To the Inquisition:
Azsuna, the risen, ruined night elf empire. Now overrun with a fel corruption that threatens to consume everything in it's path. This is where I began my hunt. It was, of course, far too obvious of a choice. Horde forces are too consumed with the Legion to notice the armies of Alliance running around like frantic rats. Demon 'lords' boast and yell their power to make themselves easy prey. Having spent time in the tomes searching for information, I learned of guards known as 'Wardens', and how it was their desperate decision to release their captured, foolishly believing that all would fight for their cause.
And it is truth that many have joined the ranks, one faction or another, driven by what seems to be an endless battle just to keep a stalemate upon the Broken Isles. Many, but not all.
Their vault had been assaulted, holding several of their strongest, whom have been granted power in exchange for their service to the Legion and their leader, Sargares. Powerful enough that admittedly I could not hope to capture any - alive - on my own. My exploration led me to the discovery of a tower on the western coast of the land, swarmed with the lesser minions of the enemy. Demon Hunters. Betrayers putting Adepts into duels that would find the weaker of the two fallen, the victor moving to the next trial of their ability. It is here I found one of their 'students' far from their betters, avoiding battle to experiment with one of the fel-spewing corruption stones, likely hoping for an easier means at more power than endless hand-to-hand combat.
He called himself Keldoren, though none can be certain if that is so. These demon spout strings of lies, though some of his confessions have been proven true. The first, and perhaps most important, that death is not a threat to their kind. Even the lesser supposedly slain by their fellow adept would not remain dead. Dreadweaver Cayli has confirmed this. These creatures have the capability to return to their wounded bodies, or search out another host for their souls. In a sense, this army threatening our existence is immortal. This leads me to believe that the answer is not in slaughter, but imprisonment.
Perhaps not as significant but still of interest is the reason why the eyes of these hunters are burned from their skulls. Doing so is a ritual that grants them another type of vision, allowing them a keen sense of other demons, as well as undead. This could pose a problem to fellow risen knights and the forsaken of our order, but could also provide some advantage to those who yet live.
The demon captured was not cooperative, despite the week spent bleeding him out and starving him of his beloved poison. In the end, by order of the High Inquisitor, he was sentenced to a greater torture. Collecting his heart was naturally a pleasure, but it also provides a connection to allow me to know where to find him again, even if his body was destroyed. I intend to provide more should I cross his path again.
As reported, his wings were painfully removed by Illidari Cayli and Illidari Esrythalon, and he was deposited off the tallest tower of Karazhan onto the jagged rocks below. (See 'https://thegrim.org/forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=11671')
Peace through annihilation.
- Sevris Heartseeker
The Wordsmith's Report (First Entry)
Re: The Wordsmith's Report (First Entry)
Ruuki read over the report, though she didn't have much time to pen a reply given that she was going to see Sevris in person this night. She decided to save her words for then.