Story Time: Mana Match


Tradewind’s Market, Boralus, Kul Tiras

Part 5

More weeks had passed and though Andais Lu’s small party were doing minor missions to assist the Proudmore family, it was all leading up to bigger revelations such as the possibility of Queen Azshara returning and taking control of the seas, pirates harassing the shore towns of Kul Tiras and the locals not having faith in the rule of Lady Katherine Proudmore, Jaina’s mother.

Andais had gotten closer to her comrades, she shared interests of elven delicacies with Rahlis and he divulged of his former life as a warrior in Darkshore. It was only when the void consumed his thoughts that he found his class changing to becoming that of a Death Knight. Though she still clashed with Evrollah, the warlock and priest found consolation of each battle through meditation.

The light forged Draenei often woke the young woman up in the morning to begin a morning routine of withdrawing into herself and clearing out the pains and memories of war. But Andais admitted that she had gotten the closest to her enigmatic equal in magic, Vynsand. Whether on quests in the vast terrains of Kul Tiras or holed up inside Snug Harbour and drinking Darnassian wine, Andais barely left Vynsand’s side unless of course she was with her other companions.

Unfortunately, her elven friend still did not show his face to her. Andais wondered if the elf was horribly scarred and was ashamed to show himself but she tried to assure him, that she did not care on such trivial matters. Vynsand sounded touched by her comment but still did not lift the Kirin tor hood from his head.

One morning after her meditation with Evrollah, Andais had walked out of Fairweather’s Fine enchantments having casted on a new trinket that she was awarded during her quest in Brennadam and went searching for Vynsand. From one of the Boralus guards, he had mentioned that he saw the cowled arcane mage head into Whalgrene’s Lab with a bunch of herbs in his gloved hands and a leather book. Knowing that Vynsand was an alchemist, Andais hurried to the small shop and found the elf hunched over a table, with an open leather book and mixing one bubbling flask of coloured liquid into another bottle.

Being careful to not disturb him, Andais Lu watched Vynsand quietly, her hazel eyes drifting to the large red stone on the table that pulsed at a steady beat. She attempted to read the writing on the leather book only to frown slightly. She had seen this writing it wasn’t human and certainly wasn’t of the Kaldorei. She racked her distant memory of where she had seen such language before it revealed itself to her. She had seen it in the war-torn streets of the city of Suramar, during the invasion of the Burning Legion. The book belonged to the Nightborne, who now aligned themselves to the Horde.

Andais Lu folded her arms “Why are you carrying a book belonging to the Horde Vyn?” the mage jostled briefly in his stool before looking over his shoulder “Andais, you scared me” the warlock still frowning walked over to him and repeated her inquiry “Why are you carrying an enemy’s book for alchemy Vynsand?” the elf sighed before gently placing the flasks down on the wooden table. “If you may recall, the Nightborne once were my people too, we were all High elves once” Vynsand’s voice trailed off as if was far away, lost in the past.

He then grabbed the red gem on the table and flicked it towards Andais who quickly caught it on reflex “I have been working on creating a Surging alchemist stone, its properties would be able to increase intellect after casting and therefore allow easier casting time for a warlock or mage”. Andais Lu inspected the gem, immediately regretting her accusing tone of voice with her friend, she shouldn’t have been so forceful. She had nothing against Vynsand and she trusted him. She arched an eyebrow “Does it work?” she heard the smile in Vynsand’s voice “Let’s try it out”. Closing the Nightborne alchemy book and placing it inside his robe’s pocket, Vynsand led Andais Lu out of the lab and through the streets of the Tradewind’s market.

They walked up a turret of stairs that led towards the flight master, Joan Weber before Vynsand took a sharp left and descended more stairs that led into a training area facing the harbour. They approached three training dummies and Vynsand opened his palm, a glistening ball of arcane magic appeared, and he threw it towards the closest mannequin, the dummy exploding on impact before magically pulling itself together.

