Zaria R. Blackmoore

"We are not standard issue."

Lady  Zaria Reneigh Blackmoore (Born Zaria Perrington Reneigh, 15 December, 9 L.C.) is the current Matriarch of the Order of the Citrine Eagle; an order sworn to protect the pioneers seeking to hold stake in a new dawn for the Alterac Mountains. She is also well known for her long career as a Knight of the Silver Hand. With a well-versed background and the inheritor to the lands of the County of Blackmoore, Blackmoore has found relative success in her endeavors to rekindle the Alteraci spirit within those of her retinue. As a loyal supporter of the Grand Alliance, Blackmoore is best known for her service in campaigns such as the Siege of Orgrimmar, and the Conflict in Alterac Valley.

With a military career that began within the ranks of the Argent Crusade, Blackmoore soon departed from the neutral order to serve alongside her fellow humans within the Stormwind Army during the battle for Andorhal, Since then, Lady Blackmoore has earned numerous accolades for her service to the Grand Alliance, and the Kingdom of Stormwind for diligent medical services in key battles of the Fourth War. Having since turned her focus to her home in the Alterac Mountains, she has gained favor within the Stormpike Clan for offering the aid of her Order, the Citrine Eagle to aid in the long and costly battle; earning her and a few others aligned with her Stormpike Insignias to represent their allegiance to Alliance forces with similar goals in the region.

With her goals focused upon the Alterac Mountains and the ruined Kingdom of Alterac for the past few years, Lady Blackmoore has encountered relative success with the restoration and revitalization of the County of Blackmoore (once referred to as Telliway). One major success within the region has been the construction and fortification of a sizable portion of the once expansive Talongrab City.

=History =

Childhood
Born to Deborah Reneigh, an Alteraci triage nurse, and Matthew Blackmoore, a member of the House of Blackmoore, Zaria was preened, along with her twin sister Avirin Q. Reneigh to be the heir to the families wealth, should their parents expire.

Though, her and her sister were born at the unfortunate time of the Siege of Alterac after its betrayal to the Alliance of Lordaeron, meaning the family might have lived in turmoil a long time if not for their fathers Lordaeronian nobility status. With his known peerage of an entirely different nation, and the veiling of allegiances of the House of Reneigh, Matthew and Deborah were easily able to leave the newly destroyed Kingdom of Alterac before turmoil took the nation. They had predicted conditions in the North would only worsen with the sudden events, and after a long stay in the House of Blackmoore family home of Pineridge their father had chosen to move their family south to live within the walls of Stormwind City, where all was well for the time. This had occurred during Stormwind's bustling reconstruction phase. As Zaria was being preened to be one of the potential heirs to the family's holdings and wealth.

It was within Stormwind where her mother taught the tenets of the light, and where her father taught the twins the value of the Three Virtues. During this time Stormwind had been under heavy reconstruction by the Stonemason's Guild. The Blackmoore parents would do their best to censor their children from the riots and uprising, but the two children were too distracted by the horrors occurring outside their window. Deborah managed to sooth their minds and hearts with her trademark voice, making Zaria forever comfortable with her mothers songs.

Zaria's childhood was marred by this event however, and she and Avirin would begin to take advantage of the aftermath of the Stonemason Riots and upheavals in the city. As the Defias Brotherhood was forged, Zaria began to creep about the Elwynn Forest and peek in at their meetings. She always felt bad for them, and would bring them apples and snacks, completely oblivious to who they were and the atrocities they committed. No one in her family had found this out, however. Zaria today still doesn't realize she had made friends in the Brotherhood at an exceedingly young age. Lucky for her, she was never taken for ransom money.

Early on in her life, Zaria took a deep interest in her Mother's baking prowess, yes she was denied at every turn and attempt to get her mother's baking secrets from her. However, she would always watch closely and take mental notes. Deborah did let her stir, naturally. Overall, her childhood was rather tame and normal compared to most.

However, Avirin was quite rambunctious as a child, and started taking Zaria along on marvelous adventures within the City of Stormwind, as well as the Elwynn Forest. Though poor Avirin would be downtrodden with the neglect of their parents, as they had pampered Zaria to become the heir to their wealth, as she was older - by about two minutes. Avirin however didn't seem to mind for the time, the pair had too much fun together in childhood, although, this would prove to be the spark that would spur on Avirin into some tragic future events.

A lone gnome with green hair, one Avirin would seek to tease and taunt, calling him a 'Moss Beard', Of course the old gnome did not take to kindly at the constant teasing and poking of the two sisters, taking great offense even, chasing them down in an attempts to bring them to justice with their father. The pair had ran off, but the gnome was on hot pursuit. Though Avirin, tricky and devious in her young age had pulled the twins into a small hole within the side of a hill, waiting for the gnome to get close enough. - It was when he passed their plan would be enacted, Avirin had pulled him into the cave by the ankle and sent them both running, the gnome falling far behind, and they escaped.

The gnome of course would return to complain about Avirin, and this would be the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back with their father. Avirin would be punished, forced to work and learn constantly, sucking the spirits out of her, and turning her into the devoted hard worker she had become. Though, she felt entitled, deserving of something great for all these efforts, consistently memorizing scripture and learning the various accepted faiths. Sadly however, their parents did not fully recognize her efforts, regaling Zaria as their star child, which she was far from.

Adolescence
It would soon come to an impasse during their fifteenth birthday, the pair at a disconnect due to the little time they were allowed to spend with each other, reminiscing on the days of old before bed, but even that had become rare. But their fifteenth birthday would be the day Zaria would be rewarded for her efforts for the family - whatever they were. She'd receive the Blackmoore family armor, the set owned by her grandmother. Avirin had sought this out for herself however, but he received instead a blood garnet brooch which they proclaimed had - special properties. Avirin however, didn't believe this garnet meant a thing, and had chosen to leave the home in the dead of night, tired of their parent's preference towards Zaria.

Her sister had ran away in the middle of the night, nowhere to be found, and Zaria could do no less than blame herself. She soon decided that there was nothing left for her on Azeroth, her own sister having abandoned her. In the dead of night, she snuck away to take the Deeprun Tram, and trek up the mountain of Ironforge, to the best cliff she could find. However, with her feet halfway off the cliff face over the Brewfest grounds, and finally tipping over, Zaria would be grabbed by none other than Ballinda Dayglow, a Knight of the Silver Hand, and an adjunct of Tenacity who refused to allow Blackmoore to fall. And from that point, Ballinda had chosen to take the girl under her wing, and find her a new lease on life, in spite of her shortcomings and lack of devotion to the preservation of life, Ballinda sought to mold Zaria into a worthy paladin. Dayglow trained the girl harshly, and taught her to keep her chin up in the face of adversity. This is the woman who would teach her expertise in the art of halberds. A more deadly and effective weapon than a mace, although, much less like a paladin. Of course this pairing would be one near plagued with silence from the Knight, though the few words they shared brought them closer. Through many harsh lessons, painful punishment, blatant insults made to push her to her truest limits. Dame Zaria would arise from the ashes, no longer a girl, but of course, not as harsh as her teacher. At her knighting, by her own will, Dame Ballinda offered Zaria her own halberd, Echo. And with that, Dame Zaria P. Reneigh the Lighthearted was born, for her overly friendly mannerisms and kind-hearted nature, the latest Knight of the Silver Hand.

During her squiredom, Zaria received the opportunity to attend the Royal University of Stormwind, as her family was a noble house, and the University had accepted the nobles of other lands with their falling. She was encouraged to work towards a Mastery in Finance, and with it, co-founded and aided in the operation of the Trade District Bank. Ever wonder where that auction house fee went? Well, there's your answer.

The bank as of recent is under operation by Mister Perrington, Zaria's title of Chief Operating Officer is a recent development, but Mister Perrington still operates the entire bank as he is stubborn, and fears retirement. She graduated, and was Knighted prior to the events that started the War against the Lich King.

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Zaria quickly latched onto the idea of unity between the Silver Hand and the Argent Dawn promised by Tirion Fordring, becoming a Knight of the Argent Crusade for a brief time, participating in the conquering of the Crusaders' Pinnacle. At the dawning of the Argent Tournament, the Dame had received some dire news from home, a package from her father, which held a letter, which read: "Dearest Daughter,

I write you today on the date of August the third, year thirty of the Lotharian calendar to inform you with a heavy heart that Deborah has fallen to a sickness incurable. She wanted you to know that she loved you and Avirin both, and to not fret. She looks forward to your visit to her gravestone, so you may say your final goodbyes. She has also had me send this to you, her box of recipes that you kept trying to steal in your younger years. It is your turn to take them, and do with them what you will. Do take your time, and go with the light, my child."

- Love, Dad

The Dame's mother died while Zaria was on her expedition in Northrend, and she was quite crushed by the ordeal, but, enclosed in the package provided by her father was her mother's box of recipes. She had chosen to open a bake stand on the tournament grounds to provide the champions and spectators of the Argent Tournament with delicious baked goods, an homage to her mother. This is where she had found that apparent passion for baking. It was a confusing time as well, for she had developed a customer base with similar names Lysenna Vandire, and Lynnesta Val'kirn. Through both of them, fast friendships were formed. With Lynnesta, a common love of baking, though fledgling and minimal for them both. With great efforts on both of their parts, they divulged a wondrous and profound skill in the craft of baking.

However in light of her mother's death, a strikingly similar pair would take the Argent Crusade by storm during the war on the Lich King. But, neither of these two were actually even the same race. Lynnesta Val'kirn, a knight within the ranks of the Argent Crusade to aid against the Lich King, and aid in operations in the Argent Tournament would soon hit it off with Blackmoore, and, post mortem of Zaria's mother, Zaria would choose to confide the feelings of doubt and despair to Lynnesta.

But of course, Lynnesta had started off as a simple customer at Zaria's bake stand which she had opened after her mother's death in honor of her, who sought to delve into the arts of baking. And so began training to become the first Knight of the Oven. Zaria was a cruel teacher, reprimanding Lynnesta on her mistakes by making her eat the foods she truly ruined, be it burnt, or lacking enough flour. But Lynnesta thankfully was quick to catch on, and a wonderful distraction to Zaria's woes on her mother recently dying.

Together, they had something they could share, the baking recipes of Blackmoore's mother, which they would both slowly grasp onto, adopt, and edit in their own special ways to make them their own. Though Zaria did never actually explain as to why she chose to distract herself with baking. But soon that would all be revealed when she had attempted to go home on a month's leave and was swiftly declined. Falling into the arms of Lynnesta and explaining everything to her. How her mother had died, how she wanted to go home and say goodbye to her, the fact the box was the last item she had of her mother's. Which at the time may have been a tad too much for Lynnesta, but she handled the grieving Knight well, and, they could finally connect.

The joy of connecting with Lynnesta would thankfully be long realized, as they had both been shipped away from the tournament grounds together. Assigned to camp outside of Icecrown Citadel, along with the Knights of the Ebon Blade, and other Argent Crusaders.

The two had decided to be tricky and devious while camped out before the Citadel, their shared love of coffee spurring an idea. One where they would lace their coffee with a certain sedative and offer it to the other men and women at the encampment. This went off without a hitch, and for two days, the men and women promptly found themselves tucked in corners, just trying to 'Hold it in', as they had proclaimed.

Soon of course the war in Northrend would end with the death of the Lich King, and they would both go their separate ways. Zaria however chose to remain within the ranks of the Argent Crusade.

