This is a tribute to some old forum friends of mine, but names have been disguised to all that don't know them.


"Where is my arcane dust! Hurry up, slave!"

This shrill cry was familiar to the passive young elf, Leinorys, as she had put up with this "royal" pain in the neck since she started her political game.

"Here you are, Rafie." she said submissively as she handed her a bag of arcane powder.

"I told you, don't address me unless you call me 'your highness', otherwise you sound like your addressing some common filth."

"Sorry your highness." she squeaked, as Rafie gestured her to leave.

"Insolent worm," she told herself. "She's not even fit to be the servant of a Queen as great as myself."


As she was leaving the high class section of Silvermoon city, she figured she would don her casual attire, consisting of a simple pink dress, black pants, and for a reason she herself did not know, a spring circlet, despite it being just past Hallow's end.

She did not do any thinking on the way tiem, she just took in the surrounding of the city at night. It had been very quiet ever since Garrosh had become the new warchief, but she enjoyed the simple atmosphere and the (usually) firendly locals, her favorite being Sadieru, a self named Death knight, much like herself, but he was more firm in his beliefs and in combat, whereas she had never killed a simgle creature in her life.

When she came to her small home, she noticed Sadieru right in front of her mailbox, his dark-purple hair and blackened armor contrasting her lightly shaded residence.

She ran over to him and embraced him, but he took this as a sign of frustration from her job.

"What's the matter? Is Rafie being pushy again?" he asked.

"Umm, no, she's just cranky." but she was lying to herself, and Sadie knew it.

"Why do you let her push you around like this? She's no better than you are. If anything, she is far worse."

She did not want to confront her boss about her pushy beliefs or her mistreatment of her, so she ignored his advice and retired to her room.

"Why would she say that about her? She's not bad, she just needs a friend."


At around midnight, Rafie was relaxing in her private bath-tub, trying to clear her head of any genuine political duties, instead thinking of material for her next slanderous novel.

"We clearly have the strongest mages of the horde forces, as no creatures could know magic unless they made themselves accustommed to it."

While she said this to herself, she inhaled into her bag of arcane powder, revelling in its instable energy.

"And someday, they will all serve me."

But as she gathered her thoughts of dominating the horde, she notices a magically shrouded orc, attempting to assassinate her, or simply spy on her, both equally insulting to her.

She chuckled maliciously, raising her hands in an aggressive gesture. "Foolish spy," she spoke, "You're lucky I don't have time to make you suffer like you deserve."

As the rogue jumped forward, knife in hand, Rafie unleashed a burst of magic and hurled a fireball into his chest, immediately buring through his weak armor, and leaving him dead instantly.

She rose herself up and donned a simple bathrobe, kicking his body to assert her control. "You could not stop me."

As she returned to her bed chamber, she grabbed a mana crystal, and instantaneously drained it of all its energy.

Allowing the raw power to take her, she found herself falling to delusions of grandeur, as the ruler of the world, and at her command, an army of loyal servants, as the master of all the magic the world had to offer.

"Nobody can stop me!" she cackled.

"NOBODY!"