Entry 1:
My name is Aloria Silverstar. Much has changed recently. Though the memories from my life before the fall of the great Wall surrounding the city of Silvermoon were forcibly closed to preserve what mental health I could salvage; of late it seems the barriers I set up to protect myself from the feelings of remorse and loss that in the first years threatened my sanity to the point I was ready to end it all, are slowly crumbling.
The full ramifications of my action since are beginning to weigh on me. Why now, after so many years these thoughts have resurfaced I am unsure. Perhaps it is the tole that has been extracted from my soul, the weariness of dealing with the darker arts and darker entity's roaming Azeroth. Constant worry and fear for my own life, and the lives I hold dear are making me feel my age, and the responsibilities hang heavy on my shoulders.
Though through demons I have found a level of control and use for them, the recent visits by a Demoness of the Legion attempting to ascertain control of my Coven has forced me to step back and realize the depth and ramification of attaining greater demonic power and knowledge.
Demonology was never intended to take such a large portion of my studies, Curses and fel flames were always my preferred forte . Now however I have begun down a path from which redemption seems a vague concept, and nearly unattainable as deeply in the darkness as I have gone. I heard a Priestess tell me, "No one walks so long in the Shadows that they cannot find the Light again."
Is that what I really want, redemption from the dark things I have done, the wrongs I have committed. In a way it is, but what can I do? The people do not trust a warlock, and one who wished to be redeemed and bring respect back to her magics seem near impossible. No one trusts our kind, Warlocks, they see nothing more than fel addicts and undesirable people. The road back will be long and as I have found out the prejudices against my kind are evident even with other Sin'dorei. How am I to turn things around, make myself worth honor and make it seen I wish to work toward sealing this demon away, along with her ilk.
The Blood Knights have been of little help, they scoff at my warnings about the Demoness roaming Azeroth openly, it is as if they fear to step in. Cowardice is an ugly trait but by both a Priestess and Blood Knight I was scoffed at for my warning to them. How can I help the people I live amongst, when they seem so tied up in their own affairs they do not pay mind to the dangers walking our worlds.
I am beginning to think this cause a worthless one. But perhaps soon, I will be able to find someone with the authority or power to face the demon wench. Her powers grow, as do her servant numbers. I am trying to return to the Light, to the grace of being righteous. It seems, no one else shares this want, and realize it or not, they are sealing their own fates.
I pray that in time I may find someone of sense to listen, but with each day that passes my hope dwindles. Righteous people must still exist, ones who would no scoff and write me off as unimportant. It is not my importance I wish to see made greater, but the importance of stopping this Legionnaire Demoness. She holds much power, and I cannot face her alone, my death could have found me, it still may yet.
I am beginning this journal to keep a record of what I know. If I do not survive to see this dealt with, perhaps in the future this book, this diary of events, will provide some help to those in the future who realize what a growing problem this is to become. I am walking in dangerous waters, unable to see through the murky waters to where the treacherous undercurrents and drop offs hide.
My mind is full, my stomach empty. A bad combination for a night of rest, but I have faith in my perseverance. I hope to live to see the matter dealt with, but no one seems to think a Warlock can be trusted, or they are to closed minded to see that being a Warlock does not define me, being a Sin'dorei is who I am, above all else. The unbending will of myself cannot falter until I breath no more. I pray, something I had long given up; that realization will return to those who should be willing to help dispose of this demoness.
I will begin the morrow as I have the passed few, searching for those with brains enough to listen to sense, and wisdom enough to know, we must do something. Kael'thas was messing with dark energies, for that he was decommissioned. I have no love of the Legion anymore. They have betrayed me and shown their true colors. I must find someone who can help, someone with enough backbone to do what is right despite what others might think.
The hours grow later, night fading into morning dim light. I will retire to bed now, with a heavy heart and full mind. Perhaps on the morrow things will begin to look better.
Until my next entry, may the powers that be see us all safely into the day, and each day after. I can't help but wonder, what will my Coven think when I reveal the changes going on within me. Time will tell, I only hope it does not rip us apart. For now, they are all that I have left and they are safe. For that, I am thankful.
Until next time.
Signed.
Aloria Silverstar, Previous Magistrix to Eversong Wood.
