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This is part 1 of the adventures of the blood elf warlock Irrilea, and just your everyday warlock adventures, so don't expect much out of this.

Part 1:The Creation

Pitiful. That is the only word that can describe about the blood elf Irrilea. He was born on the eve of the Third War when Silvermoon City had already fallen. His parents, their name long forgotten had been driven mad by what had happened, fell prey to the addiction of magic. Though many if not all their people had already left with their Kael'thas Sunstrider they stayed behind lost in their addiction.

That was when Irrilea was born, though his parents were insane they still managed to take care of him only to sacrifice him. On the eve of his 18th birthday, he was knocked unconcius and placed in a circle of power, ready to be sacrified to some horrid Demon. No one ever found out why they did it, even though they were mad and still cared for their child. Perhaps it was the demons who tricked them, but no one will ever know.

Just as they were about to complete the spell, their son woke up and fought back with unbridled power of shadow and flame. How this came to be is also another mystery. The circle of power destroyed and his parents dead he left, shaken what had happened. He wandered the Eastern Kingdoms for many months, years maybe, but finally returned home this time to a new age. His home had been rebuilt and he quickly sought refuge. His people offered him just that but now he and his people were called Blood Elf.

However, he was brought before Grand Magister Rommath as his innate power was quite obvius to his people. They could sense the demonic energies swirling in utter chaos within him. After inspecting him, Rommath sent him to Murder Row to be trained as a Warlock. He was naturally adept at such a Class and was sent to Varimathras of Undercity to be trained further. Under Sylvanas's own majordomo, and since he was a Dreadlord, he developed his powers sooner then expected.

Quite some time later, he managed to defeat his master, his entire form brimming with demonic magic. Varimathras commented to many of the leaders of the Horde that this elf could be more poweful than Gul'dan. He then commisioned many of the Deathstalkers to watch over him, just in case. A mystery to many was that how did he have such power was unknown, even to Irrilea himself. Soon enough, the young Blood Elf headed to Felwood and has been there since. However, an orc already had heard about such a thing, and headed to Felwood all the waty from Orgrimmar. A certain some one named Neeru Fireblade

Part 2:The Revelation

"What is on your mind Great One?",asked the satyr. Irrilea turned towards the corrupted Night Elf, "Nothing....and Everything". The satyr kept quiet quickly. Irrilea after he arrived some time ago, had used his massive powers to enslaved the Jadefire Satyrs. Under his control,, he made them to do daily raids and skirmishes to the nearby Emerald Sanctuary. He found the beasts useful as thier powers fed his now growing addicton to magic. Especially demon magic. He kept to himself at the Ruins of Constellas, and with the corrupted moonwell next to him, he was never starved.

Suddenly, another satyr appeared before him. "Master, we have company". "Who is it?". "A orc, and judging by what he wears he must be a warlock". "Hmm, please show him in our humble abode". Quickly as he came, the satyr left. Soon enoguh he appeared before him, Irrilea at once recognising him. "Neeru...." "Greetings, Oh Mighty One!", said Neeru. "Cut the formalities Orc! What are you doing here?!" The orcish warlock chuckled, "There is no hiding from you is there? Fine then, I have come to offer you a place within the Shadow Council".

Irrilea was not so impressed. He knew this would happen, but not so soon. "And what shall I receive? Power?, Prestige?. Such things are already in my grasp, so go away Neeru Fireblade before I order my servants to dismember you!" The one in question was not so surprised as well, "Silly elf! With us behind you we could be even greater! Together, this world WILL be OURS". Irrilea thought about it for a while, perhaps it would be useful for the Shadow Council to back him. He could use the Council for a time, until he did not need them anymore. "Very Well, tell your masters that I will join them, but only if they let me be on my own. I may be theirs but im not that stupid to let some old fools take control of me!".

The orc exhaled with great relief. "Aye, I will tell them. Praise the Legion for you joining us". And with that the orc teleported away. Irrilea turned towards his minions,"ou all will stay here and come only when I command, is that understood?". His satyrs nodded. At once he too spirited himself away too, using his hearthstone to Undercity, to meet with a certain someone.

"Aah, been a long time since you last came," said Evenor Coldheart."And greetings to you too, mage". The undead laughed. Like every Forsaken, he too was freed by Sylvanas after being raised and forced into the Lich King service. He was different in that he retained his powers over frost, due to service in the Kirin Tor. He had been at the Magic Quarter ever since, honing his powers, and along the way meeting Irrilea during one of his training sessions. He was quite impressed with the blood elfs abilities and had befriended him since then.

"And what brings you here?", asked the mage. "Wondering if you would like to accompany me?" "Where would that be?" "Outlands", said the warlock. "Outlands?! Why there if I may be so bold to ask?" "I would like to go there to visit many of Ner'zhul dimensional gates. "Continue" "And its there I reactivate one of the portals for me to commune with my new,old master." "I do not.....understand" "He has trained me further than anyone else, the one true lord of all,Sargeras". The jaw of Evernor Coldheart dropped open.