Family Portrait - The Chess Family

It is said that long ago, a group of adventurers was tasked with retrieving the most unlikely item from the innermost sanctum of Strathholm: A painting of Azeroth’s twin moons, the White Lady and Blue Child, that held great personal value to Highlord Tirion Fordring whilst he lived. Beknownst to only a few, the moons held a secret, a painting within a painting. Underneath was a memory of another time, a family portrait of Tirion Fordring, his wife Karandra, and his son Taelan in his arms along the beachside of Caer Darrow (before doom visited that keep). As the story goes, it was the Highlord’s fondest memory, for at that moment, with his son in his arms, he felt a bond of love and family that would last with him forever.

Bishop Chess could never be sure how much of the tale was true and how much was the poet spinning another yarn of romance, even as an adult, but as he put the portrait in his hands in a spot of honor among the various boxes in the attic of the family home... Maybe there was some truth to it. With all that had visited the family when he was growing up alongside his siblings, and all that fell upon the family now, a reminder of happier, simpler times was not unwelcome.

“Bishop!” Cassia, his youngest sister, called from the bottom of the ladder, arms full of another crate meant for storage, “You alright?”

“Yeah...” He looked at the painting one last time before reaching for the box in her hands, “I’m alright. Just reorganizing to make room.” 

“Well, hurry up!” Reina, the other sister, whined somewhere below him, “Let Baron do it when he gets back with Ma. He’s better at it anyway.”

The eldest brother rolled his eyes at the mention of his twin, “Aye, just like Cass is better at cookin’!”

Laughter echoed through the home as the four Chess siblings went back to work, making room for new memories to take center stage.