#artifact constructions

Miss Lomeriel, you do realize by giving you this information. We be putting the entire Horde at  risk and we are already dealing with agents within our midst from the Legion. Let us hope that you aren’t failing to become one as well, Feral mage.” 

The orc behind the paltry desk huffed, the tiny crowd accompanying him baring down at her lone figure as though she was just an ant. 

“Let me read down your list of offenses Miss Lomeriel, if you don’t mind.” The Orc snorted. 

Ilyea couldn’t help but fidget as the all familiar list of offenses tumbled out from the wizened orc’s lips as the mage felt the litany of her time with the Horde and her ilk with the Silvermoon guards came to past. Several charges of vandalism, trafficking with demons, subordination on several accounts, burning her father’s house, burning Silvermoon Academy, lots of burning, not to mention attempting assassination, and finally being disowned by her family. She knew them all by heart as the orc explained each detail with an unwavering heart. He even chuckled at a few of them which earned some growls from the peanut gallery but what can she do.  

“And that is why we still not be releasing the location of this Malefaca’s body to you Miss Lomeriel. We cannot give a known traitor to the Legion to the hands of a psychopath.” 

Ilyea sighed and thought very briefly about causing undue destruction but she was dealing with high level Legion professionals within Orgrimmar. Those that have been around for two wars with them and plenty of unknown things. Fucking around with them would be plenty unwise. 

“But” The orc replied “We could trade you that information if you do something for us. We know of the organization you are in now called the Scions, We know of their work with certain artifacts and have requested clearance with certain Legion artifacts or information regarding them. We have heard there is some disturbance upon encountering some type of powerful demon. If you could give us more information, we will give you the body’s location.” 

The orc slide over a piece of paper to contact him and then gestured the mage to the hall way where she had come from.  

Ilyea had found herself on the top one of the buildings being rebuilt in Erudition looking over the same piece of paper as the memories came flooding back to her. They had the information, she had the information too but what exactly did it mean if she shared that it? What would Orgrimmar do to them that wasn’t already being done by their own city? Friends? 

The mage shook her head, the weight of everything numbing her from the inside out while her thoughts ran from the darkened corners of her mind. The last few days have upset the balance she had desperately tried to create. In an attempting to gain control, Ilyea had put everything on the table. All her plans, all that she was hiding to the few people she cared or trusted about in an attempting to start from the bottom. 

To start over again. 

Kurel was mad at her but that seems to always be the case. Lledwyn was mad at her too and was probably a word away from trying to cleave her head from her neck. Half the Scions were mad at her, and she wasn’t sure if she was going to be thrown in jail again. 

It was spectacular and completely unwanted. 

Ilyea had a few ties lined up but the paper that the orc had weighed on her mind. If she gave the information to these orcs, about the Natherizm....about Korregan, would all the sins we had committed equal to better path for her future? 

The mage had to bet on that. 

Standing at mail box in Silvermoon city, Ilyea wrote out her reply to the orc and put it within the enchanted vessal. It was only an hour later that she had her reply and the location she needed.