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.