Lady Ravasha Witchhawk

Dear Diary,

When I was a young teenager my mother threw a tea party for, 'high class young ladies of Silvermoon.' Several girls came with their mothers. The adults sat at one table and we children at the second table. The kids were terribly interested in what the adults were doing: Were they thinking of new and creative ways to punish them when they were bad? Were they praising them? Not discussing them at all?

The women served us small cupcakes and glasses of hot or cold teas. We tried to be polite and not eat or drink messily. One of the girls complained that no one was talking we were just consuming snacks and teas. We responded by... continuing to silently consume snacks and teas.

It wasn't that I didn't wanna chat. It was...

Dear Diary,

Now I have a new life in the Alliance. I'm still the same woman just not part of a house of minor nobility. That means I have to earn my reputation. How do I do that? I make perfumes, I sew women's and girls' clothing and I practice destructive warlock powers against enemies of Stormwind.

My perfumes have ingredients from around Azeroth. A popular seller is mageroyal, firebloom and peacebloom. It has a subtle scent at first, then a spicy cinnamon smell second and as the last remains on your skin you receive a pleasant flowery smell.

How do I make women's and girls' clothes? First I take their measurements. Then I ask for details about what type of clothing and style they want. If I have the proper fabrics in my...

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...

Dear Diary,

How are you? Do you even care about what I write in your pages? Would you feel it if I burned you a little? Ah-ha so much fun to tease.

While I support receiving powerful weapons to fight the Legion I wonder if we are turning our backs on magics, on regular soldiers, turning our backs on healers of the medicinal variety... and if several Artifact Weapons are sentient do we even have need to train soldiers anymore?

Technically I am a hypocrite since I stole a staff off of an eredar lord when my friends and I from House Witchhawk were done finishing it off. Too bad about those Void portals it opens to try to... escape back home maybe? As I lie on my bed writing this I wanna know: Is the fighting Ever going to stop? I heard that...

With the permission of King Wrynn's emissary myself and the sentient Infernal who I called 'my child' flew away from the walls surrounding Stormwind City by griffons. Actually my child was too big to fit in the saddle so instead it followed me as a fel meteor. We arrived in Ashenvale Forest where my little project had taken place.

We were in an Orc encampment. They eyed me and the huge demon beside me with... suspicion? Why? I'm only here to help!

They told us that they had seen some flattened and broken vegetation on the way out of their lumber camp. We followed the rather obvious trail until we reached the second of my children.

"Please... come with me back to Stormwind? The Horde won't take y-you apart... if you--" I started...

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...

At age 12 I was inducted into a coven of mages. They taught me how to play with fire: Controlling the ambient temperatures around me, conjuring flames and even flashes of bright hot lights. They did not expect me to rise in the ranks quickly. It was a slow burning endeavor they said. Occasionally they would match up the new students with other new students to practice what we learned.

My opponent was an orange haired girl named Delirissa. I was told nothing about her beyond that she too was training with the fiery arts. She looked like she ate and drank reasonably well and her dress suggested that she came from a well to do family. I did too yet my mother and father rarely supported me with gifts of money. Truth be told I was jealous...

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...

I received a book by Master Raveintis about what do demonesses fear? They can be bound with seals not to lie, there are some materials they refuse to touch. And of course: Good old-fashioned manipulations and temptations, to which succubi and imps are especially prone to falling for. Sometimes if you tease enough they shall even follow you like lost puppies ah-ha.

They as well fear my teacher of 2 years: Selerra Sorrowsong. The Sorrowsong family has been known to be especially brutal in its deals with demonesses. They make ironclad contracts that are signed in blood. They despise demons who don't pull their own weight. And occasionally the girls of the family take on students. I was one such student before being forced to leave the...

She broke free from a tyrant and went on to occupy quite a nice bit of land... with her own city underneath, which I often visit for the Auction Houses. She wishes to give her kind the power of reproduction through the Val'kyr. Sylvanas is committed to the survival of her race, like all Sin'dorei I know, and that is why I approve of her induction as Warchief.

And because... remember that Scourge officer I mentioned? I served the Scourge for a time. As an enchantress for their plate wearing warriors, carving terrible curses into their armors to terrify and harm their enemies. And as a tailor for sewing together new robes for their casters. It was tireless work because they did not actually kill me like most. They felt that true...

