I gaze out my window into the stormy night, the pelting rain and howling wind as constant as my swirling thoughts. A new writing commission has come to pen the tale of Uther the Paladin for eager readers of old Azeroth’s legends.
Where to begin? Uther what fires drove this noble soul to take up sword and shield in the neverending battle between the holy light and shadows? What hopes, what horrors has he witnessed over decades of sacrificing all for both kingdom and faith?
I take up pen in hand, feeling its weight, hoping it may channel some essence of this hero. My ink will tell of Uther’s beginnings a young paladin in training, inspired by crusaders of old. It will try to capture his idealism, his burning desire to protect the innocent at any cost. And convey too his blossoming friendship with that other legendary figure, the Last Guardian Medivh.
The tale will not end happily, alas. I must recount Uther’s tragic role in the fall of Stormwind, and Medivh’s corruption. How it must have broken Uther’s heart to realize even his most trusted ally had betrayed them. Yet it was in that darkness that Uther’s true mettle was forged. He would not falter from his sacred duties, rebuilding the broken knights into the holy Silver Hand.
Days and nights will I labor on this work, hoping to do Justice to Uther’s unyielding spirit. If my words can kindle others’ admiration for this selfless champion, it will have been a task well worth the toil. The storm continues its rage outside, yet inside, by the fire’s warm glow, inspiration is taking wing. Now begins the epic tale…
Where shall I continue Uther’s tale? Perhaps with his heroic defense of Stormwind as it was besieged on all sides after Medivh’s treachery? I see the scene unfold the paladin gathered his weary brethren in the throne room, bolstering their resolve despite the heaviness in their hearts.
My friends, this is our city, our home, and these people are our charge. Though darkness comes, have faith the Light is with us still. None shall pass while one of the Silver Hand yet stands! For Stormwind!
His rousing words rekindled the knights’ fire, and as orcs burst through the breached gates they met a wall of righteous fury. Uther was everywhere at once, shield bashing, hammer swinging, light healing all wounds an indomitable bulwark against which the savage horde broke like waves. How long they held I know not, only that when at last the battered survivors made their escape, not one civilian had fallen to the enemy.
The price was high however. Injuries from that day would long trouble Uther, as would losing his beloved city. But he had protected his people as he ever sworn to do, and in that he found solace. Now exiled, he turned his focus to defending the remnants of humanity across the realm, becoming a symbol of hope in dark times. His legend had only begun… where next shall I guide his story? I await your command, and my pen stands ready.