Setrema
05-15-2009, 08:03 PM
When is it that this tale shall begin for those who care to know of it? The beginning would be most informative, and expected. Why not. Those who are clueless as to what majesty my existence alone embodies would do well to be fully informed.
Keeping up with me, slow learner? Really Ayurecka, If you weren't such a malleable and willing pawn I would have smashed you to bits myself.
It started with an egg, a token of...affection from a Knight to a Magistrix. The magistrix, being the curious and talented thing she was opted to expirement with Nether energies being infused into a life form prior to it's "birth" so to speak. Granted she wasn't the best at more traditional applications of the practices of manipulating the energies that thrive within this world, she had gifts all of her own. So she enchanted, bound, and weaved the Arcane into the creature within the egg. Of course, if the creature died as a result, I am sure she would have assumed it was of no fault of hers that such a tragedy had occured.
After days of this peculiar practice, the creature started to emerge from it's prison. A feathery appendage was the first thing to escape from a slice within the leathery surface of egg. Slowly, a blue moth, of most ordinary appearance, emerged.
Hello Azeroth, a most fitting toy you should become.
This was not the beginning to my reign of terror, as it has not yet begun, I am still quite young and the powers resting within me have not even yet began to manifest. How is it that a moth is talking to this dim-witted, boring and shameful excuse for a Sin'Dorei, mesmerizing her with such an exquizite tale? All have Lady Setrema Spellweaver, former Magistrix of Silvermoon, to thank for such a priveledge...
She adored me, above all else, as I was the only one ever with her, my presence never fading, my kindness never conditional. All doubted her sanity when she claimed that I was judging everyone harshly with her, passing my own silent sentences on all those whom she introduced me to. All doubted.
She cared for me, made sure I was out of harm's way for the most part, and in return I was there for her, comforting her when she tried not to show pain in front of others, encouraging her when she began to lose faith in herself. Yes, the Huntress did aid me unknowingly quite often, and for that she has my appreciation. Between their anger and disappointments, I groomed myself into what it was the both of them apparently needed. That future will come to fruition in time, and you may find yourself spared Ayurecka. It will not be immediately, and you're lack intelligence and sense far too entirely negate even a try to stand in it's way anyway.
Setrema has fallen from what I need of her. She can't unknowingly quench my own thirst for Arcane energies any longer. I left her for that reason, yet cannot bear to tell her that in her current condition. Her death robbed her of that which made her so valuable, so precious. You will help me feed now, my witless companion. You shall be my voice, though butchered it will be. None shall realize all that I am capable, because my conduit is so sadly capable of little. You can lure them all, with your pathetic antics and cries for attention. They will tire of you shortly, but there are so many of them. As long as I can feed, I can grow.
Setrema, you're future will come, and in it, we shall find euphoria.
Keeping up with me, slow learner? Really Ayurecka, If you weren't such a malleable and willing pawn I would have smashed you to bits myself.
It started with an egg, a token of...affection from a Knight to a Magistrix. The magistrix, being the curious and talented thing she was opted to expirement with Nether energies being infused into a life form prior to it's "birth" so to speak. Granted she wasn't the best at more traditional applications of the practices of manipulating the energies that thrive within this world, she had gifts all of her own. So she enchanted, bound, and weaved the Arcane into the creature within the egg. Of course, if the creature died as a result, I am sure she would have assumed it was of no fault of hers that such a tragedy had occured.
After days of this peculiar practice, the creature started to emerge from it's prison. A feathery appendage was the first thing to escape from a slice within the leathery surface of egg. Slowly, a blue moth, of most ordinary appearance, emerged.
Hello Azeroth, a most fitting toy you should become.
This was not the beginning to my reign of terror, as it has not yet begun, I am still quite young and the powers resting within me have not even yet began to manifest. How is it that a moth is talking to this dim-witted, boring and shameful excuse for a Sin'Dorei, mesmerizing her with such an exquizite tale? All have Lady Setrema Spellweaver, former Magistrix of Silvermoon, to thank for such a priveledge...
She adored me, above all else, as I was the only one ever with her, my presence never fading, my kindness never conditional. All doubted her sanity when she claimed that I was judging everyone harshly with her, passing my own silent sentences on all those whom she introduced me to. All doubted.
She cared for me, made sure I was out of harm's way for the most part, and in return I was there for her, comforting her when she tried not to show pain in front of others, encouraging her when she began to lose faith in herself. Yes, the Huntress did aid me unknowingly quite often, and for that she has my appreciation. Between their anger and disappointments, I groomed myself into what it was the both of them apparently needed. That future will come to fruition in time, and you may find yourself spared Ayurecka. It will not be immediately, and you're lack intelligence and sense far too entirely negate even a try to stand in it's way anyway.
Setrema has fallen from what I need of her. She can't unknowingly quench my own thirst for Arcane energies any longer. I left her for that reason, yet cannot bear to tell her that in her current condition. Her death robbed her of that which made her so valuable, so precious. You will help me feed now, my witless companion. You shall be my voice, though butchered it will be. None shall realize all that I am capable, because my conduit is so sadly capable of little. You can lure them all, with your pathetic antics and cries for attention. They will tire of you shortly, but there are so many of them. As long as I can feed, I can grow.
Setrema, you're future will come, and in it, we shall find euphoria.