Gesturing towards Andais, Vynsand nodded “Now you try wearing the alchemist stone” Andais looked at the mage confused before sliding the red gem into one of her ravenous devotee bracelets then casted her opening spell of Conflagorate at the dummy. Green fire erupted from her fingers and singed the wooden doll, she felt the mana in her blood awaken with new energy and she quickly casted the same spell without hesitation. She stared at her hands amazed “I feel like no mana was wasted after that quick spell” Vynsand nodded “That is what the alchemist stone does, it lowers the wastage of mana after each spell we perform”.

Andais Lu laughed amazed “This could assist us during our lengthy missions and even help Evrollah with her healing time” Vynsand nodded again “This is what I have been hoping to achieve by creating stones for all four of us, even Rahlis would need it for some of his mana work of Death”. Andais Lu snapped her fingers and casted her next spell of Immolate, standing beside her she heard the teasing tone in Vynsand’s voice “See, the Horde book as you call it has some use to us” the warlock rolled her eyes before blasting three of the dummies with her felfire.

“They are still the enemy and the cause behind this war and why we are here in Kul Tiras then back in our respective continents” “Not all the Horde are bad, they just have a very lost leader…” Vynsand began and Andais Lu whirled upon him, her hazel eyes flashing green as she released another spell into the dummies “They burned Teldrassil! Anyone that follows that Banshee queen deserves to be either captured or incinerated” the four verdant spheres glowed above the warlock’s head as she swivelled in her Emberscatter treads and released her most lethal spell- Chaos Bolt.

The roar of the demonic missile flew and crashed into the dummies, leaving behind a small crater and surely waking anyone nearby. Andais Lu bit her bottom lip embarrassed at the damage she had left behind and looked up nervously. The inner rage once again dying down. She felt a soothing hand squeeze her shoulder and once again attempted to search for Vynsand’s face underneath the cowl “That’s enough practice for now I think”.

To be continued…

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Story Time: Sea Change


The Snug Harbor, Boralus, Kul Tiras

Part 4

She had lost count how many months they had been warring against the Horde and traces of her city of Stormwind or her order hall on the Dreadscar Rift began to fade into memory. All Andais Lu could see in front of her was the dead soldiers of the enemy and the constant presence of collecting azerite. This was what the war had originally been about. The attack on Teldrassil, the retaliation on the Undercity was all because of the azerite that now bled from the sands of Silithus.

The former king of Ironforge, Magni Ironforge had informed Andais of the properties of this new crystal that the factions fought over. That it was in the fact the life force of the world soul that sat in the very heart of Azeroth. Andais Lu refused to believe in anything mystical, having been fed it daily by her party companion, the holy priest Evrollah. It wasn’t until she was given an artifact known as the Heart of Azeroth did the warlock start to believe what the diamond king had told her.

The azerite in the necklace imbued her fel woven robes with new enhancements making able to withstand attacks though they were still made by simple cloth. Her powers too seeping from the depths of the Twisting nether fuelled her anger in every battle and were only growing stronger. Often her companions in her travel party worried that Andais Lu was losing herself to the chaos that gave birth to the Burning Legion but the warlock assured Evrollah, Rahlis and Vynsand that she was still had everything under control. Still, sometimes she wished that she could simply lose control and let the demonic energy take over. Maybe then the tides could turn in favour for the Alliance.

When the warlock and priest returned to Stormwind City, Genn Greysmane saw the weariness in the eyes of the two casters and instructed them to take a boat to Kul Tiras removing them from the front lines of Kalimdor. Though Andais Lu objected to this (yet again) she still boarded the next ship and sent a message to Rahlis and Vynsand back in Kalimdor to meet up with them in the Alliance’s greatest sea port. They had been welcomed by Lady Jaina Proudmore who was now Lord Admiral and overlooking the gathering of supplies and soldiers for the Alliance, she also kept check on the minor problems that would dare rise against her ruling family. Andais Lu had been reunited with Mookie though the warrior could not stay for too long already sent on another mission to the furthest part of the island.

