I started serving Syilla Blackheart, as her hand maiden, messenger and general servant, back in the early days, before the Covenant was reborn as The Sanctuary.
Recent notes:
03/10/07 – Tonight she was spotted in the warlock’s rooms, in Murder Row. Speaking to a red headed elf, who summoned a demon, a voidwalker called Zhar’Vug. She summoned him in the name of House Verdandi. I haven’t heard much of this house, I must speak to Mistwhisper, Singsong and the other lordlings.
Syilla: And how do you know of me… more importantly, What do you know of me..
Posei: Oh, now you are just insulting me.
Posei: Your taste, of course.
Syilla: Take it as you wish.
Posei blinks at Syilla
Posei grins wickedly at Syilla
Posei kicks the silly imp into oblivion
Posei: Zhar’Vug! Come forth! House Verdandi demands your service!
Posei nods at Zhar’vhug.
Posei: Now where was I?..
Posei: Oh yes.
Posei: Your taste.
Posei: You are…
Syilla: You didn’t explain why you and someone else thought me dead..
Posei once more places her index finger at the tip of her tongue
Posei: Well, you passed away in silence Mistress, Blackeart.
Syilla: I conduct my business in shadows and silence, if possible.
Posei: I am, of course, speaking of your coven.
Posei: Speaking of which…
Posei: There is a new Grand-Master now. He has forced the rebirth of the Coven once more.
Syilla: So I hear.
Syilla: Is he any good?
Syilla: Mostly? No…
Syilla: Hmmm not a bad way to start ones education.
Syilla: Not at the moment no… I can’t see how it would serve me. And thus, it isn’t worth my time.
Syilla: Comes with the territory…
Syilla absentmindedly touches her horns.
Syilla: Fel Magic corrupts. It is a known fact.
Syilla: In my experience, it comes from…trial and error, if you will.
Syilla lies back down.
Syilla: Tell me, Neophyte, do you have field experience?
Posei: Al’diel, Shala, Mistress Blackheart. I am sure we’ll meet again…Sweet dreams…
Posei waves goodbye to Syilla. Farewell!—————Before falling asleep tonight, Lyridia mentioned something about Gul’dan..and Syilla..and ghosts, and the past. A little the worse for wear, rambling about some fantasy creature called a wolpertinger.—————
Syilla’s been working with..dust a lot in the Sanctum. Arcane, it smells like magic even to me. And of course, she has her grimoire out. She’s researching nerubian, and mentioned statuets. Funny..another of the family has developed a fascination with these creatures. Saldrin Witherrose was the first, but one of ours no longer. She mentioned..threatening someone, throwing “the necklace over Draenor’s edge”. Syilla’s “enslaved this person to act as an advisor in the coming darkness”. Necklace.. I’m sure Saldrin wore a necklace. She spoke of “sleepers” to her imp. Does she mean druids? Surely not. Nalnar seems a little..uneasy about his Mistress’s doings.
Nalnar: And you don’t think that “recruiting” the spirit of one of the oldest Warloc….
She silenced him quickly. They spoke of her mother, of coming evils. She misses her..