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After the war against the Lich King, Zaria was deployed back to the Western Plaguelands to Hearthglen to begin assisting the Argent Crusade and the Cenarion Druids in restoring the area to former glory. She had the privilege of seeing this come to pass, even noting they managed to purify the waters and restore the area of Uther's Tomb. She took great pride in this for a time, all until the Alliance-Horde war came to Andorhal.

Blackmoore heard of all the atrocities committed in the rebuilding town, and noted farmers from the Alliance were returning only to be either plagued or slaughtered by the Forsaken. This outraged Zaria, and led her to grow a distaste for the Argent Crusades inaction to the situation. This called for her departure, and re-entry into the Grand Alliance.

Upon her return, Zaria had the opportunity to see the world once again, however, after a slew of formal military training and retraining, Zaria was picked up by an "elite" squad of troops, and their leader, Sid, a Night Elf Druid, along with his crew of butt kickers. This group was known as the Nightstalkers. For most of the time, they all successfully fought against the Horde on the battlefield, and Zaria managed to earn several trophies and honors for her efforts, and a position as Knight-Lieutenant.

She met a lot of interesting people along the way. An assassin with a fixation for all things cheese, a cocky paladin who claimed himself to be unbeatable, and a druid woman whose hair was abnormally greasy.

However, this would all lead them to the siege of Wrymrest Temple, a place Zaria would aid in reclaiming the nearly felled temple while assisting the offensive against the stone giant Morchok and Kohcrom as someone on the front lines with a sword and shield, taking a good brunt of the hits. With their fall, she was put into combat with a Twilight Drake, alone, while her group had stayed behind due to an attack by some elementals provoked by a rogue named Argorock. She was crushed underfoot by the beast, breaking multiple bones and being dispatched from active duty for the rest of the campaign, as well as the Pandaria front.

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The venture to Pandaria was quite eventful for the Matriarch, even though she was forced to sit out on the Alliance's pay, and sent into a long vacation for her healing burns and crushed hips, she managed to venture out and explore the lands on her own. Meeting the locals of the Valley of the Four Winds, venturing through the Krasarang Wilds and stumbling upon a Tauren camp, where she quickly befriended them, and learned how to speak Taurahe to a moderate degree.

Along her trips across the various lands of the mystical and mysterious Pandaria, Zaria had come along an old friend, Miss Val'kirn would become a shining star in her life once more, and once again, the two would get to share a long bout of bonding in a cold region of the world, the two seemingly having a natural affinity to mountainous regions. They explored the summit together, and even had their first taste of Kafa together. Through their adventures the stumbled upon quite a good deal. Though, there was something missing, the one thing to make the trip worth it. A visit to the Temple of the White Tiger to regale the great Xuen, of course. There, a show of strength was needed to remain, and strength in unity they showed to the monks of the temple. Zaria had proved herself, and it seemed as if her wounds would no longer hinder her. And with this, her final adventure in Pandaria was complete, all until the Siege..

Upon the Siege of Orgrimmar, Zaria was fit enough to fight once more. Although she had considerable trouble because of the lack of spacing between the joints of her hips, she was able to offer the Alliance aid in the form of healing, once again alongside her compatriots of the Nightstalkers, she and her team were well and able to enter the city, but not without great costs. She was constantly sent to the back lines, the only one strong enough to drag the wounded and dying back outside to the medical tents. Thankfully a Tauren Druid by the name of Perrington was able to take her place on the battlefield, or supplement for her healing prowess in her absence. She had also met this druid during her ventures in the Krasarang Wilds, and became quite fond of him.

However, the strenuous activity of constantly dragging those unable to move back and forth took a great toll on former wounds. After the Siege of Orgrimmar, she was discharged honorably from the Grand Alliance Medical Society and Military. Having a reputable past, she earned various accolades for her service, and is now a veteran. But, she still seeks out ways to aid the Military indirectly, even funding her own force in support of the Grand Alliance.

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At the very beginning of the War against the Iron Horde, Blackmoore was restricted access into Grand Alliance Military functions and operations due to her considerable injuries wrought during and after the Siege of Orgrimmar. However, her eagerness and willingness to hear a new call and the horns of war was quickly satisfied not a few months into the debacle. The Nightstalker's had long since moved on to become a more inclusive neutral mercenary group, and Zaria sought no part in having a stake with them after the departure of most of the original members.

Zaria was quick to hear the call of her motherlands, joining the City-State of Alterac to aid in the defense of her birth lands. As a Knight of the Silver Hand, she was more than welcome to join Alterac's Order of the Citrine Eagle, an order of Alteraci paladins that was previously under the leadership of Gandic Morthain. Upon becoming apart of the City-State, she strives to prove to her Alteraci kin that she was more than worthy of a more prominent role within the City-State.

However, even with her entry into the City-State, it was mostly just an excuse to have access into the lands of Draenor, always searching for new opportunities to aid in the war effort. Her time would come in this matter during the Grand Alliance Invasion of Tanaan after her ascension to Highlord of the Citrine Eagle.

Countess of Blackmoore
Soon after joining the City-State of Alterac, Dame Blackmoore began fraternizing with a Miss Myriany Harrow, who was set to be the future Duchess of Gavenstead, a Duchy in Eastern Lordaeron.

Their friendship was quickly forged and trust between the two, and Almar MacEntire, the Duke of Gavenstead, even with Alterac's tensions with the Duchy. The MacEntire's were more than generous with Dame Blackmoore, offering to aid her in the reclamation of the ancestral lands of the House of Reneigh, known as the County of Dallidale. After the reclamation of the lands between Alterac and Lordaeron, Blackmoore renamed the holdings the County of Blackmoore in a show of family pride.

This loyalty to the MacEntire's brought about mistrust to the Upper Echelon of the City-State, and the new Countess was left under scrutiny for some time.

Under rule the County of Blackmoore has seen great improvements, and is one of the major breadbaskets to the City-State of Alterac. As an area just above the Uplands, it was the most accessible focal point for the trade of grains and farmed goods.

The Return of a Sister
Ten long years past, and the Blackmoore twins had drifted apart far too much, much to their regret and despair. Though, Avirin valiantly sought out her family once more at the age of twenty five, after a long career in the Grand Alliance military, a now decorated veteran. Though her return was not welcome by all, but, Zaria however was pleased, and quite ecstatic to see her sister yet again, never again did she need to despair over where her sister could be, because from the on, Avirin would be living in the confines of the Blackmoore Manor. Where, admittedly, Zaria would coddle her to no ends.

Their reunion quickly brought them to their father, who was rather irate with Avirin. But, in his beleaguered and drunken state was convinced to show compassion to his long lost daughter by Alverdo Blackmoore. Matthew, their father, then willingly accepted Avirin back into the family. Avirin now resides with Zaria in the confines of Blackmoore Manor.

A Growing Family
All seemed normal the day Zaria had met Allse Kerringer. Pleasantries were exchanged and they went about their business, Blackmoore vehemently supporting his running and upkeep of the Lone Wolf Inn. within the confines of Strahnbrad. However, all was not what it seemed to be.

A simple first meeting quickly tumbled into a loyal friendship, the first one since Blackmoore's shaken welcome into the City-State. It would be through their work together that the Kerringer family could survive and prosper.

Through this bond of friendship, Zaria was privileged to meet Allse's daughter, Whisper Kerringer, though, she would reveal to her that Whisper was not her real name, but an alias. The girls hit it off, Whisper finally having someone she can related to away from her family, feeling comfortable enough to reveal to Zaria that Whisper was involved with another woman, and was nervous that her parents would denounce the relationship. This was something Allse had admitted to already knowing, and it was up to Zaria to dispel the doubt in Whispers heart that she might be denounced by her parents. Through loving mentoring and guiding, Whisper learned her parents already knew of her ventures, and they all worked through it as if.. Zaria was family?

Though life was happy for the Kerringer's for a brief period, they soon found themselves at a bit of a standstill until - one day Whisper, her sister Leona, and Alex, Whispers companion went to relax in the Park. Zaria had of course made plans to visit the trio as she had never actually met Leona. On her way, the girls would be found unconscious, surrounded by a small band of common thugs set on defiling them, per say. The Matriarch fought with zeal and savagery and dispatched two of them, one turning tail and the last, tossed a smoke bomb that would knock the Matriarch out. She'd awaken some time later, near naked, the girls gone, the man looming over her. Until of course, Allse placed a bullet in the mans head. A relief, truly, but the pair needed to find his daughters. Following clues and footprints, as well as magical traces left by the men, they would find Leona and Alex tied up in a small home, though it would seem Whisper was going to be taken away. And of course, the head honcho of the small gang whisked Whisper away to a mysterious encampment, and once again, the hunt was on for Whisper!

On a fateful day in Westfall, after a long bout of following clues and the like, Zaria would come across a small encampment of these common thugs, and once again the fighting ensued. Though sadly, when running into a tent, Zaria would find Whisper in a state that would get this writer banned from the Wikia for describing. This tore Zaria's heart apart ass she felt powerless against the stronger man, an anti magic zone stealing her power from her as she was sent to fend the man off on her own. Of course the day would soon be saved by the Baroness Elenial De'Mont, who would charge in with no fear and dispatch the rapist.

Of course, this changed the entire dichotomy of the pairs relationship. A bond of friendship soon turning into one of family ties, and trust. The Kerringer Household seemed to welcome and trust Zaria more than any other, and this trust would not go unnoticed.

The Second Sister
Zaria, in her time serving under Alterac had come across many interesting characters. From the richest of nobles, the the most crass (although endearing) of corsairs. This one would be the latter. An'lyen Rosefeather, Captain of the Iron Wolf, and a mercenary of the Blackbird Company had found way to Strahnbrad along with the mercenary company that had harbored her to warn the Alteraci of the looming threat of what is now understood to be the Argus Wake.

Though this brought about some issue, and a contracting of the Blackbird Company, there was one among them not so prim and proper for this gathering. An'lyen, a half elf of Kul Tiras blood so kindly had tossed a tauren horn onto the dinner table as the representatives were eating, much to the distaste of everyone; aside from Zaria, who found the mannerisms quite endearing. It was the start of a fast friendship, one which would long last.

Through thick and thin the pair has stuck by each other, as Zaria and An'lyen were tasked with the long, uphill battle of finding An'lyen a lover. Of course, through multiple efforts, some heartbreak on the side of the half elf, and a wolf pup, An'lyen had finally found love with Zaria's twin sister, Avirin Q. Reneigh. Through their happy bond they have remained a pair for months.

With this occurrence, the pair sought to solidify their bond of friendship in blood and sisterhood. Zaria, being apprehensive at the idea at first soon cast aside her doubts, and swore a blood oath to An'lyen. The two were then considered sisters by blood oath.

Highlord of the Citrine Eagle
Countess Blackmoore had been a prominent part of the Order of the Citrine Eagle ever since her joining. But as time moved on, the once reliable Highlord Gandic Morthain began to shirk his duties and become distant from the order. She found that he was off far too busy having relations with his lover Jennifer Lioncrest, and was allowing the great order of Alteraci paladins to come to ruin under his command. In a decision by Kormed Wolfheart, Gandic was stripped of the title of Highlord, and the order went without a leader. With this news and without his title, Gandic Morthain chose to run off into the Alterac Mountains with his lover, irate with his loss of power.

Even with the distrust of the Countess in the City-State of Alterac, Kaiser Wolfheart had granted her the opportunity to lead the Order in a new beginning, claiming that the light shined upon her, and would bless her in her endeavors under the Order of the Citrine Eagle.

