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General Info on Jondalar

Name: Jondalar Greenfury
Age: Some 7.500 years
Status: Currently faithful to Eavya Morninglight
Professions: Herbalist, Alchemist
Talents: Feral
Description: Graceful as any Elf at his age, Jondalar steps with a light foot, always looking down as if to prevent stepping on some small creature or plant on the ground. Long green hair frames his face and there's usually a sly smirk on his face as if a big smile lies just behind the surface.

The Story of Jondalar Greenfury, druid zealot of Fandral Staghelm, Arch Druid of the Order of Natures Grasp, Master Librarian and Poet Extraordinaire

The Childhood

Growing up as a child Jondalar Greenfury always had a great love for the life and tranquility of the Great Forests. His father, a hunter, always took his only son and daughter into the woods to help carry the prey after the hunt. Jondalar enjoyed these trips, but only until the kill. He enjoyed sneaking around in the woods unnoticed, studying the wildlife in their daily or nocturnal activities. He grew a healthy interest in the plants and trees and their uses in alchemic potions. When his father had made the kill, he felt sorry for the prey, but understood his father's explanations on the Circle of Life. He accepted the need to kill to survive, but otherwise was protective of all other beings.

His younger sister showed no interest in the hunt whatsoever. Instead she showed great compassion and interest and abilities in the healing skill. At an early age she left the home to join the Priestesses of Elune to her mothers pride.

Getting older Jondalar began making trips into the woods by himself. He could be gone for weeks before returning home with plants he'd discovered new uses for. His father, hoping his only son would become a hunter like himself, encouraged Jondalar's love for the woods, thinking the boy would come around and pick up the bow someday. Instead Jondalar one day chose to leave, as his sister had, to join the druids of Darnassus. His father threw a fit, trying to convince Jondalar, that to get food on the table, you need to kill beasts, not talk to them. Jondalar said his goodbyes to his mother and left...

The Awakening

Some millennia passes

Jondalar awakens from the Emerald Dream, and discover that much have changed. Malfurion is missing, The Great Tree is dead, the forests overrun by the Horde, the Elves are no longer immortal. He travels to Darnassus to find answers.

Arriving in Darnassus, Jondalar attends a meeting lead by Fandral Staghelm. Staghelm's promises to restore the past magnificence of the Elves. Staghelm's speech is so convincing that Jondalar and many others joins the ranks of the Arch Druid.

Just awoken from the Emerald Dream, Jondalar need to regain his Druidic abilities. After his basic training as a druid in Teldrassil, Jondalar leaves the island to spread the word of Fandral Staghelm to the ignorant and to help regain the once magnificent Elven lands and forests. Jondalar is convinced that Fandral Staghelm, if any, is the Elf that will restore the Elves' immortality.

Joining the Order / The Wildheart of Cenarius

Jondalar travels the areas of Kalimdor for quite some time. He learns about a Night Elven guild called The Order of Natures Grasp. The Order is dedicated to retrieving the once lost forests of Kalimdor and protecting the existing ones. Jondalar reckons that a guild with this purpose must surely also be followers of Fandral Staghelm, and he decides to contact the Commander of the Blackmoon Sentinels, Makiya.

A meeting is arranged at the Sentinels' Bunkhouse in Darnassus. Here Jondalar meets with Commander Makiya and the leader of another guild, Aleah, and some other Elves. He is dumbfounded by the beauty of these two powerful women, and accidently calls Makiya Sir. Makiya seems not to notice, or perhaps she is just polite. Once the other have left Jondalar falls into deep conversation with Makiya about the Order, the purpose and other things. They talk endlessly for about two hours straight. At the end of the conversation, Jondalar is accepted and invited to join the Order.

The Master Librarian

During the following months Jondalar finds a great interest in the books of the libraries of the Eastern Kingdoms. He travels near and far just to study the books of great battles, ancient races and alliances, great cities now in ruins. He becomes consumed with a passion of books only surpassed by his feelings for a certain Night Elf Priestess. The priestess however leaves him heartbroken without ever knowing his true feelings, and he turns to the only passion he has left, and it grows to an obsession. He spends hours upon hours in the libraries of Stormwind, and when the opportunity arises, he volunteers for the position as Master Librarian with the task of maintaining the Guild Roster of the Realm.

The Poet Extraordinaire

Hiding in the libraries, Jondalar finds a new interest in the words of the great poets and song writers of Azeroth. He studies poetry and finds a calming sensation in reciting poems and singing songs. Anxious to share his newfound interest with another soul, he enters the city. He cannot go to the Order. What would they think of him, if they new. He couldn't go to the priestess. She would surely mock him. Where to go? Who to go to? An idea started growing in his mind. What if he disguised himself as a performer and approached stranger, who didn't know him? They would have no reservations towards him. And if he wasn't any good - who really cared about the opinion of strangers?

He entered the streets of Stormwind. He had left the robe in the library and was wearing clothes he was not accustomed to. His first audience was a fair human girl, to whom he recited a poem of love and devotion. He felt like he studdered through the whole thing, but when he finished, the girl applauded excitedly, hugged him and gave him 2 gold coins for his performance. His next customer was also a human female. This time he kneeled to her and looked her passionately into the eyes. Though an act, he kept her eyes fixed on his, a watched as a single tear ran down her cheek from the shear beauty of his words and voice. She also thanked and paid him. Little did she know that her reaction was really payment enough. He performed for many others that night... both women and men., who all paid generously for his services.. and near the end of the evening he discovered that his disguise was no longer a disguise... he had -become- the performer... and he loved it...

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