Professor Leah's daybook

[Menion]

10-07

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Item: # PPU Profit:
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Aquamarine Signet-1 5g, 5g
Dark Iron Ore-10 75s, 7g 50s
Heavy Stone-25 20s, 5g
Solid Stone-7 25s, 1g 75s
Frostweave Robe-1 15g, 15g
Citrine Necklace-2 8g, 16g
Core of Elements-4 25s, 1g
Primal Earth-3 1g50s, 4g 50s
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Total: 55g 75s

[Menion]

Student ----------------- Lesson Plan ------------------- Appt.
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Apprentice Sabienne - GE,Review of Dalaran Gvt. - 5:15 am
Apprentice Nicolaos - 1v1, Arcane battle strat. - 1:20 pm

[Menion]

Dearest Yzabelle,

I trust that you have received the last sum of money in full? The gowns I sent for you, mother, and the girls are made of a fine spiders silk. I bought a red one for you in particular, as it always was a handsome color on you. I would say that I am not wealthy of my own efforts yet, though my skill as a jeweler is nearing perfection. The greater time and effort I put into my craft, the steeper the price tag. I should hope to send some of these fineries soon, you all have gone without for far too long, and soon sister, soon... you will be in all your former glory as ladies of the court.

As you have inquired in your last letter, the Academy is going well. I have two students currently who wish to major in Cyromancy, which happens to be my preferred branch to teach. I have been taking serious thought in seeking out other specialists to teach at the Academy. Lord Xavien would be my first choice, however he also specializes in Frost. I had two colleagues that I had partnered with in the grand opening of the tutoring programme, and to be honest I was not nearly perceptive enough in either of their characters.

The Pyromancer turned out to be severely addicted to Bloodthistle, to the point that if I see him again I might usher him to a clinic. The other held more promise, but unfortunately became dangerously consumed by his thirst for power. Raw Arcane is very volatile and it seemed to distort his body and mind, much like the shadow does with Warlocks. I found this unusual and discovered that he was consorting with demons. It is always the way isn't it? And to think of the sheer amount of time and money I had poured into establishing a tailored curricula for them.

However, my endeavors with the Academy are far less about earning a living and more about preserving the old ways. Many magi are forgetting their roots and the presence of fel magic spreads like a plague. In the Undercity, warlocks fail to even respectfully hide their identity! And I have encountered a few such persons in Silvermoon as well, much to my shock and dismay. You four best stay where you are, where it is safe. I promise I shall come to visit you as soon as I can, until then I send my love and my coin purse.

Your brother,
Menion Leah

[Libelle]

Student ----------------- Lesson Plan ------------------- Appt.
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Apprentice Sabienne - GE,Review of Dalaran Gvt. - 5:15 am
Apprentice Nicolaos - 1v1, Arcane battle strat. - 1:20 pm

((??? Sabeinne? I am confused...))

[Menion]

((Arcaidis Sabienne, its his last name. ))

[Libelle]

((That...is the strangest coincidence. My alt is a mage named Sabeinne, and I was starting to wonder if I was losing my mind.))

[Menion]

I just looked at the clock, the hand rested at 3. I suppose I am up for the day then... couldn't sleep a wink. I wonder if I might take that vacation sooner than later, as my sleep as of late has been terrible. I tell myself it is the stress of the responsibilities that rest on myself and myself alone. Though in truth I know the answer. The answer that lies in the back of my mind when I give my lectures and bury myself in study, awaiting me in my dreams.

Sometimes when I retire to my cabin, I will stand there in my room alone and stare at the bed. I find reasons to stay up, get work done ahead of time, tell myself I do it to save myself the trouble later. But I am fooling myself, I know better. I admit this is difficult to confess, even to myself, that I am haunted by a ghost. Her ghost. And yet never did I partake of the flesh, that sweet chocolaty flesh.

Foolishness. Just to be rid of it, from my mind. Then I would sleep.

~ takes a moment to squint at the clock before continuing ~

An hour has almost past, and I have only babbled. Enough of this silliness, what is done is done. She is gone, and I have a stack of papers to correct.

M.L.

