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The young priestess felt empty, lost and confused. She died long ago but she couldn't believe it yet, her only memory was of her with her little brother, James, talking about her adventures as a soldier of the alliance and her wishes for leave that life. She didn't enjoy all of wars that she saw although the young she was, all the deaths of the people who fainted: As much as Soldiers as much as innocents. But James admired all the forces of the heroes of Azeroth and every brave hero in the army, he said to his big sister that he respected her wish after a long time, at least that was trying but he told her that he wanted fight next to his sister when he grew up as a loyal and devoted paladin and have the opportunity to protect her and their beloved Stormwind from the wicked Horde, The priestess knew inside her that the dream of James was born partly from a desire of revenge; Their parents died in a battle against the horde and before that day they always told to their children that just mattered the honor in battle for defend all that they had to love and for they that was their home and their family, no one had the right to steal that from them and if that ever happen everyone would pay forever for that sin. The priestess and his little brother grew up with those ideas in their mind but she couldn't hold anymore after every war that she saw until that moment, in fact, she always belived inside her that everyone deserve forgiveness and live a paecefull life. She tried to tell her brother how cruel wars are and the both factions in some way believe that they are doing the right thing in their own way but but his brother couldn't take it and shouted: How can you say something like that? Mother and father had prepared us to know how cruel the world is and you weren't there to save them, now you show pity for those beasts... I don't even know why I try to understand you, I hate you sister and because of you and all that pity that is bllinding you our parents were killed like animals, I don't want to see you again sister I hate you, I really hate you Nora.- After those words James runned far from her and Nora runned after him, that was her last memory alive, a bitter and painful memory that was consuming her and she needed to find answers. How long has it been since that conversation? What happened to his brother? Did anyone was taking care of him? How did she died? Did she was murdered? How long she has been dead and why she has been ressurected by the Valkyr of the Dark Lady Sylvanas Windrunner? Nowadays she is a forsaken and she doesn't even remember how her life was snatched away and she just want to remember what happened to her and to his brother and where were him if he's still alive. The priestess walked around the tirisfal glades trying to think about her life and making and effort for remembering all the facts after that day with his brother and looked to the piece of cloth that he held in his right hand, it was in their bag when she "waked up" from her long dream. That piece was red there had wrote with yellow script : "Al diel shala Nora ". She can't understand anything, not even why she had that cloth in Thalassian language, her family and her never kept in touch with any elf. Her "freewill" it would give her time to think and know the truth around her life.

