Chaelly Ebonlight

Chaelly is a blood elf (former high elf) Holy Priestess. She's about 3000 years old. She's held high positions in the Silvermoon healers' circles, and is extremely respected there. She was recruited into the Hand almost by accident as Keelani Duskmourne called on the priestess to heal a gravely injured Sswatcho after an attack on him severed his arm, in addition to having a deep seated magical curse/poison. Feeling inadequately trained for what was needed, Chaelly sought the magic training of one Sen'gir, now the Runebearer of the Path, gainning knowledge in potions and rituals, which aided her in setting up and channeling a ritual that saved the Tauren leader's life. Since that time she has taken the Hand Oath, and become a member of the House of Unity.

Not much is known of Chaelly's earlier life, though she did confide to Neri that she'd once had a daughter. Though we assume this daughter is long since deceased, Chaelly has shared no additional information.

UPDATE: The story of Chaelly Ebonlight as told to Neriren Northwind: "This was nearly three thousand years ago. I was only about fifty years old." She falls silent for a moment. "Such a long time ago, yet it sometimes feels like yesterday. We - our clan, had recently moved into what will become the lands of the Sin'dorai. I met a young man, an elf of high station and good family. Our families approved of our marriage, so we were wed. 'A good match' they called it. I was studying magic, not so much healing magic, but arcane. He was a leader of our fighting force, much like Kwyn was in her younger days. She reminds me of him, a little. So fierce." Chaelly stops, thinking. "Soon there was a child on the way, with much rejoicing. Our daughter was born, and while I think my husband was a little disappointed that he didn't have a son to carry the family name, he came to dote on our daughter. Her name was Amara."

"She was so bright, our Amara. So full of passion and life. You remind me of her in that regard, more than a little - that indefinable something that you know will one day change worlds. As she grew up that something just grew all the brighter. She was a warrior, our girl, and trained fiercely with weapons under her father's tutalege. And as she shown brighter and brighter something... dark began to grow in him. I think it was sparked by jealousy. Everyone loved her so much, but while they respected him he was not especially well liked." Chaelly pauses again, obviously struggling a little here. "He and I had grown so far apart over those last few years. I didn't see what was growing in him until it was too late. And Amara loved her father deeply. That blinded her, I think, to what he was becoming. There was an attack on our south western border. He was injured, though not seriously. Just enough to justify, in my opinion, sending her in charge of the squad instead of going himself." She stops now, entirely, for several minutes. Clearly the story is not finished.

Chaelly's hand tightens on Neri's and she takes a deep breath. "She came to me just before she left, angry. Why did I hate him, who had done nothing but be a good husband and father, a good general for our people? Why was I so unfeeling? So hard? I couldn't explain to her, she wouldn't hear me. I didn't hate him then. I feared him. I don't know what he'd said to her, to turn my child against me. I know there was something. But that hurtful accusation was the last thing she said to me. The southern border breech was an ambush. None of her patrol returned. We had no word for days, and when there was word it was incomplete. Only that they were all lost.

"I would have confronted my husband, would have demanded answers, but alas, there was another attack, and he went to meet it, and was killed. I didn't mourn him. There were too many hard words between us at that point. But I will always mourn her. I will always wonder, but never have answers.

"There were rumors even then that it wasn't the trolls who attacked that day, but some other dark force. But I have no proof. All I can know for certain is that my bright light was lost that day. And it was on that day that I turned from arcane magic, from studying under the mages of the city, to healing magic. I needed first to heal myself, I thought, of the anger and the pain. I said I didn't hate him when she came to me that day. I didn't. But after that day I did. He didn't give me answers, but I saw it in his face, just for an instant, in the main square, when they were told the patrol was lost. That look, just for that instant, was satisfaction. For that, yes, I hated him."