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 lines it a pretty acute pain I feel fighting my brothers and sisters here, so close to our beloved home in Suramar.
This place is wonderfully beautiful, a sad, ruined beautiful but nonetheless stunning to behold. It's a shame my nightborne brethren have turned northeastern Azuna, so close to our very own shores, into such a wretched den of evil behavior.
I have to note the primitive but dominating power of the nightfallen constructs here; our brothers in rebellion have certainly used what materials they had at their disposal together with the arcane engineering knowledge ingrained in our common race to create these fascinating -- if dangerous -- proofs of ingenuity and resourcefulness. Putting them down is an ambivalent act for me, and I'm not quite sure why I'm grasping at the constructs' cores, but I will and do.
I must share with Prince Farondis my sincere desire to help anyone we can here -- I passed a few hungerers without incident and had to war in my head as to whether to put the poor souls out of their misery, hostile or not, or to get my ley pigment dust from more hostile whithered. I chose the latter, but it haunts me that perhaps I did a disservice to those poor hungerers by not giving them peace now before they potentially become more aggressive later. Thalryssa might have some ideas as well -- she's been periodically taking withered to Shal'Aran from just over the river in Suramar already, so extending our reach out to here at the Ruins in Azuna might be possible soon.
I better put pen and vellum to desk; my ley fire is low and I tire.
TI

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