Asrieth Ravenshadow
Legacy Name: Asrieth Ravenshadow

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• Name: Asrieth Ravenshadow
• Age: ~12000 (looks to be 35)
• Height: 2.05m
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Status: In a relationship with Neil Rivers

Life Excerpt

Most people would probably feel extremely uncomfortable in a situation like this. Some would probably feel offended. But not Asrieth. Having lived for around twelve thousand years he couldn’t really care less about what others thought about him, or the way they looked at him. And after becoming a demon hunter him caring about others opinions of him had diminished even more. Not that he’d ever really been concerned about it. While growing up in Val’sharah he’d always gone his own way, and had his own way of doing things. Becoming a druid hadn’t really been so much a choice as it had been a calling. He was born to be a druid. That’s what the older druids used to tell him when he was young. He’d never been much for doing what he was told either. That had driven his shan'do mad at times. Asrieth just didn’t see the point in doing things that seemed boring. Sure, he had all the time in the world to do everything that he wanted but he still didn’t want to waste his time doing something that bored him. Eventually his shan'do managed to make him do everything that was required of him to become a full fledged druid though.
Many years went by. Asrieth eventually found a woman to start a family with. They had two kids together by the time the war of the ancients happened, followed by the sundering. He’d been alive for about two thousand years by then, and suddenly time mattered. His race no longer had their immortality. Something made all too clear to him after his partner and their two young children were taken from him.
He’d wandered aimlessly through the lands for a while after that loss. It was during that time that he’d heard that Illidan was looking for people wanting to get revenge on the ones that wanted to destroy this world. Azeroth was still in peril and soldiers were needed. Asrieth needed an outlet for the fury he felt after his personal loss. An outlet for the pain he felt in his heart. So, he sought Illidan out. He’d gone through the rituals and the training. He still remembered how incredibly powerful he’d felt with the demonic power he now tapped into. And then they’d been captured. Just like that everything had seemed to be over. Him and his fellow demon hunters had been sentenced to live out the rest of their days stuck in a crystal prison. Completely immobile. But conscious the entire time. And with a demon in your head that just wouldn’t shut up. No wonder some of the others lost their minds. A couple more years of that and Asrieth was sure that his fate would have been no different. But, they were released early. Not for good behavior, but because the Burning Legion was back with a vengeance. Everyone was growing desperate and needed all the help they could get. Even Maiev had grown desperate. Desperate enough to free the demon hunters.

Asrieth suddenly became aware that it was very quiet around him. Only the occasional neighing from a horse nearby. Then he noticed the blacksmith looking at him. He seemed annoyed. He’d probably zoned out for longer than he thought he had. The blacksmith had been going on and on about how he didn’t like Asrieth’s kind, but that he was forced to help his allies. Naturally Asrieth had zoned out while waiting on the blacksmith to finish his little speech.
-”What was that?” The human was looking mighty pissed now.
-”I said it’ll be one gold.” Asrieth raised an eyebrow.
-”One gold? That’s not the price you said before.” The blacksmith smiled an arrogant smile. Showing off his bad teeth.
-”Well now, that was before I knew what a pain it would be. These blades of yours…” He dropped the glaives on the ground in front of Asrieth, barely missing his feet. “...haven’t exactly been easy to work with. Plus…” He spit on the ground in front of him, inches away from the glaives. “...you wasted more of my time by standing there staring into nothingness. Ignoring me while I was talking to you.” Asrieth sighed and shook his head.
-”Fine. One gold it is then.” He dug out a gold coin from his pouch and handed it to the human. Talking to this man was giving him a right headache. He needed a drink. And food. But mostly a drink.


The Lakeshire inn was almost filled to the brim. Asrieth stood by the counter looking out across the room, looking for a place to sit. The people that noticed him looking all made themselves take up more space on the benches they were sitting on. Asrieth was doing his best to ignore those fools. Then his eyes landed on a young human male that instead seemed to indicate that he could sit with him. Asrieth had noticed the young man’s cloak when he’d entered the establishment. It was hard not to. It had a beautiful emerald green color. A color that had reminded him of home. Of the lush forests of Val’sharah. Asrieth smiled at the young man and headed over to the table in question.
-”You must be quite the adventurous young man.” He said as he sat down opposite the young lad.
-”Wha..um, what makes you say that?” There was a slight hint of blushing on his cheeks that Asrieth caught a glimpse of. He could tell that this was going to be an interesting night.


They spent the next couple of hours talking about all kinds of different topics. Asrieth was in his element. Talking, laughing, having an absolute blast. This young man. This Neil Rivers. There was something about him that drew Asrieth in. In the time they’d been talking Asrieth had barely heard his demon utter a word inside his head. It also seemed captivated by this human. Neil seemed to be completely at ease with having a demon hunter this close to him. Just then Neil yawned.
-”Wow, I just noticed how tired I am. Um…” He looked around. “Where is everyone?” Asrieth kept looking at his new friend and smiled.
-”Most of them left an hour ago, friend.” And there was that hint of blushing again.
-”Really? I...didn’t even notice.” Neil laughed. That sound awoke something in Asrieth. A feeling he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time. Asrieth looked over at the counter.
-”I wonder if there’s any rooms left. Or maybe I should wonder if they’d even rent to a demon hunter.” He chuckled. Then he felt a soft hand on his arm. He turned his head to look at Neil, who was now standing next to the table looking back at Asrieth.
-”I have a room here.” Asrieth gave him a crooked smile in return.
-”Well, well. well. You really are adventurous.” Instead of blushing Neil simply bit his lower lip. The druid in Asrieth, the part of him that was more animalistic, instantly responded to that sign. He got up and added in a husky voice. “Lead the way.”

Credits

Story by me. Overlay by CORE. Elven art by Eralieu. Minion overlay by Laurence. Pixel art by 7Soul1. Night elves, Baa'l & demon hunters ©Blizzard Entertainment.