The group had called the market place of Boralus their home and had been assisting in every mission big or small, the tides of war fading and replaced with the mundane necessities of the common folk. Perhaps this ‘sea change’ was good for the weary soldiers but the routine was becoming too easy to adapt to, it seemed easy to forget about the Alliance and Horde fight against each other in the distance continents when the quartet were too busy helping the people of Kul Tiras with their smaller problems.

Changing back into her diabolic robe from the simple night dress that she had bought in the market place when she arrived in the island’s capital city, Andais Lu stared out the small window that faced the harbour. She had her own room thankfully unlike back in Ashenvale when she had to share it with Evrollah. Here, she could have her own peace, though it often reflected in her inspecting the Heart of Azeroth that hung from her neck under the fel robes. It felt like a holiday but unlike her time in Pandaria where she became part of the Order of the Cloud Serpent and wore a dress that suited the serene surroundings, Andais Lu always woke up and having to change into her warring robes, just in case.

Trodding down the wooden stairs, Andais could immediately smell the food being cooked on the stoves and she inhaled eagerly almost bumping into Vynsand in front of her. “Oof!” she muttered before arching an eyebrow “Sure, just block the exit Vyn” the elfin mage looked over his shoulder. Once again he was completely covered up in the Kirin tor armour. His face shrouded as always, he had yet to reveal his face to the rest of his companions though Andais Lu overheard he had shown himself to Rahlis.

“Ishnu’Alah, did you sleep well Andais?” Vynsand greeted her, his tone of voice warm though it sounded like he had not slept himself. Andais Lu arched an eyebrow as they entered the main dining area of the inn and took up a table in the corner “I did, but it sounds like you did not” Andais attempted to see the face underneath the Kirin Tor hood. “I had an errand to run last night” Vynsand sounded apologetic “And you did not wake the rest of us? What if you needed help” Andais Lu pouted, realising that her companion had gone on an adventure without her. A chuckle echoed from underneath the hood “It was a simple task Andais, do not worry yourself”.

Andais Lu rolled her hazel eyes just as a plate of eggs and bacon were placed in front of her, her face lit up as she began to dig in, the elf in front of her had a simple herbal tea of sorts and watched her indulge in her breakfast. “Lord Admiral Proudmore did ask for us after everyone is ready to leave, she requests our presence at Proudmore keep” Andais Lu chewed slowly and a million questions began to race through her mind. Usually they reported to the commanders within Boralus, but if the archmage was requesting their party, something was dire and needed immediate assistance.

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The warlock was waiting outside the inn with Evrollah, the holy priest happily telling her comrade about her dreams that she thought to be prophetic. Evrollah often indulged in bragging about her hopes to become a prophet like the great Velen himself, it would further increase her abilities as light forged Draenei and to be placed higher up in the ranks of her people. Andais Lu huffed impatiently and Evrollah paused in her tale “Do I bore you Andais?” the young woman regarded the Draenei and laughed nervously “Not at all, but where are the gentlemen?” Evrollah shrugged her bare shoulders.

Inside his private quarters, Vynsand adjusted his hood in front of the mirror just as there was a knock on the door and Rahlis stepped inside. Seeing the mage fuss over his attire made the Death knight chuckle and lean against the wall “When are you going to tell the ladies of who you are? Especially Andais, you know how she is” “And that is why I cannot tell her yet, can you imagine the disaster” Vynsand’s voice muttered from underneath his hood. “Of you two having a magical argument, I do not want to be there for that” Rahlis laughed waving his hands up as if signalling surrender.

Within the Kirin tor hood, two golden eyes flashed briefly “And with that being said, you put further emphasis on why only you must know who I am my dear friend…for now”.

To be continued…

Story Time: Unlikely Allies


Stardust Spire, Ashenvale

Part 3

Andais Lu had somehow managed to survive being partnered up to the Holy priest Evrollah for the past two weeks while in Ashenvale. And though the two women clashed on their different world views and how they lived in the Alliance sanctuary of Stardust spire, when it came to conflict they fought very well together. While Andais broke through the Horde ranks with her spells of felfire and destruction, Evorollath attacked with her powers of holy light. It was a contradicting sight, light and darkness side by side.

