Power

Power is a wonderful thing. It is full and heady and delightful as it tingles through your soul. The rippling current of raw force obliterated any objection I might have had to the strange objects Nax has been communing with last night. I have not felt so full in a very long time.

He is so excited about the possibility of these strange arcane tools aiding him, and says he does so for my benefit. While I have touched the fel beyond, it has twisted him utterly and made him into the base creature that I care for. Why could I not accept these dying gifts of his once ally if they have the possibility of aiding him.

Before their offering to me, I had been cross with him. He had insisted he join me when I bid him to wait until I had come home. Of course, he would not, and found me trying to speak plainly with the Warmaster. I could not hold my tongue, that he would disappoint me so blatantly after defying me.

He brings out my anger, and my passion. Once I realized I would not be able to speak openly, I gave up. There is no point working myself up about such little disappointments. Once home, he took me to the study and showed me the items. They were ready for him, but they needed me to provide some of my soul to help restore his.

In return for my contribution, I received a gift of power and instructions. I am still feeling the effects of the endowment as it courses through me. I do not want it to end. Not yet. My soul and his will join, and with it I will consume as much of their energy as I can, and they can spare.

In the long run, I do not know if I am too selfish like the rest of my kind or not. I want to help him, I always have, but the sweet taste of the arcane brings with it an intense pleasure sensation I cannot resist, and a yearning for more.

Loa, do not let me become addicted.

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Comment by Keyalorian Haildawn on June 16, 2012 at 7:34pm: Have you had the opportunity to sample the taste of a Ley Line, as of yet? As I understand it, the sensation is maddening similar to your description.

Comment by Insein L'Mort on June 16, 2012 at 9:27pm: My dear Key, do you even remember where I live?

Comment by Keyalorian Haildawn on June 16, 2012 at 9:36pm: But of course, though I cannot truthfully say that I have paused to feel for the fonts of arcane therein. I fear that I do not often frequent the forests of Silverpine and am regrettably lacking in knowledge of such landmarks. Am I to understand that the area is riddled with them?

Comment by Valinthras Herondale Snakewrithe on June 16, 2012 at 9:59pm: Ambermill, once a mage settlement, lays upon the ley line that the city of Dalaran was once built upon.

Comment by Keyalorian Haildawn on June 16, 2012 at 10:03pm: How very curious! What a shame it is that I have never been particularly knowledgeable in regard to the history of other races.

Comment by Calithos Alec Blyde on June 16, 2012 at 10:21pm: That ley line right now however, is heavily surpressed. For good reasons.

Power

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