[Menion]

10-08

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Item: # PPU Profit:
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Briarthorn-1 15s, 15s
Heart of Fire-3 1g, 3g
Aquamarine Pendant-1 2g, 2g
Dark Iron ore-6 25s, 1g 50s
Pattern:Mageweave headband-1 1g 50s, 1g 50s
Fadeleaf-1 25s, 25s
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Total: 8g 40s

[Menion]

10-08
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1.Mailbox
2.Copy receipts
3.Review next week's lecture
4.Send 35% increase home
5.Correct Nicolaos test
6.Contact Arcadis for next appt.
7.Visit Franklin Lloyd, Engineer specialist
8.Visit Kalinda in SMC, acquire new designs
9.Exercise routine
10.bath
11.Clean/organize study, files,books
12.Free
13.Bed (hopefully)

Notes: Consider meeting with Apothecary for sleep tonic

[Menion]

Well that was interesting. I just came from Thrall's chamber after being summoned by Lord Xavien, saying that there was a "multitude" gathering in Orgrimmar. Running as fast as my legs could carry me I approached the Valley of Wisdom, and entered the room. Immediately a demon, a Felguard blocked my path. A demon in Thrall's court!? How disrespectful can you be?

I live in the Undercity, I see the openness of warlockery there. But in the chamber of our Lord? I am still reeling from that.

As per the meeting, I missed most of it. I caught the very end which seemed to connote grave warnings. Though I understand the threat, it will not keep me from Northrend or Dalaran. And as much as I hate to say it, the Horde is not united. It is conflicts like these that show our strengths and weaknesses the most. Mark my words, many will fall because of their vanity and stubbornness. Divide and conquer? We are divided already and remain to be conquered.

M.L.

[Menion]

10-08

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Item: # PPU Profit:
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Core of elements-7 25s, 1g 75s
Moss Agate-1 1g, 1g
Aquamarine Pendant-3 1g 75s, 5g 25s
Dark Iron Ore-1 50s, 50s
Malachite-1 20s, 20s
Runecloth-10 20s, 2g
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Total: 10g 70s

[Menion]

10-09

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Item: # PPU Profit:
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Core of Elements-1 25s, 25s
Solid stone-3 25s, 75s
Leather Boots-1 5g 25s, 5g 25s
Essence of Air-1 1g, 1g
Ironweb Spider Silk-4 3g, 12g
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Total: 19g 25s

[Menion]

Good morning... or rather, no. Hardly slept again, though a bit longer than the last. I am hoping this clears up on it's own rather than mask it with some drug from the Apothecary. My mind is on many things, too many in fact. I must visit my family before I leave, it is possible I may never come back. The girls will be emotional, they will beg me to promise I will return and I will not be able to.

~ sighs to himself mid-paragraph ~

The Academy will have to be moved where it belongs, Dalaran. I am perfectly willing to merge it or seek employment (or further schooling if necessary) at the University. That is not to say I shall not play a part in the coming battle. However, before I risk my life in such a way... there are a few things that need to be done. As long as they come to pass I can die in peace.

~ the ink makes a rivet in the page as he rubbed his forehead and drew his quill away from his writing ~

I, I would have liked to have done other things with this money I'm acquiring. My financial advisor tells me my investments are doing well and should have a generous payout. I of course continue to keep a log of the selling I do independently for scrap change. My savings, not including what I send my mother, has accrued to several thousand. And not a damned soul to share it with.

~ he pauses and sighs again ~

It is of no matter. The north awaits, and I put my fate in its hands.

M.L.

[Menion]

10-10

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Item: # PPU Profit:
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Spider meat-15 15s, 2g 25s
Nightwind belt-1 50s, 50s
Linen cloth-4 1s 75c, 7s
Silk cloth-2 7s 50c, 15s
Dark iron ore-2 50s, 1g
Wool cloth-6 20s, 1g 20s
Clam meat-5 15s, 75s
Mystery meat-1 1g, 1g
Elemental fire-1 50s, 50s
Red mageweave headband-1 1g 50s, 1g 50s
Executioners sword-1 2g 15s, 2g 15s
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Total: 11g 7s

[Menion]

~ scrawled messily in his excitement ~

I... I can hardly believe it, she is alive!

