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 The Dawnblade Family Nameby Taylor Vincent“Yes, thank you. Please, let me know when you’ll be needing more of those.” The alchemist shook his client’s hand, and the client left. The moment he wasout of sight, the Blood Knight began squirming and scraping at his side, but it’simpossible to scratch an itch in the dress plate armor he’d worn to the sale. Hebriefly contemplated jamming a dagger between the plates of steel, but thoughtbetter of it. Instead, he tried to suppress the irritation as he walked back to thesemi-permanent room in the inn that he called home. The Knight’s vacation away from curtailing pirate and nomad activity in Tanaris had been spent working, though mixing elixirs wasn’t nearly as exhaustingas cutting up humans in the Light-forsaken desert. A nice, quiet night alone was—As the Knight thought to himself, an elf stumbled out of the doorway to thetavern in front of him and collapsed in a slowly growing pool of his own blood on thesteps. The Blood Knight sighed and shuffled over to the face-down elf, grabbing thearm of the elf and attempting to flip the body over onto its back. However, theBlood Knight’s arm bumped into the blue-cloth-clad arm of another elf attempting todo the same thing. He looked up at the priest, and the priest looked back at him,and both dropped the wounded elf back into the puddle of blood.“You,” Varendil said.“You!” Saelar said.“I assume you planned to strip this fellow of his things before you healedhim?” Varendil asked, eyeing the pauldrons on his adversary’s shoulders. VarendilDawnblade
hated 
Saelar Dawnblade. After a falling out several decades before thewars, Varendil had returned to Silvermoon after its sacking only to find his father’s
 
Page| 2armor missing from the wreckage of his former home. This was expected, but whatwasn’t expected was when he saw his cousin Saelar wearing the spaulders of thatsame armor a year later when both men came looking for any unclaimed assetsfrom their family.“I sure hope this guy’s badly hurt. If it turns out to be too much of a challengefor your skills, I’m sure you’ll run off and leave him to his fate.”Saelar Dawnblade
hated 
Varendil Dawnblade. The aforementioned ‘fallingout’ was when Varendil, newly married and the father of a newborn girl, panicked atthe weight of responsibilities and ran off to join the priesthood. The adolescentSaelar hadn’t taken it well. After Silvermoon fell, a newly tried-by-fire Saelar hadfound an undamaged set of shoulder armor in the ruins of his uncle’s home, andknowing they’d be going to Varendil otherwise, took them for himself. It wasn’t hisfault they were perfectly suited to the one career prospect that came his way later;an experiment in harnessing Light energy his brother Mehlar got him into. After all,he’d be fighting in close combat, and it’s not like his cousin the priest needed them.Varendil straightened his posture, and Saelar stood up straight, trying toignore the itch. The elf lying between the two groaned, and the priest blasted him with Lightapathetically while the Blood Knight channeled a quick heal.“I think I’ve got this, Saelar. Since I’m an actual healer, not a swordsman withbarely enough intelligence to wiggle fingers.”“Your father was a swordsman, Varendil, or have you forgotten? He gave hislife for cowards like you in the Second War.” Saelar glanced down at his shoulderarmor. “Looks like I’ve taken up his mantle.
I’ll
keep the Dawnblade family namegoing, whereas you can go follow in his footsteps and, y’know, die.”
 
Page| 3“Yes, quite the achievements you have, cousin. Doing what, precisely? Slicingup trolls in Stranglethorn? Maybe you’ve served in the Ghostlands – it’s reeeealspooky there.” The priest rolled his eyes, waggling his hands for emphasis with hislast few words.Inside the tavern, a commotion began brewing.“Yes, you’re quite accomplished with your track record of hiding behindpeople in plate who are actually capable of accomplishing something.” The priest growled and held up his hand, a signet ring on one finger. “Yes, Tirion Fordring and the Argent Crusade are quite grateful. Why don’t you ask
them
how much hiding I do?”Saelar smirked. “I’ll pass. I’ll ask Aeryliss. I’m sure she can tell me how youran up north, then came home and tried to act like you hadn’t abandoned her as ababy.” The priest’s eyes flared and he growled. “Sorry, I don’t have time for this,” hesaid between clenched teeth.Both Blood Knight and priest turned to walk away from the tavern. Eachwalked into the other, and at the impact, each snapped.Varendil reacted more quickly, the contact making him reflexively shieldhimself. At the flash of light, Saelar jumped past him, drawing his sword andswinging back at his opponent. The priest dodged and sent a bolt of light toward theyounger cousin, where it fizzled against Saelar’s Divine Shield. A burst of lightissued from the Knight’s feet, and the priest stepped out of the consecrated groundbefore taking a moment to dispel the shield protecting his cousin. The priest held out his hand and a brilliant missile issued forth. The BloodKnight ran in before swinging with a holy blast at the priest. And what was
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