Under her control, the Order itself has been fully disbanded in favor of becoming an official chapter of the Silver Hand, under the Arch-chapter of Stormwind. This has offered the new Silver Hand Chapter the opportunity to participate in a continent spanning council known as The Court of Uther, and, the Chapter has been thriving.

The "War" on Gavenstead
The tensions between the City-State of Alterac and the Duke of Gavenstead, Almar MacEntire eventually came to an impasse once Blackmoore was dubbed Matriarch of the Citrine Eagle. Many attempts at peace and diplomacy were quickly overshadowed by the innate hatred Kormed Wolfheart felt for those of Lordaeron birth. While Lord MacEntire sought peace with the pretender king, the pretender would have none of it. War was on the horizon, and there was only two - one from each side, who could really tip the balance in ending hostilities between the factions. One of these people being Blackmoore, and her counterpart Sindorel Felclar II.

Together, these two would take on all they could to help create peace between the two competing factions. Their work with one another questioned by most, and near kept secret from the factions. Although, this nearly seemed hopeless, as both the Duke of Alterac, as well as Gavenstead were stubborn, and staunchly refused to work with one another. Though pride and nationalism took them both long enough for Gavenstead to fall to a massive wave of scourge (for some reason). It was with this that, a sad peace could be maintained, as the factions of Gavenstead were warring with one another, and it was by the blessings of Lord Felclar that Gavenstead was purged and purified. Though, there were looming threats in the Lords own holdings.

A long lasting curse upon his family members, long trapped within another realm of vile creatures and dark intent; and they were coming to take over the world. This again brought the Lord to plea for the aid of various sects, but his pleas sadly had gone unheard. And his lands were doomed to be sacked by these mysterious and mythical creatures. Many had fallen, sadly. And the aid from Zaria would hopefully not go unaccepted.

Zaria, in an attempts to protect and save the legacy of the people of the Manse, offered the Lord the chance to move his people from the coast of the Swamp of Sorrows, into the walls of Blackmoore, where they would be protected should his house, and his lands fall. The offer was taken, and numerous individuals sought refuge within the walls of the County of Blackmoore.

Duchess of the Ruins
As of recent, Countess Blackmoore has had her eyes set on lands north of her own, at the very end of the Thondroril River, in a valley deep within the northern mountains of Lordaeron. Astordale was once a proud farming nation, which like all provinces of Lordaeron fell to the Scourge. The former duchy had long since been populated by fleeing necromancers and thieves. This was the place where the massive waves of undead that conquered Gavenstead were created, the claiming of this lands was to ensure this threat would never come to pass again.

The Countess, with her own armies, a group of Alteraci volunteers, and the Stoneward Host all banded together in order to lay siege to the Duchies capital city of Hawkenforth, which was led to a swift victory. And thus, the Countess became the Duchess of Astordale on claim and conquer.

The Duchy of Astordale saw little to no success in re-population due to the focus on the Ousting of Kormed Wolfheart. As a result of this, the duchy is currently still in ruins and has yet to see rebuilding efforts. This is one of Blackmoore's less than talked about endeavors, and remains such due to her not wanting to take focus on it until the time comes where a proper reclamation can take place.

The Shade
On a fateful day the Matriarch was swept away mysteriously by some entity known as the Shade, a being of pure shadow, dead set on the suffering and pain of his victims. Luckily for the Matriarch, the Citrine Eagle caught on quickly from some tips from the pair vying for her love at the time, both receiving letters of her capture. It was a rather quick rescue, as the Citrine Eagle along with Ithalin Belados, Alverdo Blackmoore, Losaine Morningray, An'lyen Rosefeather, and Chrisana Rilke went scouring the globe to find the Matriarch, ultimately finding her in Feralas as she suffered from some internal bleeding, which, was quickly healed by her sister, Avirin Q. Reneigh.

Though the Shade was defeated for now, it would soon return, as it manifested into the body of a new host. This time a farmer in the Hillsbrad Foothills where he would strike at the Grand Cleric Losaine Morningray, who nearly died from the attacks, if not for the near severe over-exertion of the Matriarchs power, leaving her weakened for a time.

There was a long grace period of peace, and all was well. All until the evil cackles and threats began to emanate through the minds of those involved yet again. Once again would the Shade return, and once again antagonize the Grand Cleric, stealing away her children. Luckily for the Grand Cleric, Calwen Kerringer so graciously offered herself in exchange for her children, being taken by the Shade, and once again, the search was on for one of Zaria's kin.

The group of Allse Kerringer, Aeristani Vintel, Zaria R. Blackmoore, and her sister Avirin Q. Reneigh found Calwen Kerringer in a bunker in the Storm Peaks. Where a magi would break the bonds that kept her chained to a dark altar of blood and gore and, shadow magic. With Calwen's freedom came her own transition into a shade, her body marred and scarred as the transition was sudden and quick. The being of pure light, now nothing more than a being of shadow. It would take some time for Calwen to ever be willing to make the change back, with the stealing away to the Timeless Isle by Donovan Glypheye, and then, stealing the Matriarch and Allse Kerringer to the same place.

The idea was simple, fount power into one body, where the light energy could be properly spilled into the new shade, and replace it with light energy. Both Allse and Donovan would have Zaria be this fount of power, providing her with the mana pool she needed to properly push the shadows out of Calwen, and, in a brilliant display, the light she wielded turned silver for a time. Her hair also turned white from the overload of mana temporarily bleaching her features.

An Abrupt Return
All was well in the Blackmoore family house, and aside from Chester vanishing from the home, all was quite wonderful and, happy. All until the day Allse Kerringer decided to inform Zaria as to what was happening. The Shade had returned, according to him, and it had been sending assassins Zaria's way at a consistent basis, ad he was stopping them in their tracks. Once again it was time to act, but where would you find something so hidden in the shadows? Well, it has to come to you.

In his usual fashion, the Shade took to harming those Zaria proclaimed to love, this time, Leah Beaumont. This time, the Shade had a different plan, because Leah was like a sponge to shadow or 'easily corruptible' as he taunted the Matriarch with over and over again as he forced Zaria's lover to attack her. All the while, putting up a defensive only harmed someone who the Shade had taken hostage, Allse's daughter, Whisper. Whisper had somehow succumb to the Holy magics Zaria used on Leah to get the Shade out of her, and became a being who constantly combated with herself. Half shadow, and half light. Or, half Zaria, as Whisper continued to assume.

The same night, Allse had come to Blackmoore Manor to tell Zaria that Whisper and Leona were both captured by the Shade, and they were all send to the Bloodmyst Isle, along with Lona Deruse to go find the children. They would both be found, and after a hard fought battle, Whisper would be saved, but Leona, Allse's younger daughter was possessed by the Shade as Zaria got a successful strike on the being.

Time had passed, and Allse's daughter began to train - now learning how to dabble in what was dubbed a 'necessary' balance of Light and Shadow magics. The Shade had overtaken a part of Whisper's body, and she now needed to learn how to utilize it. As Lora did this, Zaria and Allse chose to venture out to find Allse's daughter, Leona, the one who was possessed by the shade.

She was found in Shadowmoon Valley, sitting atop a moonstone and siphoning the powers from within it. This wa made to be the final stand, and it truly was a battle to remember. The Shade made certain to possess Leona outright, using her as a weapon against Allse and Zaria - but the two proved stalwart. Ultimately, the Shade and Leona were captured and bound by chains of Light. But, as Zaria tried exorcising the corruption from Leona's body, she began to fade away.

A leap of faith needed to be taken - kill the girl, and kill a great evil, or keep her alive with the corruption seeping into her? Well, sadly this story would have great sacrifice. As Zaria purged the Shade forevermore, the girl would vanish into nothingness. Leona was gone.

But, they had finally killed the shade that haunted them, and the Kerringer's, and Zaria were free to live their lives in potential safety. But Zaria will never forget the final words of the Shade. "Next time, I will just kill you."

- The Shade

Ousting of the Wolf
With the Matriarch a now prominent part of the City-State, and a significant force in making the Silver Hand Chapter of Alterac strong, it was time to aid the City-State in endeavors more related to Alteraci interests. Her and the Citrine Eagle making the fateful decision to aid Kormed Wolfheart in quelling the rebellion of Katelyn Wolfheart.

The beginning was slow, starting with a duel between the wolf versus the champion of Katelyn. But this is merely where it had begun. The Kaiser chose to march on the Barony of Wolf's Maw. the stronghold of the rebels forces where he ordered the murder of all within the barony, women and children included, defending the order by claiming "Eggs produce spawn." And so it had begun, the Citrine Eagle refused the fight, and a duel between the Kaiser and the Champion ensued once more while the Citrine Eagle sought to protect those who were innocent within the town. Only to find those innocent already dead, their bodies marred and mangled.

These events spurred the Kaiser to be tried for war crimes, which would be postponed as he had gone to Tanaan Jungle alongside the Citrine Eagle and his own forces, but that was not enough to excuse himself apparently.

The day had came, the Imperial Diet. The Lawspeaker said the Kaiser was unfit to rule, and a republic would be formed. With little opposition the Assembly of Alterac was formed until the Kaiser had arrived late to the Diet, arguing that his position should be maintained. His requests denied and with a lack of reason, Kalliopi Lund had revealed the Kaiser had slain his former wife and his child, and, he did indeed confess to the crime.

The Matriarch did not cease to act upon this crime. With messages sent out far and wide, this was needed to be made known to the world, and preferably towards the Archbishop, and The Court of Uther. It began with his Knighthood, which she personally deemed him unworthy of possessing for the order to murder a child.The first trial was set, Saturday, the first of August, 35 L.C., and the Court of Uther Tribunal: Kormed Wolfheart went underway. This is where the Matriarchs efforts would begin. The Court of Uther saw it her way, the man being deemed unfit to hold his Knighthood.

Admittedly of course, this was a trying time for Zaria, this was very clearly not something she wanted to do, nearly abstaining her vote out of pity for Mister Wolfheart after a long conversation between the two so he could sway the voters.

The next part of her involvement in the ousting came in the trial against Toderick Stoneward, where it would be deemed if his actions against Mister Wolfheart would be deemed lawful or not. Nearly being forced onto the Grand Jury to judge the man's fate, she'd listen with open ears and objective thoughts alongside Mother Bronwynn Branson and Geranelm Syla. This trial would dictate the fate of all other titles held by Kormed Wolfheart.

The grand jury had decided, with all the information gathered that the actions of Toderick Stoneward were indeed lawful, and thus, the Wolfheart's titles were snuffed out in a flash. There has been no pleasure taken in this by Blackmoore, but of course, one must do what is right.

A Hero in an Eagle Guise
The ousting in fruition, and the people of Alterac in peril, Matriarch Blackmoore rallied what citizens remained within the borders of the City-State under the banners of the Citrine Eagle, which had become (once again) the occupying force of all government owned lands within Alterac.

She looked like a hero to those who knew her well, it seemed as if (so far) no one would contest her, and that everyone would rally behind her for the ousting of the wolf, something her and Lord Stoneward both unknowingly worked hand-in-hand in accomplishing. Perhaps they'd realize this in time.

It was time to depart for the Citrine Eagle, to break away from the Alteraci government. Some might contest this had little rhyme or reason, although, that was still to be debated. The Citrine Eagle was destined to be sovereign within the borders of Alterac, but with this move, once again, the Reformed Kingdom would become defunct.

