Nightborne Revue: THE LEY-RUINS OF ZARKHENAR -- FROM THE JOURNALS OF TELLESTROIS
I've decided to break out my story writing skillset and dust it off to satiate my own flood of inspiration from Blizzard's story in Legion and beyond, and in particular the new allied races that have been released in preparation for Battle for Azeroth. It's not a parody, per se, but I've named it Nightborne Revue because I like it. Here's part one:
THE LEY-RUINS OF ZARKHENAR -- FROM THE JOURNALS OF NIGHTBORNE TELLESTROIS
In search of ley dust and pigment, I today visited a scene that made me more morose than I've been since my days as nightfallen. Fighting withered nightfallen is difficult enough because I was there with first the Night well, then arcwine, and later dredging ancient mana from crystals, corpses... the memories are not happy ones. I've felt the fiendy, endless cravings. I've attacked people I should and do love. If the self-reflection helps my own spirit as I gather my pigment and move on, for now, at least, good. But here on the front …
In search of ley dust and pigment, I today visited a scene that made me more morose than I've been since my days as nightfallen. Fighting withered nightfallen is difficult enough because I was there with first the Night well, then arcwine, and later dredging ancient mana from crystals, corpses... the memories are not happy ones. I've felt the fiendy, endless cravings. I've attacked people I should and do love. If the self-reflection helps my own spirit as I gather my pigment and move on, for now, at least, good. But here on the front …