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Sir Edrin Vellas, the Gallant Knight - Beginnings

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Sir Edrin Vellas, the Gallant Knight - Beginnings

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These records tell the tale of a valiant knight, his humble beginnings and his heroic deeds in the service of our kingdom. Inspiring many young squires with his legacy, Sir Vellas' story acts as a beacon on what a true Stormwind knight ought to be - fearless, chivalrous and compassionate.

Born the son of a simple farmer, Edrin lived an unremarkable life with his father on the edge of the forest of Elwynn. Most of his time was spent assisting him on the fields, planting the crops, caring for the ox carrying the tiller and feeding the countless hens that scurried around their home. When visiting the town of Goldshire to sell their wares, he caught glimpses of what the world outside of his ordinary home could be. Merchants with wares from far away, dazzling in the summer sun; knights of Stormwind in their prideful armor, donning the powerful lion of King Barathen. This part of the world, so far and yet so close, fascinated him dearly.

His father had long battled with a grievous sickness taking its toll on his health. One fateful day, he broke down on the field, coughing blood and sweating heavily. Edrin rushed to bring him to bed, as he had done many times before. Fighting the disease, he tasked his son to pick their remaining silver and seek the priests of Northshire Abbey for help. Promising his father he'd return with help, the young man ran as fast as he could to the northern abbey.

Arriving at Northshire Abbey, the forest had already been drenched in heavy rainfall and night began to fall. Knocking on the grand wooden doors of the stone building, Edrin pleaded for their help, yelling against the rain drowning out his voice. After minutes upon minutes of knocking, the doors finally opened. A guard with a lantern in his hand stood before him, a disgruntled look upon his face. Edrin tried again to ask for someone to help his ailing father, but the guard just scoffed at the young man. Telling him to stop pestering the priests at such a late hour, the guardsman shoved Edrin aside, making him fall into the puddled water before closing the door on him.

Bewildered and agape, Edrin raised himself from the dirty water. The abbey would not help him and his father. As despair slowly crept upon his heart, he fervently thought of ways to aid his father still. There had to be someone, something - that could rescue him from his sickness. Edrin was agitated as he ran back to Goldshire in hope of finding a kind soul. The town was mostly empty, with many people hiding from the rain inside their houses or the inn. Only one merchant remained on the town square, putting the last of his wares onto his wagon: potions and vials. Rarely were there ever alchemists visiting Goldshire, this must've been Edrin's stroke of good fortune.

Edrin didn't hesitate asking the merchant for help, telling him of the symptoms of his father's ailment. Irritated and confused, the old merchant stopped the young man from falling over his own words, making him repeat his plea once more. Listening to the desperation in his voice, the merchant pondered. Losing more and more time, Edrin begged him for his aid, offering all the silver he had on him. It was clear to the old man that the farmer's son was in bitter need of assistance. Although hesitant at first, the tradesman opened one of his crates and procured a deeply red vial from it. It would be Edrin's in exchange for all the silver that he had.

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31Trevor Melain(Humanoid)AH	31	Northwind

With potion in hand, the run through the darkened forest became increasingly difficult. Elwynn was barely illuminated by the moonlight breaking through the clouds of rain; thanks to knowing his way home by heart Edrin was able to return home safely. Drenched and full of dirt, he rushed upstairs to his father's bed. The candle he had placed before leaving was just short of burning out. His father was breathing erratically, his skin cold and sweat had stained the bed sheets. Full of panic and shock, Edrin poured the potion into his father's mouth. The liquid gathered and spilled to the side of his mouth; before long Edrin realized that not even the potion could save his father anymore.

The sun stood at its highest peak as the young farmer laid the shovel against the oak tree just outside the farmstead. After hours of strenuous shoveling, Edrin had finished digging his father's final resting place, just next to his late wife. Still in shock and disbelief, he continued doing what he had known best - tending to the farm. He tried his best to do his father justice, but it was clear the work was simply too much for a young man all alone. He managed to come by for a few days, before giving up on his cherished home. Releasing all the animals into the forest, Edrin gathered anything of value and headed to Goldshire.

The market was bustling as usual, the merchants yelled at the top of their lungs, trying to garner the attention of the townsfolk. It was Edrin's plan to sell the few valuable things he brought with him; but none of the tradesmen even batted an eye to him. He recognized none of the tradesmen, so he tried his luck with a peddler with barely any customers. Greeting the young man, the hunched over huckster asked him to present what goods he had to sell. A candelabra, some silverware and his father's old sword is all Edrin had to offer. The merchant threw a frosty gaze upon his wares and with a disapproving gesture told him his junk is worth barely any silver, let alone copper.

Edrin was hurt and insulted by the scrawny merchant's words, flouting the remaining keepsakes from his home. Either way, if he wanted to sleep in a warm bed at the inn, he had to get some money; it was doubtful he would have any more luck with the other peddlers. Reluctantly, he unsheathed the sword and placed it on the counter. However, before the merchant could even think of grabbing anything, he was interrupted by a deep and dominating voice, followed by a gauntlet pressing down on the sword's blade. Edrin looked up in surprise, only to see a cloaked man, clad in armor underneath. Meeting the young man's gaze, he told him that a true knight never sells his sword.

Intimidated by the imposing figure, the sniveling peddler simply bought Edrin's other wares, giving a few silver coins instead. Thanking the good man, the armored knight took the sword and handed it back to Edrin. As quickly as he appeared did he leave. Still bewildered, Edrin threw a glance at the man, pondering about what just happened. The rugged hilt of the old sword left a rough feeling on his palm. Meeting such a man was no coincidence. A chance encounter of good fortune? Gripping the sword tightly, Edrin followed the knight to the road leading out of Goldshire.

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