“No! We’ve done it your way and now we’ll do it my way.”
“Aly please hear reason. It’s only been a month. Jonathan will return with word. Please just give it a little more time.”
“Let’s be realistic, Flamededge is probably in Westfall lighting little gnomes on fire for sport. Besides do you honestly believe some pathetic heartfelt letter from little sissy is going to bring Lexanya home. I highly doubt it had any affect on her. Lexanya does not bend for the emotional Nori, not even for you.” There was an almost sadistic pleasure in the words. Alyania had hoped this would be enough to get her sister to leave so that she could find out real information.
“How dare you speak of her like that. She’s our sister Alyania. Whatever you choose to believe is fine but I will not let you taunt me like when we were children. I am grown now and I can form my own opinions. I know Lexanya better than you ever will. She’ll come home. Regardless of whatever scheme you have planned.” And with that Noricissa stormed out.
“Finally. Little spoiled brat. Belnik! Belnik you no good minion, SHOW YOURSELF NOW!” Alyania was not happy. Not happy at all. In her room deep below the streets of Murder Row in Silvermoon, she began pacing the outline of a worn purple summoning circle. On little shelves around the room sat jars of oddities that would scare and disgust even the most learned mage. Grimoires left open haphazardly on tables outlined notes on enslaving demons and curses to destroy armies. Glowing green mana crystals gave off an eerie light. In this room deep below the city Alyania Raventhorne practiced the often shunned demonic warlock magic.
“BELNIK! IF I HAVE TO CALL YOU ONE MORE TIME YOU WILL LIVE THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN A JAR ON MY SHELF!”
Alyania’s temper was rising. She’d sent her lowest minion out to gather information about her sister and he had not returned yet. Alyania had allowed her younger sister to believe that she’d be sitting by idly waiting for this letter to soften Lexanya’s heart. She knew the effort was of no use so she tried her own special talents at finding her. All her attempts to magically find her sister had failed and failure was not something she accepted easily. Alyania’s nerves where on end and there was only one thing that could soothe her. Slowly Alyania walked the length of her circular room and stopped in front delicate golden table adorned with exotic jewels. On top of this table sat a medium glass box. Simple and unassuming but inside held a cure to calming Alyania’s nerve. She peered inside the box and smirked at the silvery blue mana worms as they floated about. Alyania licked her ruby red lips and slowly opened the lid. The mana worm she selected gave off blue hue and she stroked him playfully. She allowed the worm to circle her arm as she gently caressed him. Then without warning she slowly sucked the life out of his plump body. The worm struggled, trying to bite her hands with his sharp dagger like teeth. Alyania closed her eyes and chanted words in a demonic tongue. Slowly the worm gave up his fight as she sucked more and more mana from his body. Eventually the worm, with its life over, shriveled up into a sliver orb and fell to the hard stone floor. At this moment Alyania opened her eyes and a sadistic sort of pleasure filled her visage. Her eyes suddenly flared a bright green like that of the finest emerald. She took a deep breath and smiled.
“BELNIK!”
“Yes my mistress. I am here my mistress.” A little green demon appeared at her feet with a pop. He seemed to be enveloped in a cloud of green smoke. Belnik stood no taller than 2 feet tall. Dressed in rags and shaking terribly he stared up at Alyania with an expression of hatred. “As if you hadn’t bellowed enough,” he mumbled under his breath.
“I warn you Belnik, I can here every word that comes out your disgusting little mouth.”
“Yes mistress.” He bowed even lower, almost kissing her feet.
“Well what have you found out?”
“I followed the mage as you instructed mistress. It seems he did indeed fullfil his promise to the young one. The mage found Lexanya in the port town of BootyBay. He gave her the letter but then she vanished.”
“Vanished? You allowed her to vanish! You had better come up with some reasonable explanation and quick or you will be dinner for Wraamon.”
“Yes mistress. Yes mistress. I have more information,” he rubbed his hands together and giggled madly.
“So is she still in that god forsaken town?”
“No mistress. The mage gave her the sealed letter from the young one but she did not open it, no she did not. Instead that night she boarded a ship to Ratchet.”
“So she is in Kalimdor?”
“Yes mistress. My information last leaves her in the town of Ratchet but she hasn’t been seen there in a few days, no she has not mistress.”
“Kalimdor? What could she be doing in Kalimdor?” Alyania said this more to herself than to Belnik. With this new information Alyania hurried around her room looking through books and scrolls. Trying to find some fact she might have missed, something or anything that would explain her sister’s desire to travel to Kalimdor.
“Excuse me mistress but I might know. Yes Belnik knows somethings mistress.”
“Oh do you, you insipid little demon.” Alyania had already forgotten he was there. It was easy to do so. “Speak.”
“Belnik has heard a story mistress, yes a story. Belnik learned from another that Lexanya is having nightmares. She is in search of an answer mistress. Mistress, Lexanya is in search of a shaman to guide her to an answer.”
“Belnik, I am not amused.” Alyania raised her hand and within her palm a sudden ball of smoke appeared.
“No mistress.” Belnik begged and his eyes seemed to water. “Belnik swears mistress this is true. I hear stories mistress but Belnik does not lie to his mistress.”
Alyania played with the smoke in her hand. Eyeing Belnik with disgust she contemplated ending his life but realized it would mean yet another minion she’d have to train. She brought the smoke to her lips and gently blew the ball away. ”Belnik, I warn you now if you have lied to me I will kill you without hesitation.”
“Belnik knows this mistress.” He bowed and kissed the ground Alyania stood upon. He knew that mere ball of shadow would have ended his life. Belnik was crazy but he was no fool. Even at her young age Alyania was a powerful warlock, beyond the skill of most blood elf warlocks of The Sanctum.
“Good and do not forget that. Now Belnik I need you go to on another mission. This one is highly important and Noricissa must not find out. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress. Belnik is eager to do your bidding.”
“Belnik find me Methios.”