[Menion]

Good gods, am I ever behind on all my paper work. I simply can't seem to focus on anything.

Anything but that cool slick hair, those cherry stained lips. Lips. It was the first time we had kissed and to be honest I am bit ashamed at my overt display of affection. I had seen a ghost in the flesh and I simply couldn't think. I acted. Before I knew it she was in my arms, pressing my face fervently against hers. My heart lept in my throat that she was alive! I could smell her, touch her, taste her. She was there.

I must...

I must take her to meet my family. She is the one, I know it. I almost lost her once and I won't risk that again. I don't want to rush her either but, with the urgency of what stirs North and the dangers that await, I see no other logical course. She will meet the girls, my mother, and I will gain their blessing. I will transfer the Academy to the north, secure my wealth and purchase a proper home. I will take her to Dalaran and ask her to be my bride. If we die in battle we die, but we will have been united in life. Listen to me, I am a babbling fool. Women, those exquisite creatures.

The sooner I fulfill these desires, the sooner I will gain my sanity. Or at least I hope.

M.L.

[Menion]

10-15

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Item: # PPU Profit:
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Executioners Sword-1 2g 15s, 2g 15s
Glowing Scorpid Blood-2 30s, 60s
Dark Iron Ore-1 50s, 50s
Essence of Earth-2 25s, 50s
Mystery Meat-3, 20s, 60s
Elemental earth-1 1g 50s, 1g 50s
Shadow Silk-5 10s, 50s
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Total: 6g 35s

[Menion]

I have half my things packed already and my heart beats like a drum. I am unsure if Kaji knows my intentions, but I intend to keep it a secret until the right moment. The element of surprise has always proved an exciting strategy. I truly hope she will not protest to the move, and even more that she will wish to join me. I have not yet spoken with the dean but I doubt transfer will prove difficult, even if it is only to transfer as a student and not a teacher.

Two of my students are near graduation, and just in time. They have executed what I have taught them flawlessly, have absorbed the rich history of our world, and most importantly; have developed their own theories and strategies. Is this the end of their training? By the light, no. My knowledge of the Arts is limited; I admit, which is only one of the many reasons I am leaving for Dalaran. The other reasons are not important...

~ there is a long pause here in quiet contemplation ~

At any rate I leave in but a few weeks. I am merely tying up loose ends at this stage. I have not fought in the battlefront much, but I shall. Side by side with my angel of light.

Father, I am coming.

M.L.

[Menion]

Dearest Yzabelle,

I have sent less than I normally do and I apologize for that. In fact, my next few packages will be less bountiful than what you all are used to getting. Rest assured this is only temporary. I am taking your counsel dear sister, and that is to do something for myself once in a while. Well, that is what I am doing. I am unsure of how this news will affect the four of you but, I have met a woman.

And no, you are not dreaming.

Her name is Kajira, as dark and lovely as a black diamond. She is much younger than I, yet she does not act it, and exemplifies all that it means to be a proper woman. Furthermore she; to I'm sure your great pleasure, wields the light. For these reasons and an unexpected turn of events, I have decided to marry, and wish to visit to seek your blessing. I would not have those closest to me left out of such a decision, and I will be bringing her with me if possible.

In other news, I am preparing for my sojourn to Dalaran as you well know. I can almost feel you rolling your eyes sister, but we both know that it is my true calling. Certainly you cannot deny that I was never gifted with the light despite my attempts otherwise. Think of all the great knowledge that awaits to be unlocked! Ah Yza, I am filled with so much purpose, so much life at this hour. I feel a part of a great moment in history. What a dream for a historian! Speaking of historians...

I met a man in the Farstrider's Square this late eve. A historian, who also claimed to be a Magister. It wouldn't surprise me, considering that he defended Fel magics. I had heard rumors that the Magisters in Silvermoon were rather lax about demons, and even embraced or encouraged the indulgences of our people's addictions. I could only shake my head, this would never stand under the Kirin Tor. I find myself wanting to visit Silvermoon and the Undercity less and less. Warlocks have permeated every corridor, every public sector, discontent to wallow in the bellies of our cities. This is a concern I will express when I reach my destination.