They were not the only Allied soldiers who fought in the fallen realms of the Kaldorei, more of the Alliance had been sent out from Stormwind City or Ironforge, joining the two women to take back the lands for the night elves. Andais had befriended an Unholy death knight, a Void elf by the name of Rahlis Somberspark. Though he reported to Lady Alleria Windrunner, the sister of the Horde’s warchief Sylvanas but fought against her sister for she saw no honour in this betrayal, Rahlis was a lone soldier and because of his speciality it often had him isolated from the other squadrons. Because of this, Andais Lu invited him to join her and Evrollah though the Holy priest scowled at the idea of a death knight joining her.

The trio had returned to Stardust Spire after another attempted attack to reclaim Astraanar from the Horde, they thought they had gotten a foot in until the goblins came in with their mechanised weaponry to combat against the gnomes own machinery and the two factions reached a stalemate once again. Andais entered the night elf refuge wanting to burn everything in frustration, it had been like this since she had landed in Ashenvale and from what the weary soldiers had told her, it had been going on like this since the burning of Teldrassil. Why did King Genn Greymane send her here? She had better luck in assisting of the recruitment of Kul Tiran soldiers than reclaiming warring lands.

“Ease your storm lass, no point destroying our final sanctuary” the Beast mistress Gwynva Firststeel placed a soothing hand on the warlock’s gloved hand that had crackling fel fire in her palm. Andais Lu looked down to the dwarf in dismay “We still haven’t made a dent in their ranks Gwyn, this is a hopeless battle” the older woman gave her an encouraging smile and guided her to the inn where they had set up camp “On a wider scale it may seem like we are doing nothing but we are still frustrating the Horde ranks and causing damage, we are still doing something for the Alliance” Andais Lu let out an exhausted sigh and nodded “I suppose so, thanks Gwyn” before planting herself on her bed.

Beside the warlock, Evrollah was in deep meditation, her brows furrowed as she concentrated, her breath eerily even despite having returned from the battle herself. Andais Lu watched her fascinated just as Rahlis joined them, his twin blades still dripping in a mix of Horde blood. Andais Lu quirked an eyebrow “Better clean them up or the innkeeper will have a fit” Rahlis gave a mischievous smile “But irritating Kimlya is so much fun!” Andais laughed quietly “Bad idea, everyone is on edge right now” Rahlis pouted but grabbed the nearest washing cloth to wipe over the two swords. They still hummed with the power of death.

Later in the evening, Andais Lu went for a walk to clear her head, or so she had told Rahlis and Evrollah, what she was looking for was something to annihilate for her pent up anger still oozed from her pores and resulted in sparks of green fire from her fingertips. She wanted to continue fighting in Astranaar and only stopped when Evrollah had requested a druid to restrain the destruction warlock. Once they knew that Andais had settled did the druid remove his vines from the warlock’s hands. It had made Andais Lu grow more annoyed with Evrollah that the priest thought she could control her.

Stepping outside Stardust spire, Andais found herself tracing her steps back to Astranaar when she saw a small squadron of four Horde soldiers marching near her. Hiding behind shrubs, a crazy smile appearing on her face as she casted Fire and Brimstone, a single Verdant sphere glowing green above her auburn head. She jumped out of the bushes and casted Conflagarate to the nearest soldier, an Undead warrior, the loud explosion set the entire group off and they whirled around facing the warlock who gave them a cute wave, all the while her fingertips burned with fel fire.

The Orc hunter roared and aimed his gun towards her and Andais Lu laughed as she threw green fire towards the group, narrowly avoiding the bullet that was shot before releasing bolts of felfire. The demonfire shot through all four soldiers and they howled in pain before quickly charging towards the warlock, still Andais attempted to them at bay. Four verdant spheres glowed over head and her hazel eyes burned green with malice. They all had to pay for what they did.

