The Call

[Voltaere]

Dreaming at Sunstrider Lodge
I lie awake again…staring into the night sky, full of trepidation. Eventually, exhaustion will take hold and I will dream. It will be the same dream I have had every single night since the Fall. It is a dream I dread, lying awake in the dark…

I am on a precipice, overlooking the grandeur of Silvermoon City. My long time friends are laughing and practicing swordplay and magic on the deck below; beauteous in their form and grace. How I admire what our people have done…it is hard to put it into perspective, our civilization has accomplished so much. I lean upon a flagpole carrying our glorious standard, taking in all its serene majesty.

Then in one violent instant I am engulfed in Blackness, the Eternal Void …and complete emptiness fills me. It is a terrible drowning sensation…the very air I breathe disappears. I can not catch enough air to take a breath…through fading vision I look for a place to come up for air…still not able to breath…gasping for air…I crumple to the floor…choking on nothing…fading to blackness …

After a period of time I can not calculate, I awake somehow, a last death-roll before my final rest. There is still no air and I am still drowning. I try to focus my mind and lie still, accepting the inevitable end as dignified as possible, still wondering where the air has gone to… then I realize perhaps it is not the air that has gone…something else… the lifeblood is gone. Something has happened to the Sunwell, I can feel the emptiness in my soul. I recover from the blackness long enough to see my friends below – they are drowning and dying like me. The end is near. No, they are not like me; instinct has taken them. They lose their minds, devouring anything magical within reach. To my horror, they even devour each other’s magic – leaving a wretched and soulless shell. I think what must be happening at my homestead…knowing the same scene has played out with my family. I find enough breath to let out a cry of mourning and horror…

I wake again from the recurring dream…sweating and screaming. I can not go on this way. The constant drowning sensation is too much to bear. I have seen many of my people fall to darkness. I decide to make one last attempt to recover before I kill myself, or worse, join the ranks of the wretched. I must try. I leave the hospice of SunStrider Lodge, no longer willing to just die, and join the few of our people who have heard the call. Holy Power may yet fill the void the Sunwell leaves behind in me. I begin to focus on helping my people and not wallowing in my pain. The pain does not go away, but the Holy power gifted is enough to sustain me. It is enough to fuel me. It is enough to save our people. It is enough to let my heart fill with rage - and retribution - and damn the world to get it!

Thus my service to the Blood Elves as a Paladin begins…



((Please forgive any lack of WoW Lore. My attempt here is to try and express the awful hunger the BE must feel. I imagine that magic must be as necessary as food or air. The loss of which might drive them to do anything and instinct takes over. If you have ever tried a fast, or even just hold your breath too long, you might feel the same as the BE for magic. I hope to have time to write some more in the coming weeks, hope you enjoy. Again - thanks for the invite Nyx - Voltulio))

[Barefoot]

((This is wonderful, Voltulio. I think it really captures the essence of Blood Elf magic-lust))