The Everliving Project

The first entry in the journal Liore uncovered was translated from gnomish. Belonging to the old Countess Ashenarer, Aventellias and the mother of the lich Ilani, from the smatterings of common in her writings, Liore and Zakiri had discovered an eerie project. A project named Everliving, it was difficult to tell the scope, but, it involved the work of demons, and an unnamed elf of great persuasive abilities.

As the works were translated though, the two of them began to see something much more sinister in the works.

Entry one- Year 14 of the new calendar.

I do not like this. The Kirin Tor has asked me to infiltrate the Shadow Council, they fear, rightfully, that the Legion will be preparing for a new assault on the free races of Azeroth. Still, to be forced amongst demons is a path I never wished to walk.

I may have to leave my daughter Ilani behind, and my husband... still, this task is vital to our world's survival. The highborn magister, Lady Kacedonia, has placed one of her highborn spies in my command, a clever young lady by the name of Lacey. She is very friendly, but I still cannot shake the feeling of wariness around her.

She is eager to head into the depths of Legion territory. Arrogant and young...

Entry Seventeen- Year 14

... I am now part of the shadow council, its runes decorate my clothing... Lacey has gotten us both in with ease. She's remarkably good at her work. Still, I do not trust her, she is too good. I dislike her greatly, she works with the council as if she's been here years, she knows their secrets, their methods... she's too suspicious. I cannot help but fear this is a trap, that nothing good could come from this. I must not let my guard down.

I miss you Ilani, but, I do not want you growing up in a world besieged by demons. The cult I work in is small, led by a satyr named Croxis. Filthy creatures, I cringe at their void gazes, the scent of ash and brimmstone will never be clean from me...

Entry Twenty Five- Year 15

How far can I go before I forget who I am? I was told to torture information out of a captured prisoner.

Ivarlas, she was a mage of the Kirin Tor, I had studied with her before, she recognized me, though she spoke no words. I could not, I ran away. Lacey had to spend an hour calming me down, her tea is the only thing that doesn't taste like ash down here.

They are beginning to grow suspicious of me, I can feel them watching me at all times. I am thankful for Lacey, she continues to support me. She covers up my mistakes and slip ups, I do not doubt she is all that keeps them from finding out who I am.

I need out of here, this cult is driving me mad and I have yet to find anything. I fear I will fall... become what I hate.

I still have my thoughts of Ilani though, my precious daughter. And Lacey, she is my anchor, my comfort...

The only one I can trust in this fel cult of sin. She has suggested I take up the fel magics, I was hesitant but... it would earn their trust, which we will need to succeed in this mission. She says it is nothing but a tool, she does not understand magic.

Still, how much damage could a bit of fel magic do?

Entry One Hundred Sixty-Three; Year 16

I cannot shake the feeling something is wrong. Lacey has been giving me tea to relieve my stress and anxiety, but...

I have begun to master the basics of demonology, I learn very quickly, though I feel repulsed... disgusted every time I call forth a pitspawned fiend or turn a beast's skin to bulbous boils and pustules with my newfound magics. I tell myself it is but a tool, as Lacey says... but I cannot help fut fear this magic has a will of its own, and a darkness crawls within me now.

The dreadlord came today, we had a meeting, in which he spoke of needing some sort of weapon to drive a hole through the men of Lordaeron. That was our duty, to come up with ideas for such a weapon.

Naturally, Lacey and I were quick to report this to milady Kacedonia. She is so beautiful, unnaturally so, her skin as alabaster, her eyes like shining diamonds. How magnificant she is, my light in a dark time. The soft pucker of her lips, how her blond pig tails cascade down her shoulders.

She is beyond anything I know, a goddess... my goddess. Kacedonia suggested we offer up an idea to the dreadlord Mal'Ganis, the Everliving. She said we could get him to devote his resources to this project, a project we could taint to be his and the Legion's undoing.

She said she would come personally to oversee its completion, I warned her of the danger, but she said it would be necessary in fooling the Legion.

A great weapon we will make, but it would not be turned on Lordaeron, but on the demons who will forge it.

I will see your will done, milady Kacedonia... my queen... my light of lights...

Mine... she is mine...

Aventellias Ashenarer of the Kirin Tor.