An Introduction

I suppose that I should also explain a little bit about who I am before going any further.

My name is Lor'themar Theron.

I am the Regent Lord of Silvermoon City, Quel'Thalas.

If you had asked me as a child what I wanted to be when I grew up, this is probably not what I would have said. I became a Ranger. I worked for Lady Sylvanas Windrunner. Eventually I became her second-in-command. After she and King Anasterian fell during the Third War, I suppose I merely expected to take up her position as Ranger-General (although I knew my friend, Halduron Brightwing, was also a candidate), and Prince Kael'thas would assume the throne. But as you know from the history books: the government was in a questionable situation, Kael'thas went to help the Alliance to uphold his father's vow, and somehow I ended up as Regent Lord.

It hasn't been easy. Taking the job meant being under constant scrutiny. There's a huge difference between having leadership fall into your lap during a time of political chaos, and being groomed for the job as a prince during a time of (relative) peace. I'm not the Prince. There are statues in every doorway, and the arcane guardians used to be programmed to speak Kael'thas's name; a not-so-subtle reminder every time I leave Sunfury Spire. When Grand Magister Rommath came back from their jaunt in Outland to tell us about "Paradise," he assured our people that the Prince would return. My days as regent were to be limited, but I was determined to make them as prosperous as possible.

Suffering betrayal time and time again, I turned to my former boss: Sylvanas Windrunner. I admit being hot-headed upon learning of her resurrection and "freedom" from the Lich King's control. Originally, I wanted to hunt her down before another trusted comrade could betray us again. Yet I learned that some loyalties remain true beyond death. And so I eventually sought her out. She had become a member of the Horde--the new Horde, mind--and lobbied on the behalf of the Sin'dorei people for our inclusion. It was a humbling moment to know that many of our people would not be pleased with this arrangement, but we would not likely survive otherwise.

Prince Kael'thas did indeed return. Once again, we were betrayed from within. We have since renounced him, but his statues remain and I am still called regent. I can live with this arrangement. It is a reminder that I earned the position rather than inherited it by way of a bloodline.

Halduron has continued to be a good friend and strong leader. His appointment by the Farstriders as Ranger-General, Sylvanas's successor, was well-deserved. Rommath also holds a position of honor, and none will forget his efforts in rebuilding Silvermoon when he returned. I do question his loyalties on occasion, especially considering the relative ease with which Kael's forces were able to re-enter the city and steal back the naaru, M'uru. Lady Liadrin of the Blood Knight Order has done her part in Shattrath, establishing diplomatic ties with the naaru, A'dal.

All in all, we seem like a rather motley crew governing our people. But we all do what we must in order to survive. I spend my days negotiating with the Horde leaders and mediating between Halduron and Rommath when they butt heads. It's not quite the "freedom" I once enojoyed in the Ranger Corps, protecting the borders of Quel'Thalas from intrusion, but it is a job of protecting our home in a broader sense of the term.

At night I tend to fiddle with the Netherbox, and usually spend some time posting to Twitter. Thrall and I have become fairly close friends, and there are several others I chat with on a regular basis, including a few Alliance who actually are very nice. I admit, I tend to be shamelessly flirtatious (yes, with both men and women--but I refuse to admit my ultimate preference) even though my position of authority does not allow for much beyond flirtation right now. It sometimes gets me into trouble, but please understand: I'm a former Ranger who's cooped up in a building. We've been at war for so long that I believe we should enjoy some of the few pleasures we have granted to us. "Work hard, play hard" is one of my philosophies...the other being "Death before dishonor."

So if I flirt, I do so only with noble intentions. If I declare war, it is in defense of my people. I know I have some hedonistic tendencies: I enjoy good food, good drink, good company, and good comfort, but ALL in moderation. I enjoyed a simpler life during my Ranger days, and have experienced the excess of nobility. I prefer striking a respectable balance. I have ruthlessly slaughtered enemies, and have cut down friends who were raised before me as Scourge. I am good at keeping secrets. I often cry when I hear Lady Sylvanas sing. I tolerate Thrall's pet names. I will brazenly give Medivh a hard time (but only because I like the old coot). I swear I'm not mana-addicted (thank you, Cadistra! >.<). I just miss my mana tap.

Hopefully that gives you, dear readers, a little bit of insight to who I am. This journal should fill in the rest.