When looking at the new race and class combinations that are coming out with Cataclysm, some are far easier than others to digest, such as the addition of the hunter class to the human race. Of course the humans can be hunters, that's not a terribly far-fetched statement at all. But what about the other new race that, as of Cataclysm, gets to take up the bow and tame beasts as well? I'm speaking of the Forsaken, of course -- the thought of an undead creature holding a biscuit and coaxing a wolf to be his new best friend is just a little off-putting.
In Wrath, we've seen a sudden return of the dark rangers -- the forsaken remnants of what used to be Sylvanas' corps of elven rangers. As Ranger General of Silvermoon, Sylvanas led and commanded the Farstriders back before the Third War. After the events of the Third War, Sylvanas found herself turned into a banshee, and then after regaining her body, a dark ranger -- the first dark ranger of the Forsaken. But the Forsaken we play in game aren't really elven -- they're humans, the former residents of Lordaeron. How do they fit in? There's a few different and absolutely reasonable theories kicking around, but first we should take a look at the first and only human ranger lord -- Nathanos Marris.
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The arrival of the Scourge in Lordaeron changed a lot of people's lives -- Raleigh ended up joining the Scarlet Crusade. After witnessing innocent people being tortured because they were not members of the Scarlet Crusade, Raleigh left. He is now known as Raleigh the Devout, and lives in Southshore permanently, giving players a quest to assassinate many of the higher-ranking officials of the Scarlet Crusade. As for Bilger the Straight-laced, the war must not have been good to him, as he's taken to drinking ... heavily. No longer a paladin, Brewmeister Bilger now makes his home in the cellar of Southshore's inn.
As for Nathanos ... his fate was far worse than any could possibly imagine. Nathanos was the first and only ranger lord, appointed as such by Ranger General Sylvanas Windrunner. This is odd for a few different reasons, but the biggest one is that after the Second War, most of the high elves withdrew from society, choosing instead to remain in Quel'Thalas and Silvermoon where they could largely ignore the rest of the world in general. It's therefore a little strange that a human would garner the attention of the high elven rangers, and Sylvanas in particular -- but what we can take from this is that Nathanos must have been one hell of a ranger.
His heroics were not to last. After the fall of Stratholme, after the death of Terenas and the corruption of Arthas and as Lordaeron fell, the Scourge swept over the once-great nation. Town after town crumbled under the Scourge's assault, and Nathanos stood his ground on the little farm he called home as the wave of undead grew closer. Despite his training, despite his valiant efforts to defend the kingdom he loved, Nathanos Marris fell as well, murdered by the abomination Ramstein the Gorger. He awoke as Scourge, helpless under the Lich King's thrall.
Name: Nathanos Marris, Human Ranger Lord of Lordaeron.
Entry: Kael'thas Sunstrider's dissension in regards to my decision to allow Nathanos Marris into the order is noted. It should also be noted that Nathanos - although a human - is one of the most gifted rangers I have ever had the pleasure of training.
For millennia we have isolated ourselves from outsiders. I will be the first among us to admit that mistakes were made in the past. Humans should never have been exposed to magic. I will not deny this but I will not condemn us to this guarded existence for the blunders of our predecessors. There is much that a coexistence between the Quel'dorei and other races of the world can bring. We must practice tolerance.
It is with these words, then, that I deny Kael's request in regards to Nathanos Marris. He will prove to be an invaluable ally. Mark my words.
Ranger General of Silvermoon
The only thing SI:7 had to go on was that Nathanos Marris may have been slain by this "Blightcaller," but the truth was far less pleasant. After investigating the grounds around the Marris Stead, players uncover the ugly reality -- Nathanos is the Blightcaller, now a champion of the Banshee Queen. Unfortunately it is up to the player to deliver this unpleasant news to King Varian Wrynn:
Varian was right to ask players to bring an army -- a level 62 elite, Nathanos was no easy fight. In the original vanilla days, it was Bolvar that gave out the quest, and the Blightcaller took a full raid of 40 people to kill ... if you were lucky. More often than not people simply skipped this quest, as trying to wrangle 40 people together for something that wasn't Onyxia was generally an exercise in futility. The other catch? Nathanos was PvP flagged, so Horde players that discovered Nathanos under attack could and would quickly decimate an Alliance raid as soon as they opened up on the former ranger lord. For those that managed to succeed in destroying Nathanos, the rewards were pretty sweet. Upon returning to Stormwind and turning in the quest, players will find that King Varian has a few last words about the first, and only, human ranger lord:No. It... NO! How? An agent of the Forsaken? The CHAMPION of the Banshee Queen???
King Varian Wrynn slumps in defeat.
Do you know how many ranger lords exist in this world? How many human ranger lords have ever existed? Nathanos' accomplishments were unprecedented. He was a tactical genius, responsible for Alliance victories spanning a decade of conflict.
And now... the champion of the Forsaken.
No. This cannot be. Order must be restored. Gather an army, <name>. Return to the Plaguelands with your army and destroy the Blightcaller.
I wish you luck, <name>. Truly, you will need it for this battle.
It is a tragedy. I think... I believe that our kind is cursed, <name>. We are cursed to lose our greatest warriors; our most noble heroes; our most gifted scholars. We are indebted to you and I assure you, <name>, wherever Nathanos Marris is now, he smiles down upon you.