> A story of warlock experimentation, opportunistic deception, and the first spark of obsession with immortality and temporal manipulation.

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🩸 Act I – “The Shattered Thread”

When Thiryn awakens from stasis, the call of the Dragon Isles holds no appeal. Instead, she feels the pull of Azeroth’s wounds—the bleeding ley lines of the Ghostlands, trembling with echoes of power and unhealed scars.

• Disguised as Velistra Mourneveil, a supposed Sin’dorei arcanist from Fairbreeze Village, she enters the ruins posing as a grieving scholar seeking lost family heirlooms and arcane tomes. She is careful, meticulous in her illusion magic—her voice softened, horns vanished, her presence adjusted to pass for elven nobility.

• Yet in moments of distraction or exertion, the mask falters. One evening while communing with a corrupted leyline beneath a shattered spire, her true Dracthyr features surface—crimson scales shimmer beneath her glamours, and her horns flicker into view. Caught by a curious ranger, Thiryn coolly spins a new lie:

  > “A relic-bound curse… ancestral, unpredictable. I’ve been managing it since childhood.”
  > The ranger believes her—or fears her—either way, the explanation holds.

• Beneath this mask, Thiryn explores corrupted nexuses for signs of soulbinding techniques. In a crumbling magister’s tower, she binds the soul of a dying blood elf into a fractured crystal—a prototype she names the “Soulmirror Protocol”, her first steps toward phylactery-making.

🧠 Key Moment: Hidden within a ruined sanctum near Tranquillien, Thiryn discovers a shattered arcane reliquary—still humming faintly. Tracing its energies, she sees residual chronomantic signatures, and a fragment of memory left behind:
A vision of the Second War, briefly replayed, captured like a ripple in magical time.
It stuns her. Not only can history be remembered—it can be touched.

“If such fragments survive,” she whispers, “why should I not walk among them?”
Thus, the seed is planted: not only must she defy death—she must claim history itself.

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☠️ Act II – “Deatholme’s Bargain”

Drawn deeper by whispers of failed ascension, Thiryn turns her attention to Deatholme, where the residual energy of Dar’Khan Drathir’s dark experiments still lingers like rot in the soil.

• Unlike the Scourge or Sin’dorei purifiers, she sees Deatholme not as a battleground but as a library of ruin. Within the shattered citadel, she uncovers fragments of Drathir’s notes—desperate, erratic, obsessed with stealing the Sunwell’s power to make himself eternal.

• Thiryn makes contact with a banshee soul-fragment, once a noblewoman enslaved and twisted by Dar’Khan’s magic. In a bargain of calculated cruelty, Thiryn offers the soul a vessel of sensation and memory—only to siphon her knowledge in return.

🧠 Key Moment: Hidden deep within the ruins, Thiryn discovers an obsidian hand-mirror, scorched with fel-fire and webbed in void-touched veins. Touching it, she sees reflections not of herself, but of events from before her time—moments suspended like ghosts in a glass prison: the fall of Silvermoon, the betrayal of the magisters, a glimpse of Anasterian on the throne.

This object isn’t a weapon—it’s a window.

She realizes it was once part of a scrying ritual empowered by both arcane and time magic—twisted by Dar’Khan’s tampering. By fusing fel principles into such objects, she could eventually anchor herself to historical events—not just observe them, but step into them.

> “Memory is a weakness. But history? History is a battlefield. And I intend to arrive armed.”

She takes the mirror, naming it The Claw of Echoes, and begins her work in earnest.

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🔮 Act III – “The Blood That Remains”

Her presence grows too disruptive to ignore. Elven rangers begin investigating the disappearances and corrupted landmarks.

• To protect her cover and erase evidence, Thiryn engineers a false conflict—manipulating a cult of Amani necromancers and framing them for her work. She arms both sides of the fight, orchestrating a climactic purge that buries her experiments beneath blood and fire.

• Her disguise holds, barely. “Velistra Mourneveil” is quietly thanked for her aid in helping uncover the “Amani threat.” She accepts with a smile—and leaves before anyone looks too closely.

🧠 Key Moment: Before leaving, she gazes down upon the shattered leyline at An’daroth. Echoes still flicker—faint memories trapped in the weave of space and time.
“Rot may claim the body, but history… history endures.”
She clenches the Soulmirror crystal in her clawed hand and disappears into shadow.