The lack of light was apparent in the small cell. It smelt of rotten flesh, sewage and sulfur. Ulian would suppose that possibly its last occupant never saw the light of day as he noticed skeletal remains. As if this use to be a crack in the wall and the giants forgot about. The cell walls where damp and unforgivably cold to the touch. Possibly a day in Northrend without proper attire would compare to the constant feeling of naked flesh against these chilled stone walls. But luckily his naked flesh wasn't as exposed. He was left with a pair of pants and a loose fitting shirt to cover himself.

Looking around he had counted several runes on the cell walls this had the purpose of subduing his ability to call to the Light and wield it. What good a cell if the captor could simply use magic to escape?

It seemed days on end would go by. He seldom had visitors apart from the one feeding him. He did little to entertain himself but to meditate and sleep. His wounds had been dress but he refused the aid of a healer. My scars are my own. I live with them proudly. Spoken like a true black arrow.

Today was a different day however. Kallise came to visit him briefly only to give him news of what was to come.

"You are to be transported back to Silvermoon." A flat female voice sprang forth with a short echo in the dungeon. "I expect you to come willingly and silently." The voice continued after a pause.

Ulian stayed silent and did not bother to respond unlike the first days of his imprisonment when he would cuss out Kallise and her band for what they had done.

"The Regent Lord of Silvermoon has come to see you." She stated before walking away.

Lor'themar Theron stepped forth into Ulian's gaze. He watch the Regent carefully and cautiously as he came closer to the bars.

"Ulian Andilien." He spoke softly shaking his head almost disapprovingly. Was this his salutation?

"Why have you come Regent Lord?" Ulian spoke as he lifted himself from the pile of straw that had become his bed.

Ulian stared into Lor'themar's good eye seeking any answers. The elf stood high and proudly in front of him. His long white hair tied up in a top knot demonstrating a certain traditional view. A ranger in kind and long friend of the black arrow. Lor'themar crossed his arms making his brown leather skin jacket crease at the elbows.

"You dishonor your family name. I was friend to your grandfather and your father and uncles in kind. They would all say the same. I have to ask myself young Ulian, when did you really turn your back on them. The moment you became Blood Knight, the moment you called yourself Lord Silverleaf or the moment you acted with Putress of the Forsaken." An air of disappointment garnered his face now as he completed his sentence.

Ulian felt the sting of Lor'themar's remark. A betrayer! Was that all he was to everyone eyes now?

"What of it? I did what needed to be done. I kept my word. It is you that betrays me. My peers will see through the fictitious claims and then I will continue my work here." Ulian muttered while fighting to keep his calm.

"Your peers will no see you nor will they judge you young-ling. I have vetoed the process as is my right in extreme cases." The Regent Lord enunciated in intentions clearly as he started to pace in front of the cell.

Ulian grasps the bars firmly and look in either directions. No one. Of course the Regent Lord would not speak so candidly in front of others. He stared him down tightening his jaw as he watched the Lor'themar pace.

"I will be your judge, jury and executioner boy. It was not my intention at first. However, Rommath was insistent enough it caused our people to want your blood shed for your crime. Your namesake claimed you forsaken your pride and your name. Your title revoke by your own House. No one calls you friend, Ulian. And it is to me the people look for leadership." Lor'themar continued as he paced in front of Ulian's cell not paying attention to the young elves visible anger.

"So to be truthful, I am sparing you the gross injustice. Far worst would happen if I did not intervene. Your death surely and we cannot have that. It is a favor I grant you even. One owed to your family for a century. I render today. You will live but you will no longer be blood elf nor shall you wield magics again." Lor'themar's gaze met with Ulian's as a stare of anger met with another star of greater burden.

"..and you will look like a Hero to your people. The great Regent Lord Lor'themar returning with the defeated villain." Ulian spate out.

"I cannot help the consequences of this event. Your punishment was not my doing. They would have rather have your head on a pike. Herein lay where I return a debt owed to your namesake. You will not die."