(lore of my WoW character) SPA
La joven sacerdotisa se sintió vacía, perdida y confundida. Murió hace mucho tiempo pero aún no podía creerlo, su único recuerdo era de ella con su hermano pequeño, James, hablando de sus aventuras como soldado de la alianza y sus deseos de dejar esa vida. No disfrutó todas las guerras que vio a pesar de su juventud, todas las muertes de las personas que se perdieron: tanto como soldados como inocentes. Pero James admiraba a todas las fuerzas de los héroes de Azeroth y de todos los héroes valientes del ejército, le dijo a su hermana mayor que respetaba su deseo después de mucho tiempo, al menos eso lo estaba intentando, pero él le dijo que quería pelear junto a su hermana cuando el creciera como un paladín leal y devoto y tuviera la oportunidad de protegerla a ella y a su amada Ventormenta de la malvada Horda, la sacerdotisa sabía en su interior que el sueño de James nació en parte de un deseo de venganza; Sus padres murieron en una batalla contra la horda y antes de ese día siempre les decían a sus hijos que solo importaba el honor en la batalla para defender todo lo que tenían que amar y para ellos eso era su hogar y su familia, nadie tenía derecho robarles eso y si eso alguna vez sucediera, todos pagarían para siempre por ese pecado. La sacerdotisa y su hermano pequeño crecieron con esas ideas en mente pero ella no aguantó más después de cada guerra que vio hasta ese momento , de hecho; siempre creyó dentro de ella que todos merecen el perdón y vivir una vida pacífica. Ella intento decirle a su hermano lo crueles que son las guerras y que en cierto sentido ambas facciones creen hacer lo correcto a su manera, pero su hermano no pudo aguantar y gritó: Como puedes decir algo asi? Madre y Padre nos prepararon para saber lo cruel que es el mundo y no estuviste allí para salvarles, ahora muestras piedad por esas bestias... No se porque me molesto en entenderte, te odio hermana y por ti y por tu piedad que te esta cegando nuestros padres han sido asesinados como animales. No quiero volver a verte hermana, te odio, de verdad que te odio Nora.- Después de esas palabras James corrió lejos de ella y Nora intentó correr tras el, ese es su ultimó recuerdo viva, un amargo y doloroso recuerdo que la estaba consumiendo y necesitaba encontrar respuestas. ¿Cuánto tiempo ha pasado desde esa conversación? ¿Qué pasó con su hermano? ¿Alguien estaba cuidando de el? ¿Cómo murió ella? ¿Fue asesinada? ¿Cuánto tiempo lleva muerta y por qué las Valkyr de la Dama Oscura Sylvanas Brisaveloz la han revivido? Hoy en día es una desamparada y ni siquiera recuerda cómo le arrebataron la vida y solo quiere recordar lo que le pasó a ella y a su hermano y dónde estaba él si todavía está vivo. La sacerdotisa caminó por los claros de tirisfal tratando de pensar en su vida y esforzándose por recordar todos los hechos después de ese día con su hermano y miró el trozo de tela que sostenía en su mano derecha, estaba en su bolso cuando ella "despertó" de su largo sueño. Esa pieza era roja y había escrito con letras amarillas: "Al diel shala Nora". Ella no puede entender nada, ni siquiera por qué tenía esa tela en idioma thalassiano, su familia y ella nunca se mantuvieron en contacto con ningún elfo. Su "libre albedrío" le daría tiempo para pensar y conocer la verdad en torno a su vida

COLOR MEANING ;
BLUE ; Calm, Armony , purity , fantasy, dreams, meditation, loyalty, order, wistfulness
YELLOW; Light, energy, happiness, power, abundance.
GRAY ; Inability of decide, coldness, energyless, sadness, doubt.

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Description
(lore of my WoW character) ENG
The young priestess felt empty, lost and confused. She died long ago but she couldn't believe it yet, her only memory was of her with her little brother, James, talking about her adventures as a soldier of the alliance and her wishes for leave that life. She didn't enjoy all of wars that she saw although the young she was, all the deaths of the people who fainted: As much as Soldiers as much as innocents. But James admired all the forces of the heroes of Azeroth and every brave hero in the army, he said to his big sister that he respected her wish after a long time, at least that was trying but he told her that he wanted fight next to his sister when he grew up as a loyal and devoted paladin and have the opportunity to protect her and their beloved Stormwind from the wicked Horde, The priestess knew inside her that the dream of James was born partly from a desire of revenge; Their parents died in a battle against the horde and before that day they always told to their children that just mattered the honor in battle for defend all that they had to love and for they that was their home and their family, no one had the right to steal that from them and if that ever happen everyone would pay forever for that sin. The priestess and his little brother grew up with those ideas in their mind but she couldn't hold anymore after every war that she saw until that moment, in fact, she always belived inside her that everyone deserve forgiveness and live a paecefull life. She tried to tell her brother how cruel wars are and the both factions in some way believe that they are doing the right thing in their own way but but his brother couldn't take it and shouted: How can you say something like that? Mother and father had prepared us to know how cruel the world is and you weren't there to save them, now you show pity for those beasts... I don't even know why I try to understand you, I hate you sister and because of you and all that pity that is bllinding you our parents were killed like animals, I don't want to see you again sister I hate you, I really hate you Nora.- After those words James runned far from her and Nora runned after him, that was her last memory alive, a bitter and painful memory that was consuming her and she needed to find answers. How long has it been since that conversation? What happened to his brother? Did anyone was taking care of him? How did she died? Did she was murdered? How long she has been dead and why she has been ressurected by the Valkyr of the Dark Lady Sylvanas Windrunner? Nowadays she is a forsaken and she doesn't even remember how her life was snatched away and she just want to remember what happened to her and to his brother and where were him if he's still alive. The priestess walked around the tirisfal glades trying to think about her life and making and effort for remembering all the facts after that day with his brother and looked to the piece of cloth that he held in his right hand, it was in their bag when she "waked up" from her long dream. That piece was red there had wrote with yellow script : "Al diel shala Nora ". She can't understand anything, not even why she had that cloth in Thalassian language, her family and her never kept in touch with any elf. Her "freewill" it would give her time to think and know the truth around her life.