Tapping Legionterror briefly on her back, Andais opened up a dimensional rift allowing more fel energy to be shot from the demonic staff itself as it smashed into its nearest target the charging Orc hunter who had his gun aimed again. Andais Lu jumped to the side but not before she felt the stinging pain of the bullet cutting through her diabolic raiment, cursing out quietly she spun around and unleashed her favourite spell- Chaos Bolt.

The roar of the fiery dragon-shaped bolt hurtled into the rogue warrior who flew off his feet, running up behind him, a Tauren shaman threw down its totems and casted back towards the warlock. Andais Lu narrowed her eyes and was ready to cast again though aware she was depleting quickly on mana when a blast of arcane magic appeared out of no where momentarily knocking the squadron away from Andais and an elfin, shrouded man in the armour of the Kirin Tor.

“Let’s go warlock!” he shouted tugging on Andais’ arm, she hissed at him and swatted him away “I have them!” “No you do not” the mage countered before leading the scowling young woman into the darkness of the Ashenvale forest. By the time, the Horde squadron regrouped the human warlock and her new ally had vanished.

Walking back to Stardust spire, Andais Lu huffed before shoving the arcane mage away “I could have killed them all but you stalled my my move!” “By the look of your verdant spheres, you would have soon been out of mana and a target for the Horde” the mage retorted back, his tone of voice clearly not amused. Andais Lu folded her arms in irritatation and stomped past the Sentinels who looked surprised at the return of the warlock. The arcane mage followed her quietly giving a nod to the guards.

“Who are you anyway? I did not see you at Astranaar today” Andais looked over her shoulder as she reached the healer who quickly attended to the wound on her arm “My name is Vynsand Runebane, I arrived just today” the mage bowed to her. Andais Lu snorted and rolled her eyes “Well next time Runebane, don’t get in my way”. The hooded mage said nothing back.

To be continued…

Story Time: High Orders

I should subscribe back into WoW and download Battle for Azeroth to get more quality content for my stories but I don’t exactly want to pay the fees again

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Stormwind Embassy, Stormwind City

Part 2

“With all due respect Lord Greymane, I believe I’d work better with either Mookie or even Booleigh”

“The warrior is already on Kul Tiras assisting Lady Jaina Proudmoore to ask for the aid of her people and I doubt the druid is even in the right mindset right now. She, like the rest of her kin are still affected by the loss of Teldrassil”

Inside the new faction base within the walls of Stormwind City, Andais Lu was arguing with Genn Greymane. She was ordered to take a boat to Kul Tiras and assist the Alliance within the proud sea port. She wasn’t going alone however and would be joined by the Light forged Draenei, a priest named Evrollah. The said Draenei stood on the other side of Greymane, her otherworldly eyes regarding the human warlock in curiousity and disdain.

The greying King of Gilneas regarded the high priestess of the night elves, Tyrande Whisperwind sympathetically, the Priestess lost in her own world, her hands clasped together in communication with her Goddess Elune. For the past two weeks she was constantly seeking the help of her beloved deity while also keeping a look out for her husband, the Arch druid Malfurion Stormrage.

Andais Lu’s hazel eyes drew in the solemn appearance of the High priestess and swallowed the lump in her throat. Tension was high even with all the Alliance leaders under one roof, both factions were at a stand still after two of their capital cities had fallen to the enemy. The Alliance no longer had any hold over the continent of Kalimdor but they reigned supreme over the Eastern Kingdoms.

Shifting in Emberscatter treads realising that she could not continue arguing with one of the leaders and nevertheless a King, Andais Lu resigned and folded her arms “Very well, Evrollah and I will take the next boat” “Be careful in Ashenvale Andais Lu, they are no longer the sacred lands of the Kaldorei” Genn Greymane warned. Simply nodding the warlock took a step back and walked out of the embassy, feeling the presence of the Holy priest beside her.

