The life of Trelev Windstrider on Everquest two.

Trelev was the son of Mary and Luden Windstrider, he grew up learning the art of magic, and faught alongside his father through alot of battles, he was taught how to preform ancient magic by his fathers teacher, at the wizard tower in South Qeynos, when he was off studying his father would think of the kind of person his son would turn out to be, Luden knew that if he was anything like him, he would turn out to be a great magician.

Trelev graduated from the wizard training courses at the top of the classes, and was rewarded with the posistion of High Wizard. After that..tradegy struck. One week after he graduated an army of Gnoll’s, Orc’s and Goblin’s attacked the city in which him and his father were. while in battle luden was struck down and killed, trelev still fighting back the monsters didn’t notice his father not by his side. after the battle was done and the monsters retreated, trelev wandered around the city calling for his dad.

“Luden! Luden! where are you father!” He called walking down the streets. A guard stepped up to the mage and said, “Trelev…We found your father wounded in the battlefield just outside the gates…we don’t think he will make it…he was hit very hard by one of the gnoll’s…” Trelev frantic asked where they had taken his father and the guard pointed to a bank. Trelev ran as fast as he could to the bank to find his father, laying on a bench with his left side tore from being hit with clubs and biten by gnoll’s.

“Father i am here..” trelev tried to say while holding back tears. “Trelev i want you to go back to Willow Wood, and keep mary safe…son…i love y…” luden managed to say as much as he could before he died from his wounds. Trelev went back to Willow Wood and found his mother and told her of the horrible tradegy that had befallen their family. A year after the incident, another seige on South Qeynos happened, this time Trelev was ready for them. Guards came rushing in the gates yelling “They are coming sir! they are going to be here in a short minute!…Sir!?”

As trelev turned around in bright red robes, a mage’s staff at his side, and a dark red fire elemental at his side, he said “Let them come, for today i avenge my father and all the men taken by their last seige..” the guard looked shocked, “Sir you cannot take that many monsters alone!”. “Ah, you are right, Alone I cannot taken them. But with the help of all the rangers and mages in South Qeynos, I can!” as he finished his sentence over 300 mages and rangers came down from the castle bridge and stood in ranks behind him. As the monsters breached the gates, the men and women charged. Soon after the men and women charged at them , they retreated to find themselves trapped at both gates. As the monsters stood shocked at what to do, Trelev stepped out.

“Now all you will pay for killing all the men and women on your last seige!” as he said that the rangers all fired their bows as fast as they could into the croud of monsters. Stunned at the sheer collectiveness that the Qeynosian’s had shown today they had no time to think before they were all struck down. Trelev went back to Willow Wood to find the village destroyed, his mother and everyone he knew and loved killed, after that day. Trelev swore to take on any Gnoll, Orc, or Goblin that he ever saw. To this day trelev is still fighting monsters to make sure that no one else has to face the same tragedy he did.

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  • Reader on Jul 9, 2008

    very long story, i like it

  • Haydn-Supertrog- on Jul 9, 2008

    awesome story

  • alyson on Jul 11, 2008

    long story!! I like it alot.

  • Mario on Jul 12, 2008

    Epic story :D if you know what that means :D

    If you don’t it means legendary

    I like it =D

  • Leafygreens08 on Aug 3, 2008

    Nice story. I have an EQ2 here also. Check it out if you get the chance. It’s called “Ak’Anon.”

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