Nailed to the back of the corpse of a Worgen in the middle of the Cathedral Square in Stormwind are two 'letters.' The first one being innocuous enough; a small note with words written in an elegant, slanted script. The other, a poem penned in much the same manner, but written in blood on a neatly stretched, layered, and painstakingly sutured tapestry of human flesh, the stitchings of which bear the image of a chaos star.
The first letter reads:
To Ehlina Vargas:
A special present for you. I hope you like it.
I took extra time to craft the paper myself. I
was able to find the most brilliant of inks as
well! The previous owners were happy to part
with them after a little persuasion.
The poem, however, is not of my creation. I
was merely asked to deliver it to you by a
mutual friend. (She left the specifics up to me.)
Give my regards to the messenger, should
the poor beast make it to you alive. If not,
take care not to get too close, as it would be
most unfortunate for you to contract Cold
Fire Fever.
~Vectus, Fury of the Dancing Blades
P.S.: I hear this strain is particularly virulent.
The poem:
Former creation of magnificent structures:
Gleaming white pillars rose high above.
Her reign of light was short and soon forgotten.
'Twas his dark creations, wreaking havoc:
Feeding off of echoes of former glory.
The stars will fall, the sun will hide,
Trembling at the abominations of his making.
And she will fall again, light fading from battle worn skin,
No terror of abominations, nor fear of unknown,
Nor disgust will challenge her rage,
Endless hate for him, for his shadowy embrace.
On all merits, she will fall from her former glory,
Falling lower into his expansive web.