At any rate, expect myself and two guests on your doorstep by the end of this season. I trust that you are taking good care of Mother and the girls as always.

Your Brother,
Menion Leah

[Menion]

The sun is coming up over the horizon as I hole myself up in this dead city, really quite the lively place despite what that would imply. Interesting happenings as of late, old faces and new... and one that I thought I might never see again.

I recall the Pyromancer, Angelmane. Sulphien Angelmane.

~ he half-heartedly chuckles as he recalls the ironic surname ~

This man is anything but an angel, mad with fel sickness and dangerously unpredictable. And who should I run into last eve, but the demon himself. That is of course harsh, referring to him as such. Surely one would have to meet the man to understand the reference. It was not long that we spoke, and Lord Xavien seemed a bit more than surprised to discover I entrusted him as head professor of Pyromancy. I could not blame the man, Sulph is a lunatic, but in the shadow of Arianray he was quite the harmless one. Though I still feel he should be rehabilitated for his own safety and that of others. Hm, Arianray...

~ his thoughts wander a moment to the other professor, the one that if grounded could have been a masterful wizard. But as all men do, eventually wanders into visions of beauty and flesh ~

I finally spoke with Lady Kajira this morning. The poor thing was half asleep, having waited on me as I wrapped up my work for the evening. I pity my potential bride, this will only get worse after I leave for Dalaran. I will be swept up in work, studies, diplomacy and perhaps battle. I will make sure she understands these things before she makes her decision, before I even ask her at all. She has agreed to meet my family though feared their disapproval of her. This was of course unfounded, though I'd imagine she'd fear it, considering her brother's distaste for me. The rest was a series of hesitant gazes, baited breath, and soft embraces. We threaten to cross the line with our lips; in words and in our kisses.

I am not a weak willed man, though great men have fallen weak before the searing beauty of a woman. Before I thought it was foolish, only now do I understand why.

Kajira, your love is returned.

M.L.

[Menion]

10-23

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1. Meet with Lord Solaris 10:30, private tutoring session
2. Contact Kaji, discuss date for departure
3. Appointment with Matheus, 5:30 pm
4. Stop by Shattrath, schedule departure for Dalaran
5. Finish selling of property and valuables
6. Go through receipts and class records
7. Write to Yzabelle
8. Free
9. Bed

[Menion]

Strange days are these, and yet stranger still they become. It appears after a long and mysterious absence, the lost has been found after all. Arianray, what were you doing out there in that abandoned crater? Were you waiting for me? What a curious man, I could swear he reads my thoughts, picking them from my mind behind my flat expression. He looked quite different, his hair once a long mass of black has become a ghostly white. I dare say that is what he resembles. A ghost. He has a haunting presence, speaks in riddles. Madness is what it is.

My words to him were few and short. I don't have the patience for it, and I refuse to entertain his little games. I can only imagine what Professor Xavien would do with him. He is far stricter than I with unruly magi; not that I ever had any power over him. I would not.

~ he shakes his head with disgust at the idea ~

Never. He is his own man, and he is responsible for his demise. I will not be.

M.L.

[Menion]

Dearest Yzabelle,

I write bearing good news! If luck is in my favor, I may be a married man before the end of this season. We should be leaving within the next couple weeks, I have had a few delays with the Academy and for that I apologize. I have taken up a new hobby as of late, and have found it more of an amusement than all else. It is the trade of the Gnomes and Goblins sister, I am sure you are more than familiar with this, having traveled through Stranglethorn on your last visit. I hope to fashion something of entertainment for you and the girls before I arrive, though I'd rather it be a surprise.

As for my darling Kajira, she has given her consent and will be coming along with me. I should also contact Ale, that scoundrel.

~ he writes this with a pause and a short chuckle ~

I will be sending more funds before my arrival. I am liquidating everything for my drastic move. In fact I will be leaving from mothers' estate directly to Dalaran if all goes as planned. Please do not worry for my sake sister, I am the happiest man in all of Azeroth at this moment. I am soon to be surrounded by the women I love, and really what more could a man ask for?

