Name: Xynaedra Rivenwood
Race: Shal'dorei
Age: 17,354
Birthplace: Suramar
House Name: Rivenwood
Known For: Lineage of vinters and enforcers employed by the Twilight Vineyards of Suramar City
Occupation: Vinter/Aspiring brewmaster
Duskwatch Enforcer (formerly)
Vineyards Peacekeeper (formerly)
History:
-Coming from a long line of vinters, Xyn was introduced to this art of patience and discipline at a young age.
-Having practically grown up in the Twilight Vineyards, she developed a certain love and dedication for the place. When she reached her teen years she enlisted with a junior divison of the Duskwatch tasked with the peacekeeping and safety of their people's most precious commodity; Arcwine. When she reached the official age of adulthood the Duskwatch promptly invited her to join their ranks.
-Former Duskwatch Mercenary, Xynaedra turned informant for the Resistance after witnessing firsthand the atrocities Elisande and her worshippers committed against those who would oppose her.
-After 10,000 years behind a veil, Xynaedra is eager to explore Azeroth, particularly the fabled monasteries of Pandaria. After the reclaiming of Suramar by the Resistance, Xynaedra chose to hang up her sword and shield in favor of a more disciplined path... And who in their right mind could pass up an opportunity for some fine Pandaren brew?
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Physical Description:
A bit on the short side for a Shal'dorei female, Xyn still towers over a few races at 6'7". Her mottled, light purple skin is firm and supple and adorned with various runic tattoos. They are hardly noticeable most of the time. Platinum blonde locks fall to the middle of her back, as thick and lustrous as any of her race. One would notice her rigid posture; spine straight, face parallel to the ground, shoulders rolled back, though despite this her movements are surprisingly fluid. Her eyes, a pale shade of lavender, scan the vicinity with the scrutiny one can only gain from years of experience in law enforcement. The expression most often on her visage is one of neutrality and interest. Afterall, Azeroth may as well be a brand new place to her.
Strapped across her back is a rather formidable looking glaive. Its edge is razor sharp and, though it appears quite old, is very well maintained. Though this weapon is in plain sight, one can surmise she has others on her person as well. One can never be too cautious in a new land.
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Orgrimmar; Gateway to the World
The capital of the Horde is amazing! Nothing like the grandeur of Suramar City, but it has a certain barbaric charm. It is, however, easy to get lost in though the many inhabitants are fairly willing to help a lost newcomer on their way (albeit in exchange for a bit coin.) Having found my way to the rather busy Inn at the Valley of Honor, I decided to take in the sights a bit more, wandering down what is known as the Drag (why for, I have no idea). Simply marvelous how large this city is yet so diverse! Tomorrow I shall head for a Goblin port town called Ratchet off the coast of the Northern Barrens. Seems like as good a place as any to begin my journey through this world of worlds!
Northern Barrens: Week One
Arrival at Ratchet
I can see why they call it the Southfury River, everything down to the fish is furious! One thing about crocolisks is apparent; they are ornery, nasty buggers no matter the locale. I can also understand why as I departed I was wished the best of luck. Apparently, Goblins are insane *laughs*. Oh well, I made it here in one piece, and thanks to the rather eccentric boat captain, I am starving!
A quaint little port town this Ratchet is. Goblins may be eccentric and even boarderline crazy when it comes to engineering but this place is a testament to their inginuity and brilliance. I know, I sound as if I am gushing and I guess I am but can you blame me? Over 10,000 years trapped behind a dome, not even a glimpse of the night sky? Anyway, here I sit at the Broken Keel Tavern, the pseudo-inn of this place. Perhaps I spoke a bit too soon regarding Goblin ingenuity if this is their idea of an Inn. Do Goblins sleep, I wonder? I have heard tales of their being hyped up on something called Kaja Cola, among other things. I suppose this will have to do, I just order myself a few rounds and pass out on one of these... fine, straw beds.
Awoken just before dawn by the sound of a rather lively conversation involving talk of putting together a warband between a Sin'dorei woman, a brutish seeming Goblin male and one of my own ilk though I dont recall ever seeing him. I am beginning to see and understand the whispers of a Goblin's questionable integrity, but who am I to judge? After a hearty breakfast of braised sagefish and a rather runny raptor egg, I will be en route to the Crossroads. A pack kodo ride does sound rather intriguing...