Ah, you must be misremembering.
In fact, your sister died in the same battle. No one could say how it happened, how she tripped, how she fell behind, how you wound up alone.
What happened next, though, everyone remembers quite keenly. The little Anchorite named Tanria died in that same battle. Whoever emerged next, the woman they called Judgment, was someone darker, someone crueler, someone infinitely more savage than even the orcs.
Reports came soon after of a woman in tattered robes stalking the wilds of Draenor, killing any orc that dared wander there. Rumor became fact, as orcish tribes began seeing hunters and warriors they had sent out impaled on spikes and trees. Fact became legend, as orcish mothers would try to discipline young children with the idea that Judgment was somewhere out there and would come for them if they did not behave.
But strong as she was, she was but one woman. The Horde processed through the Dark Portal and history changed much as it had, until the Exodar crashed on Azeroth. No one knew how she had gotten on or who she was when she rose from the wreckage and set off into the wilds, as if on a mission.
But it was known, from that point forward, that the stories of Judgment, the Woman in Black, would once again haunt the orcish campfires as one by one, they disappeared."
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
That was the only thing on Tanria’s mind as she navigated throguh the Overgrowth—away from the killing fields of Forward Point. It was a double-edged sword, navigating through the dense brush of high grass, weeds and large, thorny vines that obscured the night sky and any light the Pale Lady would’ve casted down below in the Barrens. The draenei could only take comfort in the fact that she was not discovered yet.
But she had not yet found her friend. Though she knew Kanas was more than capable of taking care of himself, she also realized, from when they spoke last, that the Fourth War continued to haunt him. And that the wilds of the Overgrowth were not so different from the jungles of Krasarang where he had been assigned to for the past six months. There was no doubt he was begining to have flashbacks of that time. That place.
She had to find him soon.
All hell broke loose as soon as the dead, charred body of the Alliance official hit the ground—the one thing that kept the Alliance and the Horde from turning on one another yesterday. Whatever restraints the Vanguard had were cast aside as they rallied their own in retaliation against the Horde. As soon as the fighting broke out, the draenei broke out into a full sprint back to Forward Point—the sniper following not far behind her.
No. She wouldn’t fight here. She wouldn’t take part in violating the ceasefire.
The men at the Forward Point were confused to see the two of them return, and were even more alarmed as they were sounds of battle off into the distance. Where they grey flag of neutrality once stood, there were flames as battle broke out between the two sides. Beside her on the hill near the wooden watchtower, Kanas was busy kicking up dirt in anger, the fustration clear in his voice. “… the hell with this. We DO NOT NEED TO REIGNITE THE WAR!”
Tanria, by contrast, looked much more calmer. Resignation was clear on her face, though she looked just as disappointed as the sniper. “It is an inevitability. Still, with how recently this had concluded, you would think people would wish for a bit of peace.”
"…. yeah. Well people are apparently mighty stupid," Kanas muttered as he stomped at the ground. "More than half of our boyas are missin’ limbs, eyes, ears… or are broken spiritually. I get the anger; I really do. But this’ll help nobody in th’ long run."
Tanria shook her head. “…Hah. Some people and their bloodlust.” The smile on her face was twisted and grim, though even that began to melt away as the tiny specks out in the fields grew in size and numbers. Her eyes went wide as she began to take several steps back, recognizing the clear red and black insigina of the Horde on one of their banners. Around her, the other men at the Point began to realize what was happening—the price that the Vanguard paid for their retaliation was about to felt upon the entire camp as many ran for their weapons with fear on their face.
"They… by the Light.."
Even as she was moving back, Kanas was still frozen in place. Eyes wide as his hands instinctively went to his weapon.
"Kanas!" she screamed. "KANAS!"
He shook his head as if getting himself out of a daze as he turned to face her. “Tanria?”
The battle had come to Forward Point as spells and steel flew in every direction. Cries in Common and Orcish threatened to drown out her voice as she began to retreat back, dodging stray fireballs and arrows as she made her way towards the overgrowth of thorns and trees. “East into the Overgrowth!”
When she saw the sniper nod his head in affirmation, she only thought about reaching the brush. If I can make it here, then they won’t find me…
“The Mysticism of Tanria” was commissioned by the creator of the character of the same name. Here are a few words they used to describe Tanria’s personality:
“She keeps her face hidden in shadow to hide her identity, and her robes cover the multitude of scar and injuries that she had procured during her long years of service. She does not speak much about herself and tends to keep many secrets. She is paranoid, quick to expect a fight and tends to expect the worse-case scenario. Yet those that are able to work past her defenses find a woman who longs to reclaim the things that she lost in war.
If there’s anything she’s renowned for, it’s her tenacity and her unwavering will. Surrender is never an option for her, and she will fight tooth and nail against her foes rather than roll over and surrender.”
The words that I tried to balance here in the music are mysterious yet proud. The flipping between major and minor chords at the onset of the work produces the feeling of unease that one may expect upon meeting someone who “…keeps her face hidden in shadow to hide her identity…” The pride comes in later, after Tanria’s mysterious nature melts away into a more robust and glorious conclusion. The mystery of Tanria returns as the final notes in the harp pose a sonic question rather than produce a solid answer.
