(This starts in the beginning of Legion so Spoiler Warning for World of Warcraft Legion.)

Perfectia Dawnlights Diary Oct 8

Is it strange that I feel my ascension into Highlord feels a little lackluster? I didn't see Tirion Fordragon very much but if I wanted to see him I could have flown to the Eastern Plaguelands and just waved to him. I imagine he would be busy training initiates in the way of the sword and the Light. After the fall of the Lich King his job seemed a little like he was getting ready for retirement. I would even call it peaceful in a since. I learned the way of the sword and the Light from the Blood Knight Paladin Order, not the Silverhand so I've never had the pleasure of working under him and the only words he's spoken to me directly was, "You can't go."

I'm speaking of the Icecrown Citadel and the final campaign against the Lich King and at the time, this was one of the worst days of my life. Without any reason or explanation, just a no. But in the end, with his dying breath, he gave the Ashbringer to me. If he had done this before he would still be alive.

Why do I think this? Because this is the first time I've held the physical version of it in my hand, because before this, I've been able to summon a spectral version of the sword. Unfortunately, I can't do it at will, but having this in my hand. Having it physically it felt like restoring a lost limb and I finally felt whole again.

That was before I held the title of Highlord. I guess I thought the title and ceremony would feel similar, but my life hasn't really changed all that much. I still spend the same amount of time getting ready to wake up and go to bed. I've decided with all the books of the Light I've read I would write one for myself.

This book was my mothers and I had left it in Moonglade before me and my dad were teleported to Tempest Keep. Malfurion had kept it in his library and gave it back to me when I came to Val'Sharah, he said, "A lot of powerful sorcerers have tried to get that book open, but nothing had seemed to work. After a while we started wondering where it came from but then I remembered when you and your father wanted me to teleport you back home."

He sent us to Tempest Keep, it was nice of him to keep it for so long, but that place was a living hell. I took it back from him and I couldn't bring myself to thank him. I did open it up for him and showed him what was inside. A few journal entries when I was nine and a bunch of rune placement designs my mother had created when she was alive. As I made friends through my journeys I started asking about how they got this far. It's been kind of interesting to be honest. The stories people tell. Sometimes they just come by and start writing away. Some are a little more formal as I basically interviewed people.

I managed to get my dad sober enough to tell me his side of the story and I must say it was extremely enlightening that at one point he wasn't just some old drunk. I guess I've found other people's stories a bit inspiring, so I've decided I would take writing a lot more seriously. Make it part of my nightly routine.

So, my name is Perfectia Dawnlight. I just turned 22 years old, my birthday was in October 2nd. Brushing my teeth is the first thing I do in the morning… Actually. I don't feel comfortable writing about my morning routine. I look how I look all the time, always beautiful. Okay, give or take a few extra pounds.

Yes, I will say it and so will most of my blood elf kin. Sometimes in front of my face and sometimes behind my back, I'm fat. Well, heavier than most elves. A lot of orcs and some tauren tell me I look good. Forsaken, various statements but I don't really find any of them physically attractive. I sometimes really hate how alien some of the other members of the Horde are, but I suppose I seem to be not too far off myself. You know I really feel like it came with the territory of my job sometimes. I need to be strong to swing a sword but don't get me wrong. I'm still a Blood Knight and with that comes a seeking of oneness between the senses and the Blood Knight style is commonly referred to as the strongest of the Elven martial arts. Especially effective at disabling and destroying larger opponents. Its emphases on speed and angled strikes to target weak points in armor. But there's a flip side to it as well that would require one to use a blunt object or turn your sword upside down and beat someone with the butt of it. But this is a style for people that favor the use of a shield. Not really my forte regardless of what people say about my appearance. I find that the art provides a definitive tactical advantage, since it gives the practicer the ability to analyse an opponent's fighting style and retaliate accordingly. But I've found out that some added brute strength helps when you're cornered by a hungry beast or even an opponent that fights with the same style you do. Crossing swords does happen more often than not and some opponents are surprised when they find out that I can in fact over power them.

The shield style, that's a different story. The bases of the shield style are based off wrestling and without weapons in practicers hands, punching with a closed fist, finger bending, eye gouging, kicking at the opponent's chest or waist, and hair grabbing are among prohibited techniques. Also, especially effective as disabling and destroying larger opponents by using their own weight against them but in a confined space with a combination of gripping, pushing, thrusting, throwing, leg tripping, twist downs, and backwards body drops. Add a sword and shield and you have a seemingly small and frail looking elf that can easily topple and kill larger opponents all the while holding their ground, but I don't really like practicing it. The practice movements are stiff and far from graceful. I can overpower most female opponents I fight unless I break the rule by stepping out of bounds. With men things are just awkward when they put their hands in places they shouldn't.