"Yet, I will be like the undead walking this earth..." Ulian stopped speaking abruptly to launch a enraged roar as he shook the loose bars of his cage. Then he turned and walked away his back to the visitor as the echo of his shout continued down both ends of the corridor.

"Rommath and his elites are now preparing for the ritual. The Pon'farr will be performed on you as soon as convenient. We will announce that a closed trial occurred the day of your arrival with three of the sitting Legacy House." He paused for a moment thinking. "I take no pleasure in..." The Regent Lord started saying but quickly had to dodge a stone aimed at his head.

"Go!" Ulian venomously spate out before throwing another stone. "GO!"

The Regent Lord narrowed his eyes at the young elf but did not hesitate to take his leave. The Regent Lord's foot steps echoed as he walk out.

The offices of the Regent were as Spartan as a Sin'Dorei could bring themselves to suffer. Ornate seat pillows, with intricately embroidered tassel trims, fine blown glass hookahs with gold fitted lips, and an expansive wine rack were a few of the luxuries he indulged in. The smell of infused bloodthistle, and the heady aroma of sweet brandy complimented the elegant accommodations in the red-gold light of the setting sun. Sarafias had always loathed the arrogant elitism of elven nobility; near as much as he abhored the dismissal of justice in lieu of political opportunity.

Regent Lor'themar Theron entered the waiting room with no announcement, parting the satin drapes that covered the doorway with a polite cough.

"Lord Regent," greeted Sarafias in his usual gravely and hoarse voice, saluting stoicly.

Lor'themar nodded, unbuckling his sword and laying on the weapons mount.

"Imperator," acknowledged Lor'themar. "I agreed to meet with you for a brief discussion only because your letter of request indicated you had something of value to me. If you have come here only to barter for a defense contract with your military order then please realize you are wasting both our schedules."

Lor'themar turned, satisfied the sword was properly displayed.

"Drink?" he offered, gesturing to a decanter.

"Of course," grinned Sarafias, quickly pouring the amber liquor.

"So then," smiled the Regent, taking the offered beverage. "The purpose of your visit?"

"Well," began Sarafias then interrupted himself to down the drink. Clearing it and exhaling in satisfaction he continued: "In regards to the traitor who collaborated with Putress, I have brought to you some significant evidence of his involvement."

Lor'themar considered the information a moment before speaking.

"Ahh, well, the evidence, while I'm sure telling, is not necessary. I've heard all I need to hear on the actions of the traitor and I have already passed my judgment. Ulian Andilien's punishment will be swift and just."

Sarafias arched a brow.

"Ulian Andilien?" he asked, quickly scanning his documents as if to find something he might have missed.


"Indeed," replied Lor'themar, carefully. "His involvement in the betrayal is well documented."

Sarafias frowned and slowly shook his head while continuing to glance through the dossier.

"Nope," he sighed, "The former Lord Silverleaf is not the culprit according to the evidence I've gathered."


Lor'themar's tone darkened.

"Are you implying that the Lord Regent has made an error in judment?"

Sarafias furrowed his brow and smirked.

"Hey now," he admonished. "I'm not implying anything. I'm telling you that in my hands, and also in the hands of others, I have indisputable evidence that Ulian was set up, and the true villain is Deathgore Grimtotem. Now, hey, if you want to go on ahead and continue with your 'swift and just' punishment on Ulian for some political favor to some noble house, that's all fine and dandy. I'm just saying that if you do that, and this dossier reaches, oh, I don't know, anyone in your court that might be put off by tyrannical off-the-cuff 'swift and just' punishments on the innocent, then it might make, well, everything, difficult for you."


Lor'themar slowly placed his glass onto the table and seated himself behind his desk, refusing all the while to look at Sarafias.

"Blackmail?" he asked, almost disappointed.

Sarafias hissed in scoff.

"Please," he chided, pouring himself another drink. "For this to be blackmail I'd have said something like: 'do something for me or else I let this information leak'."

Sarafias shot down the drink, but almost spat it back up as he bolted to life as if a brilliant idea had just struck him.

