The Traitor's Exile was a theatrical play written by the Bard's College of Darnassus and patroned by Warden Melyria Starstrike. It was performed for a number of Kaldorei orphans.
The Traitor's Exile[]
Narrator: For hundreds of years the Great Tree stood and held dominion as the crown of the new Kaldorei way of life. However there were those who would destroy this peace. The Highborne, those who summoned the demons to this land, were given a boon of forgiveness by the Night Elves but were forbidden to practice their foul magic, the same that summoned the demons to Azeroth.
<Enter Magister Lord>
The Magister Lord: These fools! How dare they defy the Highborne! To refuse us our magic! We will not take this lightly! I do not care if they let us live! We must be able to continue our magical practice, no matter the cost!
<Enter Highborne1>
Highborne1: Agreed, my lord. These filthy dirt lovers know not of our power! We should make sure they know of our strength!
The Magister Lord: Yes. Yes, they would be in awe of our power! Those foolish simpletons and their 'nature magic'. Weak and pathetic! We will rule this land and be as it was years ago!
Narrator: And so the vile Highborne conspired with one another. They practiced in secret.
<The two Highborne whisper and look shady and appear to be conspiring>
Narrator: Until one day they had enough of their restrictions and sought to overthrow these bonds.
<The Highborne raise their hands and chant a spell>
Narrator: Their reckless use of magic swelled and created a storm that nearly consumed all of Ashenvale, all the Kaldorei were in danger. Yet the selfish highborne continued, deluded and wanting nothing but power.
<The Magister Lord casts a spell and a maelstrom rages>
Narrator: But this caught the eye of the Druidic Savior of the Kaldorei...
<Enter the Savior>
The Savior: Enough!
<The Savior waves his hand once, dispelling the storm>
Narrator: For their crimes against the Kaldorei, the highborne were exiled.
The Savior: You will be sent across the sea! Never to return! Under pain of death! May Elune have mercy on you!
The Magister Lord: Wretch! We will return one day and you will kneel before us!
<Exit Highborne1>
<Exit The Magister Lord>
Narrator: And with that peace once again was restored. The highborne, sent away to found a new, corrupt society, eventually lost themselves to their magic, mutating, becoming smaller, sickly and pale. And, as time went on, they took up fel magic and were consumed by that as well.
<Exit The Savior>
Narrator: Remember children. Arcane magic leads to worse. Do not fall to temptation, lest you be corrupted.