User:Megalupin/Nirelle

Background
Nirelle is a young Blood Elf who was raised in Silvermoon City. During the Scourge invasion, Nirelle lost both her parents whom were mere tailors for Silvermoon nobility, and was forced to work for a living from a very young age. Since that day, Nirelle has harboured longing for revenge against the scourge. She found 'salvation' at the hands of the Murder Row Warlocks shortly after though, whom employed Nirelle as a cleaner in exchange for sustainance and a place to rest her head. Oblivious to their dark teachings, Nirelle remained in their employ until her early twenties. When ordered to clean one of the abby's libraries, fate would allow Nirelle her first taste of power. Though banned from doing so, Nirelle gathered up the courage to take a glimpse at an old tome's pages. She was unable to make sense of the ancient lettering, but an image etched on the book spine was already forged into her memory from long ago. It was the image of a Voidstone, which littered the Dead Scar: The trench of plague that still scarred the landscape as a reminder of the Scourge invasion. Curiosity fuelling her, Nirelle snuck out of the abby with the cover of night and as she neared the Dead Scar, she sighted a Voidstone. It was a gruelling task, but the voidstone eventually came free of the dark rocks around it and she was able to haul it back to the abby with her. Still under the cover of darkness, Nirelle sat in the abby with the glowing rock in her arms. It felt strangely light when she stood near the dark patterns etched onto the carpet.

"Touch the ring girl..."

Shocked, Nirelle turned to cast her eyes on the ghostly figure of her father, exactly how she remembered him. A faint blue light surrounding his pale form, he stared at her with eyes that glowed a faint silver. He commanded her again to touch the ring. Dispite her distrust of the spectre, Nirelle edged backwards, dropping the voidstone to the floor and touched the ring. As the figure grinned, the ring on the floor disappeared and she felt a firm grip on her shoulder. A chill passed down her spine as a rasping voice addressed her.

"What do you want from me?"