Blood elves were inherently evil. Their stark contrast to their former high elf presence drove the Alliance to banish them, forcing the Sin’dorei to join the formidable Horde. Quinncie was a young paladin studying magic at the finest of schools on holy magic in Azeroth. However, because of his hot-headedness, and his affinity for arcane magic, he delved into arts that many of his teachers saw as abominable. He was expelled from the schools, forced to study on his own. His comrades and enemies knew him as Vindicator, for unlike other paladins; he chose to rend his foes with fire instead of purging the dark from them with light. Quinncie wasn’t particularly fond of his name either, preferring the given title over his birth name, and wasn’t known well to be merciful. Anyone who spoke to him with his birth name usually left scaled with hot flames from the young paladin. He was a misfit to everyone and spent most of his time by himself, lonely. It wasn’t until the day that three mysterious travelers showed up had he been offered a gift he had not seen in years: friendship.
The warrior introduced himself as a troll, and offered Quinncie a great purpose in life. Quinncie hadn’t had a place to call home, being banished from his own home and his schools. He listened eagerly to the words of the aged warrior, but with great caution. He agreed to follow them, and as they were on their way, the young paladin questioned his decision. He did not fare well with leadership. They arrived at the second destination, a sky-fortress of sorts. The hunter that inhabited the fort, was peculiar at best. She clearly had not seen intelligent life in years in her exile, so she had some quirks. Quinncie began to doubt Jakaari’s judgment, and blatantly called him out. The Tauren, who made himself hostile from the start, tried to intervene, but Jakaari stopped him, telling the Tauren he could handle his own. The troll scolded Quinncie for challenging him as leader, and offered to duel him in place. The blood elf smiled wryly, igniting his hands in scalding flame and coating Jakaari’s body in the hot embers. But, unlike Quinncie’s previous opponents, Jakaari absorbed the pain. In fact, it seemed to fuel him as he lunged forward and slammed the paladin high into the air, and as he fell, swinging the broad side of his mighty axe into the elf’s chest. He fell and collapsed, bested by the warrior’s speed and skill. He would not test the skill of their leader again. The night was coming, so Jakaari told the group about a place in the mountain outside of Orgrimmar, but it was far away and the air was starting to get brisk. Then, the troll came up with an insane idea. He reached into his bag and pulled out his hearth stone, then asked for ours, With a bits of magic, the seals all glowed in sync with each other. As we all initiated the hearth, the world shook and Quinncie found himself laying face down in the snow. This was not Orgrimmar. He stood up, and looked around to find nothing in sight. Feeling hopeless and tired he started to walk forward when we was caught up in a vicious storm wind. When Quinncie opened his eyes, he saw the spires of Orgrimmar in the distance; the sun was just setting behind them. He ran to the front gate. As he met up with the group, Jakaari motioned for them to follow. He ran up to a large tower near the Dranosh’ar Blockade, and he headed inside. The group walked up the long staircase to the top, where a single table and some torches were already laid out. Jakaari walked over to the table and placed some powder from his bag on it. With a wave of his hand, the powder shook and grew into a delicious smelling banquet for the group. Quinncie’s eyes widened, and he began to eat right away. He glanced over at Jakaari, who nodded at him with respect. The paladin nodded back and smiled. He knew he shouldn’t have doubted the warrior. He felt like this was a piece missing from him that he so longed for. This place felt like...home.