A lone figure stood on the opulent balcony of his apartment and watched the sun slowly rise over the ocean. There were very few clouds in the sky and in the distance he could just make out several dragonhawks gleefully playing along the shoreline. They danced amongst the waves only stopping to tease a springpaw lynx as it came close to get a quick morning bath in the water. The lynx roared in protest before darting back into the woods of Eversong. The figure smiled slightly to himself in admiration of the animals of his homeland.

He was born Daelin Bowstrider, an elf of Quel’Thalas. To many he was Sin’dorei, or Blood Elf in the common language, a name his people had borne since the great attack and destruction of his home city by a terrible force known as The Burning Legion. Half the city was still in ruins and there seemed to be no hope of reversing the corrupted magic that still permeated the very ground.

Despite this he had traveled all over the world along with thousands of other Sin’dorei, each seeking retribution and a chance to reclaim the honor and pride that had once made them the rulers of the world. He had become a hunter of demons and their undead minions allowing nothing to stand in his path. To that end he had made many allies and among his friends he was known as Dyerwolf.

Not all of his companions were Blood Elves. The world was filled with a variety of sentient species including some that had even come from other worlds. Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, Elves, Trolls, Taurens and Goblins made up the main native races of the world and there were several divisions among many of the races.