Shendla Silvertongue

Personality
=History=

First War
Born in 591 K.C., Shendla was but a babe when the First War struck--ignorant to the life which fate was about to lay before her. She comes from humble beginnings, the third and last daughter of Melyse and Derian Tryphosa, who themselves were humble farmers. The family was large, with seven children, and countless relatives scattered throughout all of Elwynn Forest. And all had gathered that fateful night to celebrate Shendla's first birthday as the youngest born to the Tryphosa family.

The first wave of orcish raiding parties swept over their farm shortly after nightfall; the only warning the Tryphosa family had was the howling, like wolves in the dead of night, sending them into a panicked confusion. As Melyse and the other women were gathering up the children, about to hustle them into the cellar below the floorboards of the den, the windows shattered, lit torches thrown inside.

The house quickly caught fire, and while the men attempted to keep the flames at bay with blankets and water, the women ushered the children out into the night, away from the inferno raging indoors.

The orcs were waiting for them, and the slaughter was quick and brutal, sending women and children into scattering flocks like frightened geese. Those who survived the initial bloodbath fled into the surrounding forest, hoping for refuge in the dark of night. They were purused by the eerie cries of the orcs. Melyse was one such who ran with wild abandon, clutching her baby Shendla close to her breast.

As she came upon the road leading to the City, the fire of her home was a stark contrast against the night-sky, thick plumes of dark grey silhouetted by flames. There were other raids this night, other farms adding their own light to the dark. Screams filled the air, testament to the slaughtering of simple village folk and farmers.

It was with a heavy heart that Melyse turned her back on family and farm and fled instead toward Stormwind City, praying for the safety of her husband and children. There was nothing else for her to do--to go back would mean certain death for her and Shendla, but it hurt all the same, and while Melyse lives to this day, she does so wrapped in a cloak of eternal mourning, the light of laughter gone from her eyes.