And so it has happened
at last. I have been forced from my beloved home by my own family and
friends. I sit here now, in the ruined city of Shattrath, and lament
that things have gone so far, that my fortune has fallen so low. I can
return in a moment's notice, with but a whisper of a word, and yet
returning would mean having to face them again. It would mean having to
listen to their accusations, to know that they love me no longer.
How could they misunderstand me so much? How could they not see all of the many foes I've brought down with my spells, to keep our people safe? Yes, I have made mistakes, and there have been many accidents along the path, but far more of our foes have fallen than allies have been harmed by my actions. No one can see that though. No one understands what I do for our people.
Chalce can protect the city on her own if that is her wish. Let her hear the cries of the innocent that she is too slow to reach in time. Let her cradle the dying in her arms, and hear them murmur the horrors to her of the alliance and the atrocities they've committed. Let her feel their pain. I can do it no longer, not when it is unappreciated, not when my every action is questioned and weighed.
I will pursue my own agenda, from within this mighty library. I will study further the ways of ALL forms of magic, even those that are 'unapproved' by my allies. One day, they will come and beg me for aid, and I will be gracious and supply it. I would not want true harm to fall to my people after all.
This time away from the city will allow me to ponder the words I forced out of that kaldorei during our little question session in the crypts of Sorrow Hill. She told me that this Kaelus Velve'Linath was actually the one to create the dreadfully powerful runeblade that she wields. This implies a strong knowledge of the necromantic arts.
I want that weapon. I want to feel it in my hands. I want to taste its magic. I will have it, and I will have the one who made it. She will make many more weapons like that for me, and teach me the secrets of such power. First she must be coerced though, so I will think long on how this might be accomplished.
When I return, it will be with accomplishments behind me the likes of which have not been seen before. I will be hailed as a Queen, not derided for my efforts and driven away out of fear and spite. I will be beloved. I will have obedience.
I will make my father proud. Walking away tonight has shown that. My mother would have killed them all. I will not take that path.
How could they misunderstand me so much? How could they not see all of the many foes I've brought down with my spells, to keep our people safe? Yes, I have made mistakes, and there have been many accidents along the path, but far more of our foes have fallen than allies have been harmed by my actions. No one can see that though. No one understands what I do for our people.
Chalce can protect the city on her own if that is her wish. Let her hear the cries of the innocent that she is too slow to reach in time. Let her cradle the dying in her arms, and hear them murmur the horrors to her of the alliance and the atrocities they've committed. Let her feel their pain. I can do it no longer, not when it is unappreciated, not when my every action is questioned and weighed.
I will pursue my own agenda, from within this mighty library. I will study further the ways of ALL forms of magic, even those that are 'unapproved' by my allies. One day, they will come and beg me for aid, and I will be gracious and supply it. I would not want true harm to fall to my people after all.
This time away from the city will allow me to ponder the words I forced out of that kaldorei during our little question session in the crypts of Sorrow Hill. She told me that this Kaelus Velve'Linath was actually the one to create the dreadfully powerful runeblade that she wields. This implies a strong knowledge of the necromantic arts.
I want that weapon. I want to feel it in my hands. I want to taste its magic. I will have it, and I will have the one who made it. She will make many more weapons like that for me, and teach me the secrets of such power. First she must be coerced though, so I will think long on how this might be accomplished.
When I return, it will be with accomplishments behind me the likes of which have not been seen before. I will be hailed as a Queen, not derided for my efforts and driven away out of fear and spite. I will be beloved. I will have obedience.
I will make my father proud. Walking away tonight has shown that. My mother would have killed them all. I will not take that path.
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