Now the Citrine Eagle grows, pressing its advantage within the mountains to defend and serve as heroes in of the cold. Their exemplary work, while not boasted, has become a hallmark in the storied and dramatic history of the Alterac Mountains. Now, in the town of Strahnbrad, they encourage for the goodly folk of Alterac to stand at their side, to work hand in hand for the greater good, for there is strength in unity.

The Highlord, and the Scribe
With the Citrine Eagle a mere fledgling and autonomous order as Zaria Blackmoore had taken up the charge of Matriarch, it was apparent the new chapter needed the proper assets to make it what it had soon later become. Along came Yoes Andra, a woman clad in priestly robes with a book in hand. Zaria at the time had taken it upon herself to approach the woman with the inquiry of her work, and she had proclaimed she had lost touch with the Light some time ago. Here was her chance for redemption, but of course not in some profound way. Zaria had offered the woman a chance to rekindle her faith, and a place to house the thirty-seven orphans under her stead. Yoes agreed, and quickly hit it off with the other members of the Chapter. A simple woman with a book in one hand, and a wine glass in the other.

Though their friendship didn't spark immediately, as Zaria had come to the assumption she was invading the Matrons space at the time, it would now seem that presumption was silly at best. It would also be noted at the time Yoes was afflicted with a bad knee, and needed a cane to walk most everywhere.

Zaria had taken note of the woman's love of books, and offered her the position of transcriber to the order, to notate Low Court and other significant events. As well as write documents. A simple and humble beginning to something superb.

It would truly be a long while before these two truly sparked, a relationship almost nearly pure business, or once again, so Zaria thought. She offered the woman home and hearth, which was accepted, and had at best coddled Yoes unwittingly, but as to why - well no one could really tell. The Orphan Matron almost felt spoiled by the Matriarch, in her selflessness saying she was undeserving of such praise, but of course, that never stopped our Matriarch. Though sometimes, Yoes would near equate this to being treated like a child. How could the truth come out after that? That Zaria did all she could - because she was head over heels for someone she knew little about, the one she was most curious about. The humble, the motherly, she simply found this appealing and enrapturing to say the least.

It would soon be found - the level of trust the Matriarch sought with most of her Eagles, though this connection would prove to be much different than the rest. Zaria learned much of Yoes, her past, the home she had sought refuge in after the plague was deployed on Southshore. The stories of her mother and father and those they were employed under, especially her Mother. For her mother's portrait hung in the old home they had visited, with a child in arms. It could only be one person, Yoes. The ordeal had wrought the pair with despair and sympathy on the Matriarchs part. Who would leave someone's side after revealing such information? Who could shrug them away like they are nothing? Well, it would seem Zaria could not. Though, Zaria will always regret missing the multiple assaults on Yoes on the steps of the Cathedral of Light, her getting pushed down them... a lot.

The pair found love and - all that mushy gushy stuff that it came with. They were and still are near inseparable, when Zaria manages to set the time aside. Yoes, understanding Yoes still stands by her as an equal partner, and a outstandingly marvelous love. Zaria holds regrets for not being able to see her as much but alas, a grievance she has not yet expressed. Yoes soon gave into Blackmoore's pleas to seek out training as a paladin, and with such, Yoes had accepted the charge, replacing her robes with plate, and becoming squired under Kavid "Slick" McTash. Zaria continues to support Yoes' efforts, and the chastity stuff.

But their flourishing love would not last. Not because of hatreds or disagreements, but a failure to protect Yoes when she needed Zaria most. Yoes died to a gunshot within the region of the Eastvale Logging Camp, and Zaria wholly regrets her decision to be blinded by her own thoughts to be there by her side in Yoes' greatest time of need. This event marked a great challenge for her to overcome, and swore her to duty to her order as penance for her mistakes.

Taking on a Squire
With the Citrine Eagle in full swing, Highlord Blackmoore's days became busy - and monotonous. Momma Boss Ladies world doomed to the endless jive, a certain groovy chick would appear from the universe to bless Momma Boss Lady with her pure - awesome and everlasting funk. Her name is Ekaterine Crystalrose, but she is called Kat because she is a Kat. "Mreow!" This tubular chick met up with our Momma Boss Lady at a crackling bonfire in the Grizzly Hills. This chick had some spunk, and Zaria could tell. That same bangin' bodacious chick would soon sign into and join the Citrine Eagle to serve Alterac, and that's when everyone's world was flipped topsy turvy.

It was this groovy chick who has since shown Zaria life can go on without groovin' to the jive beats, and listenin' to those square birds. To just strut your stuff like the bodacious babe she OBVIOUSLY is.

Though, the teen Blackmoore had met was seeking something greater for herself, to become a Knight of the Silver Hand. But the present Highlord was uncertain about the girl to say the least. Her free spirit was heartening, but it proved a risk in maintaining virtue. Zaria however, chose to take the plunge, and appoint this woman as her very first Squire, and the first Squire of The Citrine Eagle. The Highlord oversaw each and every trial the girl partook in, and taught her how to humble herself.

However, this pairing was quite the peculiar one. Ekaterine maintained her rather youthful demeanour, making her abrasive when she was disciplined. When times were tough, the 'Black Kat' spawned, causing Ekaterine to become - angsty and totally deep; at least from what Blackmoore read in her black book of goth poems. Blackmoore sometimes feared she even coddled her Squire from time to time; but this doubt was diminished when Kat presented the fact she sought to be more professional, when she was closer to becoming a Knight.

With no doubts in her mind, Blackmoore chose to have the ceremony done, and through there connection - Zaria dubbed Ekaterine Dame Ekaterine the Groovy. The first Knight of the Silver Hand to be sworn in fully from aspirancy in the Citrine Eagle - setting the stage for a generation of Alteraci Paladins

New Family, and a New Future
Zaria had not thought much of her mother, long since having accepted her death - but that does not mean her memories would not come back to instill Zaria with some old knowledge. Matthew Blackmoore, Zaria's father had sent over many boxes of her mother's old relics, keepsakes and memories. These were items Zaria had never seen, but she wanted to sift through them - as it would take to long, and by a twist of fate Kaldea Crystalrose volunteered to aid her.

But it was indeed a twist of fate, as the two scanned through the items, Kaldea came across a picture book. She recognized one of the children, who was one of Deborah's brothers. The further Kaldea delved, the more she learned about Zaria's quartet of uncles. Benwell, Sheldon, Jethro, and Devon.

After scanning through various documents and files in the boxes, Kaldea and Zaria managed to find the link between the black haired man who had caught Kaldea's eye, and her suspicions. A letter was in the box, addressed to Zaria's mother detailing how one of her brothers had fled to Lordaeron after conflict, and had rising in rank in Lordaeron's military - and now had a wife, and a daughter. That daughter was Kaldea

Zaria had a new cousin, even if she was a bastard out of wedlock, she still shared a bit of Zaria's blood, and she will cherish her as such, as family.

A New Purpose
With the latest campaign against the Knights of Perenolde, Blackmoore has taken a liking to the new splinter faction, adamant in supporting their place in the Alterac Mountains as they struggle to make a name for themselves. As the Citrine Eagle pushed for the ousting of Nathaniel Halliway, Zaria suddenly began to feel a new sense of purpose within her own order.

Though, she was the victim of bad planning, entrusting a new recruit with the most important task of collecting information after handing over Johanna Welkes to the Knights. This however did not go well, as the new recruit was a worgen, and failed to control his rage. This introduced a potential new menace to the Citrine Eagle in the near future, and Zaria quietly blames herself for this.

However, with the great success in the sacking of Dal'enah, the Knights of Perenolde's main fortress, the splinter faction of Knights maintained their name, but worked under a new purpose. Zaria seeks to support this new order in Alterac, but is still uncertain if they had done the right thing. Savagery had won the day in the sacking of the Fortress, and Zaria will never forget that. She was given an honorary position as a Knight of Perenolde, an honor she will never forsake.

The Sword and the Soul
Loss, a thing that plagued the Citrine Eagle endlessly, and something the Matriarch needed to learn to find acceptance in. Every death is blood on her hands, and it is up to her to make the right decisions for the well-being of the Order. But, with the death of Bonveron, the game suddenly changed. A will, and through his loyal service to Zaria, the knight of Acherus willed his runeblade to Blackmoore. It was a generic scourge classed runeblade, and one that would drive a normal person mad with considerable swiftness. With such knowledge, Zaria decided to lock the sword away for a time, but still wanted to honor the name of an old friend.

After a discussion with Sir Shindo Malphur, the pair spoke about an anvil within the fallen city of Stratholme which was able to aid in cleansing the corruption from the blade, so that she would be better able to use the weapon. It was an opportunity that was too good to pass up, but a party would be needed to enter the city to operate and cleanse the blade safely. It would take some time, but with the combined efforts of Sir Shindo, Horacea Agnelli, Sylvia Dawnblade, and Lona Triton, the team made their way into the ever burning city.

As predicted, the group came across a myriad of undead, as well as a small trio of Scarlet Crusaders who felt the great and awful powers of the weapon Zaria chose to use in the endeavor, and Bonveron's blade would taunt them for the entire journey. The screaming and thoughts of doubt that penetrated their minds with the power of the blade was near insurmountable but - in contrast to the gruesome thoughts of death and doubt, the City itself was oddly quiet, this only furthered the groups apprehension.

Entering the chamber in which the holy forge was located revealed a dark and terrible secret, a necromancer of the Cult of the Damned sought to corrupt the forge for his own nefarious purpose, and trapped the adventurer's within by summoning the restless dead that laid in the grounds on the outskirts of the forge. The battle was great, be even through the doubts that crossed the minds and the evils that plagued them from the powers of the blade, they persevered. With their combined might, and fortitude, the killing blow on the necromancer was dealt by Dame Sylvia, and Shindo was able to press on with the purification of the blade.

Even with the great powers within the blade, purifying it was quite the ordeal. It was a quest to free their friend from the sword he was trapped inside for all eternity, and the party would imbue their powers into Shindo's blacksmith hammer, purging and cleansing Bonveron's soul, and freeing him from the blade. With the blade purified, Zaria could hold a weapon of great power in homage to an old friend, gone but not forgotten. In relation to the original wielder of this blade, the party agreed to simply name this weapon of great power "Devotion", in homage to Bonveron's great devotion to the family he died for.

Rise of the Legion [[File:Legion-Logo-Small.png]]
A world in turmoil, and an oncoming march of the Burning Legion, Blackmoore found herself at a bit of an impasse. With the Hillsbrad Foothills under a constant invasion, Zaria decided that the Citrine Eagle would assist the Alliance Coalition within the confines of Aerie Peak, a staging ground to assist with the invasion upon Hillsbrad. Fighting for the home front with the Alliance at her back was comforting, but the oncoming tide was near unbeatable. She and the Eagles were tossed around the world on a continental hop between Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms to combat the Legion on multiple fronts.

However, even with the Legions return, Zaria felt no fear when attempting to profess love to he Paradigm of Respect of the Citrine Eagle - Horacea Agnelli. The pairs bond had been blossoming for a time prior, but in the face of death, they realized as a unit they would survive. Each one had a similar dream in mind, and they sought to fight for it. They were now apart of a great bond, and Zaria was ready to do her best to keep that maintained; fearing that her own position might keep her away from Horacea.

Blackmoore and the Eagle's were soon deployed towards Dalaran, which had been under siege for about a weeks time. And, after the discovery of a great artifact that could bring down Dalaran in the region, the Alliance was quick to act in countering this great threat. early all losing their lives in combat with a Demon Hunter who was aboard one of the legion warp ships. And from here, the Citrine Eagle could finally go home. In this turbulent time, Zaria led the charge for the Eagles, and did her best to properly delegate tasks but - even that proved less than fruitful.