“I understand you completely on why you don’t wish to party with me Ms Andais, I too found this match to be uneven for your entire being reeks of our fallen enemies, the Burning Legion” the Light forged Draenei’s comment made Andais clench her gloved hands in irritation. She was friends and allies with many Draenei especially back in her garrison on Draenor but the Light forged were a different type of the alien species and in Andais’ personal opinion very over confident of themselves. Because they had been infused with holy light and blessed by the Naaru, they found themselves to be superior to the normal Draenei on Azeroth.

This arrogance made Andais Lu not trust them so have one as her partner in a mission to the contested lands of Ashenvale was unheard of! “My robes may have fel magic imbued in them but behind your relics of Holy light, you have the same faults as every other race of Azeroth” Andais snipped back quietly, her pace picking up, wanting to put as much distance between her and the priest. Perhaps if she was lucky, she could get her own boat to Kalimdor.

To be continued…

Story Time: Return to War

I haven’t written about my warlock in so long but watching the cinematic cuts behind the new World of Warcraft expansion, it inspired me a lot to write this short fic.


Dreadscar Rift, The Twisting Nether

Part 1

So much sacrifices were made.

Azeroth now bled from the wound inflicted by the dark titan Sargeras.

And yet the species of the dying world have turned on each other for the sake of their own greedy needs, the blood of the nascent world soul known as Azerite.

It started with the burning of Teldrassil, the new Horde warchief Sylvanas Windrunner ordered a brutal strike upon the tree of the night elves, it scarred physically and mentally the children of Elune and they are still recovering in the sanctuary of Stormwind City. The Alliance launched a counter attack and saw the fall of the Forsaken’s own Undercity. Now both factions sought new allies to aid them in this world war.

Standing in her Order hall, her body soaking up the fel energy that reeked from the Dreadscar Rift, the Scepter of Sargeras now Legionterror a constant weight on her back, the Destruction warlock Andais Lu shifted on the spot. Her eyes opened, the hazel eyes now burning fel green as she fuelled the angry storm whirling in her chest. She could not forget the anguish upon her friend, the druid Booleigh Evernight’s face recalling the tale of her fallen homeland. Nor could Andais forget checking on the injured in Stormwind’s infirmary. It had unleashed a rage that the warlock had not felt since the arrival of the Burning Legion and she eagerly joined the Alliance army marching to the Undercity.

Andais Lu had reigned demonic fire upon the Horde not caring if it was man, woman or child. They all had to pay for what they did to the night elves. The Horde started this first. Where once was a passive and peaceful soul finding the faction war unecessary was replaced by a dark hatred that was eager to swallow the warlock whole.

Though there was a standstill between the factions and the Alliance was rescued by the estranged mage Jaina Proudmoore, Andais Lu could not stay in her capital city for long, she teleported back to Dreadscar rift, the anger still bubbling in her veins. Not even her Horde comrades the Undead Affliction caster Zivaan and blood elf Demonologist Leithen could calm her down for they were Horde too and the Overlord threatened to annihilate them for trying to soothe her rage. Andais Lu was left alone to her brewing resentment while she meditated on the hard rock.

“Mistress, you are requested by Lady Jaina in Stormwind” the demon Calydus hovered nearby tentatively, unsure of how the warlock would react. Letting out a sigh, Andais Lu released the tether to the fel energy of Dreadscar Rift nodding twice, she silently left her order hall taking the teleport to Dalaran.

Emerging into the Circle of Wills within the mage city’s underbelly, Andais walked up the stairs leading to the street level. Her current thoughts were running over countless suggestions on why the former Kirin Tor mage requested her presence back home. Not that she minded, the warlock was hungering to unleash hell once more after her mana generation within Dreadscar Rift. Deep down, Andais knew that she shouldn’t have knocked back Zivaan and Leithen but all she could see was Forsaken and Blood elf.

