#reliclog

Alias: Windrunner’s Rage. Classification: Cursed Tome. Location Found: Windrunner Spire. Description: An Indigo book framed in silver bindings and emblazoned with an Elven crest, fog-like energy swirls endlessly around the work, and while I wouldn’t recommend it, opening the item shows an endless stream of glowing green Thalassian text.

“The reasons behind the  acquisition of this artifact are more of containment rather than an interest in the magics it contains, as there’s no reason to allow such a potent source of rage to fall into the wrong hands.

 Back when the beautiful forests of Quel’thalas were still recovering from dragonfire and Orc torches, when the Plague was spreading too far within the High Elve’s land, Windrunner Village was a beautiful testament to the architects and individuals that called themselves ‘Quel’dorei’. Soon would come Arthas’ attack on our hard-earned home, and the village would easily fall, along with many of their most renowned Rangers.

Alias: Last egg of Rheastrasza, named 'Fhaerstrasz'. Classification: Tower Resident, Dangerous Denizens. Location Found: Badlands. Description: A lively dracling that loves to make a mess of my papers and cabinets. A beautiful crimson-scaled creature with an impressive wingspan for his age, exceptionally pointy horns and savage claws that are the bane of all of my tapestries. (Edited to suit the whelpling's fancy) "While this can be considered the documentation of a new resident rather than a relic, I was not the one to acquire the egg that housed this fine specimen of dragon. I was barely involved in the events that would later lead to the birth of the Black Prince, but I would accept this egg from a close friend rushing to me under the awkward impression I was more equipped to raise a baby dragon than them.  He had evidently picked up on my companion's strange form of Orcish through the shell, as he was speaking as soon as he popped out of the egg, insisting that he was a brother to Wrathion because they had the same mother, which I assume he meant the late Rheastrasza.. whether or not he realizes what Flight he is remains to be seen.

Under constant insistence, I had brought him to the only uncorrupted black dragon, and brought with me one of the Dark Prince's esteemed champions, one who had been assisting him since the campaign in Pandaria began. After the initial distaste for the Crimson Flight subsided just a bit, Wrathion was finally able to provide me a proper name, before essentially kicking his champion and I both out of his tavern. 

'Fhaerstrasz' was the name given to him, and the infant seemed rather pleased, having either not heard each time he was insulted or not believing he was the one each hiss and spit was directed at. 

Perhaps due to the ambient energies that cloud the air in my tower, he is developing rather quickly, already able to take on the form of a Sin'dorei child, and while it was an amazing feat for one so young, he can now use thumbs.

Alias: 'Dal'Arshaah', or 'Starflare', otherwise 'Titan Celestial Summoning stone'. Classification: Summoning Item. Location Found: Engine of the Makers. Description: An ordinary-looking, yet perfectly round stone etched with Titanic runes, when invoked, produces a magnificent, armored steed made entirely of tiny celestial bodies. A chestguard and helmet adorn the front of this beautiful creature, and a finely crafted saddle allows for even mortals to utilize it as a form of transportation.

"While I try not to make it a habit of lowering myself into seemingly bottomless pits, the Engine of the Makers was far too interesting to pass up at least a bit of exploration. 

The Engine itself, now frozen over and covered in snow, rests peacefully akin to a gigantic bronze skeleton in the midst of a wasteland, gears larger than cities that once must have turned to produce mechanical life are now iced, but lack any sort of rust. Titanic etchings cover absolutely everything, a few runes reacting to my presence, while others simply hum with dormant energy.  

I had reached as far down as I could go, as a slab of ice too thick to melt without risking reactivating more dangerous things blocked my path. There was, however, a strange device that continuously rearranged itself in one corner of this 'room'. It was too large and too foreign to displace, but as I took notes on every move it made, a sudden burst of blue from the top of the machine caused me to startle and back up, only to be conked in the head by the rock that had come flying out of it.

Alias: Dark Iron Metalwork. Classification: Blessed Item, Adornments. Location Found: Blackrock Depths. Description: A finely crafted picture made entirely of Dark Iron, the craftsmanship is such that there are even highlights and shadows burnt into the metal to create an almost third dimensional appearance. The image is of a rather smug looking fire elemental, and the piece is still exceedingly warm to the touch. 

"The Elemental Planes had always been a fascination of mine, along with ways to perhaps utilize their energies for specific purposes, but without the ability to waltz into the Firelands and go sight-seeing, I had to opt to find an informational venue a little closer to home. 

The Dark Iron dwarves had been revering and making pacts with the fire elementals for an uncomfortably long time now, and as a great deal of them had opted to make a home distressingly close to the Molten Core in reverence or servitude to the Firelord himself, these depths seemed like a perfect spot to begin my research, beginning with all of the flaming 'Ambassadors' that roamed the caverns. 

I was of course an unwelcome guest, and only through sheer excessive use of my painstakingly stored reliquaries was I able to even make it into what I could only guess was a sort of living quarters for many of the workers and guards. While you wouldn't suppose in such a dangerous environment, one would opt to appreciate the decor, I had indeed noticed what appeared to be an unframed portrait of a Fireguard on the wall.

Alias: Nexus Ley-Key. Classification: Blue Dragon Artifact. Location Found: Coldarra.  Description: A beautifully crafted stave simply crackling with Arcane energy, the head is shaped like a magnificent Blue dragon, with a ball of frosty magic swirling in the alcove of the adornment. The grip is sturdy, made of a material I can only guess at the origin of, and wrapped in what appears to be sinew.  "In my extensive research of the Arcane, due to efforts at finding easier means of transportation and lodging, which in the end only managed to cause the Kirin Tor to have a distaste for my 'Reckless use of portals without a license', I came upon the lair of the Blue Aspect and many of the remaining Azure Flight.

Malygos' wishes to eradicate those who misused his blessings made this a rather dangerous retrieval, and a bit of an accidental one. As I was inspecting one of the Ley Lines that contributed to the massive fluctuations in magic all over the island, I was promptly buffeted off of my perch by the infuriated wing-beats of a nearby drake, nearly hitting my head on this particular staff.

It appears as though the stave was used as a sort of conduit made to balance the arcs of Arcane flying about, and give them a different path to run, as once I removed it from its home, many of the trails of magic crackled and dissipated, while others sparked.. and exploded.