The Broken Isles
The Legions comes, and to counter the Burning Legion, the heroes of Azeroth begun their search for the Pillars of Creation. With this knowledge, Lady Blackmoore beckoned the Citrine Eagle to move along with the Alliance to aid in the finding of these relics. However, with Greymane's war against the Forsaken in Stormheim, many of the Order sought to assist him in his charge alongside the Gilneas Brigade. Now, the Matriarch takes a journey to Stormheim, having heard of the Vrykul in the area, she takes great interest in their practices and culture.

Stormheim
Having arrived in Stormheim, Zaria and the Eagle's were quick to befriend a straggling Vrykul Mystic that had guided them in the direction of Greywatch after assisting in the clearing of the Citrine Bay. Zaria however, once arriving to Greywatch, followed Lona Triton into the region of Skold-Ashil along with others for the sake of trying to befriend the shieldmaidens on the day of Brewfest. The interaction with them began with mistrust, and then followed by Zaria presenting her best fighters available for a duel against the shieldmaidens. However, Zaria taunted the leader of these maidens, insisting she win a duel to earn herself one of the war bears the warriors were riding, as she had left her own mount behind.

The leader, later known as Astrid retorted by insisting only real warriors rode bears, and Zaria would have to prove her strength against Astrid in a duel of honor. The Matriarch was quick to accept, and even managed to hold her own in a brief but furious duel, all until an explosion detonated in the camp.

Vrykul women fell, and they began to accuse the Eagles of sabotage, but they were quit to retort and warn the Vrykul women of the Forsaken in the region, and identified the gases from the detonation as the Forsaken Blight. Soon enough, a squadron of deathguards arrived to do battle with the shieldmaidens, unaware of the Eagle's presence. Quick to go into action to earn their trust, the leader of these Forsaken was slain by birds of the forest dropping her from the skies.

With newfound admiration for the Eagles, Astrid complimented the Eagles on their valor and might, and even rewarded Zaria with her bear, which she named "Olga". But befriending the Vrykul was far from a paltry task. Being invited into Astrid's home, Zaria began to befriend the leader of these shieldmaidens. They spoke of many things, the Forsaken, Helya, and Zaria found a newfound admiration for the deity of these Vrykul known as Eyir.

However, Zaria had her own agenda to fulfill, noting around the region of Skold-Ashil there were powerful orbs that emitted a strong holy presence, Zaria inquired about obtaining one, and was quickly granted one with surprisingly little question. What purpose was this orb for? The reforging of Zaria's libram. Now with the tools she needed, she was able to start the formation whenever she wished.

Binding the New Libram
All the tools she could need were within her grasp. Four Symbols of the Ancient Kings, Spirit Dusts from an enchanted pick of Pandaria, holy water from Stratholme, and the orb she had received from Astrid the night before. Several items of great power, and all for her tome. The Matriarch's dream of being able to summon a pure being of the Light might finally get to be realized, and she was eager to take the chance.

The hour after an expedition with the Eagle's, Zaria stole her partner Horacea Agnelli away in the night back to the town of Skold-Ashil, a place blessed by the Lights purity with its proximity to the Temple of Eyir, and this is where Zaria had set her sights.

Entering the great halls was likely something she would never be able to do again, so her and Horacea did their best to relish the moment as they entered a temple of great legend among the Vrykul people. Her time there would be brief, so their work would need to begin quickly.

The old and worn libram was set in the center of the large platform, and the tools she needed were all placed in or around the tome. The four symbols took to the cover of the large text, and the waters and dust used as an offering for their entry. With their powers combined - Zaria and Horacea began to bind the tome in a temple of valor.

The ritual to reforge her tome almost proved to be deadly. The great forces of the lights purity, and the amplification of power from the symbols nearly made the torrent of light in the temple blinding as the tome was bound together, the symbols empowered and fused into the tome, and the light of Eyir embraced the new relic. But this great power offered something - unexpected.

As the tome flew into the palm of the Matriarch's hand, the powers imbued within her for the briefest stint, and herself ascended to a being near-akin to that of a Val'kyr, but only for a few quick seconds before returning to her normal form. It was a perplexing experience, but one that was only once in a lifetime. This result worried her greatly, and the night after in a bout of combat holding her now overcharged tome, something went amiss.

A small sprite-like creature made of nothing but the lights purity broke free from the cover of the tome in the mist of combat against a Kvaldir, in the shape of a small Val'kyr with hyperactive tendencies. Knowing little of what it might have been, and stupefied by the display in combat that this small entity presented, Zaria began to look for answers as to how she could come across this sprite living in her libram again, assuming it came to be with the tools she used to empower the tome primarily being tools of Eyir.

The Littlest Guardian
Curiosity taking her, she simply needed to keep the small manifestation of the Light in her presence long enough to speak with it, whatever it may be. On a night alone with Horacea Agnelli after a mission was completed, the pair wandered off alone with Zaria's libram in tow, set on summoning the small infantile Val'kyr into their midst once more. It wasn't a daunting task however. The Libram always seemed to rumble with a great untapped power these days, perhaps it was just the eager manifestation looking to be free from the tome.

But it wouldn't take long to unleash the powers held within the Libram. All it took was Zaria opening the book, and from its pages, the small angel-like figure shot forth and fluttered around the pair at a breakneck pace. If not for Horacea's quick actions in trapping the small figure in a shell of Light, the image may have returned to the tome. The feisty little image did its best to escape its new prison but, to no avail.

However, the little figure soon calmed down as its gaze caught witness to her creators. The once wiry and hyperactive figure seemed to smile at the pair, even waving at them as if she knew them both. The tide of the interaction soon changed, and Zaria got to speak with this - manifestation of the Light. To Zaria's disappointment, she learned her months of work in empowering her tome to summon one of the few Guardian's of the Ancient Kings culminated into - this tiny figure before them. But, if the Light's will was for her to help train the littlest guardian, she would take the charge in stride. However, keeping the guardian out for a prolonged period brought Zaria great stress as the figure began to siphon the energies of the Light from her after a certain point, being unable to maintain itself. The "guardians" name was Svipul, and alongside Svipul and the rest of the Eagles, Zaria now had the tools she needed to combat the Forsaken in Stormheim.

In the Shadows of Valor
An offensive against the Forsaken began with a coalition of the Grand Alliance headed by Berenal Grayblade known as the Shadows of Valor Conflict. And in the Shadows of Valor, Zaria would not bode all too well in the battles to come, falling victim to several accidents throughout the campaign.

Attempting to board a Horde ship - she met her match by a much larger and stronger Orcish veteran who put up a grand battle against the Matriarch. The pair managed to fight for nearly an hour without any signs of wear on one-another. However, as the battle raged on and the Alliance were being forced off of the ship, Zaria made the mistake of showing the Orc into a table, giving him leverage to knock her down, and with a slam of his weapon on her helm, she passed out.

In the next instance of her failures was during a duel of honor funded by the Valajar in which the Alliance and Horde needed to prove their mettle to the Vrykul. Zaria was put up against a Tauren that - dressed just like her? It fascinated her that they both could don such similar armor, and in this duel of honor, using her limited knowledge of Tauren language, she began to speak to this Tauren. From there, it was much less of a duel of rivalry, as much as it was the pair testing one-another. The battle was fierce, and they both took advantage of openings presented during their chats to make the other reel in pain. However, Algrubel found an attack of opportunity, and used his great strength to send Zaria flying backwards, and nearly knocking her out. But since the Tauren didn't aim to kill, he nodded to her, and limped away with the grievous wounds he has also suffered. In spite of Zaria's loss, the Alliance as a whole proved victorious that night.

Between that night, and the next, the Valajar offered each faction their blessing if they could fund a champion worthy of the blessings of the Stormforged, the guardians of Odyn. With Zaria's injuries, she chose to stay out of the duels, and came across two very familiar figures cheering on their comrades. It was Algrubel, and the Orc whom had knocked her out on the ship. With little apprehension due to the lot of them being watched by the Valajar, she stood beside them while observing the duels along with her beloved.

In a twist of fate, the pair whom had beaten her in fair battles both complimented her on her fighting prowess with their limited knowledge of common, and she did the same. Her and Algrubel however began to share their backgrounds, and the reasons they fight - as she had then learned he was a soldier of the Kor'kron Legion. In spite of this, she knew he wanted to rekindle the old respect the Kor'kron had among the Horde until their betrayal at Orgrimmar, aligning themselves with Garrosh. She understood the plight, and found a new respect for the two warriors who had defeated her in battle.

She exited the campaign feeling victorious, in spite of the Alliance loss. In the shadows of valor, virtue won the day, and Zaria found newfound respect for her foes.

To Helheim and Back
With the defeat to the Horde in Stormheim, and the increasing tensions between the Vrykul and the members of the Alliance, Zaria was eager to get the Eagles invested in a great last ditch effort to prove themselves to their Vrykul allies. Having joined with a small clan of one survivor of a tragedy in Morheim, Zaria sought to bring him great honor by doing great deeds with the Eagles last few days in Stormheim. Being thrust into a hopeless assault near an abandoned town overtaken by the Kvaldir, and a band of mystics that sought to banish the unworthy to the depths of Helheim, Zaria and the Eagles were brought low, and overwhelmed by the forces that sprung free from the mists. Zaria, along with several others were sent into the depths of Helheim.

Though most of the Eagles banished to these forgotten depths would meet with one-another in short order to begin the quest to escape from the area, Zaria found herself in a rather precarious position within the depths of Hel. Thrust into the Eternal Battlefield, Zaria was a ways away from the Eagles she had been sent to Helheim with, and was forced to fight on her own every waking moment she was present within the depths of Helheim. As a capable warrior, and faithful supplicant to the Light's graces, Zaria was well and able to bring her foes low within the Eternal Battlefield. So dominated and thrived there -- as nary a fallen or unworthy Vrykul could seem to bring her low.

Though, in her struggle within the eternal battlefield, she found herself meeting a precarious figure within the depths of the fight, a fallen Val'kyr that loomed over the battlefield, and she sought to challenge it herself. Bold as her wishes might be, the hapless Matriarch tossed a great hammer of Light the way of the fallen Val'kyr, and she was thoroughly dragged out of the Eternal Battlefield to enact honorable combat with the fallen Val'kyr. Having never thought she would ever square up to such a creature of legend, she did not relent in her charge, and sought to free the fallen Val'kyr from her...unfortunate state. She learned much of this Val'kyr; that her name was Turid, that she sought out great power in a manner similar to that of the Templar, and that her quest for power fooled Turid into bending a knee to the Sea Witch. Though with faith on Zaria's side, she endured against this once great warrior, and in a show of honor, the pair stood down against one-another. From there-on, Turid played a small role in helping the Eagles escape the depths of Helheim, and for her actions to aid the lost heroes, was able to ascend to rejoin her ascended sisters.

Having left Helheim a hero, and aid in redeeming a fallen Val'kyr, Zaria's time within Stormheim thereafter was short lived, as the Eagles were forced away after the Shadows of Valor Conflict and were driven to Highmountain.

Pilgrim's Bounty Nightmare
". . .With some prodding, I met with Lady Blackmoore and Dame Crystalrose. The rest, as they say, is history. Tonight, I offer my thanks to Lady Blackmoore, for not only all the good she does, but for, perhaps, saving my very life. Now, I nominate her to come up and speak. And do be kind, dear, and tell everyone how talented I am."

