Lady Ravasha Witchhawk

Being a Warlock

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 fel fireballs. It's all so, so intoxicating.

I used to be a fire specialization Magess. Now that was amusing wasn't it? But it's nothing compared to raining down hellfire on my foes, or burning them with shadowy flames or incinerating them with moving fires that snake across grounds and waters alike to char my enemies for me. Am I a bad person for reveling in causing pain to those that I feel wronged me? I don't care. My teachers: Selerra Sorrowsong and Master Raveintis Emberbeard, stand behind me, ready to teach me about the fel arts and being a strong woman on my own and with their help. Whether it's good or bad, evil or righteous--It doesn't matter. It gets the jobs done for me and saves my life daily and nightly... so even if I could I wouldn't change being a Warlock.