The Stormkin

Long ago, when the world was untouched by the searing claws of magic, our people lived as hunters in the land of Ambervale. It was a beautiful, secluded patch of earth not far north of the great city of Zin'Azshari; the seat of our once vast empire. Before the demons came, life was simple. Our autumns, for which the valley was named, were so beautiful that the great Queen Azshara herself made it a point to see them more than once before the thirst for greater power consumed her.
         

It is strange now, to think back on those times so fondly. It was not a perfect existance. To hope for such a thing is foolish, but cherishing the good... That is the nature of balance. For what can the light of the moon be without the darkness of night? Our fathers taught us this balance, to hunt, to hospitably accept our Tauren friends' season of travelling through with grace, and to meet any abuse or invasion of our land with the most savage and brutal retaliation. Those times have long gone, fallen into memory as a dried leaf upon autumn's breeze. Few of us stood by our Lord's side in the battles which came; brought down upon us by our beautiful queen. Those few, brave as they were vicious, our noble Oerlin Dusktreader named "Stormkin". They were named so for our first great Druid, Malfurion Stormrage. And for the kinship they shared. They fought, and they died. They died for a hope which would betray them, for Ambervale would be consumed by the sea in that horrid day we still know and fear as The Sundering. 
         

Now, ten thousand long years later, the white tree on earthen brown stands as a symbol of that time; of that land lost and yet still cherished. We are ever so few now, seeking more Kaldorei who may still cling to a common heritage. We fight for a society swiftly dying, as we once did so long ago. We fight on the behalf of our true Arch Druid, Malfurion, now wrestling a foe we know little of, but hunt nonetheless. Our loyalties cannot be brought to question. Our pride cannot be diminished. Our strength lies not in our numbers, nor our brutality; but in our pledge to one another and to this great earth. And so I write this now, to you dear brother or sister; that you not forget where our people come from. Take pride in what you are as a Kaldorei, and embrace the balance of ferocity and wisdom within each Night Elven heart.