Born of Two Worlds
An A Jedi in Azeroth Tale
Prelude
Peace is a lie, there is only passion
Through passion, I gain strength
Through strength, I gain power
Through power, I gain victory
Through victory, my chains are broken
The Force shall free me
-The Sith Code
Thirteen hundred years ago, the demon lord Sargeras searched the cosmos for a species desperate for salvation yet powerful enough to lead his Burning Legion against the inhabitants of the world called Azeroth. In a distant galaxy and on a small glacial planet he found a race of red skinned beings powerful in a thing they called the Force and hiding from a foe that sought their extermination. Yearning to learn what drove these beings, Sargeras invaded the mind of one of the most powerful and learned of their past. They called themselves sith and delved into the darkest recesses of their Force using their power and knowledge to create monstrosities to drive fear into their opponents and subjects with mutations that spread disease, sickness, and death. Most interesting of these to the demon lord was something called the Rakghoul Plague. The disease spread across a population with such precision that entire cities and worlds had fallen to the plague, and surprisingly the result was not death but a mutation into creatures subjugated to the will of the master who created it. These rakghouls held no personal desire or recollection of their formal selves. The new minions wreaked havoc and destruction as they fed and multiplied with no other purpose in their existence beyond what their master desired, and they retained their previous abilities without the entanglement of memory or remorse. If he could convince these sith to replicate this work on his behalf he could conquer worlds and then whole galaxies with ease using these unrelenting creatures. Each new world would fall to his will and bolster the Burning Legion by unimaginable numbers. No more ambitious lieutenants that could fail as they had against the world of Azeroth. Rakghouls were mindless creatures and would be entirely under his control and they would not fail. However, the secret to creating this plague and thus a new army existed solely with the sith, and Sargeras desired what they possessed.
Before discarding the husk of the man whose mind he invaded, Sargeras also learned that they were fleeing an enemy called jedi that sought the extermination of all sith. That fear of these jedi was the key to gaining their trust, and when he approached their leader, Varok, the demon lord presented his offer of their salvation. He promised the sith lord to remove his people from the glacial world and take them to a place the jedi would never find them. In return he asked only that they replicate the work of one of their own, a man named Karness Muur. Varok agreed to the demon lord's offer wholeheartedly as any chance to find safety from the encroaching jedi appealed to him. To seal the deal Sargeras demanded that a significant number of those sith living on the ice world drink of his blood. Three thousand sith lived on this world called Alzoc and twenty-five hundred drank of Sargeras' blood. Their skin turned green and their hunger for power grew as did their connection to the dark side of the Force. However, upon arrival on Azeroth the sith immediately faltered in their promise to Sargeras. The sith enhanced their power from strong negative emotions, and the heightened connection to those emotions drove those with green skin insane as the world they arrived on was riddled with conflict and strife. They lingered in places fraught with war, disease, and famine like drug addicts forsaking all else to feed their hunger. Those with red skin tried in earnest to fulfill their oath to Sargeras, but they too failed the demon lord. In disgust Sargeras left them to their own devices judging them unworthy of even the worst punishment he could imagine. On their own the sith resorted to what they were doing when Sargeras first discovered them…they hid. Their lifespan unexpectedly was expanded by a factor of ten on this new world and after a few centuries those with green skin warred with those with red and always in the shadows where none of Azeroth's natives would ever discover them. For thirteen hundred years they lived in secret until finally a jedi appeared on Azeroth, and by then only a handful of the sith remained including Varok. A few years after the jedi's arrival none of the sith lived that Sargeras brought to this planet, but in some dark recesses of the world their legacy remained.
One of those sith lords took a native elven woman and produced a child. Lord Narcis, nearing the end of his long life, found the quel'dorei woman Raeva whom he loved and desired in a certain fashion. From their union she bore a daughter, but because of the secretive nature of Narcis and his schemes he convinced Raeva to take their child far to the north to be raised and trained by another sith lord named Drakus. At first she remained skeptical of the danger, but using the powers of the Force Narcis drove fear into her heart to the point that she trekked across half the world to bring her child to what she believed was a safe haven. Unbeknownst to her, however, was that Drakus despised all non-sith seeing them as inferior and unworthy of his presence. Honor bound to Narcis, the dark lord of the sith accepted the girl-child to raise in the ways of their race, but never accepting her as the last of their kind on Azeroth. That child grew into a woman of immense power and of mixed blood…elven and sith. A woman born of two worlds yet torn between them. Her name is Illiana, a jedi knight in the new order on Azeroth…a jedi order that faced and stopped an invasion by the very same demon lord who brought her father's people to this world…and this is her tale.