- Adler Dufaud

In the midst of Pilgrim's Bounty, Blackmoore had the chance to spend time with friends and family in the region of Thunder Totem. However when there was calls for toasts, she was rather astonished at the amount of them that had some sort of dedication to her. She was a tad inebriated, so she tried to chalk it up to others trying to suck up to the boss lady. However, even though she was a bit touched, she would not get the chance to thank everyone after the festivities, for a Feltotem assault on the area caused great havoc in Thunder Totem. She, along with Issabeia Heartsong, Vivian Tapp, Clara Ashton, and Cathlin Whitlock were stolen away by the Feltotem to be sacrificed for a horrible ritual.

The group was locked into cages within the Feltotem encampment which bordered the Chieftain Burial Grounds of Highmountain. There they all learned they were to be used for a ritual to help empower the Legion presence within the region. With her hands bound together by ropes, she was living her worst fears. The exact situation Blackmoore feared the most was upon her, as she was no longer in control of her own actions. For the duration of the imprisonment, she did her best to remain quiet to not attract attention to herself, but tried to remain confident that they would all be saved - since it was neigh impossible to escape otherwise. She did not care about herself being saved, and mostly worried for the others otherwise.

The Citrine Eagle and The Radiant Vigil had come to the rescue of the captives as quickly as they could, but sadly for Zaria and Issabeia Heartsong, it was too late for them. The pair was dragged off into a cave bordering the encampment as they were chosen to be the first sacrificed. Hope waned, but Zaria's persistence and hope kept her heartened that the Light will save her.

The next night, the group quickly came to her and Mother Heartsong's rescue just before their sacrifice. Zaria thereafter spent a week in recovery, and soon after the Eagle's as a whole returned home on temporary leave.

Returning Home
The Citrine Homecoming was not quite as eventful as it should have been, nor was it intended to be. After being put to the test within the Order's expeditions of Stormheim and Highmountain, most including the Matriarch were worse for wear, and needed time to lick their wounds from the aftermath of the venture. A short break was had that allowed Blackmoore to conduct some inner reflection. Having met with Marcus Banes DeBray to discuss offering aid to help liberate the then Barony of Kent from ravenous cultists and finding a great boon in the work and progress they had made in Alterac. Now adding several capable men and women to the Eagle's retinue from a merging of forces with the Brotherhood of Clemency, all seemed to be well, for now at least.

Though all was too good to be true, for as the Eagles remained within Alterac for a short time in preparation to move back to the Isles to fight the Burning Legion, the many perils of Alterac made themselves much more apparent. In a surprise assault, Talongrab was taken and occupied by a group of former corsairs who had taken control of a few, weaponized zeppelins from the Goblin Cartels. While this onset panic within the fortress, and discord among the citizens - Zaria did her best to remain calm as the Eagles worked out a means to remove the oppressors from the area without stirring their wrath. And in doing so in a matter of a few weeks, the Eagles scoured the globe to find the groups leader to ensure such an event would never occur in Alterac again. (wip)

= The Flock =

The members of the Flock are those who have impacted Lady Blackmoore's life in a more all-encompassing manner that greatly impacted her personality.

Bonds Forged by Trust and Flame
A man of the Flock. One of the -first- men of the flock. The night of the downfall of the City-State, this man signed on to the Order under its original rendition of the Alterac Chapter of the Silver Hand. A man of his own accord, a true revolutionary, Halyhk Stanbridge came to find his place in the order as a mere partisan. For his faith was not only in the Holy Light, but also the shadows that cast where it was not present, and the flame. A firesworn Knight. What some might consider a heretic but, he had -great- potential. He was also quick to get the Matriarchs attention, introducing her to his lands of Kasia within the lands of Stranglethorn Vale. All of it was quite impressive. Even if the Lord-Captains claim to the lands may have been illegitimate. He sought to become a member of the Stormwind House of Nobles, and was swiftly declined.

His actions after? Well, they were all quite questionable to a member of the Grand Alliance. Seceding Kasia from the crown, offering the Forsaken a haven within his lands to revisit their families. But as always, he remained dedicated to the Citrine Eagle. Introducing them to a clutch of Netherwing Drake eggs, one of which Zaria cared for, a violet Netherwing named Halnaku.

It was lightly found strange that this man was even allowed within the Order to begin with, with these actions. But he was more sane than half the populous of Stormwind. Dedicated, virtuous as any in hos own regard. His actions were admittedly admired by the Matriarch for being so - revolutionary.

Though, sadly, his disdain for the modern Church of the Holy Light brought him to depart formally from the Order. Though, he will -forever- be known to the flock as a true example of a Citrine Eagle.

A Tale of Light and Shadow
In a world of mistrust and conflict between the light faring folk, there was but one to break away from the shadows of blind zealotry and misguided hatreds. The one who is and always will be strong of will, and (partially) sound of mind. An Alchemist, or a 'Grand Apothecary', thrown out by the Army of the Truthful for creating something equivalent to the plague. So sinister, so devious. Yet, it was hard to tell at a glance. Sweet as can be and - frankly a dorky looking girl. Leah Beaumont appears from the nothingness and turns herself in to the mercy of the Church of the Holy Light. She was not set to die of course, they needed her for information, using her penance to their advantage - almost. She would be held in the Cathedral of Light, and Matriarch Blackmoore would never know a bit about her - if not for the letter.

A letter sent asking for confession from a woman she had not even beheld in her life. But, Matriarch Blackmoore was a welcoming one, allowing her to confess to her Leah's secrets, some of which she still does not know. She learned of the Blight Leah had created and how it killed hundreds, she learned of the time spent in the Army of the Truthful, and the punishment she had received. She had entered Zaria's home seeking to repent, yet the confession would go unfinished. Still it proceeds - in its own special way. But the pair, they trusted each other. Leah became keen to the Matriarchs kindness rather quickly, keeping Leah close for her own well being.

She wished the best for the woman, and by the approbation of Alonsus Secundus, Leah was allowed to stay with Matriarch Blackmoore within the confines of Blackmoore Manor, as Zaria's protégé of sorts. Though, it is only a question of what more lies in store for the pair. Both simply clicking, slowly tearing away their fake persona's and revealing themselves, the emotional, teary-eyed selves they seem to be.

Lady Blackmoore has also offered Leah a province within the County of Blackmoore, preening her for greatness. The great person Zaria knows she already is.

Adversity is what this pair has faced. Adversity has been what has kept them together hand in hand since a debacle with Leah being a former member of the Army of the Truthful. Together they sat and pushed through an overblown political decision in Alterac, each supporting each other to what seemed like the bitter end. If course, they still may have many challenges to face, but, no matter was, a love that has blossomed has yet to wilt, and it looks as if it never will.

Though of course there is still much for the pair to do, to see, to fix. Regardless they work together to better themselves and the nation they willingly serve. Zaria being the guiding hand Leah needs to better herself, and vice versa.

So far, they have nearly seen the world together, aside from their blatant lack of visits to Kalimdor, other than their one trip to Hyjal to attend a wedding. There is something about them that Zaria finds rather special in their relationship. She, however, cannot quite pinpoint what that certain thing is. Honesty, integrity, though touched with a bit of occasional distance between the two. Zaria, is actually rather happy with how things are going in this relationship, and it seems like it shall be her last, for it will be her eternity.

And, still, even after all this time, the pair still faces their own sets of challenges, though they are not the same as before. Much more tailored to handling problems, working matters out as a proper unit and, taking things on like a real family. As of recent, the pair had approached Rubinah, a Draenei of the Te'Amun in regards to adopting a child. They know little of what will become of these tests to determine whether or not they are worthy of raising their own child, but they are competent they will be deemed worthy by the orphan matron in due time. Leah is also working her way into formally joining the Citrine Eagle, and Zaria looks forward to her advancement in the order, and in herself.

The Quest to Auchindoun
Since Leah currently has set her sights on learning from the Soulbinders or the Te'Amun, she was tasked with a mission to prove her worth and make her eligible to enter the sacred halls of Auchindoun. Justicar Epilvik assigned Leah to find an old hologram depicting the imagery of Velen, which was lost during the raid on the Black Temple. Leah, needing some help along the way thought it was time for her and Zaria to go on an epic journey, together.

It all started in Shattrath City, where pair decided this journey was made to be taken on foot, all the way through the Terokkar forest. They had some, neat little adventures along the way, to say the least. Confronting a band of brothers who stole draenic artifacts for a living, and only finding out after one of the men was departed they had long since turned away from the Shadow Council, and simply sought to maintain their livelihood. While this was a failed chance to redeem two men, they both graciously accepted their deaths after the honorable battle, preferring to die, sadly.

The next leg of the journey brought them to the Allerian Stronghold, and although this trip there was brief, Zaria and Leah got to meet one of Zaria's childhood friends, Zanarial Dayglow. While Leah didn't take too kindly to this woman, or trust her in the slightest, this woman spunk and quick wit managed to make them a bit, happier, to say the least. She also helped them by providing them with a checkpoint on their journey, and enchanting their portal stones to take them to the Stronghold, so long as they uttered the name of the location.

Their next trip to Outland would be their last of course, finding Zanarial and having her offer up finger sandwiches to prepare them for the journey, and they were off! Trekking though Shadowmoon Valley swiftly, finding a few altercations with Fel Guard, as well as some Illidari Demon Hunters. Ultimately, they could not actually enter the Black Temple, and wouldn't risk it. Scouting out the outskirts of the area, they found a trove of old treasures, gold, gems, and most importantly, the hologram they sought! Bringing it home after causing quite a stir, they now await the chance to give this artifact to the Draenei.

The True Mother of the Flock
Philiope Ladimore, a woman of the cloth, and a Mother of the Citrine Eagle. Long has the Matriarch known her, since the days of the City-State, but little did they speak until the inception of The Citrine Eagle. Always soft spoken and kind, this woman has proven to be a guiding hand in all of Zaria's emotions, almost toying with them like an instrument if she so wished, and it all started with a necklace.

A smooth stone necklace, the stone that dangled from the chain blue, and it looked rather simple. But of course, simplicity was only a veil for what the necklace truly revealed. The power to return memories. Cherished memories of happy times that long lingered in the back of Zaria's mind. A vision of her birth mother came to her, and brought the Matriarch to tears. Philiope was devoted of course to furthering this memory. She wanted Zaria to actually -see- her mother again, in the form of a vision, naturally. Weeks passed and the Mother toiled and struggled to piece together to materials to make this dream come to pass. But soon, she would have done it. A ritual was held in the Twilight's Grove within Duskwood, a moonwell utilized to channel the essence of the vision, and various other magics Zaria still does not understand, but of course, she would finally get to see her mother. Deborah Reneigh. She would only be there for a short time of course. A few words were exchanged as the Matriarch held regrets for not contacting er sister prior to the event. But her mother reassured her that she forgave the pair for - all the nothing they did wrong, ironically enough.

Soon the vision of her mother would depart, and it was revealed that Philiope had expended too much power into the ritual. Old spells that kept her looking young soon vanished with the use of her power, and her skin aged, turning her comparably weaker. It was up to Zaria and the gang to help her restore her power, and the quest began to save Mother Ladimore!

Epolto'eras, Sha'tar
A Matriarch stood tall among her accomplishments, and an order so fair, it was missing but a few things. But, Blackmoore couldn't quite figure out what it might be. Her kin had shown utmost devotion but, there was just a single piece of the puzzle missing.

