New story!!
In the midst of the lavish city of Silvermoon stands the tower of The Dreugan Maithean. A perfect melding of both elegant form and ingenious function as unknown to the magic hungry masses of the city, this citadel of the house of Syl'thaden Also acts as a store house of the more dangerous and exotic magical elements and Items of the world of Azeroth and more recently the Outlands as well.
Calister Rains sat in one of the many Archival rooms deep in the bowels of the spire, carefully dusting off sand from an ancient idle that was recently discovered in Desolace. The warlock set down his brush and took up his pen scribbling down a description of the strange idle height weight diameter and characteristics. Rather routine and mundane work however; Calister didn’t mind it gave the blood elf a chance to contribute to the cause while remaining somewhat secluded from the others.
The elf put his pen down lifting his tired eyes back to the statue turning it slowly in his hands “What were you used for my little friend?” He asked the statue as if it would simply open its mouth and answer, Calister narrowed his dimly glowing green eyes and focused on the statue slowly an aura began to resonate around it , a swirling of green and purple hues danced around it as a small smile spread across Calister’s lips. Since he was a child Calister had been blessed…or cursed depending on ones view with the uncanny ability to sense demonic auras and even the presence of demons within certain proximity.
The Blood Warlock stood slowly gently placing the idle and the paper work into a crystal container, designed to dampen the mystical radiation of the item preventing any outsiders from detecting it. He carefully walked across the room and carefully placed the container onto a shelf. There he thought stepping back looking around the newly reorganized room. Now this place makes a little more sense Aveisane will be pleased, and so will Qynn…Qynn…Calisters smile dissipated quickly as he look down to the floor. “Damn it…I’m letting them get to close...” He said balling his hands into lose fists as he turned and slowly exited the room heading down the hall to the next.
But…what’s wrong with that? He thought as he moved down the corridor, what you are so afraid of Cal...Or. For that matter what are you afraid they will find react to most...where you were expelled from, why you were expelled…or the fact you were expelled. The elf stopped at the next door placing his forehead against it. They will reject you…look down on you…outcast again...but…but when has that ever mattered? When has approval of anyone ever mattered to you? Calister punched the door softly lifting his head up and opening the door entering the next Archival room.
No…they can’t know…not yet... just push them away…for now. Calister sighed and shook the thoughts swirling around his mind out and once again began his work. …..For now…
Calister Rains sat in one of the many Archival rooms deep in the bowels of the spire, carefully dusting off sand from an ancient idle that was recently discovered in Desolace. The warlock set down his brush and took up his pen scribbling down a description of the strange idle height weight diameter and characteristics. Rather routine and mundane work however; Calister didn’t mind it gave the blood elf a chance to contribute to the cause while remaining somewhat secluded from the others.
The elf put his pen down lifting his tired eyes back to the statue turning it slowly in his hands “What were you used for my little friend?” He asked the statue as if it would simply open its mouth and answer, Calister narrowed his dimly glowing green eyes and focused on the statue slowly an aura began to resonate around it , a swirling of green and purple hues danced around it as a small smile spread across Calister’s lips. Since he was a child Calister had been blessed…or cursed depending on ones view with the uncanny ability to sense demonic auras and even the presence of demons within certain proximity.
The Blood Warlock stood slowly gently placing the idle and the paper work into a crystal container, designed to dampen the mystical radiation of the item preventing any outsiders from detecting it. He carefully walked across the room and carefully placed the container onto a shelf. There he thought stepping back looking around the newly reorganized room. Now this place makes a little more sense Aveisane will be pleased, and so will Qynn…Qynn…Calisters smile dissipated quickly as he look down to the floor. “Damn it…I’m letting them get to close...” He said balling his hands into lose fists as he turned and slowly exited the room heading down the hall to the next.
But…what’s wrong with that? He thought as he moved down the corridor, what you are so afraid of Cal...Or. For that matter what are you afraid they will find react to most...where you were expelled from, why you were expelled…or the fact you were expelled. The elf stopped at the next door placing his forehead against it. They will reject you…look down on you…outcast again...but…but when has that ever mattered? When has approval of anyone ever mattered to you? Calister punched the door softly lifting his head up and opening the door entering the next Archival room.
No…they can’t know…not yet... just push them away…for now. Calister sighed and shook the thoughts swirling around his mind out and once again began his work. …..For now…