Lyncis Nightblade. That is what these beings call me. They all speak this common language that I have only begun to understand. Everywhere I go I realize that I have to translate my name into this language and away from its true beauty. But when around my own people I will only introduce myself as my proper name. and the sweet beauty of it should be appreciated as what it is. I am Lynucis Bondradi of Azshara. I guess in the language of humans it does mean Lyncis Nightblade, but I think that all allies should respect each others rightful names.

My life before the Burning Legion raided our lands is unimportant. I was a simple herbalist back then with the burden of taking care of my delusional older sister. We were noble at one point, but when our parents left us for their own ambitions my sister and I lost our title as noblewomen. The change is life hurt my sister who was such a social butterfly. I was not angry about it until I found that I was not allowed to train as a duelist because I had no title. With that fact I began training myself in the ways of the blade.

The burning legion came, those demons without hearts. My sister and I would taken in by those of Azshara to help protect their beautiful land. I did not know that my sister was so skilled with a bow until Tyrande Whisperwind asked for her bow on the front in battles that are now historic. Of course I was jealous. There was my crazy sister beside people of legends and power and here I was sitting around picking flowers. My blades were the only thing on my mind then. Many of the Legion died at my blade, just as my sister's arrows.

Only a year after that day that my heart changed I had gone back to helping others by feeding them. I received word from my sister about an elf by the name of Kylanna Windwhisper who was well trained in mixing herbs to aid those in battle and decided that a reunion with my sister and a visit to this alchemist would be a good idea. But when I arrived there my sister was nowhere to be found. I spent my time as Kylanna's apprentice, learning from her until she told me to go elsewhere and help those in need.

But I felt alone. My sister was gone from me so I went in search for others that would need my skills. I found this place, the hall of Champions of the Night, and asked that I join in the ranks to defend the lands of the moon. My heart still longs to know how my sister is, but now I must set my own path with my blade in one hand and some herbs in the other. I may not be the best there is, but now I have people to learn from.