She came from nowhere, Zaria hadn't even had the privilege of being in attendance at her induction ceremony. Vindicator Lunsetaa, a draenei, something completely out of the ordinary for an order of Alteraci supporters. But, now was a better time than ever to provide the benefit of the doubt. There was no apprehension upon meeting this woman. A draenei woman who stood much taller than Zaria, she was admittedly a bit intimidated by her. But of course, she seemed kind enough, and had also chosen to bring along her long-time friend Vakeer into the order, who has also proven himself worthy under the Light. But, it took this pair some time to mesh, admittedly.

How would a human forge something in common with a draenei? It would all start with long fought battles, and small campaigns within the Citrine Eagle, one of which had caused the Vindicator to become injured. Of course, it was a good time to act, some time off for the order as they celebrated their accomplishments, and Zaria had taken an interest in learning of Lunsetaa's past, figuring a woman of over 8,000 years of age had some tales to tell! And this would all begin in a bar, the Pig and Whistle Tavern, to be exact. As the pair walked in, a waiter caught them entering - and assumed they were on a date. Of course, this man sought to push them together, which almost seemed silly, as they were just there to chat! It was the start of something new of course, regardless of the waiters coaxing. It was a good start, to simply talk together about the past. But of course, the Matriarch still felt Lunsetaa was holding back, if not just a bit.

Soon after their meeting, they had time to discuss squiring Vakeer to Lunsetaa, and set the basis for Lunsetaa and Vakeer to declare new Vindicators within the order. But, of course, turmoil took to the mountains yet again, a small scale situation, some of the men and women who dwell in the mountain passes going, a bit crazy, attacking each other. This investigation found Lunsetaa and Zaria looking into the situation together, which had proven to be a terrible idea, as they near met their deaths, if not for their savior, his Highness, Chester, who had ended the life of a woman attacking the Matriarch. Still of course, the investigation continued, leading to Lunsetaa eventually getting shot in the knee, an ordeal which physically rocked the Matriarch as the woman needed to be tended back to health. Zaria offered her home, and Lunsetaa accepted, and she had become a more known resident of the Blackmoore Manor.

Today, Lunsetaa has seen much of the Citrine Eagles upsides, as well as its misgivings, and still she braves losing her life multiple times within the order. But of course, these actions have not gone unnoticed by Zaria, who now has plans for her future within the Order. A true Champion, Lunsetaa is, even if she has yet to realize it.

Father of the Flock
The first man to stand alongside the Matriarch and forever solidified the foundations for The Citrine Eagle. A deceivingly simple man with simple goals, Kavid McTash, stepping up to the Citrine banner, where Zaria would meet him, along with his latest companion, Elenora. The month of June was certainly a big month for Sir Kavid it was seem, so many new beginnings, perhaps it was his month for change. They became fast partners in work, though their moments together have been limited. They see each other as family, even looking past the mistakes and detriments of old. Though sadly they've not had the true connection that she has found with the rest of the Flock. She holds a deep respect for him and his resolute outlook on virtue, and revels in the fact that he is the Justicar of the order, the Father of the Flock.

One fateful day, this, strange disconnect they had between each other abruptly changed. On a pilgrimage from Stormwind to Uther's Tomb, the pair had taken note that - they don't quite talk as much as a friend should. It was either merely business, or Zaria stealing Kavid's children for a few hours, only for him to find they gained weight.

The same night, after the Knighting of Athena Kielsh, the pair wandered off, with the simple goal of getting to know each other.It, like always, was a bit awkward, as they had known each other so long, and worked with each other, but at least now they could say they actually knew each other, to a degree. Their weaknesses, opinions, tales of the past, talk of their teachers. She was actually, quite shocked to say the least with what he had to say, and hopes she can speak with him more in the future, more like family, and establish a real connection with the McTash family.

= Personality =

Zaria is a benevolent person, even if she always holds up a commanding presence among her peers. She takes on the embodiment of a leader so others don't need to, but it is hard to tell what virtue she exemplified as a Squire. Zaria does her best to live her life by the guidelines of the Three Virtues and this has forged her personality.

Zaria is much less of an inquisitive mind as she used to be, but that does not mean she lacks a good deal of curiosity when she meets someone, or sees something new. She possesses an open mind to new ideologies, and is careful to observe the practices of others so that she may offer her respects to those practices. Her kind heart is normally obscured by the obligation to command her forces, but sometimes her own personal feelings slip.

Her current personality greatly contrasts the old perky and happy-go-lucky personality she used to possess. Now that she needs to present herself as a respectable leader, she makes every effort to do so. This however does not stop her humor from being consistently dry.

Religious Views
Blackmoore was raised by a predominantly light-faring family. While her mother and father vehemently pushed virtue and scripture on her. However, after leaving home to fight alongside the Argent Crusade, she would adopt a much more relaxed faith of the light. Still promoting virtue and the good values instilled by the teachings of the Church of the Holy Light. Although, this faith would forever be unfaltering.

Blackmoore also has a tendency to be religiously tolerant, be it respect towards Titan worshipers, members of the Cult of Belore, or otherwise, Zaria Blackmoore promotes the expression of free faith, even within her chapter of the Silver Hand by incorporating a policy within ascension of Knighthood to learn about a faith differing from the orthodox teachings of the Holy Light. She believes that all faiths - while they worship differing deities, all can relate in some semblance to one another.

However, it is stated Zaria is fundamentally opposed to the promotion and practice of Necromancy. Morally, and in practice, she believes it to be unjust, including, but not exclusive to the plight of the Forsaken.

The House of Blackmoore has also quietly supported men and women of the Scarlet Crusade since the orders inception, while not Scarlet herself. They have shown continued support for rehabilitating or re-surging Scarlet orders that wander the grounds of Stormwind City.

The Seven Kingdoms
Blackmoore places the fate of humanity well before allegiance to any Kingdom in particular. While she rallies for support within the Alterac Mountains, and her order represents interests of the defunct Kingdom of Alterac, her efforts are an extension of seeing humanity extend across the Eastern Kingdoms as it once nearly had. Her allegiance to her home within Alterac is strengthened by the legacy left by the great tribesman that were once ruled by Ignaeus Trollbane, and reveres the warrior spirit of the first humans to be labeled Alteraci. She yearns to emulate their tenacity through her own flock, and her own actions. Her efforts to protect and serve humanity are to emulate and honor the late General Hath, a hero of the Second War after Alterac's treachery.

With Alteraci blood tied to the Kingdom of Stromgarde, her respect for the legacy of the Trollbane line extends to them, and their plight with their fallen Kingdom. wip

Neutral Organizations
Being a former member of the Argent Crusade, she never thought much on the idea of neutrality as a political stance. She viewed her service as the work of the good, so her thoughts on the matter did not extend far past that ideal. Zaria does still hold a great respect for those who seek to fight under unified banners that are not divided by faction.

In spite of this, in recent times she has found herself questioning orders that solely base themselves off of the concept of neutrality. She views these groups as activists of unity, rather than neutral parties. Many times she has had the displeasure of witnessing these groups use their affiliation to try to allow races of the Horde into Stormwind City, and she finds this to be unsavory due to the fact that there is still a war being fought. She also often wonders why many of these upstart neutral groups never venture to Orgrimmar, or cities of the Horde.

The Horde
In her youth, Zaria did her best to find respect for everything that was living and sentient. During her time in the Argent Crusade, she tended to treat everyone in a similar cheerful manner, and had little to know opinions on the Horde. She only saw the Horde as another adversary against the Lich King. This attitude remained until she was sent to the Western Plaguelands and learned about the atrocities being committed in the battleground of Andorhal. Taken aback by the Crusades inaction, Zaria took to the Alliance, and grew a newfound ire for the Forsaken who sought to raise others into undeath for their own agenda.

Her gripes about the Horde in essence all stem from the actions of the Forsaken. She does not see their need for expansion as justified, and believes they impede upon the rights of living men and women. But also believes this is to fulfill the agenda of Sylvanas to keep herself alive and in power; which means she holds pity in her heart for the Forsaken as a whole.

As for the rest of the Horde - she has a wavering respect for the union they had managed to forge. In spite of their stance against the Alliance, she sees them as a band who stick together against all odds to survive in the harsh situation they were placed in. This goes so far as her having an optimistic trust of Tauren, and (while never expressed) Blood Elves. In spite of this trust, she maintains a distant stance on Blood Elves populating Stormwind.

= Criticism of Blackmoore =

Ever since her entry into the City-State of Alterac, Blackmoore often came under fire for several instances of declaring neutrality in conflicts. Most notable being the City-State's war with Gavenstead, and the Alonsus-Stromheart confrontations within Stormwind. She has been declared indecisive and a slight ditz when kept under pressure.

In the beginnings of the rise of the Citrine Eagle and the Ousting of Kormed Wolfheart, Blackmoore was met with great praises of her feat from the people of the South, and the Grand Alliance. However, a few Alteraci orders deemed her and the Eagle's as common usurpers who deposed their leader.

Long since after Lady Blackmoore came under fire for an instance with the Army of the Truthful, where she and several members of the Assembly of Alterac voted to allow a Scarlet place of worship to be constructed in Alterac City, as well as a pagan altar. The Church of the Holy Light was quick to act as they garnered Grand Alliance support to invade Alterac. This is when Zaria realized the Church had so much sway on secular matters it could be deemed corrupt. The only way the military would spring into action against Alterac is if the Order of Everstill were to fight. Everstill however would only spring to action as the will of Alonsus Secundus. However his Holiness placed lives and diplomacy before military action, and chose not to take advantage of this fact, and a peace was garnered — as well as good tidings among Alterac and the Church once more.

Ever since the incident, Blackmoore and The Citrine Eagle have chosen to seclude their business to the confines of the Alterac Mountains, which has also received harsh criticism by outsiders, even if the Citrine Eagle is always available to offer direct assistance upon request. Along with this, people have made mention to Blackmoore that she possesses great difficulty in delegating powers to others.

= Physical Description = Zaria looked to be rather welcoming at first glance. A perpetual smile crossed maroon painted lips as the optimistic woman walked with a strong and confident stride. Her skin was tan and maintained a healthy glow; its color contrasting directly with her dirty blonde hair which was grown out, and held back in a ponytail. The locks of hair not tied in the ponytail were simply tucked away behind her right rear, which make her hair part from the left side.

Most of her facial features were soft and womanly, a rounded nose with a slightly longer bridge, as well as a moderately rounded chin. But her jawline was rather defined in its curvature leading towards the bend towards her ear, but it was hardly prominent. As a matter of fact, her face was a bit on the thin side. Her eyes while large were often now ever-so slightly lidded to express a perpetual calmness about the woman.

Her body was clearly strong and made for physical labor. A slender torso was complimented by a humble bust which sometimes would be jutted out with her chest as she stood tall. But her slender waist flared out into a pair of larger hips and thicker thighs, apparently that's where all the weight went. And for the most part, this area was partially defined.

Along the bends in her right arm there were a myriad of varicose veins that ran up her arm and slowly dissipated into her arm at around her bicep, as well as red marks and scars from old gashes and wounds. However there was nearly never an instance now where her right arm was not wrapped in some sort of gauze. Beneath that lies a series of small fissures in the woman's skin glowing with the power of the light that crawl up her forearm, ending at the bend in her arm.

She would always stand tall in some sort of forced fashion, all the clothing and outfits she wore seemed to hold something behind them to keep her posture straight. But sometimes when she is in regular apparel, her left shoulder dips slightly compared to the right.