When I worked as a magess for Silvermoon City, because of my talkativeness, they said... I was given a job as a dispute moderatrix. Watcher of a small territory on Sunstrider Isle. I learned about Dath'remar, who led our people to where they reside now, yet I... do not remember the entire tale. Is that a problem? It isn't even about Lord Sunstrider whoever. Not truly. What I learned as a protector of the nature reserve at that small village was one simple thing: Hatred is not productive to resolving disputes. Not using your magics to obliterate your enemies. You must... show them mercy and kindness.

It doesn't have to be about pretty pretty feelings either.

Just necessary deescalation techniques. A useful one, which I learned from a...

The truth is that I have been a woman of the night in my past. I've used dates to earn monies to survive. Always to survive another lonely night or homeless night--Not just to "gold dig" or "steal from innocents." In fact none of the men--mostly men as women were afraid of what I might do to them--I dated ever cared about me, or helping me survive. Just filling their own pockets or slaking their own thirsts for lovemaking. And I've made love on top, on bottom and even... in shameful positions I hate. Even being forced to say things about my partners and myself that I despise, or dress in a slinky dress I hate or wear makeups that bother my skin. Just to please my clients.

Have I had female clients too? Why yes. One of them... an orc...

Dear Diary:

My mind is a mess. I think elves and humans are spreading rumors about me. Or anyone really, however... I feel especially like the humans won't trust me because they think my people betrayed them when we left the Alliance. As far as I know? The Alliance wasn't helping us and we taught them their magics of the Arcane, Fire and Ice that they now love so much. Elves because... my family has been cast down from the popularity of nobility and disgraced publicly by The Convocation of Silvermoon. I cannot get these crazy, paranoid thoughts out of my head. Or thoughts that my dates are mocking me, calling me a woman of no morals and that they all... despise me. Do I despise myself too? Sadly to say, I do.

It all started when I...

What do I do when I am lonely? I walk the streets of Stormwind and go to bars looking for dates. Taverns have varieties of peoples and all of them have their own stories. I listen to their stories and try to help them too. It's a mutually beneficial relationship for all involved. And: When you're in troubles sometimes former dates seem to... appear and help you? It's odd and strange, serendipitous, yet elves shall come to your aids when you're in trouble. So shall any races of the Horde you dated. My favorite men and women to date are goblins. They have connections, wild ideas and personalities that keep me interested. I like tauren for their respectfulness in interpersonal relationships. I've even had a hands off date with a Forsaken...

I intend to get my revenge on the nobility of Silvermoon for casting me out. How shall I? It's simple: Dismantle their political and monetary systems with chaos and destabilization. Undercut their prices in the Auction Houses. Discredit their theories of royal superiority and sin'dorei greatness... do I love the sin'dorei? Of course I do. Yet I cannot... allow my brothers and sisters to run rampant with corruption and decadence. So I fight with activism works to discredit the sick and twisted thought that some Houses are better than others. Speaking of blood elven nobility's homes: Technically I belong to one of minor note.

Technically I am a "Lady of Silvermoon." Yet I hate it. I hate the trappings of nobility... and at the same...

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...

I mostly employ succubi in my demonic tasks. I don't know much about them despite having worked with them for years... personally. In fact I suppose they like it that way. My work with demonesses of such types has impacted my relationships with my family heavily. Some of them, except my two sisters, believe I'll never change and I am just as provocative and manipulative as say... Selrida my right hand woman. But even Selrida has honor, compassion and loyalty. Even demonesses feel sadness, anger, hatred, love and happiness. Selrida warned me not to consort with the Staff of the Eredar Politician I now wield. I didn't listen to her advice. I believe the staff may be cursed and begged Selrida for help... and to my surprise she actually...

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...

I was exiled from Silvermoon City for creating new sentient Infernals. They were little more than lumbering brutes of the Legion before but I made them stronger. And for that? My peers thank me and my family by having us entirely banished never to return on pains of trials and possible executions or jailing... so I fled to King Anduin Wrynn's side. Where I heard my peoples once resided anyway? I am a sin'dorei now and forever yet: What about the powers of the Void Elves? Alleria might scare me a little but she could have a point. Is it worth it to swear allegiances to her and King Wrynn and sample the powers of Shadows?