Davian

The words of a young paladin, encased in a sacred libram, unravel before you written in neat scrawl, the first chapter revealing itself plainly.

Hallowed

Eternal War. Hatred Unbound. Impossible Darkness.

This was the truth of Azeroth that I, Davian Rosswald, was born into.

Each lustful and hatred filled battle permitted by the visionless mortals who sought to enact their own fleeting ambition with their ultimately meagre power. Forests of tranquil being, struck down for murderous intent, the slaking of bloodlust by means of industry and further development of their already finely tuned killing abominations of steel. Ancient kingdoms, laid waste to by their own citizenry, lured by the temptation of dark powers. Goodly...