Be sure to pass on my good news to Mother, Hilta and Pru. I love you all.

Your brother,
Menion Leah

[Menion]

10-27

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Item: # PPU Profit:
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Shadow gloves-1 3g 75s, 3g 75s
Runecloth: stack of 20, 2g 50s
Falcon pants: 2g 84s
Mageweave cloth:1 15s, 15s
Falcon chestplate:1 9g, 9g
Trusilver ring:2 3g 75s, 7g50s
Runecloth: stack of 15, 1g 75s
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Total:27g 49s

[Menion]

Recent events have caused me to rethink what I know about history, particularly the Troll wars. The other evening I met a Troll ranger, Zaizinn was his name I believe. I had walked into quite the predicament between him and one of my own, though the elf seemed to be unstable or perhaps inebriated. He and his lord taunted the gentleman to no end, spouting of derrogatory language in reference to his people.

I of course voiced my distaste. That is not to say I am completely comfortable around Trolls myself, particularly after my kind usurped their land. And believe me, he was more than aware of this. When I spoke up, the Lord and his lapdog resorted to attacking my character, and intellect. I ignored them for the most part and spoke avidly with the Troll who seemed rather knowledgable about Elven history. However I encountered some inconsistencies which have given me pause. Could it be possible that the books in our libraries our biased? Anything is possible. Perhaps on my travels I should take up study of the Amani specifically, that is if I don't get gutted first.

Later on that eve the Troll was called upon to the Lords manor. I was suspicious so I followed, bringing up the rear as we walked in silence to Fairbreeze. Count Mituith of Fairbreeze, he claimed. We walked up the staircase to a lavishly decorated loft, and a table with a full banquet prepared. This was all too suspicious. I stood astride Zaizinn as the Count and his assistant sat, with that come-hither look on their faces. I am sure I grumbled something of a protest before I sat, merely staring across from them. Suddenly the fair haired assistant stood, requesting that he "show" me something. I am not a fool, so I asked what it was. He apparently desired some frozen fruit for a package he wished to send. Now, I am no master strategist but it doesn't take much brain power to figure out they meant to distract me and leave the troll alone with the Count. I resisted at first, until the Troll waved me off, he knew what they intended and he was not a coward. Respectfully bowing out and heading downstairs, it wasn't long before I heard the sounds of a struggle.

From out the back entrance I saw the grassy dredded hunter chasing the Count off with his boar. A fellow magi and yet so cowardly. If he had wished a fight; he should have challenged the man proper, not like a snake. He barely defeated Zaizinn, if you can even call it a defeat. He lived, as well as his companion. Thereafter, his assistant requested a recount of events and began recording the information given, which to me was blatantly patronizing. I figured the Troll might not be able to read Thalassian so I took the liberty of scanning it over. The whole record was flagrantly skewed. I confronted him on this and snatched the clipboard from his hands. He continued to write, on nothing it seemed. I watched this for a time, and considered if the man was truly insane or just a masterful trickster. I would wager it was the latter.

By this time I had had enough. Still, I am not sure why the Troll was so willing to be led like a lamb to the slaughter. Perhaps because he was certain of his own ability. I dare say had it been a fair challenge, he would have gutted that elf right there on the spot. Would I blame him? No, I think I would not. The assistant Andre, gave me a scrying orb to keep in contact, one was given to the Troll as well. He followed us for a time, attempting to confuse me with his feigned insanity, and as soon as he was out of sight I promptly disposed of it.

[Menion]

Dearest Yzabelle,

I apologize for the abrupt nature and brevity of this, but the scourge are upon us. The cities have been infiltrated, and the citizenry has been greatly affected. Not even the royal guards have been able to purge the stench of their rotting carcasses. One falls and two more rise. I even watched someone I knew slowly fall prey to the illness, and he was turned. Soon thereafter a swarm of guards apprehended him and tore him to pieces. That is not something that anyone should have to watch.

