Azeroth Trail of Light

Darkshore has always been such a quiet place.

It is like the only quiet corner in the noisy world. This is the only commercial port open to the outside world for the night elves. Under this eternal night, the night elves live peacefully here. It was like this tens of thousands of years ago. , and it is the same now.

The elves always like to lean against the windows facing the sea, playing the stories of the past with the lyre, singing songs, and savoring the beauty of time in their memories.

For the longevity race, memory, that is the real story.

"Rickold, dear, it's time to get up, the children are waiting for you to tell stories."

A gentle female elf with long white hair and pointed ears shook my arm vigorously, shaking me awake from my sleep. I opened my eyes and glanced at her.

Well, this is Daisy, my sister, a small child who never grew up, and although she is 350 years old, she is still a child.

I sat up from the bed with some difficulty, and coughed twice. The result of my adventures in the Plaguelands was that I could no longer pick up a weapon. The weakness took root in my body, and my fingers were still flexible. But it was no longer possible to use the dagger to accurately stab the target in front of him.

It is a blessing to be able to survive. If old Fording hadn't found the best priest in the Silver Hand, I might have returned to the embrace of the moon god. As for being able to return to my hometown and see Daisy's face , this is already the happiest thing.

But I also get what I want.

Wealth, a good life, and family affection that I have always neglected.

I thought I was helping old Fording's family reunite, but sitting on the boat back to Auberdine, I looked at the ocean, and my mind was full of Daisy's blurry face. Only then did I understand that he also taught I have many things.

I can't imagine if the story of Old Fording and Tyran happened to me and Daisy.

I should cherish my family relationship instead of letting time destroy it and bury it, so after returning to Auberdine, I brought Daisy back from the seminary in Darnassus and lived together in In my big new house.

To hell with faith, I want my loved ones by my side.

Great Elune would not care what an elf thinks, I'm sure of that.

Those crusader orbs brought me unimaginable wealth, so I used them to open a tavern, which is rare in Darkshore, and the elves like those fine wines sent from all over the world, so my business is still going on. good.

I call my tavern Love and Family, not a very nice name.

But I like it!

I hung a picture of Fording's family on the wall of the tavern. Many human captains recognized old Fording and wanted to collect that painting, but to hell with their gold coins.

Those are my treasures, I won't sell them, those are my memories.

As for Isenlien's relic, that expensive magic cane, I placed it in front of the bar, and everyone who saw it would ask me its name.

I call it "The Dying Repentance of a Wicked Man," and it always gets a lot of applause, especially from those who have heard the stories of Old Fording and Tyran.

I just knew that I had the talent to be a poet.

A group of night elf children are always pestering me to tell stories outside, and Daisy is one of them. I picked up my lyre with some helplessness, plucked the strings lightly, and said to those children,

"Today we will talk about the blue dragon in Winterspring, shall we?"

"don't want!"

"I've heard it all!"

"Rickold, we want to hear the story of the Marshal of Stormwind!"

"No, no, no! I want to hear the story about Lao Chen drinking with you!"

"I want to listen to the worms of Silithus!"

I scratched my head helplessly, then glanced at Daisy who was full of expectation,

"Well, then I'll tell you the story of how I found those jewels in Stratholme, shall I?"

So another beautiful night, another beautiful song.

And then another unforgettable story and memory.

The song floats in the sea breeze of the sea of ​​mist, heading for the distance, I hope it can reach the ears of those who love stories.

I am Rickold, a former night elf assassin, a rich man, a tavern owner, a younger sister's brother, and an old elf who loves to tell stories.

This is my story, do you like it?