(lore of my WoW character) SPA
La joven sacerdotisa se sintió vacía, perdida y confundida. Murió hace mucho tiempo pero aún no podía creerlo, su único recuerdo era de ella con su hermano pequeño, James, hablando de sus aventuras como soldado de la alianza y sus deseos de dejar esa vida. No disfrutó todas las guerras que vio a pesar de su juventud, todas las muertes de las personas que se perdieron: tanto como soldados como inocentes. Pero James admiraba a todas las fuerzas de los héroes de Azeroth y de todos los héroes valientes del ejército, le dijo a su hermana mayor que respetaba su deseo después de mucho tiempo, al menos eso lo estaba intentando, pero él le dijo que quería pelear junto a su hermana cuando el creciera como un paladín leal y devoto y tuviera la oportunidad de protegerla a ella y a su amada Ventormenta de la malvada Horda, la sacerdotisa sabía en su interior que el sueño de James nació en parte de un deseo de venganza; Sus padres murieron en una batalla contra la horda y antes de ese día siempre les decían a sus hijos que solo importaba el honor en la batalla para defender todo lo que tenían que amar y para ellos eso era su hogar y su familia, nadie tenía derecho robarles eso y si eso alguna vez sucediera, todos pagarían para siempre por ese pecado. La sacerdotisa y su hermano pequeño crecieron con esas ideas en mente pero ella no aguantó más después de cada guerra que vio hasta ese momento , de hecho; siempre creyó dentro de ella que todos merecen el perdón y vivir una vida pacífica. Ella intento decirle a su hermano lo crueles que son las guerras y que en cierto sentido ambas facciones creen hacer lo correcto a su manera, pero su hermano no pudo aguantar y gritó: Como puedes decir algo asi? Madre y Padre nos prepararon para saber lo cruel que es el mundo y no estuviste allí para salvarles, ahora muestras piedad por esas bestias... No se porque me molesto en entenderte, te odio hermana y por ti y por tu piedad que te esta cegando nuestros padres han sido asesinados como animales. No quiero volver a verte hermana, te odio, de verdad que te odio Nora.- Después de esas palabras James corrió lejos de ella y Nora intentó correr tras el, ese es su ultimó recuerdo viva, un amargo y doloroso recuerdo que la estaba consumiendo y necesitaba encontrar respuestas. ¿Cuánto tiempo ha pasado desde esa conversación? ¿Qué pasó con su hermano? ¿Alguien estaba cuidando de el? ¿Cómo murió ella? ¿Fue asesinada? ¿Cuánto tiempo lleva muerta y por qué las Valkyr de la Dama Oscura Sylvanas Brisaveloz la han revivido? Hoy en día es una desamparada y ni siquiera recuerda cómo le arrebataron la vida y solo quiere recordar lo que le pasó a ella y a su hermano y dónde estaba él si todavía está vivo. La sacerdotisa caminó por los claros de tirisfal tratando de pensar en su vida y esforzándose por recordar todos los hechos después de ese día con su hermano y miró el trozo de tela que sostenía en su mano derecha, estaba en su bolso cuando ella "despertó" de su largo sueño. Esa pieza era roja y había escrito con letras amarillas: "Al diel shala Nora". Ella no puede entender nada, ni siquiera por qué tenía esa tela en idioma thalassiano, su familia y ella nunca se mantuvieron en contacto con ningún elfo. Su "libre albedrío" le daría tiempo para pensar y conocer la verdad en torno a su vida

COLOR MEANING ;
BLUE ; Calm, Armony , purity , fantasy, dreams, meditation, loyalty, order, wistfulness
YELLOW; Light, energy, happiness, power, abundance.
GRAY ; Inability of decide, coldness, energyless, sadness, doubt.

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