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Darsolenew Duskmantle

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Darsolenew Du'Manté was born around 30 years before the Orcish invasion of Azeroth and the first war to a large family of the Gilnean aristocracy. He spent much of his youth with his parents on their estates in the south of the country, which overlooked Baradin Bay from their position on the grey cliffs of Gilneas. When he came of age, marked in Gilnean society on the 19th summer of the son, his father, Baron Theodite Du’Mánte, saw fit to dispatch him to receive an education in Dalaran, for it was customary for the Gilnean nobility to afford such sumptuous privileges to their offspring.

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Darsolenew Duskmantle

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His ashes are spread outside the Greymane wall

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Darsolenew Du'Manté was born around 30 years before the Orcish invasion of Azeroth and the first war to a large family of the Gilnean aristocracy. He spent much of his youth with his parents on their estates in the south of the country, which overlooked Baradin Bay from their position on the grey cliffs of Gilneas. When he came of age, marked in Gilnean society on the 19th summer of the son, his father, Baron Theodite Du’Mánte, saw fit to dispatch him to receive an education in Dalaran, for it was customary for the Gilnean nobility to afford such sumptuous privileges to their offspring. Within the city Darsolenew perfected his study of the arcane, including the elements of fire and water, oration, in which he proved himself a great speaker, and warfare, which he showed a particular interest in. Overall the young heir was most succesful in his wielding of fire, an arcane element he showed a deep afinity for. With evident joy the Art of War was learnt and very quickly, it seemed to him, it was apparent that a military career was where destiny directed him. In advancing with such prowess Darsolenew proved admonishing of other arts, for the other elements he had no concern and his studies were erratic and whimsical in there diligence. While a son leapt forward in countless graceful arts Theodite Du’Mánte had been dispatched to the Isle of Kul’Tiras as leader of the ambassadorial assembly stationed there. While deprived of his beloved homeland the ageing Baron ailed, longing for a sight of the grey crags of Gilneas, and each time his son allowed himself freedom from his studious work, he found his father sunk in trouble and woe. Seven sun-kissed summers were spent in studies. Many friends of Du’Mánte now also worked in the city and growing in age and power, as they prepared to grasp their entailed estates, the group of aspiring nobles soon became drawn closer in friendship and familiarity. At last Darsolenew was to return to his father in Kul’Tiras, the “bleak wild” as the Gilnean aristocracy scornfully termed it, it was in the first year of his staying on the island that the Lady Catherine Du’Mánte passed away. Theodite was struck with grief, overcome with bitter misery at the death of his adored companion he threw himself, some say that very eve, into the churning maw of the gaping ocean. Darsolenew Du'Manté was shattered by the suicide. And it did not seem difficult for the Family of Falkirk, who lorded the neighbouring barony, to play upon the suspicious circumstances of a dead father in the presence of an ambitious son. Shunned by those upon whom his trust had rested, including his Machiavellian neighbours in the family of Fredrik Falkirk, Du’Mánte, now approaching the 30th summer of his life, fled south. Horrified at the reckless abandonment of all sincerity, of all gallantry (values which he held closest to his wounded heart), he endured the arduous journey to the southern kingdom of Stormwind, where none knew of him nor of what was said of him.