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Magdalena Frackowiak | VIKTOR & ROLF FW 2012 (PFW)
Despite her undead state, Tanria still leans very heavily on the Holy Light as far as both combat prowess and philosophical outlook on life. Initially, this was out of reluctance to accept what happened to her—going so far as to reestablish her connection to the Light despite the immense amount of pain she went through to do so (and continues to experience as a Light-wielder) She has dabbled briefly into shadow magic, but not to extent to someone people have in her circle of friends.
Philosophically, she still holds the three virtues of the Holy Light close to her heart and rejects the idea of divine humanism. However, her experience with the Draenor war with the orcs have twisted her view on the first virtue—respect. She sees the orcs (and the blood elves for a time) as barbarians incapable of comprehending reason, compassion, and mercy and believes that they are incapable of doing good. Thus, they are unworthy of their lives because she cannot believe that they can give back to the universe in a positive light. She has a “eye for an eye” outlook, which explains her vengeful streak.
She has relented on the blood elves in recent times, but it is likely that the orcs have earned her eternal hatred and it will be difficult, if not impossible, to change that.
((Here’s something interesting for some… about a year ago, I did a character interview thing for Tanria. Picking out the cream of the crop, so to speak, but it’s interesting to see how some things have changed, while others have remained the same.))
Q: ”What is your fondest childhood memory?”
A: Tanria’s tilts her head upward, cracking a small smile.
"My induction as an Anchorite within the halls of Shattrath. It was a day of celebration and joy for my village and my family—especially for my mother in whose footsteps I followed. There was a ceremony where a small group of us—no more than ten who were all from different villages—that were presented with blessed vestments after we preformed our final rites as acolytes to become anchorites. Even the Divine Prophet came to address us, which was a big deal since most of us did not live within the capital. I suppose that I was not exactly a child as I was well in my 400’s when I was inducted, but it feels like it’s been a lifetime ago since then."
Q: “Favorite food? This question is mandatory.”
A: “There’s a fish that thrives in the waters of Nagrand. The name escapes me, but it was very flaky, and it didn’t have much of a fishy smell after being cooked, and was very delicious. My elder sister showed me how squeezing a bit of lemon juice on the meat made it even tastier, and to this day, it’s something I do whenever I eat cooked fish.”
Q: “Scariest moment of your life?”
A: Tanria closes her eyes.
"It was my first time out in the battlefield when our people were at war with the orcs. Until then, I had been tending to the injured away from the front-lines. However, we began to find that the orcs were… they were using foul magic of the man’ari. By the time the injured arrived in our medical encampments, they were already dead. I was picked along with three others to be sent with the next platoon. The four of us were frightened at what awaited us on the battlefield, so much so that we had trouble sleeping the night before. In the morning, we were all deployed out into the forests near the holy resting place of Auchindoun to stop the orcs from marching in on one of the nearby villages.
I remember that day because the birds did not sing. It felt like a funeral procession.
When we arrived at our destination, they stood there—as if they were waiting for us with their tooth-edged blades and fearsome demons. They had become poisoned and drunk on fel energy with their unnaturally green-tinged skin and blood red eyes. Some even had the gall to smeared the lifeblood of our fallen kinsmen on their faces.
The one who led us here spoke to us briefly before we heard the thunderous roar of a thousand orcs screaming for our blood. It was louder than a crack of lightning as I felt the raw power of their voices vibrate inside my chest. It was felt with such contempt… such malice that I could feel my heart stop—seized in fear. My legs threatened to buckle under me, and I could see that some of the others were feeling the same that I did.
Until then, I didn’t understand why they wished to wage war on us. But it was in that moment that I realized they didn’t need a reason. Being alive was our crime, and our punishment? Death.”
The draenei takes a deep breath as she opens her eyes before speaking once more.
"I could not comprehend their hatred for us, and that frightened me. Without comprehension, you have no control. I was trained as an Anchorite to regain control in any dispute by finding the root of the issue if we had any hopes of settling problems out. But, what happens when you find yourself in a situation where just being alive is justification enough to fuel a war? Irrational hatred is a frightening thing.
However, in my fear, I also found courage. I decided then, that I would give them a reason to hate me. Give them a reason to hate me more than the fact that I am draenei.”
Tanria smiles, if a little wickedly.
"I experienced fear and turned it into courage. And that’s what keeps me alive even now."
Q: ”How do you view the idea of a lifelong commitment to one person?”
A: “I… the life of a draenei spans thousands, and thousands of years. I have already lived for over a millennia, and some would still see me as a child. Others have lived even longer—some dating back to the flight from Argus, and that took place well over 25,000 years ago.”
Tanria shakes her head.
"We are an ageless race, therefore the idea of making only a single connection with someone is absurd—even moreso after the war on Draenor. We do not die until it is our time to. Even my mother and father held commitments to other draenei as well in addition to the ones they had to one another. And, I’m sure that this is a mindset that will continue on for a very long time."
Q: “What is one of your biggest insecurities?”
A: “Being unable to do anything when I’m needed the most. And then there times where I fear that the Light will leave me…”
Q: ”Pet peeve?”
A: Tanria growls abhorrently.
"Cowards that have thrown away their will to fight and have resigned themselves to fate. If you do not have the tenacity to fight to your dying breath, then you have no place on the battlefield."
Q: ”What would you say your top priority is?”
A: “Securing the safety of the Alliance and its citizens. If war must be fought in order to achieve peace, then so be it.”
Q: ”You can only save one thing from a fire. What is it?”
A: Tanria rests a hand above her chest.
"The robes I received from my Anchorite induction. It is the only reminder I have left of my old life."