Tag: Blood Elves x 5

Dear Diary,

Did you know you are my only true friend? After the trial in Stormwind they assigned me a court ordered therapist. I can't say her name even on your pages. She was a friend for a time... and then she was taken from this world.

I fell in love with a warrior whose hatred for demons scared and excited me. His battle cries were fearsome and his presence on the battlefield was undeniable. I helped disguise him as a wrathguard.

A teacher agreed to take on a new pupil. So yes, I had several friends and yet I still felt distance and disconnection. I requested a portal to Theramore to speak with Ms. Proudmoore about possibly negotiating with the Horde again. Because I wanted the fighting to end and for my family and friends...

A human warlock that no one knew drifted into Dreadscar Rift. She convinced two other warlocks, myself included, to perform a summoning ritual that would bring in her coven from somewhere on the Broken Shore. Believing that she was telling the truth and feeling we needed each and every drop of help against The Burning Legion I asked the other two warlocks in attendance--a goblin with jeweled earrings and scars on her face and an orc who had graying hair--what did they think about the human woman's offer?


"She seems trustworthy and besides, girly... whadda think every warlock and demon available in the place is gonna do if they attack?" The goblin smiled examined her long polished fingernails.


"I agree with her," Tiagra was gesturing at...

When I finally broke away from the Lich King I decided to strike out on my own for about two years. I learned how to clean fairly well, how to make simple meals, how to arrange the meals or utensils fancy like. I as well learned that I enjoy being someone's thrall to some degree and it worried me.

Did that officer want me to enjoy my endless works for them because... he knew I enjoyed being a slave? Of course not to a bunch of hungry zombies and ghosts. No, I believe he was just trying to brainwash me.

When I returned to my family's home my mother Viviaria almost did not let me back inside. She told me that Scourge workers were not welcome in her house. I told her that I had my free will again and she relented.

My first boyfriend was a...

Technically blood elves descended from night elves that were... high born, haughty, and used the Arcane. That's about all I know of my ancient past. My mother never concentrates on our past much, neither did school. It was all about the present and surviving now, rebuilding our cities and settlements after being exiled from first night elven lands and then exiled in spirit by other Horde members for daring to partake in fel magics. Which begins my point: Blood elven aging is slower. We spend years in youth than other peoples. I am only 22 right now--Technically an adult by my society's standards.

Yet my mother? She is much older and wiser and more politically powerful than I am. Because she, aided by her elven lifespan, has had...

Warlocks have little formal rules governing how they use their powers. They are more secretive about their demons and fel magics because of the suspicions and scorn heaped upon them by their peers. The Horde was more accepting of my kind and their demons yet I am moving to the Alliance and may need a cover job now that my Mistress Selerra shall not be there to protect me? Without Miss Sorrowsong's guidance, and in new lands, I must conceal my practices from the humans, dwarves, Draenei and all of the Alliance. Summoning demons and demonesses gives me such a rush... knowing that I command a being that could swap its soul into a new body from the Twisting Nether, or control her enemies' minds with Charm spells or turn invisible or fling...