-You find a curious book-

[Syrila]

There are a few ways you may have stumbled across this particular item. Perhaps you were meandering through an inn and happened to find it open on a table. Or maybe it was dropped among the shrubbery of a path near town. The only other option is that you took it upon yourself to steal into the owner's room and take a look at what thoughts were going through her head, but hopefully that is not the case. However this book was found, you now hold it in your hands to read or dispose of, and it's completely your choice now what you are to do.

The cover and binding of this book are made of a dark, silky material. It seems elaborately overdone, with embroidery and runes, even a hint of color here or there. The owner must have been a tailor of sorts, maybe even an enchantress by the looks of it. She also had far too much free time on her hands to go to so much trouble for a simple item such as this.

Opening it, of course you are greeted with handwriting and pages upon pages for old, recent, and future entries. The first entry is written neatly, the script small and delicate.


I thought I would write to myself. It's really the only thing I can do out here alone. After Tithievius became involved with the Order, we saw a lot less of each other. . . until I finally decided to come to this forsaken place to further my studies in what I wished to know. Still, there are times where I wonder why I stay here and don't find someone new to cure my boredom with, but there are reasons. I have a lot of things I wish to learn, and this is one of the best places I know of to do that.

I doubt anyone will ever read this, but for any that may do so. I am Syrila. There's not much else I'm going to say about that, because it's unimportant. Introductions always seem like the thing to do though, whether it is just to a book. My childhood friend, Tith, and I joined a group called The Order of Eversong. I've never truly grasped their motives at fighting Silvermoon City and the Prince, but I can believe that they think they're right in what they're doing. Who knows, maybe they'll change something, somehow. Me, I'm content where things are, and find it amusing that shortly after joining them I learned how much corruption, or the mere possibility of it, bothers them. It's interesting, to say the least, because one day they'll realize that corruption can lie behind even the most innocent of faces.

I would write more, but I have things to do. I'm sure I'll be back very soon though, because what else am I to do between tests and studying?

The first entry ends there, the last page ripped at the corner where it seemed that something else had been written.

[Syrila]

It's another day...

I don't really want to write much, but I've been thinking. I still cannot get passed the fact that potential corruption can be such a big deal with an order like the one I'm in. Maybe that's not exactly the only thing that is bothering these people. . . All I know is that another member had felt quite a bit isolated because of it, and even argued that his demons were not servants, they were more like a hunter's pet... close to being friends. Companions. Maybe I keep dwelling on this issue because of the activities I'm consumed in my studies... I can honestly say that I don't distrust his demon "friends" though. Gobmir seems adorable, in a potentially evil way...

A doodle of a small imp is scrawled on the side of the page, close to the name Gobmir.

I would enjoy to always have a bond with someone, or something...

[Bir]

(( If I found a curious book, do I know curious information IC? :O ))

[Syrila]

((Indeed. ^^ I thought I'd put that twist on it for kicks. Hehe ))

[Syrila]

An epiphany! I learned something today, and it was quite exciting. While doing a few tests on the resident squirrels and rabbits, I ran across another living soul after this extended period of isolation. I watched him carefully before realizing he had no potential to be friendly at all, and decided it would be amusing to test out my latest discovery. I'd read in my texts that I could control the mind of another living creature, but it never seemed to work on the wildlife. I had a theory that it would only show results if used on something more. . . resembling of myself. His life was appreciated fully before I sent him over a cliff. Without him, I'd still be curious to know if the texts were true.

Oh, how written lore can be so wonderful. I may never have the bond or control over demons a warlock has, or the arcane powers of a mage, but I find my potential abilities to be quite promising. The more I read, the greater the excitement grows.

[Syrila]

Is there a key moment when a person realizes they're growing corrupt? I was just wondering. . . Sometimes you have to try and put in perspective that the corrupt may not always know that they are viewed as such. Some individuals may actually believe that what they are doing is completely normal. When something like that happens, you have to call them insane over corrupt.

. . .

I found an injured rabbit today. I intend to keep her. I think there are limits to cruelty, even for the sake of knowledge. I may have my sadistic streaks, but sometimes my desire for a friend overpowers that. This little animal was lucky I wasn't feeling like I was yesterday.



A detailed sketch of a wild rabbit caught in a hunter's trap fills the remainder of the page. There was much attention given to the eyes... a feature that even animals have to show immense fear and pain...

[Syrila]

There are a few portions of the page missing, appearing to be chewed away by an animal of sorts.

I named the rabbit Kiwi. . . I think she's going to be fine in a few days. Her injuries were minor, and I guess the squeals were out of terror, not pain. She likes to sit on the table and watch what I'm doing, 'though there's a part of me that knows she'll always long to go back to the wild...

I've neglected my studies with Kiwi around, but I'd rather play with her than do anything else right now. I suppose that's what happens when you isolate yourself for so long. Heh. This little rabbit is starting to show me why it's better to be around people sometimes.

[Syrila]

Kiwi and I chanced a visit to Silvermoon City today. As usual, no one really took notice of us. It's not really surprising though. A city full of faces similar to mine - what more could I expect? I enjoyed holding Kiwi in a blanket though, otherwise she'd have run off, frightened by how busy the place was. Most of the time she attempted to nuzzle up under my chin for comfort. Silly rabbit...

I took time to check the auction house for recipes and supplies. A few of the items I've made had sold, providing me with some extra silver for food and such. I tried to avoid familiar faces, however, because as bored and lonely as I am, my research isn't quite done. I've read a lot about what I can do with shadows, and I wouldn't be able to dwell on it with the light loving members of the order around. I just think they'd eventually get suspicious is all, but they haven't really seemed to miss me anyway. I have Kiwi though, so all is well... but she has a bad habit of chewing on my papers. I think she's devoured something important, but I can't place my finger on what...

