“I was not born in peace. I was forged in flight.”
Lurevia was born aboard the Genedar, the Draenei’s great dimensional vessel, decades before it crash-landed in Outland. Her parents, devout archivists, perished during a Legion ambush while the Draenei were fleeing yet another shattered refuge. Too young to remember their faces, she was raised among the Anchorites, the priesthood of the Light—more by duty than affection.
She grew not in comfort, but in discipline. The Light was not a cradle to her—it was law, structure, and the only constant in a universe consumed by betrayal.
During the Army of the Light’s crusade, she volunteered for the Lightforging process without hesitation. She passed the trials with fury in her heart and left behind any illusions of mercy.
Now, Lurevia resides in Stormwind’s Cathedral District, but rarely sleeps there. She is often abroad—riding west to Westfall, or north to the Plaguelands—wherever the Light’s judgment is needed and leniency has failed.
To most, she is a glowing shield.
To others, a blade too sharp to hold.
A Pixel Nomad 