Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or any thing else other than this story it all belongs to either Bethesda or Blizzard.
Authors Note: purely for entertainment this Fic is about the dark brotherhood accepting a new member to their guild and world who happens to be a blood elf rogue from world of warcraft.
Chapter 1: How It Began
Not too long ago i was new here too, about 24 years ago i entered Azeroth as a "Sin'dorei" which translates to "Children Of The Blood" in Thalassian. Our Race is Better Known As Blood elves. our elders know alot about the history of our people but me i could care less.
i was born as son of Theron and Liara Sunsorrow both merchants in Slvermoon City they made a poor but yet comfortable living selling pelts and clothes on the market district of the city. i really don't talk much about my parents for the sole reason that there is just not enough about them to talk about other than the fact that there hopes and wishes was for me to one day leave Silvermoon and make a name for my self as a soldier fighting against the Alliance.
you see my father was a skilled rogue who was deadly with a dagger he taught me how to handle one at a young age and also taught me the way of the shadows..the ability to move unseen and unheard as a way to get to target. my mother in the other hand was born under the sign of the priest which by the name she was skilled in the art of healing and curing others of their afflictions. this combination of the two was considered invaluable by the recruiter who would come to Silvermoon in hopes of recruiting new meat for the never ending battles in war sung gulch and arithi basin, i never fell for his smooth words and promises of gold and fame cause behind those fancy words he used lay a dark life of another dumb belf (blood elf for short) who would never see his home again.
not me though i wasn't going to be another dumb one to join instead i would purse my life's dream of traveling around azeroth seeing the beautys of this place....but man was i wrong about that.