal and finally Hearthglen. It was here that they were eventually trapped by a vast, fresh, Scourge force. The Gilneas Brigade was turned to face the tide and down the valley echoed screams of tortured souls. And then the baleful wave broke upon the silver shore of men.
The frontline was crushed beneath the impact; men were thrown to the ground, killed not by any grievous wounds: instead they drowned in the thick mud stirred by clashing steel. Men trampled on their comrades as we pushed forward, there was no time to truly strike with heroic sweeps of blades, only time to lean against the swarm and thrust blindly through the midst of mangled men. One ghoul would break through the line and screech in triumph as it wrenched crimson streams from broken pale flesh. Gilnean men would occasionally clatter through the enemy line, to be met only by a charge of further horrors.
Du'Manté fell at the closing of the first assault of the Battle of Hearthglen. But his death, was only the beginning.
=== Chemist of the Lady===
This record is a biographical account of Darsolenew Duskmantle, now Grand Apothecary of the Apothecarium (the branch of the Royal Society dedicated to research within the Undercity itself). It has been recorded using all available sources but does include a record of Duskmantle's life, as such history remains unknown to all. This record was compiled by Cleric Eregor Dusk, and a number of other Senior Cleric's as part of the Shadow Census of the Undercity's leadership.
The following is a transcipt, recorded by the Royal Apothecary Society, of an Darsolenew Duskmantle's initial interview. Such interviews are common place within the recruitment line of all Forsaken orders, since we must be ever vigilant of enemies in our midst. Doctor Makolvitch, then operative of the Society, conducted the interview.
Makolvitch: Now, we must first ask how long is it since you were risen?
Duskmantle: Risen under Her or under the shadow of the Lich Lord's?
Makolvitch: Well... if you could provide an answer to both?
Duskmantle: Yes, fine. The Lich Lord's rose me early in the day's of battle and blood. I do not know the exact date, atrocities followed which swim through a darkened haze in my mind, a haze I do not wish to view with all granted clarity. But it has been some years. And I joined the Lady in her battle as soon as the call was heard, you understand.
Makolvitch: Yes, yes. I understand. And why do you seek to join us?
Duskmantle: In my early days, while I served her, I felt nothing but longing for life. It was a curse, this condition of our. I would roam where she willed us to roam, and while I do not begrudge my apt service of our saviour... I feel... there is something more I must offer. I am no priest, so the Cult was not the-...
Makolvitch: You do believe in the Shadow though?
Duskmantle: I do believe, yes. I believe I have seen ascendants... but it all remains so, unclear.
Malkovitch: Go on.
Duskmantle: I am no priest, but I am a skilled enough Chemist, or at least I believe I could be if my intelligence was leant the knowledge of your experience.
Malkovitch: Interesting. Can you name the three biological sciences which we practice?
Duskmantle: Teleomorphic, Remedical and...
Malkovitch: Serumantic, hm... I suppose you have been studying?
Duskmantle: No, I-...
Malkovitch: Yes, you have. So you have served Her since the very beginning? Intriguing, is there anything you wish to add.
Duskmantle: Only that I was part of the party which destroyed Her city, and the fact that She still serves me is mark of her benevolence, and I owe her far more than my existence, far more than I can repay by simple deeds in the Glades. The Society is a way to repay, so to speak.
Malkovitch: I see... Now, the questions and then the Oath?
The rest of the interview is not of our concern, all that needs to be said is that it is clear from this that Duskmantle was a zealously loyal follow of Her, even in the earliest days of our conception. It appears he also had a hand in the destruction of Quel'Thalas, though as he himself admits - this exists in a "darkened haze". Duskmantle rose through the ranks of the Society, rapidly becoming a chief member of the Research department in the Undercity, he proved himself skilled in the science of Teleomorphism, the creation of life, and became a Master Surgeon within the laboratory. 
==Death==
Darsolenew Duskmantle was found guilty for creating the deadly disease Isiliosis. He was executed, beheaded by the sword. His ashes were later spread outside the Greymane wall by The Apothecarium.
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