She sighed as she looked
out over Silvermoon City, the distant lights of the noble spires rising
up above the shimmering backdrop of buildings with magical
enhancements. It was a beautiful sight, one that any would stop to
appreciate from afar. A magical world where thousands of Sin'dorei
lived, worked, loved and had their lives together. The pride of a
tattered people, slowly growing in glory as each year passed.
An utter failure.
Selun'athiel Dayfire, now calling herself Seluna, gripped the railing of the balcony overlooking the city and scowled in disgust. She hated the sight of the city in its current form, hated the fact that over fifty percent of what she could see from the noble manor where she now resided was darkened and silent. Her people, the Quel'dorei, had fallen to darkness in the time she had been away from them, slumbering in what should have been eternal rest. They had failed to defend their realm from the outside world, and the result had been utter disaster and the sacking of the city, HER city, by the undead. It made her blood boil with rage.
She took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure. That act alone sparked wry amusement in her as she vacated the balcony and returned to the large sitting room behind her. Breathing. Living. For one who had died long ago, it was still unnatural to realize that she walked and lived again. Her foolish daughter Biara had made a grave error when she decided to dabble in the darkness of necromancy, and Selun'athiel was not one to allow foolish mistakes to go unrewarded.
She shook her head and walked to a nearby divan, sinking down onto the soft plush furniture and arranging the expensive fabric of her dress neatly over her legs. Her accomodations at the manor house that was, until recently, owned by House Dawnsea were quite luxurious, although it was a thorn in her side to be away from Dayfire Spire, which rightfully belonged to her and NOT to her upstart daughter Biara. That was a fact that she would remedy soon enough, along with the many other failures that she had witnessed over the past several months amongst the Sin'dorei. It was clear that a change in leadership was needed, and that the ancient Houses of the city needed to take a hand in guiding the city on the proper course.
That thought brought another disburbing line of consideration to mind; her people, now the Sin'dorei rather than the Quel'dorei, had failed to protect the sacred and powerful Sunwell from desecration and destruction. The Light that had been used to purify and correct it recently was as opposite to her nature as could possibly be. Having been returned to life through necromancy, and having her spirit anchored to this world, and within its body, by the dark magic made it virtually impossible for her to make full use of the Sunwell, as she had when she was a Magistrix. The priestess that she now was could channel the Light of course, sending it from the Sunwell directly to a friend or foe, but her own magic was a tainted, twisted version of the arcane power that once flowed through her. She could no longer make full use of her former abilities, even if she was still formidable.
Seluna frowned, and looked across at the three Sin'dorei sitting before her. Servants of House Dayfire, each had a glassy, blank look on their face. Each sat with poor posture, staring vacantly at nothing while she observed them. Her magic, even diminished, was still powerful enough to ream their minds and leave them as perfect tools and spies to insert back into her daughter's House. They were not the only such agents she had created as of late, and House Dayfire was not her only target. Her network grew daily, and soon she would be in position to influence many of the Houses.
It was time for the Sin'dorei people to come to understand the sheer power that they had let slip through their fingers. She would take a role in guiding them back to glory.
She would show the entire world exactly what it was like to face a Quel'dorei Magistrix.
An utter failure.
Selun'athiel Dayfire, now calling herself Seluna, gripped the railing of the balcony overlooking the city and scowled in disgust. She hated the sight of the city in its current form, hated the fact that over fifty percent of what she could see from the noble manor where she now resided was darkened and silent. Her people, the Quel'dorei, had fallen to darkness in the time she had been away from them, slumbering in what should have been eternal rest. They had failed to defend their realm from the outside world, and the result had been utter disaster and the sacking of the city, HER city, by the undead. It made her blood boil with rage.
She took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure. That act alone sparked wry amusement in her as she vacated the balcony and returned to the large sitting room behind her. Breathing. Living. For one who had died long ago, it was still unnatural to realize that she walked and lived again. Her foolish daughter Biara had made a grave error when she decided to dabble in the darkness of necromancy, and Selun'athiel was not one to allow foolish mistakes to go unrewarded.
She shook her head and walked to a nearby divan, sinking down onto the soft plush furniture and arranging the expensive fabric of her dress neatly over her legs. Her accomodations at the manor house that was, until recently, owned by House Dawnsea were quite luxurious, although it was a thorn in her side to be away from Dayfire Spire, which rightfully belonged to her and NOT to her upstart daughter Biara. That was a fact that she would remedy soon enough, along with the many other failures that she had witnessed over the past several months amongst the Sin'dorei. It was clear that a change in leadership was needed, and that the ancient Houses of the city needed to take a hand in guiding the city on the proper course.
That thought brought another disburbing line of consideration to mind; her people, now the Sin'dorei rather than the Quel'dorei, had failed to protect the sacred and powerful Sunwell from desecration and destruction. The Light that had been used to purify and correct it recently was as opposite to her nature as could possibly be. Having been returned to life through necromancy, and having her spirit anchored to this world, and within its body, by the dark magic made it virtually impossible for her to make full use of the Sunwell, as she had when she was a Magistrix. The priestess that she now was could channel the Light of course, sending it from the Sunwell directly to a friend or foe, but her own magic was a tainted, twisted version of the arcane power that once flowed through her. She could no longer make full use of her former abilities, even if she was still formidable.
Seluna frowned, and looked across at the three Sin'dorei sitting before her. Servants of House Dayfire, each had a glassy, blank look on their face. Each sat with poor posture, staring vacantly at nothing while she observed them. Her magic, even diminished, was still powerful enough to ream their minds and leave them as perfect tools and spies to insert back into her daughter's House. They were not the only such agents she had created as of late, and House Dayfire was not her only target. Her network grew daily, and soon she would be in position to influence many of the Houses.
It was time for the Sin'dorei people to come to understand the sheer power that they had let slip through their fingers. She would take a role in guiding them back to glory.
She would show the entire world exactly what it was like to face a Quel'dorei Magistrix.
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