[Hype]

Not to alarm you, but next we meet keep that delicious rabbit hidden from me as I would hate to do anything (uncontrollable I assure you) that would jeopardize an acquaintance I have recently become accustomed to. It is the curse of the Forsaken to ruin all that is good in life.
HYPE

[greebo]

Not to alarm you, but next we meet keep that delicious rabbit hidden from me as I would hate to do anything (uncontrollable I assure you) that would jeopardize an acquaintance I have recently become accustomed to. It is the curse of the Forsaken to ruin all that is good in life.
HYPE
You should get that looked at young man. Curses are removable. Although a deliquescing rabbit, visited over time to provide an accelerated view point is, as you say, delicious.

And priestess - it is nice to see that you are widening the scope of your studies. Certainly you need to be able to understand the beasts of the field as well as the sentients. I must warn you however, to resist the temptation to examine Kiwi too closely. Love has its limits but they are reached well after the frailties of flesh.

[Syrila]

((xD Oh my. ))

The next few pages aren't too important. They're merely filled with doodles and an occasional line of text, most of the time some form of note jotted down without an explanation. Finally, after leafing through the book for a few moments the next entry appears, beginning in a rather reflective tone.


When I was younger, not a child, but not who I am today, Tithievius and I would often sit and talk at a cliff west of the Ruins of Silvermoon. Whenever we had nothing better to do one of us would wait there, knowing that the other would eventually come as well. It's just how things worked, and in those days it was what we knew best. There was one day that something happened a bit differently though, and I'll never forget it because of the strong reaction that Tithievius had. I've never understood, but there have been clues...

I was sitting on the cliff's edge, my bare feet dangling idly as I watched the water below. I'd been swimming, as I often enjoyed doing, and I was waiting for my clothes to dry. I wasn't completely nude, of course, but I had a minimal amount on because why would I swim in something that would weigh me down in the water? I was sure that would be much more silly than how I looked then.

After a great deal of silence, I picked up the sound of footsteps and pebbles stirring beneath someone's feet. I assumed it was my friend, like usual, but when no one greeted me I began to wonder. Still, I preferred to believe it was Tith, so I fell backwards into the grass to look up at the person I knew was standing behind me, only to find that it was not who I expected it to be. Most people would probably have been at least a little embarrassed about things, and to be honest I was flustered because of how. . . casual. . . I was dressed, but I couldn't afford to let a stranger know how they'd startled me.

"Hello there," I greeted him casually, attempting not to appear as embarrassed as I was. I do believe he saw through that, however, because the smile he gave me wasn't quite as innocent as a smile should be.

The man and I didn't have much of a conversation, but I did manage to pull myself into a more dignified position. My clothes had dried by then, and I dressed myself, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. It wasn't hard, however, because attention was never brought to the state of my clothing. Instead, the weather was mentioned, how the water looked crashing upon the cliff base, and random chatting that never led to anything, but did keep the silence from making our encounter uncomfortable.

It was only a short amount of time before Tithievius seemed to magically appear. . . he always did enjoy being a stealthy one. What surprised me more wasn't how suddenly he popped up, but the look on his face when he saw the man standing with me. There was almost hatred burning in his eyes, but I couldn't study his reaction long enough because with Tithievius' arrival came the strange man's departure. Acknowledging me once more with a nod, he mounted a steed that treaded flame and trotted back down into the woods with a smirk I wasn't able to understand...

There was something about the man, though, that always intrigued me and it wasn't until recently that I realized what it was. At the time, I'd not known about the mount a warlock usually possessed, but it was indeed a felsteed. . . a creature twisted by the energies used to bind it.

Why do I mention all this now? Just memories coming to surface I suppose. They probably were caused by my first visit to Silvermoon when I'd begun living in isolation, and the visits thereafter... This was before I began my studies, and I was still quite lonely for company at the time... When I'd reached the inn, I felt as though someone I knew was near, but the only man I could see was a warlock enjoying his meal in the company of a very unhappy voidwalker... I left, not making a connection... but part of me wondered if that was the man I'd met those few years ago... My following visits met the same results. Sometimes he was there, others he wasn't. I never spoke with the man, but I couldn't help but study him, just to find out if he could at all be the person I thought he was.

I never found out, but we had a conversation once... and he handed me a book. That's the book that I've been studying out of for most of my stay here, and the one that has taught me a lot of what I know now. I still don't know if it's the same warlock, but I have to admit that if I'd never met him, I'd never have realized my potential... I visit the city so little now that I haven't seen him since we last spoke, but I can't help but think that he wanted it that way...

[Medoria]

Medoria is gonna have to start trying harder.... all these guys for you.... ooo well

[Syrila]

(( xD That's not quite this man's story, but you know.. :P Now's the part where everything starts coming together. w00t w00t I mean.. before she was alone in the woods, Syrila was actually quite "I wanna help people!" . . . but now.. she's not.))

[Medoria]

(( i know i was giving u a hard time lol..... just medoria is gonna have to try a little harder seeing as u flirt all the time but cant seem to understand when some one does it back.... although medoria's flirting is a bit different from others...))

[Syrila]

((xD Hahaha. Syrila's crazy like that. ))

[Medoria]

(( i dont think its just syrila i think its u in RL too <3 ^^ ))

[Syrila]

(( I have no idea what you speak of ))

[Syrila]

That rabbit! I knew there had to be something important that Kiwi was chewing on, but I hadn't thought she'd be gnawing on the book I've been studying. I'll have to remember to put it up when I'm through with it, lest she consume the entire book before I'm finished with it.

It shouldn't be too long now... I've already finished reading most of the material, it's all about remembering what I've read and all the fine details.