I pray that you and the girls stay at the manor, Kaji and I have taken refuge at fathers' hideaway. I have frozen all my accounts, and have liquidated my holdings. I assume my logs will go barren for a time and letters will be sparse. Hopefully this will pass, though I have suspicions as to what hand the Argent Dawn has played in this. It all seems a bit too convenient. The coming weeks will reveal more, and I will be watching. Not the living dead, but those who would be our saviors. Never look to the obvious.

I will be home as soon as it is safe.

Your brother,
Menion Leah

[Menion]

I have had to purchase a new book, as my other was destroyed by the raid. Much has transpired in these last two weeks, and where to even begin...

As of now I have no residence, though I still stay in the Undercity out of habit. I shall be leaving for the family estate in but two days. Yet, I feel less ready than I did months ago. The girls have come looking for me, having not received the letter I sent during the Scourge attack. This was a pleasant surprise at first, but it has turned many degrees of sour very quickly. I knew that Yza might come looking, she is protective of me and I allow her that to an extent, insomuch as it doesn't put her in danger. I've not seen her yet, though who should I see first but the last person I would expect. Prunella. My immediate reaction was of shock, what on earth was Yza thinking puting her life at risk like that with her deadly condition? I will have words with her when she finally shows her face, though I also worry at the absence.

Pru and Hilta were very happy to see me, and I them of course but, so soon after the scourge invasion? Really Yzabelle, what were you thinking?

~ He rubs his forehead with his thumb, and takes a sip of wine ~

We visited a while, resting at one of diners in Silvermoon. Hilta was her usual defiant self, I do not envy Yza one bit in having to deal with her on a day to day basis. What shocked me the most was the rebelliousness of Pru. I know that Silvermoon is corrupt, and that it corrupts the innocent. But, so quickly? So easily? I am simply aghast at how swiftly she was swallowed up by it. It appears that not even she sees it, and should I open my mouth to guide her safely, I would get a sharp dagger of words in return by her and others. It also seems my beloved has become sore with me. Ever sore with each passing day. There is not a thing I can do right.

I have knelt before both, supplicating, pleading with them. I am only one man, I cannot split myself in two and be everything that they both want. And I will quickly surrender that power if I must. I realize that this will anger Yza and mother, but it is in their hands now. The girls have run rampant and I cannot keep them under control. Pru even dared to run away with a strange man she met only moments prior. Hilta, I have not even seen! Light knows what she is up to if she has fallen prey to the vices of the Sin'dorei capital.

More mistakes? But, of course. In a last effort to please, I treated Pru to an afternoon at the Arena. There was a special championship being held, and I thought it would be exciting for her. In fact she shared some of her written word with the spectators in honor of the gladiators who fought. I was happy for her, proud I suppose. I allowed myself into the lull of security that hour, and was paid in full for it. Pru ran off to congratulate the winner of the championship; who to mine and her great pleasure, was a valiant light wielder. I let her out of my sight, and stood at the entrance watching her waifish figure disappear into the humid dusk of the horizon. I had but a few words with Professor Xavien, when my ring began to glow. A voice spoke, saying "Get your sister out of there." My blood went cold, many possibilities racing through my mind. I cut Zeph off mid-sentence and ran to the edge of the Arena, I called out and searched for her blindly, a thick layer of dust had been kicked up by the battle. Seconds passing and my call unheeded, I ran down the stairs to find her in the pit with the others. As I moved to sweep her up and carry her out of there, I saw a beam of bright purple and white light. Moonfire. She collapsed under its power, her breathing stopped. I cried out in panic for someone to help her, damning myself for allowing her such sudden free-reign. The man who would be the champion came to our aid quickly, reviving her. The same man who had warned me of her actions.