My name is Aloria Silverstar. Much has changed recently. Though the memories from my life before the fall of the great Wall surrounding the city of Silvermoon were forcibly closed to preserve what mental health I could salvage; of late it seems the barriers I set up to protect myself from the feelings of remorse and loss that in the first years threatened my sanity to the point I was ready to end it all, are slowly crumbling.
The full ramifications of my action since are beginning to weigh on me. Why now, after so many years these thoughts have resurfaced I am unsure. Perhaps it is the tole that has been extracted from my soul, the weariness of dealing with the darker arts and darker entity's roaming Azeroth. Constant worry and fear for my own life, and the lives I hold dear are making me feel my age, and the responsibilities hang heavy on my shoulders.
Though through demons I have found a level of control and use for them, the recent visits by a Demoness of the Legion attempting to ascertain control of my Coven has forced me to step back and realize the depth and ramification of attaining greater demonic power and knowledge.
Demonology was never intended to take such a large portion of my studies, Curses and fel flames were always my preferred forte . Now however I have begun down a path from which redemption seems a vague concept, and nearly unattainable as deeply in the darkness as I have gone. I heard a Priestess tell me, "No one walks so long in the Shadows that they cannot find the Light again."
Is that what I really want, redemption from the dark things I have done, the wrongs I have committed. In a way it is, but what can I do? The people do not trust a warlock, and one who wished to be redeemed and bring respect back to her magics seem near impossible. No one trusts our kind, Warlocks, they see nothing more than fel addicts and undesirable people. The road back will be long and as I have found out the prejudices against my kind are evident even with other Sin'dorei. How am I to turn things around, make myself worth honor and make it seen I wish to work toward sealing this demon away, along with her ilk.
The Blood Knights have been of little help, they scoff at my warnings about the Demoness roaming Azeroth openly, it is as if they fear to step in. Cowardice is an ugly trait but by both a Priestess and Blood Knight I was scoffed at for my warning to them. How can I help the people I live amongst, when they seem so tied up in their own affairs they do not pay mind to the dangers walking our worlds.
I am beginning to think this cause a worthless one. But perhaps soon, I will be able to find someone with the authority or power to face the demon wench. Her powers grow, as do her servant numbers. I am trying to return to the Light, to the grace of being righteous. It seems, no one else shares this want, and realize it or not, they are sealing their own fates.
I pray that in time I may find someone of sense to listen, but with each day that passes my hope dwindles. Righteous people must still exist, ones who would no scoff and write me off as unimportant. It is not my importance I wish to see made greater, but the importance of stopping this Legionnaire Demoness. She holds much power, and I cannot face her alone, my death could have found me, it still may yet.
I am beginning this journal to keep a record of what I know. If I do not survive to see this dealt with, perhaps in the future this book, this diary of events, will provide some help to those in the future who realize what a growing problem this is to become. I am walking in dangerous waters, unable to see through the murky waters to where the treacherous undercurrents and drop offs hide.
My mind is full, my stomach empty. A bad combination for a night of rest, but I have faith in my perseverance. I hope to live to see the matter dealt with, but no one seems to think a Warlock can be trusted, or they are to closed minded to see that being a Warlock does not define me, being a Sin'dorei is who I am, above all else. The unbending will of myself cannot falter until I breath no more. I pray, something I had long given up; that realization will return to those who should be willing to help dispose of this demoness.
I will begin the morrow as I have the passed few, searching for those with brains enough to listen to sense, and wisdom enough to know, we must do something. Kael'thas was messing with dark energies, for that he was decommissioned. I have no love of the Legion anymore. They have betrayed me and shown their true colors. I must find someone who can help, someone with enough backbone to do what is right despite what others might think.
The hours grow later, night fading into morning dim light. I will retire to bed now, with a heavy heart and full mind. Perhaps on the morrow things will begin to look better.
Until my next entry, may the powers that be see us all safely into the day, and each day after. I can't help but wonder, what will my Coven think when I reveal the changes going on within me. Time will tell, I only hope it does not rip us apart. For now, they are all that I have left and they are safe. For that, I am thankful.
Until next time.
Signed.
Aloria Silverstar, Previous Magistrix to Eversong Wood.