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Xavius’s story begins over 10.000 years ago where he was the high councilor to queen
Azshara, leader of the night elves. The highborn, the upper class within the night elf society,
were dabbeling with powers, magic beyond their understanding. Xavius was the highest of the
highborn, a powerfull caster and he had replaced his eyes with artificial orbs. They were now magicall eyes
with streaks of ruby darted across the ebony lenses, able to see much more then regular
eyes could see. The highborn had tapped into the well of eternity, a great fountain
of power, and this drew the attention of the Burning Legion and their dark titanic leader
Sargeras. It was Xavius who made first contact with Sargeras and he eagerly showed his queen
what they had accomplished. One glance into their portal and the queen herself, not easily
impressed, gasped at the god that was waiting on the other side. The queen, xavius and the
highborn with them wanted to have the power to cleanse their land of imperfections and
create a perfect paradise. With the coming of Sargeras and the legion, they thought
that they had found just that, the means to create their paradise. If that meant that the unworthy
had to perish first, so be it, so they worked even harder on empowering their portal and
making it ready for their new god to enter the world.
This did not happen instantly of course, to bring a being such as Sargeras into the world required a portal of great power and to help the night elves with their task, Sargeras
send one of his minions to aid them. This minion, this being was known
as Hakkar the Houndmaster who did his best to strengthen their spellwork, allowing the
highborn to summon more demons from the legion into the world, yet even his skills were not
good enough to get sargeras across. They were able to amplify the portal and get some
of the first demons on to Azeroth ,4 fel guards, which Xavius wisely gave to the queen as a gift
to be her personal guard. He understood that pleasing their queen, keeping them on her
good side was a very wise thing and Azshara was very pleased with the gift, yet she was disapointed
that only so few had crossed in such a large time. How would their great one himself come
through if all they could manage was but a few of the host at a time? Xavius explained
that they were drawing from the well as best they could, but there were outside influences,
others drawing from the wells power to which the queen asked why they simply didn’t cut
the well from the outside? Enable it only to feed their desires and Xavius had
no counter argument. Such a simple thing to suggest, Azshara was not the queen without
reason and Xavius desired her, like most of the people did, but he desired her on his own terms and not hers. He was
certain that once his lord Sargeras had come into the world, the queen would become his
yet the queen saw herself as Sargeras’s consort. Regardless of their ambitions, their own individual plans for the future,
Xavius and Hakkar did their very best to seal the well, but they were unable. They simply
did not have the knowledge or power to make it happen so Hakkar knew it was time to ask
their master what to do. When Xavius spoke with Sargeras, he explained that they had failed
to cut the well and strengthen the portal, he felt an overwhelming insane fury quickly
pass through his mind. It only lasted for an instant though so Xavius thought he imagined it
and he listened to his gods words. Another was needed to help out the highborn since
Hakkar had failed in his duties. They used their powers to hold the portal steady as
the massive being known as Mannoroth placed his feet upon the world. Under his guidance
they were finally able to cut the well entirely, which had devestating effects on the rest of the
night elf population. Magic was such a huge part of their lifes, even those who did not
cast spells themselves, they were strengthened by the well and all around their lands people felt the
effects. Even worse, with the powers of the well now exclusive to their spellwork, more
and more demons poored out of the portal and they started the ground work of purifying
the world to make it perfect. Atleast that’s how Azshara and her followers saw it. For
those not in on their plans, it was carnage. Civilians, moonguard, soldiers, none were spared
the legion’s wrath as they marched out of the palace. News of this reached Blackrook
Hold and its lord Kur’talos Ravencrest. They realised that a great evil was marching
through their world, its source in the palace but their devotion and love for their
queen made it impossible to think that she was in on this. Surely the queen had been
captured by that evil xavius and his highborn, always thinking themselves better then the
rest of them. No, surely not their queen, she had to be rescued so a resistance was
formed. 'High guard, to arms! For your queen! For Azshara!