I do not remember what my words were to him or her for the next few moments, I only know I carried her back to Silvermoon and received many sharp words for taking her away. It was then that Kajira had arrived. At first I didn't see her, Pru did. In a flurry of anger she left my side leaving me quite drained from the event. Kaji came to comfort me, to which I gladly accepted, especially after our discussion the day prior. She and I had had a disagreement on the fathering of Pru. Really, it is what I am. Arik has left the girls because he cannot stand the sight of me, thus I am father to them. To my utter dismay Kaji did not agree with me on the protection of her virtue and health. It literally left me quite speechless for the rest of our conversation. She had accused me of wanting to treat her like some pet; a dog I believe. More painful and untrue words have never been spoken to me, not even from Arik. I almost walked away at that moment but, I stayed and allowed her to speak her piece. All the world tells me to stop guarding her, I did and look what happened. How foolish of me to listen to those that do not know Pru, do not know her illness.

Pru, came back to me not moments later with a gift and an apology for her words. I asked her what it was that she wanted, she told me that she wanted me to love her. By the light I do love her! Does that not show when I hold her limp unconscious body when she repeatedly uses that spell of hers? When I patiently take stab after stab of accusations and insults? Even Kaji was infuriated with me when I came to find her only minutes later. Her hearthstone was not only off, but shattered! I could only stand in silence and watch her walk off, fuming. I didn't even try to follow, I was spent for the evening.

Tetsaiga; one of my old students, told me this is just the way women are. They are never happy no matter what you do or say. I hope he is wrong, and I am able to repair whatever damage has been caused by ignorance on my part. I will likely have to apologize and admit wrongdoing for clemency. I shall be contacting Yza immediately to pick up the girls, mother will be furious with the lot of us.

M.L.

[Menion]

~ The irritant magi tosses the book down on the desk, crinkling the page and smearing the ink ~

The blighter stole my planner! All my records, gone. I am so furious right now that I can hardly write!

~ his hand shakes in his fervor, his silken hair matted like spider web to his brow ~

Perhaps my ventures into the capitol city were as Yza suggested; foolish, and I should take my business elsewhere. I argued that Silvermoon would be safer than the fel pit of Undercity, but I dare say that the issue of fel magic is far more insidious with the elves than the living dead, at least they do it in the open. It makes me grow in disgust of my own kind every time I see those damned fel crystals, it's nauseating to think of the choice I made.

Yza, dear sister, you were right once again. My kindness and generosity will kill me one of these days, by the light I swear it.

~ he rubs his perspiring forehead, swiping some of the loose strands ~

They always find me... consorters of demons, and why they insist on antagonizing me? I never get a straight answer. I've come to realize that the less direct a man is, the less you can trust him. Tricksters and witches speak in riddles, not respectable gentlemen. This man? Oh no, not a gentleman by any stretch, shape, or form. I met the foul incubus at the exchange the other day as I went to procure uniforms for my assistant and understudy. He sat aloof by the stair case as I folded the vestments and shipped them out, eyeing me like a spineless snake. I didn't take him for a fiend at first, he showed no evidence of scars or aging, and from what I've observed that nearly always happens to those fel gluttons.

I knew he was up to something as soon as he began following me to the reagent dealer. I watched warily from the corner of my eye the whole time as I made my purchase and walked back to the bench to record my profits. For a while I thought perhaps he had just gone insane from fel rot, but as I burried myself in my work I began to notice an off sensation... something wasn't right. I would look up from my work, the wolf in sheeps clothing feigning innocence every time. Even when my mind turned in on itself and tore at me from within, the poisoning, he claimed ignorance!

I am so empassioned I could choke the man at this moment, particularly with my scholarship under review. Luckily my old friend Ale Sunblade came to my rescue, but not after I had grown in height and mass, dwarfing the raven tressed, wan, light bearer. We faced off, my weakening consciousness losing reason to resist ripping him to shreds. Valiantly, he fought to prevent further harm to myself even though I had my gruesome claws wrapped around his throat. Ale kept returning his wrath to the instigator, that auburn haired abomination with the joker's smile. The last thing I recall of that, was the man turning into a demon himself and draining me of my strength. With my assistant, pupil, and comrade onlooking, it was all I could do to leave without a word in humiliation. I don't know what Ale did to the man, and I could rightly care less.

~ he seethes, pushing his thumb against his pen and snapping it in two, the thick turbid ink glopping onto the page ~

This ink, as black as his heart. I better never see his face again...

...Duroxas.

M.L.

[Kajira]

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