I get this look of disgust and sympathy from blood elf males like they just found out I've been wearing a false leg or arm when they see what I look like under my armor. Women are more direct with the insults about how they feel sorry for my horse and statements like, "Oh, I thought she was wearing extra padding under her armor." So, I tend to stay away from the shield style.

So, as my first day as a Highlord I've felt a great kinsmen ship with the Sal'Dorei since I came to Suramar. Few of them had been alive for thousands of years but many of them were mindless monsters going from one mana source to another. I knew just what that felt like to see your fellow brothers and sisters' fall into completely unrecognizable forms. Even now as I hold the Ashbringer I feel myself drinking in a pool of light arcane magic from every single undead or demon that I slay. The Withered Sal'Dorei I did kill did not feed me as well as the undead or demons, but I knew that the missions I was given were of great importance. It gave me some level of peace that I was using the Ashbringer to fulfill my duties as Highlord and not just to give myself a fix of arcane energy.

Illidain Stormrage was a man I hated, no I still hate him. I know I'm not one to judge based on the fact that I was born into privilege myself, but I hated the way he and his allies treated magicless high elves. To send me and my father away to work the mining fields with the demon taskmasters. I had magic, but I was younger than most of the high elves, I mean blood elves. If I had shown any other blood elf that I could use magic I might have been sent to one of Illdan's harems to please whomever need pleasing. When inside the Black Temple I truly saw what my fate could have been if me and my father hadn't escaped Tempest Keep. I'm so glad we made it out of there when we did. The thought of that monster being the savior of the universe was a hard pill to swallow. The naaru want to bring that monster back from the dead when there are so many heroes that could rightfully have that right. I think of Alexandros Morgraine, the one that could wield this sword greater than any other knight could or should be raised. The Ashbringer was meant for his hand, not mine, but I believe that a small part of his soul is still inside me. I know that is why I'm alive right now, but why can't the naaru see that Alexandros should be the one to destroy the burning crusade not Illdan. If anything let this new Lich King raise him back from the dead, a life as a Death Knight would suit him and a reasonable punishment for the crimes he committed against my people. My kin from Tempest Keep are still feeding off demonic energy even now and are still turning themselves into the Wretched at a faster rate. His debt is still heavy and the death he met from on top of the Black Temple was still too good for him, maybe this is a second chance for him to answer for his crimes, maybe even atonement. I shake off that idea because I knew Garrosh Hellscream pretty well, but I wish I hadn't listened to his trial… For what good it was the Celestial Council members felt that Garrosh could change for the better and I believed that, but fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. If we do stop the Burning Crusade, and if I do get to pledge the Ashbringer into that corrupted titans' eye, Illdan and all his Demon Hunters are next.

The sword is still growing in power, but so am I, I pray to the Light that I may wield this blade half as well as Alexandros. Humans don't have to worry about a necessary consummation of magic, I do, and so do the Blood Knights that work under me. They are not wielding swords that are fulfilling in that hunger like I am, sometimes after a mission I come back to the barracks so full of light magic I would be drunk with power, but I found another weapon. Weapon, I should use that term lightly, I found a hammer that is good for healing wounds. I've always used priest clubs and shaman shields when I needed to heal people on raids or infiltrations, but this hammer I've been using works somewhat well on curing wounds. It's ten times better than any combination of shields and one-handed weapons I've found before, but there is one slight problem. The Silver Hand, this hammer I found leaves me drained after a mission, I talked about how being away from the Ashbringer brought about my arcane withdraw, but I think I may be able to balance myself out by healing the wounded at Lights Hope. When I come back from my mission arcane power drunk I gave it my fellow Blood Knights. A taste of what the Ashbringer had given to me.

That's what I did today, just gave the overflowing fountain of light magic to the wounded Blood Knights and they rested without the pain of convulsions from whatever injuries they had received from their missions. I suppose that's why I'm able to write right now. Yesterday I started writing about the withdraw from being away from the Ashbringer for a whole night, but right now I'm feeling pretty normal and even though I got a lot of mana from the Withered Sal'Dorei I was able to give back the mana I was storing to my fellow Blood Knights. I lost the pages of what I experienced that night and maybe it's a good thing. I will say this though, that night gave me a lot of insight on the Emerald Nightmare.

Going into the forest couldn't hold a candle to the pain, agony, and disturbing images that came with arcane withdraw. I want to help these Sal'Dorei so badly, I know exactly what they are going through even though and while our addictions are not completely the same they are a lot alike, except they've been at it for thousands of years. Me I've only been alive for 22 years I've been aging like a human, eating like a human, and every once in a while I would take in arcane magic, but the things I saw in those old Sal'Dorei temples. I had no idea the elves could turn into things like that. I knew that our people had taken the forms of fish like people, but spiders? It was sad to me that maybe the Wretched could see a time when they would change into a form like that, and maybe I'm sailing on a boat headed to that direction. I hope that with all the help I'm trying to do with the Sal'Dorei if they see me slipping into that savage nature they will be able to bring me back down to earth.