"Oh!", he exclaimed. "Come to think of it. I have something to offer you!"

"Let me guess," sighed Lor'themar. "The services of your special military unit?"

"What?" asked Sarafias, "No. Not at all. I have an idea for how to punish Ulian."

"And what is that?"

"Give him to me," replied Sarafias flatly. "Now you get all your cakes and the fork to eat them with. You have evidence of the true culprit, and Ulian out of your hair. Assign him to the service of Aeturnas Trinitas. I'll put him on the front lines in Northrend. He'll likely be dead in a few days."

"Why on Azeroth would you want Ulian Andilien?"


"Well, he did capture and off one of the order's Imperators. Many of my men are still stinging from that defeat. Would do wonders for our morale to be the instrument of Ulian's final condition."

Lor'themar rolled his fingers on the desk top.

"You give me all the copies of this evidence."

Sarafias nodded.

"I release him into your custody."


Sarafias nodded.

"You assign him to Northrend."

"Icecrown," corrected Sarafias, "to be specific."

Lor'themar sighed deeply.

"It pains me to consider the career of Ulian Andilien ended in a godforsaken tundra, surrounded by his enemies."


"I know," consoled Sarafias. "But on the brightside, you won't have to play any part in it."

Lor'themar gestured for the door, signaling the meeting was over.

"Bring me all the evidence implicating this Deathgore Grimtotem."

Sarafias saluted.

"Once I have reviewed it to satisfaction, I will expect an armed escort from Aeturnas Trinitas to take Ulian to his assignment."

A great while had past since the Regent Lords visit. He now sat in a cell in the bowels of the great white, red and gold spire ruling the city of the silver moon. Albeit he had more comfort here he felt he was on borrowed time. Had Lor'Themar forgotten his trophy? He was not allowed any visitors other than the guard that brought him his food. So Ulian spent his days pacing around the cell or napping. He could do little else. He would at times stare in the little mirror on the wall at his new scares and healed wounds. Some days he woke up calm and serene while other days he would be angry at the world.

Then the next day, his first visitor showed up in front of his cell. The Regent Lord looked on him with disappointment but something was different. It's as if he had lost something precious to him.

"What do you want?" Ulian spoke with a forked tongue.

"You are a lucky elf. You are free to go." The Regent Lord articulated each word carefully.

"I am what?" Ulian cocked his head intrigued. "You mean to tell me you've reconsidered..."

"New evidence has come to light that suggests that you are a victim of misdirection of information." The Regent Lord cut him off.

"However, you are not as innocent as you seem Sir Andilien. There is the matter of the Death knights account against you and because of this, you will serve an indefinite term in a militia of my choosing." He continued.

Ulian approached the bars still taken aback by this news but still quite wary of the whole situation.

"You tell me that I am free to go although I am not free to pursue my own endeavor. What kind of freedom is that?"

"The kind that will get you killed swiftly if you are lucky." Lor'themar's disdain for Ulian became apparent with his statement. "Know your name is counted amongst those who claimed great injustices to our people. You have no more friends here Ulian."

"You know as well as I do this is a gross misunderstanding. I had nothing to do with what transpired at the Wrath Gate other than being an equal victim of a well organized coupe against the Banshee Queen. And as for that Death Knight, I had nothing to do with it's captivity nor his release. In fact I should be the one seeking justice for the death of my personal guard at it's hands." He paused. "You hear me! I am but a scapegoat to someone else means of advancement or skewed justice." Ulian forged on defending his case.

"And such is the great arena of politics." The regent lord muttered.

"I am a vehicle of the Holy Light, Theron, not you or any one else will put an end to me until the Holy Light deem it my time. Your gross miscarriage of what you conceive to be sensible justice will not be forgotten."

The regent Lord shock his head in dismay and started to walk away. He had enough with him.

"Keep this in the recess of your mind. The next time Silvermoon cries for help from it's HEROES, my answer will be a resounding no." Ulian shouted after him.