Into A Night Route

Authour: Saerileth
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Brief Information:
Character(s): Saerileth Azhari, Nyle Leves, Geister
Location: House of Morningstar, Leves's Room
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“Geister, you may wish to lock the door of this room. To keep unneeded House members out of the way,” Nyle Leves, the Forsaken Warlock, spoke softly, setting down a sleeping rogue onto the bed in her room. Her room was large, set up to be a cross of a bedroom and a laboratory almost. Among the walls were bookshelves of research and documents. Tables were covered with vials and potions of the sort, chains and knickknacks, even some devices and items that held use into the Apothecary Mistress’s life. 
The experienced Forsaken laid her eyes upon the rogue, sighing heavily as Geister, her assistant and witch doctor, a troll, went to the door and locked it. As the Troll made her way back, the rogue moved around some more, waking up. “Your exhausted, Saerileth. Stay down,” remarked the Forsaken. Saerileth glances around, trying to sit up. Sighing again, the warlock helped her, then stood and paced, not taking her eyes off the rogue. “Found you in Silvermoon. Out. Not sure where your little friends are…but took you back nonetheless.”
The rogue glanced up at Leves, feeling awkward suddenly to the situation. Her body was scratched and looked horribly weak. There was a reason she was brought to this room, and dreaded it as the seconds past. Leves was able to pick this feeling up rather quickly, holding a grin that made Saerileth look away quickly. “Why am I in here?” the rogue asked, hesitantly. The elf backed up on the bed, to make distance between her and the warlock. 
“Nothing gets past you now does it dear?” 
Saerileth made no comment.
“Ah, might as well get to point.”
“What do you mean?”
“Those signets first off…you took them.”
“We’ve talked about that…” the rogue attempted to change the subject quickly.
“Remove the eye patch child,” the Forsaken demanded sternly, walking to the girl slowly, the imp minion appearing next to the elf. “Geister you may want to hold her down. The screaming is one thing, but fighting will be another.”
Saerileth got to her knees and began to crawl away in fear, not quick enough before the Troll had yanked the elf back to face the Forsaken, holding her tightly with her arms behind her back. It wasn’t long before the Troll had forced the girl to her knees, whispering, “Sorry Zersy…gotta do deh job.”
“The energy, Saerileth,” Leves started, approaching her, “It a lot stronger than one tends to think of it. You recall the incident with that warlock you mentioned to me a night or two ago? It’s only going to get worse. And no little items of yours that your friends give you for aid will help you.” The Forsaken held up a signet that looked like a ring. “You had three of these. You took them from my room, after I had clearly stated to you that you were not allowed in there, Saerileth!” The rogue’s eyes widened, beginning to tear up as the warlock continued. “You recall this one, I hope to the pits of hell you do, child. You left this one in the inn of Silvermoon City. I assume you tried to throw it away that night of that incident?
“Well Geister found it. It doesn’t leave easily, Saerileth.”
“I know Mother Leves!” the rogue cut in. “I didn’t know wha-“
“Shut your mouth! I am not finished,” snapped the Forsaken, almost raising her hand to the girl’s face. She caught herself and sighed, kneeling before the elf and looking into her eye. “I also said remove the patch.” She nodded at the imp, who untied the patch from Saerileth’s eye. In response, the rogue closed her eyes tightly before opening them.
The Forsaken smirked as she examined them. The eye that wasn’t behind a patch was normal coloured for a Blood Elf, the other, however, had a hard time staying one colour of three: blue, an orange colour, and green. “As I suspected, you’re still fighting it.” The warlock remained kneeling in front of the girl, widening with the smirk. “You should learn to not let it over ride you, child. Ah…but what do I know…you’re still a young elf, you’ve yet to learn how to.
“For a beginning, and for record, you can’t leave from the signets. But yes, you know that already. The energy calls to you. You wondered exactly why that elf you once knew was doing. Claiming to have fallen away from the damn Prince! Saerileth, you need to think! Those signets he gave you were just a mire trap! You left for Arathi holding them the week later, and wondered why so many Fel Daemons came to you?”
“That Knight lied, Mother Leves, I know that-“
“NOW you know that, child! He was sent to turn the House inside out! Even I could see that one coming. You never trust one that says he left the Prince. Do you think your brother would have kept him?!”
“No, Mother…” the rogue mumbled, lowering her head in shame.
“You can’t leave those signets because of this, Saerileth.” The Forsaken held out the signet in her hand in front of the elf’s face, applying pressure slowly. As she did this, Saerileth began screaming, struggling to be let go, but Nyle was careful to not break the item – yet – and allowed the elf to build up her screams in pain.
“The energy entered your system; the signets absorbed what they could. You feed the signets, and they feed you back when your body is low. Endless cycle that your beloved one from before placed you in. You’ll become a wreck child. Much like that one elf rogue you’re friends with is addicted to the Fel and Bloodthistle, you will be much of one to follow that route. Ever wondered what happens when something like this breaks with you?” the Forsaken questioned, assure of her answer, but curious if the girl knew as well.
In a clueless response, the girl shook her head no, causing the Forsaken to grin wide and nod. Her hand gripped the signet tightly. The signet broke instantly, both from Nyle’s grip and the shadow magic of the warlock’s. The rogue broke from Geister’s grip, curling up on the floor screaming in pain. Both the Troll and the Forsaken stood there as the rogue continued on. Pounds against the door could be heard, but no one moved to open it.
“Saerileth, you feed the item a portion of the Fel that is in you. Broken, all of it that it has absorbed will come to you like so,” the Forsaken explained as the rogue continued her screams, “Those two signets you carry around your neck with that Arcane pendant will much be the same. They will break at a certain amount of energy level. If they break, the amount in them will be enough to drive you into a similar, if not worse condition much like the previous night.
“They must be gone, child. They connect to you, deeper than a warlock’s own curse. Removing them without knowledge of reactions will be severe, but for your case, you must get rid of them. Have someone with you when you break them, or have no one with you at all, your choice,” she paused a moment to allow the rogue to silence her screams in agony and sit up. Nyle kneeled back down to her level and grabbed the signets attached to a necklace from the girl’s neck. “As you feed it, it feeds you. Remember that. No item can protect you long enough for resistance building; it all breaks at a certain level. Much like this trinket that slipped from your pouch on the way here, “ she held up an engineered device, smirking as the girl fell silent quickly, “Who gave this to you?”
“No…No one, I made it…” Saerileth whispered.
“Lies, your engineering skills do not match this level. Who made it?”
“A friend of a friend’s….”
“That Paladin I made to beat your husband into a decent holy blessing?”
“How’d-”
“A warlock knows many things at my age. And have seen many things, child,” Nyle stood back up and tossed the device back to the rogue. Saerileth caught it, and the warlock continued, “That item is no different. It too will hold a certain amount of energy, more than what your little signets you’re attracted to would. But that damn thing is also easy to break. Breaking it after a few trips to the Outlands will end up worse than that previous night. Those results may end your life….or those around you. Get rid of it. And allow the Apothecary continue its work.”
The Forsaken walked down her room, picking up a headset and also tossing it to the girl before moving to the door and unlocking it. “Geister fixed it. The choice is yours Saerileth. You will be damaged and corrupted, but you can be pulled out of it. You will learn to harness the power of the energy, but first you must finish your journey to master your skills. Deal with the pain and lapses now. I’m working on ways to prevent it while I can.” She walked out, the Troll following, leaving Saerileth sitting on the ground in tears. 
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