Even the thought now makes my skin crawl with anger. Lokitan had a pair and upon inquiring where he got them, he told me he stole his from an old, dead god ages ago... Now, once more, new versions of these weapons have popped up. They're being used by those that are hunting the dragons.
I informed Broder of this, and what I thought was only going to be a few moments of passing on information ended up pulled me away from East again for the evening. There was a brief skirmish in Silvermoon, and Broder, Kitty a Ruby and I decided to investigate Zul'Gurub for any answers. Needless to say I nearly broke my leg on a rather... Ungraceful landing.
We learned that it takes some sort of sacrifice to summon Hakkar, who is the gift giver of these blades... We decided to test it out on a demon, (Not Kitty!) but when nothing happened, we assumed there had to be a proper meaning to it. After a brief discussion, it dawned on me where such records would have been kept.
The Sunken Temple must have had our answers considering it used to be a place of worship before it went into ruin, so we traveled there. Itharius was standing outside, looking desperate as we approached. I vaguely remember him speaking about a growing corruption under the surface and how he dared not venture in for he feared he's also lose himself. I should have headed the warnings.
When we finally made it in, the placed smelled of blood and death, along the corridors we turned and found a horrific sight. Green dragons... Green dragons everywhere, they filled and piled in the room, the blood still fresh and soaked the ground. There was a troll there bleeding them out... I felt so sick. I couldn't even breathe. Broder and Kitty pulled me out of view while the Ruby, Rena, took care of the situation.
As if that wasn't bad enough, there were noises, voices in my head telling me to kill things, whispering crazed ideas... So distracting. We found tablets deep within the dark corridors... I began to fear what we had begun to deal with.
The last thing I remember was reading a tablet and understanding where the Greenblades are coming from. In order to create such weaponry and warriors, one must sacrifice a living Emerald Dragon and drain their blood.
I don't know what happened after unearthing this knowledge. I woke up in Sorthazok with the worst pain I'd ever felt in my throat and mouth. As everyone hovered around me, I opened my mouth to speak and all that came out.. Was flesh and blood.
I was informed that I lost myself in that Temple... Something had ahold of me and I spit up acid... Something no green dragon would ever do while in their 'mortal' form. Whatever happened, I seared my throat and mouth alive...
Whatever I said in those chambers... I've lost my voice for it and now I resemble much more of a Forsaken under this mask than an elf... How could anyone ever possibly want to be near that...?
The night had been going so well, too...
