Born to two powerful mages under an unusually strong ley line, the blood elf Kar'alen was gifted with incredible magical potential even before he was born. As a child, he experimented with, and successfully cast, spells that even the mages of Dalaran found difficult. His power was so great, and his loyalty to the sin'dorei so unwavering, that the Magisters of Silvermoon took notice. At the age of twelve he was taken from his home to be trained under the wise Arcanist Dawnrunner.
The arcanist sensed the tremendous amount of power inside the boy. He trained Kar'alen in the mystic arts over the years, teaching the child spells that had long since been forgotten by the haughty mages of Quel'Thalas. As tensions began to build between Dawnrunner and his superiors in the Magister order, the Arcanist realized that Kar'alen was in terrible danger. On the eve of the child's sixteenth birthday, three of the Magisters' agents burst into Dawnrunner's sanctum, interrupting the spell of teleportation that Kar'alen and his master had been channeling. Dawnrunner quickly cast an invisibility spell on his pupil, binding and silencing him to save him from the wrath of the guards. Kar'alen was forced to watch helplessly as the leader of the group plunged his blade into the old Arcanist's chest, the magic of the sword draining the mana from the mage's body and leaving a horrid, withered husk on the sanctum floor.
As his master fell, Kar'alen found himself unbound and exposed. Filled with sorrow and grief and rage, no longer caring to live, the boy called upon forbidden magic. Using his own body as a catalyst, the boy called upon every spell he knew that would torture and maim the murderers. The young mage sank to his knees as a horrible revulsion washed over him. As the guards watched on in terror, Kar'alen screamed in pain as darkness and flame tore through his small form, incinerating the guards before him and the building around him.
When the elf awoke, he was lying amidst the charred remains of the sanctum. Soot and ash covered his badly burned apprentice's clothing, but he didn't care. He gingerly made it to his feet, but he felt no pain. He looked around him at the foul smelling rubble and roasted bones. He no longer felt the mana flowing through him; in his rage and grief, the boy's suicidal spell had not extinguished his life, but instead had completely robbed him of the ability to control magic. He felt at his hip and closed his grip around the dagger he used for basic tasks. He looked around through the ruins and found another, identical knife, whole and undamaged due to the enchantments placed on it. Strapping it to his other hip, he fled the ruins of the sanctum and traveled south.
Kar'alen discovered that with a few of the magical herbs that grew in Eversong and the blood of magical creatures, he could fashion a terrible poison that caused the slightest cut to boil and sting with unimaginable pain, enough to overwhelm an unwary spellcaster. He named this toxin Fin'Talah, Thalassian for "final death". As he trained in solitude, away from elven society, his reflexes grew faster, his stabs and slashes more powerful, and his movement more subtle. Although the late Arcanist had taught him never to take a life unless need be, the now adult Kar'alen knew that the time for peace was long over.
He would have his vengeance on the Magister who had killed his master, and then on the society that now feared and despised him.
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