The Starlight Journals

Return of the Slayer
"Moonwillow Starlight?" "Yes that's, me I'll be there in a moment."

I find myself here in Shadowmoon Valley having barely survived getting here. I was not nearly prepared for this journey but against all odds I am here, standing to all apperances resolute in the fortress of the Wildhammers for I would be cursed a thousand times over before I let these wild dwarves smell my fear outside as I listen to the endless onslaught of the Infernals against the fortress gates. For now, they hold, and so does the grip on my sanity. Events over the past fortnight have brought me here and to bring myself back to focus, I will review them in my mind. has it been so long since that day in the Gorge?.....

It had been a successful if so far tedious mission searching for and putting a stop to poaching activities on the rare spiders found only here, poaching which threathened to end the supply of thier particularly unique variety of silk. Moonwillow was riding forward along side a subsiding lava vent when a glint caught her eye. Stopping for a moment, she looked about her surroundings scanning them for possible dangers before giving what had piqued her a second look. Out of the lava she spotted at first one, then two pieces of darkly reflective metal. Intriqued her interest rose when it became apparant that while the shards had been carried by the lava they themsleves showed no signs of having yielded to it's heat. wadding a hand in several layers of runecloth, she dismounted and gingerly crept to the edge of the flow, almost tripping when a piece of scoria collapsed under her feet.

She reached out to one of the pieces and interest turned to astonishment as she realsied that she felt absolutely no heat from the edge sticking out. With effort, she pulled it free from the lava and examined it closely. it had been a dark blade that almsot swallowed up the light falling on it. it was with difficulty that she could make out the inscriptions on it, which themselves had no meaning. Gingerly she touched it with her other hand, the metal was cold to the touch and she became aware of an eldritch potency within. There is potential in this blade, potential for some powerful enchantments indeed. once I've rendered it down. Fully engaged she yanked on the other shard, starting to sweat from the heat of the nearby lava and coughing from the fumes admitted. After some exerted efforts and some earnest, if hardly orthodox oaths uttered in the name of Elune, she yanked out the second shard composed of the lower part of the blade and a dark solid hilt of a hand and a half sword. She wrapped up her find and headed to Thorium Point, excited and focused as she had not been in a long while.