Nyx

Aitana opened the storage room door.

"So many boxes, so much to unpack," she sighed to nobody in particular.

With that she set to rummaging through the boxes looking for all the research and artifacts related to Lady Nyx.

((OOC: Over the next couple weeks I'm going to work on retrieving information from the old forums and will be posting it here.))

Aitana sorted through the papers in the boxes. Finally she found some of what she was looking for. First she found some notes from Warburn:

Lady Nyx being was raised a Highborne. The Burning Legion attacks, and to stop Sargaras the Titan from enslaving all life, the Well of Eternity is destroyed. The Sundering destroys a third of the world, and splits the continent in to two.
After the sundering the Dragon Neltharion the Earth-Warder became knonwn as Deathwing the Betrayer. And thus Lady Nyx started receding into the shadows, in fear of retaliation from those that connected her to Deathwing's daughter Onyxia.


The Highborne, Lady Nyx included set out and establish Quel'Thalas in the nothern reaches of the Eastern Kingdom. The Sunwell is created with a vial from the original Eternity Well. Lady Nyx continues serious arcane research and get's interested in demonology.

This is where our lady gains stature, knowledge, wisdom and age. Until the well's destruction and the exodus of the High Elves to Outland.

She is related somhow to Lady Sylvanaas a Ranger General on the front lines - later to be turned into a banshee by Arthas the Death Knight.


One letter was clearly more recent than the other.

My Dear Colleague,

I trust this missive finds you in good health, as I share my thoughts, and another document. The diverse needs of this endeavor sometimes amaze me. We have intact rooms, preserved by magic, as well as ruins in varying states of decay. Some of what we recover in only obtained by painstakingly patient excavation, as sediment has had millennia to accumulate. Additionally, it seems evident that in some locations newer structures were built atop the remains of older ones, utilizing stone from earlier habitations. Thus in this one location, we have artifacts from both Early and Late Highborn culture as well as early, and almost contemporary, Bloodelf culture.

At this point, we believe that most of what we are recovering dates from the time of the Bloodelf Transition. Some items and documents are clearly of the Highborn Era, while others represent early Bloodelf characteristics. I suspect that that while some of this material predates the sundering of the Sunwell, most is post apocalyptical. Interpretation of some documents is problematical, not because they are foreign, but because they are so similar to current usage that it would be easy to lapse into thinking them current and miss distinctions our language once held.

I send our copy of the enclosed document with this concern in mind. Even today, “Beloved” can have several connotations, but millennia ago, “Beloved” could be anything from someone we hold in our hearts, say a family member or romantic interest, to a formal relationship, much are we now address each other as “Dear”, with no intimation of intimacy. Still, with regard to what follows, I cannot but believe that “Beloved” was used as an endearment, and an intimate one at that.

Finally, it is with some joy I note that this document undoubtedly regards our Lady Nyx. The original of this letter was found folded inside a tome of love sonnets. Did she put it there? I would like to think it was of special meaning to Lady Nyx, but in truth, it is unlikely that we will ever know if she even received it. We know its provenance, but not that it was ever delivered to, let alone treasured by, its intended recipient. With no farther preamble, than to hint there are significant implications therein, I leave you to ponder this find.

Your faithful servant,

Eyesore


My Beloved Ony,

I watch the approach of winter with a chill caused by more than the north wind as it sweeps uncaring through the pass. My despair that I will never again see the love in your eyes, or hear the tenderness in your voice, leaves me with a cold dread that winter cannot touch. And your sparkling laughter, which has filled me with such sweet joy, what if it is to no more be part of my life? I shiver at the thought.

It is so cold here! This posting has no relief in sight, and if, as we suspect, I was dispatched here to ensure that we have no future, the cold will be eternal. The mission itself is wrought with peril, and I dare not present my back to our allies, for there be no trust there. Were it not for honor’s sake… Still, more than honor binds me to this duty; what troops I command deserve my best, if any are to survive.

Dearest Ony, I try not to think of you, for my focus must be on our defense, but I might as well choose not to breath, for all the good it does. I find you in every warm thought, in every treasured memory, rich with vitality and potential. I have never been so alive as when in the spell of your magic. You weave an aura of wonder that binds my heart to you for all time, even if we have no more time.

I know you do not accept our fate, and will despair if you read this, but I fear I may not have another chance to put to word how dear you are to me. The strength of your family’s ties to the throne, and your personal powers, lead you, I fear, to think you can alter what will be, and that fear leaves me colder still. I can accept my fate, if I know you are safe, that you have a future. Nevertheless, I know you, Ony. I know you fancy yourself a dragon at heart. I fear you will gather your magic, even draw directly from the Sunwell, and be lost as well. I cannot bear the thought, or imagine the reality.

My beloved, I beg you, accept our fate. And if you would, as the years pass, and they will, remember me warmly.

Yours always,

Kael

Carefully she set the letters in the new files.