There was another who had already sensed the
wrongness of what was going at the palace even before they shut the well and the demons
marched out. Young Malfurion Stormrage had been learning the ways of the druid from the
demi-god cenarius and he had reacurring nightmares about the palace. Through the emerald dream
he was able to investigate the situation, sensed the evil that lurked within the portal
and he knew that his best chance of re-opening the well was by entering the dream, going
to the palace and undo their spellwork. His plans worked for the most part, the palace was not guarded for one in the emerald dream and none of the
demons or spell casters present were able to see him.
To Malfurion, the highborn appeared driven beyond sanity with a hungry look to them.
He also gazed within their creation and felt the evil that was lurking within. He could
not understand that the highborn didn’t sense it. When he turned around he gazed directly
into the face of Lord Xavius with his artifial magical eyes. For a moment he thought the
counselor could see him, but of course that was only in his head. The counselor walked
through him as if he wasn’t even there and Malfurion focused his attention on the shield they had
created, the spellwork that prevented others from tapping into the well. He saw how the magic
worked, how it could be manipulated and nulified. That is...if he could do anything
in his dream form. To test this out, he called upon the air and wind to create a small breeze
and he was succesfull. This meant that he could actually do something against their shield, against their
spellwork, was it not for the counselor who in a cold voice said...A foolish,
foolish thing to attempt. Lord Xavius was able to see Malfurion’s
dream form and captured it within a narrow white crystal. He wonderd outloud how long
it would take for Malfurion’s body to die without his spirit in it.
He was more than eager to find out so Malfurion was kept as his prisoner while people like
Tyrande Whisperwind and Broxigar watched over his physical body for 3 days...
In the meantime, the night elf resistance fought valiantly against the Burning Legion,
but without the powers from the well, they stood little chance. Malfurion had done all
he could to break out of his little prison, yet he found no way to do it. It wasn’t until the
red dragon Korialstraz, also known as Krasus, found Tyrande and Brox and made contact with
Malfurion’s spirit. The red dragon was an experienced caster himself, a very powerful
being and he showed Malfurion where the spellwork inside the cyrstal was weak. A small imperfection
combined with krasus’s knowledge, and Malfurion opening his mind to allow Tyrande and Krasus
to aid him... This allowed the druid to escape. Krasus told the druid to return to them, to return to his physical body. Tyrande
pleaded for him to come back, but Malfurion had to finish what he started. He drifted
to the spell matrix, reached in with his power and altered it. He summoned the powers of
the world of nature itself to aid him and the shield spell faltered, but it didn’t bbreak. Xavius
instantly sensed that something was wrong and his dark eyes fixed on the ghostly intruder.
Bolts of crimson lightning were shot at Malfurion. but he raised his hand asking the wind for
its aid and a wall not only guarded him from the attack, it also shot the bolts back striking
the huge warriors near the portal. Remember that nobody else could see Malfurion, only
Xavius was able to fight him and he tried to capture Malfurion again. This time
the young druid was more prepaired and he placed himself between one of the demons and
the crystal, causing it to suck in the demon instead. The spellcasters around the
portal asked xavius if they should help, but he told them to do nothing, to focus their
attention on the portal as he would deal with the intruder. The intruder Malfurion had no intention of
waiting around. He floated out of the chamber with a furious Xavius quickly going after
him, but instead of going downstairs, malfurion had floated into one of the inner walls and he
waited for Xavius to pass. He quickly returned to the inner chamber, mind focused on his
mission, but deep from within the portal came a terrible voice telling him to not touch
the shield, that he had no desire to do so, only the desire to serve sargeras...
It took nearly everything Malfurion had, but he was able to tear away his gaze and with it he felt
the fury emenate from the portal. This moment did give Xavius enough time to return to the chamber
and continue their fight. The counselor was a gifted sorcerer with the powers of the well
and even a distant sargeras to draw from, but Malfurion did not stand alone. In his
mind the voice of Krasus returned, he could once again feel him and Tyrande aiding him,
but now even Broxigar added his powers to the mix. Krasus told him that Malfurion was a druid,
the first of his kind, with the powers of nature, the world of Azeroth itself to tap
into. Rise up! Krasus urged him. Rise up and do what must be done!
