“Will I see you again, or will this night end as a fond memory in the making?”
“I am resolved in my decision to see you cleansed and renewed. And I must….study, this. I must learn more before I come to a conclusion. I cannot risk taking you into the Nexus and simply having you burn away. Whatever you felt from me, the Nexus is the eye of magic itself, far stronger than anything I can produce, and older than even the Shal’dorei themselves.“
"It would be my luck to burn to nothing at the moment of my salvation.”
He slammed the book before him shut, a growl inhuman rumbling from his throat. Nothing. Again, nothing. For the first time the library of Dalaran had failed him, and the shame of failure was not an emotion Khalithagos was used to.
He cast an angry glare at the bookshelves that surrounded him, finding equal fault in the Kirin Tors inability to house one decent book that discussed the nature of fel corruption. The restricted section, which had proven ridiculously easy to break the wards of that protected the entrance, had not offered up anything of use either save one long passage in a tome ‘Of Magycks Most Foul and Corruptable’ that looked older than Alexstraza.
‘Ov Fel, most evile of magycks, it is considered a topic not to be discussed among cyvilized scholars. For fel is, ov all thyngs, a most corruptable energy that overpowers all it touches’.
Why bother to mention it then if all it said was ‘fel is bad’? “Water is wet, fire is hot.” He shoved the book aside as he mocked the thing in a scathing undertone and looked to the piles of tomes that surrounded him. He must have pulled near every book off of the shelf by now and had no desire to sort them back into their appropriate spots merely out of digust and spite. Forbiddon knowledge indeed. ‘Prudences Guide to 101 Sex Postions for the Chaste’ had more forbiddon knowledge than the books around him.
Aside from his rather mandatory excursion into the Dragonblight to renew himself, the day had afforded him nothing. He slapped the tabletop and continued to scowl most heavily at the book before him. Loathe though he was to admit it, he may need..ugh…help on the matter.
The quill, ink and parchment were easy enough to conjure, and the letter, while short and to the point, was deliberately left polite.
Scion-
I require your assistance and knowledge on a subject most delicate and sensitive in nature that you are yourself well versed with. I feel you are more than capable than many on the subject as your lecture on the arcane and your answers for the subsequent questions were well spoken and indeed, well thought out.
I am curently employed in the Ivory Spire and would appreciate time given to address this subject face to face as I believe a meeting is long overdue.
This letter will cease to exist once you have finished reading it.
Khalithagos’.
He finished the letter and folded it with care. The paper sealed itself tightly before it dissolved into so much arcane dust and was ripped away in an invisible wind.
Sighing he pushed himself up from the chair and left the library, repairing the so called wards behind him as he left. Let the lack of knowledge inside be the reason for the librarians to file the books back themselves. Restricted knowledge indeed.
Tyleril Silversword 