It was a Forsaken that authorised the attack on the night elf tree, a surprise and heartless attack and that is why Andais no longer became passive on the faction war. This was something personal to her and she would make sure that the Horde would pay. The streets of Dalaran though bustling with activity was high with tension. The Kirin Tor still demanded a cease fire between the factions but it did not stop either Alliance or Horde from trying to outdo the enemy by other, petty means.

Casually walking past a Troll hunter, Andais discreetly snapped her fingers, the tusked warrior yelped in shock as the edges of his mantle caught alight in green flames. He snarled towards the back of Andais Lu but one quick click of her fingers again and the flames disappeared before the guards would notice. The warlock smirked to herself before she caught the scent of morning kafa brewing from the nearby inn.

Andais Lu used to take up residence inside the neutral inn, The Ledgerdemain Lounge because she found the energy of her order hall to be unsettling. That was before anger consumed her heart and she took up a permanent base inside the order hall using her title of Overlord to benefit her going to war for the Alliance. A brief moment of nostalgia swept over the warlock before she clenched her fists within their green Diabolic gloves and she picked up her pace.

She walked into Greyfang Enclave and nodded to the worgen guards at the main entrance of the building. There was a long embedded strife between Genn Greymane and Sylvanas Windrunner since the Burning Legion was in Azeroth and now the stakes were much higher. Genn encouraged each movement King Anduin Wrynn made against the Horde. Andais stood in front of Stormwind city and inhaled softly. The young king who had to grow up so much after the death of his father, again another fatality of world war.

Keeping her head high, Andais walked into the magical portal, her burning green eyes stayed home as she first heard the bells tolling from within Cathedral square. The fel fire in her eyes died down as she drunk in the sight of the Mage quarter of her home city. Every time she returned to the capital, it always overwhelmed her.

To be continued…

Story Time: The New Scribe


The Scribes Sacellum

Part 2

Using the hovering ladder, the warlock Andais Lu floated up through the tower of magical books, she was so used to demonic tomes that being a scribe, she was exposed to more knowledge and given leeway to dabble in lighter magic. Yes she did aid demon hunters on the battle fronts in the various realms of the Broken Shores but runes could also be attuned towards the greater good than just another established link to the Burning Legion.

Professor Pallin, her instructor and a gnome mage was impressed with her handiwork that it was almost worth while staying up late and studying each technique of how to write out a magical scroll. Almost. That was before she was pushed forward to invest in the magical properties of shields and protection spells by using scrolls and runes. That was what she was doing now, searching the never ending sea of books that were shelves in the higher levels of the Scribe Sacellum. With a quill and parchment in hand and using her minimal balance skills on the floating woodwork, Andais quickly grabbed one of the thicker novels and jotted down the spells written inside.

She knew that with any type of magical property especially spell books, any caster had to be careful when opening them. In such a high arcane place as the city of Dalaran, these books used by the scribes were incredibly potent and also had defensive magic wrapped around them to protect them from the wrong hands. It had been a stroke of luck and knowing her own unlocking spells that Andais had not unleashed any kind of wrath from the books and managed to write down what she needed to start her work on a shield scroll.

Floating back down to the floor and trading pigment with Ink trader Jessica Sellers, Andais parked in her usual corner of the shop and laid out her notes on the easel. Dipping her quill into black ink mixed with the pigment of grounded mana crystals, the warlock started her first try of her protection scroll. Hovering nearby Professor Pallin eyed her work before nodding quietly and walking away. From the detail of what she had read in the books above, this particular spell was much more difficult but she was determined to unlock it’s secrets and conquer like she did with any other new spell she learned for her demonic artifact sitting on her back.

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The candle was burning low as Andais Lu finished her twentieth scroll of protection, it was her final try and after much correction and suggestion from Professor Pallin before he retired to bed and a couple of extra mugs of Kafa coffee the warlock felt she was ready. Grabbing the scroll, she hurried out of the shop and down into the Underbelly of the violet city, the sewer guards were on watch which meant no rebellion or strange magical creatures appearing out of the dark. Placing the scroll on the ground, Andais spread her hands wide and summoned her voidwalker Helrath, if the protection had gone bad like her other trials before, her minion would protect her.