The epic battle between Xavius and Malfurion came to an end once the druid shot him down
with the power of the world itself, lightning from the sky struck the sorcerer again and
again and again, burning him from within and without. Xavius seemed to melt before the
younger night elf’s eyes, flesh and muscle sloughing off and yet the counselor still
strained to reach him. Then- thunder cracked again so loud it shook Malfurion himself to
his very being and Lord Xavius, counselor to the queen and highest of the Highborne—Shattered.
After this, Malfurion was able to unshield the well of eternity, opening it to all others again and he was able to shut down the portal from which the Legion was pooring. This however
didn’t sit well with Sargeras. From deep below, he tried to capture Malfurion's incorporal
spirit to punish the night elf who dared to defy him. Luckily for Malfurion, his teacher
Cenarius was able to save him before Sargeras dragged him down. With the Well of Eternity re-opent.
His people now had the strength they needed to fight back against the Legion. The day seemed to be won, but Sargeras’s agents
knew the price of failure so they worked on re-opening the portal and re-establishing
a link with their master. The war of the ancients was far from over and even Lord Xavius had
yet a part to play...
Even though the lightning had shattered his body and ended his life, causing him unbearable
pain, the sensations Xavius now felt within the care of Sargeras could not compare. He had
no body, no substance, but calling him a spirit was also not the right word. He was nothing
and yet he knew he existed because of the suffering he endured. Eventually, Sargeras
had enough of torturing him for his failure and decided to give Xavius a second chance.
I have decided to redeem you... I have decided that there is a place for you. I have looked
into the darkness within you and found that which once pleased me. I make it the core
of what you are to become and in doing so make you a far superior servant than you were...
You must be reshaped, but so that others will mark in you the glory I give and the punishment
I mete out, I return that by which they will know you best...
Xavius was reformed by Sargeras, giving him a new body yet also making sure that they
would definitely recognize who he was by giving back his artificial eyes. Once a counselor to queen
Azshara, now the being that emerged from the reopent portal was so much more. Xavius had
become the first of the Satyr’s with the mission of turning more into him as well as
bringing the one that had closed the portal and angerd Sargeras greatly, so that the dark
lord could have his revenge. From the shadows the former highborn worked
on his schemes and despite most fearing him at first, they could not ignore the great
gifts that were bestowed upon him. A highborne by the name of Peroth’arn was one of the first
to fall to darkness as he willingly embraced the transformation into a Satyr. This transformation caused
him great agony, similar pain to what Xavius had felt. The screams became sobs, but even
they did not disturb the satyr’s dark work, no matter how loud they, too, eventually became.
Yes...Xavius said with a gleam in his unholy orbs. Unleash the pain. Unleash the fury.
No one beyond this chamber will hear. You may scream as much as you like...just as I
did. His grin grew savage, animalistic. It is little enough to suffer for the glory of Sargeras...
More and more of the highborn were transformed as the battle for dominance over Kalimdor continieud.
More and more demons as well, now under the leadership of Archimonde, poored out of the portal as
the world did its best to push them back. Xavius wasn’t at the forfront of the war though, he much
prefered to work from the shadows, observing and whispering. He eventually figured out
the best way to not only capture malfurion, but also get sweet revenge. No one is untouchable
and the two things Malfurion loved most in life were his twin brother Illidan Stormrage
and Tyrande Whisperwind. There was a love triangle going on between Malfurion, Tyrande
and Illidan. Illidan had worked very hard on trying to become, what he saw, as worthy of Tyrande’s
love, but sadly for him, Tyrande had already made her choice. She had given her heart to his twin brother and this
caused Illidan great pain, pain which Xavius could work with. He whisperd into Illidan’s
mind how the situation could be different. Accidents happen, no one would be to blame, many die in a war, what
could be if something would happen to Illidan’s twin? Surely Tyrande would come to him if
there was no more Malfurion...
