Infernica Darktalon stood, staring out at the sea. Sunstrider Isle, her home since birth, had been a place of boredom for the young Blood Elf. Hers had been a life accustomed to keeping the cats well fed, the magically-propelled brooms from wandering too far from the house, and keeping the Bloodvein vines from creeping up too high to obscure the window to her master's study. "Master," she oft-mused aloud while doing her menial tasks, "What a positively asinine term".

Infernica had not been "born" persay; not born in the mortal sense. Her kindred Blood Elves were born and raised through parents, or Proctors, those of the community with higher than average standing, and taken on various pathways to glory for the survival of their people. Infernica was a construct, commonly known as a "Golem" in the arcane circles for which such knowledge did abound. Being a Golem is the lowest form of life in the Blood Elf heirarchy, namely because it brings to mind a robotic type of being, one whom performs the same dull, mind-numbing tasks ad nauseum, never questioning its own existence or purpose; never dreaming, never wanting.

While the beloved 'Messiah' of the Blood Elf race, Prince Kaelthas, was off on some dreamy adventure on other worlds, his people back home remained chained to the idealism that all was for a purpose; everything had meaning for the future. Many whispers circulated as to the exact fate of their Glorious Lord, and that of their far-off kinsman, all traipsing about on the shores of some distant world, a battlefield beyond comprehension, all in the name of "a cure". Many of those whispers were formed from minds who knew the truth: Prince Kaelthas Sunstrider was a madman, and had, in fact, gone off onto his own insane agenda, leaving his homeland, indeed his home world itself, to the fates of time.

Forgotten though some of its people may appear to be from the outside, the Blood Elf Nation is living, breathing example of what tenacity means. These people have nearly been driven to extinction, more than once, and yet, despite overwhelming, damning odds, they manage to hang onto themselves just enough to find a chance at a future. This speaks of their inner spirit, much like human beings, who for all their petty concerns, are a tenacious race, determined to march on, no matter what befalls them. Thus, the Blood Elves have withstood the fates, more than once, and remained strong in the face of so much adversity.

Such knowledge never really brought comfort to the young Blood Elf who know stood atop a small crag, looking out at the setting sun as it dipped into the sea. Only this view before her, made Infernica Darktalon swell with pride in her bosom. She was a construct, and doomed to a life of servitude for the most part, but she maintained a mortal soul, and with that mortal soul, ambition, and desire, took root early on in her existence. She grew up alongside the other Blood Elf children, doing what those creatures did, but she was always just out of reach of the most intimate encounters that most children experience. She knew nothing of love, nor friendship, and instead knew only a deep-seated, burning desire for power. That power came in the guise of arcane lore, studies into ideas long lost (or hidden on purpose), or just plain curiosity.

It was around the age of seventeen, which is actually one-hundred standard human years, when Infernica's master, Proctor Silen, was found partially burned to ash, within the walls of his beloved 'study'. Local tales of course spun that the old hermit bastard had somehow managed to botch one spell too many, as was often the case with over-ambitious students of the Arcane. One theory sang the praises of a rival Warlock who had grown tired of his excess and killed him out of spite to remove his influence in the Undercity. Only Inferica Darktalon, "borne" from a spell on some unspeakably dark night years before, knew the real story of her 'master's' untimely demise: She had used a an immolate spell on him as he slept, killing him before he could even cry out at his killer.

In a rational society, this would be viewed as a cold, calculated murder. In Blood Elf society, the only murder ever recognized as such was when a leader of the Silvermoon Far Striders or their contingents were slain. Proctor Silen, for all his posturing as a "Imminent Diabolic Master", had been a mere curiosity in the Sunwell Court for ages, and a token irritant to his closest neighbors. He lived as he had died, a holed up, reclusive bookworm with his nose to the flame. Thus, no one really cared THAT he died, they simply were glad he did.

Nonetheless, Blood Elven Law was clear on the stricture of land and title. Upon the death of a Proctor, revered or reviled, his next of kin would garner his estate. Proctor Silen had no kin, save his "child", Infernica Lorebane. She was left with all his considerable holdings, both financial and scholarly. She was firmly aware of this being her destiny, should anything "befall" his decrepit flesh.