Armor
Held atop her head in battle, the infamous eagle guise. Worn to show patriotism to mother Alterac, and to her order, The Citrine Eagle. A layered plate helm that is adorned with small ribbed portions to resemble the scaled plate over the rest of the armor. The eyes glow an eerie vermilion, as do the outlines along the mouth guard. The only revealed portion of her face is her chin and lips, veiled by a light shade depending on the lighting. A large citrine gem sat on the forehead of the helm, but it was dim.

The woman's tabard was a less than opulent adornment for her attire, more so erring on the side of practical. A thick layered black trim bordered a clean citrine field that stood as the backdrop to the Alteraci crest her tabard bore proudly upon it. However instead of the traditional falcon that represented Alterac, it was now depicted as an eagle. A few insignia's were tightly pinned onto the tabard; one representing the Silver Fist of Tyr, another a simple Eagle's head in bronze, and finally a Stormpike Insignia beneath the two.

Most of her armor however was clay color, made up of scaled plate armor that rattled as she moved. The pauldrons were unreasonably ornate, and large gems of citrine sat encrusted within. A few were shattered and chipped, a grim reminder of the conflicts of old, and beyond. A gift from an old friend that she either lacked the time - or the funds to maintain, but more likely the former. The plated scales along the pauldrons ran into a layered set of under-pauldrons that could be separated from the other piece for cleaning and repairs. The gauntlets were also adorned with these gems, but the one on the right side was actually a button.

The greaves of the armor were layered, only accentuating Blackmoore's thick set thighs. Small plates lined each gap between these layers and contrasted with the regular brownish plate. The sabatons connected to this were also bulky, equipped with knee and shin guards. These are what clattered when Blackmoore walked.

Finally, a cloak rested on her back, clasped to her pauldrons. This long cloak was thick for the cold weather of the Alterac Mountains. Like her tabard it held a thick black trim. The crest of Alterac also decorated the cloak. For some reason, this cloak was also easily caught up in the wind.

Devotion
Presently, the Matriarch totes about a sword and board to do combat with. The blade, dubbed Devotion is the purified runeblade of a fallen presumed fallen Eagle known as Bonveron. The weapon is easily held in one hand by herself, but to the gnome who once held the blade, it sufficed as a proper two-handed weapon.

On the pommel of the blade is a small depiction of a skull, a regular attribute to most death knight runeblades. However, encrusted within the eye sockets of this tiny stone skull were two shining citrine gems that flickered in broad daylight. The hilt of the weapon was wrapped in a sanguine wrapping which choked slightly up the guard, and the guard itself resembled an axe with the small metal spikes protruding from each side.

The blade itself was broad, and notably shorter than a standard two-handed weapon. However, it is also longer than a regular one-handed weapon. The blade itself was a peculiar sight. The metal of the blade was dark and foreboding, but along each flat held runes that glowed in several vibrant colors which ran up the blade, and wrapped the blade in a torrent of power.

Shattered Sun Crest
Regularly wielded along with Devotion, this crest of the Shattered Sun Offensive is a loaned armament from Ballinda Dayglow for use on the Broken Isles. The crest is in the shape of the crest of the Shattered Sun, a winged helm. Adorning the forehead of this helm was a small gem that glimmered vibrantly. However it seemed as if this shield had seen better days.Many chunks of the shield were clearly hacked away, and scratches marred into the reinforced wooden shield were clearly glossed and painted over.

Echo
Zaria carries a large halberd, one she decided to name Echo, as when it clatters against steel or stone, the weapon echoes and reverberates like a proper tuning fork. A shorter halberd, its haft reinforced with bands of truesteel, and the exposed bits of the haft were wrapped in a red cloth, torn and frayed from overuse, wear, and tear.

The wedge of the halberd held a pair of small shields upon it, wielded in some manner as to protect the blade that adorned the weapon from being chopped away. The blade itself? Shaped almost like an axe, aside from the gap between blade and haft, perfect for disarming an unprepared opponent. Atop the halberd, a sharpened blade, stained with blood.

Chained to her right side is a large libram which cloaked and clattered against her plated thigh, and is considered apart of her arsenal.

= Companions, and Items of Note =

Chester the Alterac Brew Pup
Chester is the newest and most faithful companion to Lady Blackmoore, and is the test bed to one of her newest projects to provide the Grand Alliance with appropriate and convenient forms of relaying messages through a relatively secure field.

Chester himself is merely a young pup, though an aspiring rescue dog who excels in rescue work, tracking, message delivery, light lifting and medical service. He is also the mascot for the Adopt-A-Pet campaigns. This faithful companion has so far succeeded in delivering messages to various high ranking individuals with a proposal of the adopt a pup program that is soon to be funded by the Alterac Chapter, and Chester is the current figurehead of the noble cause. With his slobbery mouth and big puppy eyes, the project already appears to be promising, and has proven this.

Since the Matriarch's reformation of the Citrine Eagle, Chester has stood by her through thick and thin. He remains a fixture in Zaria's life and family.

Olga
Olga is the newest mount in Zaria's collection. This fierce Bear was granted to her by a head of the Valajar Aspirants near the temple of Skold-Ashil in thanks for assisting against an attack by the Forsaken against the area, which was dutifully thwarted.

Olga is a brown bear bred to assist her master in battle, as many Vrykul bear mounts are. The sigil of a warrior is impressed into the fur of her left shoulder blade, and her fur along her back and the top of her head has a strange grey color, unlike the rest of her fur.

In light of Zaria being unable to bring her steed Rose to the Broken Isles, Olga serves as the mount of someone deemed a true warrior among the aspirants of the Valajar - as well as (for now) a respected ally to the local Vrykul battle maidens. However in her ventures around the Isle's, Zaria's steed would die without her being able to go home to help her. Olga had returned to Alterac with the Eagles. However the bear remained homesick, and with such Zaria sent Olga back to the Shieldmaiden's so the Mother Bear could thrive at home and function as the Matriarch's mount while she was present on the Broken Isle's.

The pair remain in good tidings with one another, and while connected by a warriors spirit, Zaria knows Olga's place is not in Alterac.

Bjomolf
Bjomolf is a former war hound that was being raised to fight against the combined forces of the Grand Alliance and the Horde during the Siege of Orgrimmar campaign. Kept chained to his masters side at all times, the hound was bred and trained specifically to target healers and dispatch them from combat. However in a turn of events when Bjomolf was sent towards Zaria, she barely managed to best the beast as her war party fought back a group of Kor'kron Legionnaires. Rather than dispatching the wolf, she tried using the Light to soothe the beast, and make it much more docile.

By choice, Zaria had never tried to use the large and hulking bear of a wolf as a mount. For a few years, Bjomolf was kept safe within the stables of Blackmoore Manor. But such a life is not satisfactory for a hound who was bred to be a champion. With the Matriarch without a proper mount, this wolf was quick to present them self as an eager servant -- at least until Blackmoore can find a more reliable mount. She remains wary of the wolfs aggressive nature. She does however hope to find loyalty in the wolf that she had passivized so long ago.

The wolf it self nearly resembles a large bear in size and shape. Even after years away from combat, this hound retains a considerable amount of muscle that was covered up by clean grey fur. A snarl holds upon its expression as a long gash clips from its nose towards its mouth. However hints of its pedigree were apparent in the large canines that stuck out from the beasts gaping maw, and their cleanliness was only a bonus of the privileged life it has lived since its capture. Sharp claws decorate large paws that create massive footprints in their wake.

When armored, Bjomolf wears reinforced leather along the top of his head, with small flares upwards to emulate some more imposing spikes that once adorned the armor. His ankles are kept strapped in fur lined leathers, reinforced with some metal bracers. For the most part however, this set very closely resembled the Kor'kron armor most worgs were equipped with by Garrosh's forces. The one signifying factor of the wolfs affiliation is merely the metal shields covering the top of its hind legs, inscribed within them were the crest of the Citrine Eagle.

Zaria's Libram
Chained to Blackmoore's left side is her rather sizable libram, Written in cohesion with her mentor, Ballinda Dayglow, Zaria has owned this libram for ten years, and began writing inside of it from the beginning of her path towards becoming a Knight of the Silver Hand. The book itself holds an ornately decorated covers, with a small, rounded citrine gem held in the center of the text, and looking closely into the gem, the symbol of the Silver Hand can be found. The most important parts of the book are labeled with small green cloth bookmarks. On the back of the book is a strap to hold the book, and a lock holds the book closed.Inside of the book, a multitude of writings can be found, some by Zaria, some written by Ballinda, but for the most part, many runes decorate the outlines of every page, and have been utilized in holy spell-casting in a pinch. The last few pages are anecdotes from the Knight, and her Mentor.

The Libram is well utilized by the Matriarch, as she had begin using it as a conduit to channel her powers through, and focus her own powers into specific traits. Corresponding runes within the book - when channeled, offer a boon of various traits. Speed, strength, and focus only being three of these. When one of the runes is cast, an inscription is drawn beneath the Highlord in a ring surrounding her.

The Blackmoore Baking Box™
Always held in Zaria's pack, the Blackmoore Baking Box has become a standard of the House of Blackmoore, at least on Zaria's behalf. As the name entails, the box is used to store the various confections the Highlord seeks to distribute to the masses to sate the hunger for confections dribbling with sugar and chocolate.

This box is now new and improved since the Feast of Winter Veil. A new box was provided by Braelyn Arianith, now enchanted to constantly keep the box, and the contents inside, fresh and warm. = Titles and Styles =

The official style of the Highlord in common is Lady Zaria Blackmoore. The official style as nobility is Her Grace, Duchess Zaria Blackmoore.

Her full title, rarely used is:

Her Grace, Dame Zaria Blackmoore the Lighthearted, Matriarch of the Citrine Eagle, Duchess of Astordale, Countess of Blackmoore, and Knight of the Silver Hand.

Titles
· Matriarch of the Citrine Eagle · Duchess of Astordale · Countess of Blackmoore · Knight of the Silver Hand · Knight of the Citrine Eagle · Knight of the Iron Hills · Chief Operating Officer of Trade District Bank · The Lighthearted ·

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= Quotes =

"We strive for better days, yet some fail to see those better days will come if they chose to better themselves first."

- Commonly spoken in multiple interpretations on multiple occasions.

"Some might say Paladins are not made to do the work of priests, but is it not our compassionate actions that separate us from the average person? Does the Tome of Divinity clearly state this, or has everyone forgotten? Good will, charity, should be something everyone partakes in, just because we are trained for war, doesn't mean we are only useful in battle."

- Speaking with her Squire of the time, Alizea Elmont.

"As a paladin, we are more than the hammers of the church. We are sound minds, empathetic hearts, and can do so much more than swing a weapon."

- Speaking to her Squire at the time, Ekaterine Crystalrose.

"I occasionally look at some of those who claim to be of Alterac blood - primarily the aristocracy, and those who try to claim the area as their own. They all seem so, weak, compared to Ignaeus the Trollbanes likeness. They pride themselves on pomp and circumstance, and not their heritage."

- In a conversation with Sylvia Ashwood.

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Musical Influences
This section is more for fun, and it might be some songs the writer enjoys, rather than stuff that actually represents Zaria as a character, but, it's worth a shot!
 * Shakey Graves - The Perfect Parts (Main Theme)
 * Ukulele - Quand vient l'amour (Comes Love) (Zaria and Avirin Theme)
 * Ukulele - Love Rest - Gracie Terzian (Zaria and Leah Theme)
 * Caffine (Coffee Theme)

Voice Reference
Zaria sounds similar to Grand Marshal Julianne Tremblade