Ages Long Past--Thienal's Story

( This will be a collection of stories, anecdotes, and shorts from Thienal's very long past and may have some ties into his present life if I come up with something that fits in both. This gives me something to do since I've been wanting to write about Thienal for a while, but haven't been able to get anything going. For most of his current life, he plays a supporting role (though sometimes a major supporting role) in other people's plots, but has little direction of his own to go in. I'm hoping that by writing down bits of his past, I can have inspiration for some forward direction for him. Thank you.

I will add rough dates in when I get the chance. )



Long ago  The buzzing sound caused the druid to look up sharply from his ministrations. The Sentinel laying before him also turned her head. Her wound, a nasty gash across her left leg, had mostly healed thanks to the druid's magic. But the buzzing heralded the arrival of several silithid crawing over the rise. He couldn't spend any more time healing her. Not unless they both wanted to become food for the Qiraji.  The druid stepped back and offered his arm to the Sentinel for support. She took it and climbed to her feet. She tested her wounded leg and found it healed enough to allow her to stand. Sentinel and druid exchanged a grim glance with each other, then looked back at the Qiraji on top of the rise.  &quot;There are too many for us to take alone,&quot; the Kaldorei woman muttered bleakly, raising her Moonglaive defensively, &quot;We will get overrun.&quot;  The druid's eyes narrowed. Such was always the way of the Qiraji. They attacked in swarms and numbers so great it was difficult to stand against them. Worse, the swarm stood between the two elves and their closest sanctuary. The druid glanced back over his shoulder. The mountains were not far off. And beyond the mountains, the crater. The beasts of the crater were fierce, but he could deal with them better than he could handle the Qiraji. His silver-eyed gaze turned back to the Sentinel, his face set in determination.  &quot;Then we will retreat,&quot; he said quietly.  &quot;We'll be cut off,&quot; she responded hastily, shifting her stance as the Qiraji on the ridge gathered for their assault.  &quot;We can always make our way back,&quot; the druid responded, &quot;We will be no help if we die here.&quot; <BR> <BR>He wrapped an arm around the Sentinel's shoulders and raised his other hand, extending it toward the swarm. He sent a silent request to the world, and the world responded. The air pressure changed abruptly and a strong wind surged through the expanse between the elves and the silithid. The furious wind picked up the sand and hurled it through the air, filling the desert with a thick haze and a dull roar. <BR> <BR>&quot;Quickly,&quot; he urged, taking the Sentinel by the arm and pulling her behind him. Despite her leg injury, she managed to keep up. She gritted her teeth in pain, though, a sign that she fought hard to keep up with him. The druid admired the woman's strength, but kept going. Ahead, the edge of the crater came closer and closer, yet it still seemed so far away. He couldn't hear any sounds of pursuit over the howling wind he summoned. He silently prayed to Elune that the sandstorm foiled and confused the Qiraji. He pleaded the goddess to let them reach the crater safely. Then, he thought no more and simply ran.</i>