Illidan was fascinacted by his perverse thoughts, but soon enough he regained control and he growled
Never, Not my brother...Never! He walked away and from the shadows Xavius chuckled. The
groundwork was laid and Illidan himself would build upon it.
Xavius’s second target was Tyrande Whisperwind. She was struck hard during the battle with the legion
and Malfurion had carried her away to a part of the forest where she could recover.
The druid sensed that they were being watched and to his shock and surprise, Xavius had
returned from the dead. His body altered, but a face that still haunted Malfurion’s
nightmares and eyes that he could never forget. More satyr’s emerged from the shadows, grabbing
Malfurion tight before he could do anything to protect Tyrande. Malfurion
could hear Illidan’s voice in his mind as Xavius explained what had happened to him. How he had become
the mighty being he was today, how he had delighted in manipulating Illidan after he
discovered that Illidan loved Tyrande and that Tyrande loved Malfurion. Malfurion didn’t know that Illidan
had such love for Tyrande and even more so, that she had chosen him. It came as such a
shock and surprise to him that he forget all about Illidan being in his mind as well and the emotions
of his twin caused him rock backward. Malfurion pleaded with Illidan to come to their aid,
that Tyrande was in danger and surely she’d be captured and tortured, but all he felt
was contempt from his twin. Surely his magnificent, powerful brother would be able to save Tyrande?
After all, she had chosen him over Illidan. Illidan shut his mind from Malfurion, left him
and Tyrande to their fate and the whispers of Xavius did their work...
A portal was created by the satyrs and they were about to drag away Tyrande from Malfurion,
but before they could, an arrow suddenly struck Xavius. Shandris Feathermoon, orphaned by
the war was found by Tyrande who kept her safe. She had kept a close eye on the priestess
and now came to her rescue. She shot another arrow at the satyr holding Malfurion and he
used the oppertunity to break free and fight for the one he loved. The war itself, the armies of night
elves and demons crashed over their site in the woods. The war flooded in causing complete mayhem and in this moment,
Xavius had one of his minions drag Tyrande towards the portal as he battled with the
one who had caused him so much suffering. Had delayed their plans time and time again and now was his chance for revenge.
He knew that Sargeras wanted Malfurion alive, but he’d figured that his brother and his beloved
would have to do...but Malfurion was no easy prey. In the end of their confrontation the young druid
unleashed a spell using the wooden broken bolt that was still stuck in Xavius’s shoulder.
From it, roots began to sprout, feeding from the Satyr’s very life fluids. He cried out in
fury, not pain, and his blazing hand touched the growing wood, seeking to burn it free.
Instead, the satyr only screamed again, for the roots were now so much intertwined with
his system that whever they felt, so, too, did Xavius. His claws turned gnarled, becoming
tiny branches with burgeoning leaves. The satyr’s horns spread out, growing into thick,
higher branches from which foliage then sprouted. Xavius was not so much becoming a tree- rather,
his body was providing Malfurion’s creation with the nutrients and building blocks to
make itself. “This will not end it between us, Malfurion
Stormrage”Xavius managed to cry. “This...will...not!”
And so Malfurion was able to turn Xavius, former counselor to queen azshara, first of
the satyr’s, into a tree...Let's just say that you don’t mess around with Malfurion’s loved ones. The
rest of the war of the ancients would play out, with the night elves and all those that
allied with them, being victorius. The portal used to bring the legion into the world was
turned on itself, reversing it and sending all the demons back to where they came from:
The well of eternity was out of control, sundering the land and making it look like we know it
today. This is not the end of Xavius’s story. He might be a tree, but his spirit
is still strong and he would soon find new, dark, powerful allies. however, that’s a
story I’ll save for next week where we’ll talk about the events of the novel Stormrage as well
as talk a little bit about what the future might hold. For now thank you very much for
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