Reading the paperwork quietly, Andais Lu cast the shield scroll over herself, the scroll glowed gold briefly before dimming down. Biting her bottom lip, the dark caster mentally smacked herself thinking she had failed again only to feel a warm trickle of magical energy wash over her body. Helrath curled his claws into his fists watching his mistress and taking a step back, looking at her arms quickly with excitement, Andais Lu took note of the same golden glow appearing over her arms. Her mastery over protection scrolls was complete.

The end…or so you think. 

Story Time: The New Scribe


The Ledgerdemain Lounge, Dalaran

Part 1

It was early morning and the Violet city of magic was slowly waking up, while those who had laboured through the night slowly retired to their private quarters. Within the neutral inn in the northern quarter of Runeweaver Square, a certain Destruction warlock stirred from her deep sleep. Her easy awakening was shattered when something small and black streaked into the bedroom and pounced onto Andais Lu’s stomach “Meow! Meow! Meow!” Andais’ hazel eyes shot open alarmed and looked straight to her belly.

Staring at her and shaking her quickly out of her slumber was the Inn’s resident cat, Sunny. None of the guests or the two Innkeepers knew who Sunny belong to but it had taken a liking to the warlock, it has surprised the onlookers for normally no animal unless one of magic abilities would dare venture near a caster of Fel magic. “Sunny! I was waking up, you didn’t need to pounce” Andais groaned in dismay as she rolled to her side pushing the black kitten off her body. It landed on the rug and looked up at her, its long tail swishing maniacally in the air. Andais stared at the feline and chuckled shaking her head, she was used to the antics of cats. She afterall still had her two battle pets ZenZen, an Arcane kitty and Skitty- a Fire elemental feline, they had decided to stay back on Draenor in the familiarity that was her garrison.

Rather than settle inside her order hall on the once Legion controlled Dreadscar Rift, Andais had taken up residence inside the neutral inn. The idea of succubi watching over her when she slept on the lavish bedspreads inside the warlock order hall creeped her out and the Alliance hall of Greyfang enclave was constantly shoving Alliance propoganda in her face and to not make friends within the Horde.

Andais had opposed against this, while she worked in Dreadscar, she had made friends on the Horde side and not just from the Black Harvest council who bowed to her as their Netherlord. She had two close acquaintances, Zivaa Frosten an Undead female specialising in Affliction and Leithen Flamesong a male Blood elf demonologist, together they worked to achieve greatest for their council as well as to educate the new warlocks. Even with her colleagues, Andais still felt queasy with all the fel magic burning through her veins that were emphasised whenever she passed through the portal, it was easier to be normal on the floating city of Dalaran.

Changing into her Meteor chaser’s raiment and lifting the Scepter of Sargeras off the side table and placing it across her back, the artifact felt heavier with each new spell she learned to control. Grabbing her new blink trigger headgun, they were to replace her former mech shades from Draenor, Andais Lu exitted the bedroom almost tripping over the excited Sunny, walking past the assistant inkeeper Afsaneh, Andais headed downstairs already she could smell the sweet treats being cooked and coffee being brewed.

Today she was taking a break from her usual assistance within Suramar and focusing on her new profession that she replaced Alchemy with, Inscription. The gnome known as Professor Pallin was a hard case to crack, he barely smiled or reacted unless you mentioned a certain steamy romance novel that he put together with his colleague back in Ironforge. He made sure the warlock studied her runes endlessly until she perfected each technique. Andais had stayed up inside the Scribe Sacellum opposite her inn until the later hours of night when she heard the guards change shift in the Underbelly.

Grabbing a Kafa kicker, a dark roated coffee from Kun-Lai summit given to her by the barista Mel Lynchen, Andais Lu took up one of the velvet chaises and unrolled her newly written scrolls. Scrutinising at her handiwork, Andais smacked her lips together and took a sip of the hot brew, she hoped Professor Pallin would approve.

To be continued…