Today was a simple day. I received more certificates from the ‘masters’ of Warlockry, letting me use such spells as the Ritual of Summoning, one of the most useful spells there is. Afterwards, I traveled to Undercity at the direction of one of my masters. He wanted me to find the Forsaken Summoner known as Carendin; Carendin was a powerful Warlock, and according to him, he could help me master the clean spell for summoning a Succubus, though do to the less forceful summoning style of Clean Warlockry, it would require a reagent to bind the original one to me; specifically, according to Carendin, I would require the hearts of two pure-hearted men, two pure-hearted lovers; it would be painful to slay such good people, but I knew that if I didn’t do it, some other Warlock hopeful would, and they likely wouldn’t make it quick.
The first was a man named Dalin Forgewright. He’d dedicated his life to helping the refugees at the Greymane Wall; I would’ve gladly helped the refugees to, but unfortunately, the sight of an Elf rather angered the refugees. I ended up having to slay many of them as they attacked me viciously; my conscious was slightly soothed when Dalin led an attack himself upon me. He died the offender, I, the mere defender. I cut out his heart, and began the second part of my trek.
Comar Villard is a man in the Wetlands, wandering the area seeking out his lost love, an admirable goal. I began walking through Hillsbrad and the Arathi Highlands, though I was ambushed by humans in the Arathi Highlands. I was found by a kind priest, however, who nursed me back to health, before directing me along the way to Hammerfall. He was most kind, and so, I began a new trek to Hammerfall; it grows late. I suppose tomorrow I shall begin my trek once more, walking to the Wetlands to find Comar.
–Lord Gefjon Kath’demaros Shadowielder
