Biara's eyes opened
slowly, looking glassy and distant. The fel green glow in them pulsed
brightly as she stirred, releasing the energy she had been feeding off
of. On her head, a golden circlet glittered with magic, and in her mind
she could hear the shrieks and moans of the demonic essence that she was
feeding from. The magic she had taken in left her in a euphoric state,
and it took several minutes for her to regain her senses before she
could rise from the cushioned divan that she lay on.
The circlet she had created was becoming more and more useful as time went on. Not only did it serve to feed her thirst for magic and empower her spellcasting, but it appeared that the demon within it, Sarathysssa, was able to in some ways regenerate her own spiritual essence and avoid complete destruction from Biara's absorption of her power. She was, in essence, an inexhaustible battery of fel energy for the Magistrix to take her fill of. And she was delicious.
It also appeared that the circlet could provide her with some protection from other demonic entities; a fact that made Biara smirk as she walked out of the plush feeding chamber within her spire. Sarathysssa hated her to such a degree that she would tolerate no other demons laying hands upon the Magistrix; she wanted to punish Biara herself personally, and torment her.
Good luck with that little demoness.
Her smile widened as she walked through the corridors of her spire. She felt stronger, as she always did right after a feeding. It was time to attend to business, and specifically to the matters that the priest known as Kylvar Sunless had brought to her attention. With that thought in mind, her feet took a course towards the nearest scrying chamber in the spire, leading her up a winding staircase and into a darkened room. In the center of the room, a glowing red scrying orb sat, awaiting her touch to bring it to life. She settled down on a pillow beside it, her manicured fingertips caressing the surface of the device.
Instantly an image formed within the orb, showing a devastated landscape with a massive structure of broken stone and strangely colored metal towering into the air. The charred ground around the structure bled an eerie violet light which flowed up into the sky around it. The Bastion of Twilight in the Twilight Highlands was certainly an eyesore, and Biara's face took on a frown as she commanded the vision to circle the structure, taking careful note of the defenses and entrances to the place.
Kylvar had indicated that within the structure there were more of the Twilight Drakes she had fought, and that there may even be additional eggs or hatcheries within. The threat that these drakes already represented could not be argued, and to think that they might be creating more, or that this Twilight's Hammer cult was gathering power there, was unacceptable.
Besides, Biara couldn't stand dragons of any sort, and evil ones intent on destroying the world and Quel'Thalas were on the top of her list of things she hated.
As she continued to examine the structure, more thoughts went through her mind in relation to the cult itself. The magic of this place is intense. I cannot even bring my scrying within the structure without battling massively powerful wards and defensive spells meant to harm intruders. What could they be doing within it, and what's more, what precisely IS this twilight energy they gather? Is it divine in nature, or simply a corrupted or mixed version of various elemental magics?
Can such a power be harnessed and used to advance the cause of the Sin'dorei?
That was it of course. It all boiled down to the magic that the cult was employing. If it was the work of one of the Old Gods, then it would be useless to Biara and was simply something to be eliminated. If it was a twisted version of existing elemental magic however, it needed to be carefully studied. Such power could be extremely valuable if used by those who knew how to control it and direct it onto proper courses.
A people like the Sin'dorei.
She smiled at the thought, letting the scrying come to an end. She had seen enough to know that it would take some effort to breech the fortress, but the rewards within might be well worth the effort. At the very least she would be aiding the cause of the Horde, and ensuring that there was one less threat to her beloved Quel'Thalas. Missives had already been sent, and it was time to start gathering the force necessary to break the enemy's citadel and claim what was within it.
She rose from the pillow and left the scrying chamber with purpose. The time was drawing near for another battle to begin, and her magic flared in the air around her as her excitement grew.
The circlet she had created was becoming more and more useful as time went on. Not only did it serve to feed her thirst for magic and empower her spellcasting, but it appeared that the demon within it, Sarathysssa, was able to in some ways regenerate her own spiritual essence and avoid complete destruction from Biara's absorption of her power. She was, in essence, an inexhaustible battery of fel energy for the Magistrix to take her fill of. And she was delicious.
It also appeared that the circlet could provide her with some protection from other demonic entities; a fact that made Biara smirk as she walked out of the plush feeding chamber within her spire. Sarathysssa hated her to such a degree that she would tolerate no other demons laying hands upon the Magistrix; she wanted to punish Biara herself personally, and torment her.
Good luck with that little demoness.
Her smile widened as she walked through the corridors of her spire. She felt stronger, as she always did right after a feeding. It was time to attend to business, and specifically to the matters that the priest known as Kylvar Sunless had brought to her attention. With that thought in mind, her feet took a course towards the nearest scrying chamber in the spire, leading her up a winding staircase and into a darkened room. In the center of the room, a glowing red scrying orb sat, awaiting her touch to bring it to life. She settled down on a pillow beside it, her manicured fingertips caressing the surface of the device.
Instantly an image formed within the orb, showing a devastated landscape with a massive structure of broken stone and strangely colored metal towering into the air. The charred ground around the structure bled an eerie violet light which flowed up into the sky around it. The Bastion of Twilight in the Twilight Highlands was certainly an eyesore, and Biara's face took on a frown as she commanded the vision to circle the structure, taking careful note of the defenses and entrances to the place.
Kylvar had indicated that within the structure there were more of the Twilight Drakes she had fought, and that there may even be additional eggs or hatcheries within. The threat that these drakes already represented could not be argued, and to think that they might be creating more, or that this Twilight's Hammer cult was gathering power there, was unacceptable.
Besides, Biara couldn't stand dragons of any sort, and evil ones intent on destroying the world and Quel'Thalas were on the top of her list of things she hated.
As she continued to examine the structure, more thoughts went through her mind in relation to the cult itself. The magic of this place is intense. I cannot even bring my scrying within the structure without battling massively powerful wards and defensive spells meant to harm intruders. What could they be doing within it, and what's more, what precisely IS this twilight energy they gather? Is it divine in nature, or simply a corrupted or mixed version of various elemental magics?
Can such a power be harnessed and used to advance the cause of the Sin'dorei?
That was it of course. It all boiled down to the magic that the cult was employing. If it was the work of one of the Old Gods, then it would be useless to Biara and was simply something to be eliminated. If it was a twisted version of existing elemental magic however, it needed to be carefully studied. Such power could be extremely valuable if used by those who knew how to control it and direct it onto proper courses.
A people like the Sin'dorei.
She smiled at the thought, letting the scrying come to an end. She had seen enough to know that it would take some effort to breech the fortress, but the rewards within might be well worth the effort. At the very least she would be aiding the cause of the Horde, and ensuring that there was one less threat to her beloved Quel'Thalas. Missives had already been sent, and it was time to start gathering the force necessary to break the enemy's citadel and claim what was within it.
She rose from the pillow and left the scrying chamber with purpose. The time was drawing near for another battle to begin, and her magic flared in the air around her as her excitement grew.
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