Tobiathin

Tobiathin's Letter
Ah, yes...Well. You've called me to write in to you a letter, and I would be -- more then happy to oblige. Now as what you wish for me to put in this letter, I hesitate to place it within the confines of text. But regardless, I shall do as asked...

Now allow me to begin.

My Upbringing
I was birthed nearly one thousand two hundred thirty years ago, merely a couple hundred years before the War of the Shifting Sands, though most elves were not -- reproducing, my parents felt that another should enjoy the gift of immortality, of immense knowledge, and the ability to have an unlimited lifetime. I grew as did most, I lived as did all, our Elven society thrived for quite some time.

I joined those of the Cenarion Circle for a time, I came to understand nature and how to ask for it's power...But -- I soon learned it could be oppressed and forced to do my bidding. Sacrificed at my will. The arcane is a beautiful thing, you see. For one of my more so shady associates still believed Illidan's quest to create a new Well of Eternity was righteous. He studied and he studied hard, day an night to revitalize his abilities that he once had when the Well of Eternity still was at our fingertips. He informed me of how the Arcane could be manipulated in order to bend nature to my will. I found it entertaining, that I could sacrifice lives for mine without repercussion. I soon left the Cenarion Circle for -- I learned what I needed to know. I could heal myself via slaughtering the spirits of nature...I could, slaughter others by forcing nature to do my will! Oh glorious exploration and experimentation was to be had!

I personally enjoyed alchemy, since birth I've been fascinated with chemicals and various elixirs with abnormal effects. I then learned my enemies were susceptible to such concoctions. I experimented with various herbs daily as my hobby. Yes, I remember sitting at my desk enjoying crumbling the herbs with my mortar and pestle, then experimenting with the results on various living beings, sentient or otherwise. Oh-ho, I remember my first volatile elixir, gave that to a small rabbit. It found that it's carrot had been soaked in something I planned on being a small cure for minor poisons, I found that rather then a cure, I created an amazingly potent dosage. The small fluffy thing lost it's hair in five minutes, it's skin bubbled and crawled and soon became nothingness in another ten ticks of the clock. The blood was everywhere, the cleanup was not fun. But regardless, I had found that such things could be of use to me. I continued to explore my potential in the art of potion brewing throughout my life.

I continued to live my life as it were, it was decent.

Though the War of the Shifting Sands was not...Predicted. At approximately two hundred and thirty, events had started, events that I was far too curious about.

The War of the Shifting Sands
The Quiraji are quite interesting creatures, really. I them to be fascinating creatures, wings of glass, the empire of insectoids, their massive numbers. Those who I watched die, -- died for what I've come to find an unworthy cause. They fought for their empire. One that has shown that they loathe the world around them. For one example I place emphasis upon Azshara and The Great Sundering. These lesser fools thought that they could overwhelm the Quiraji army, these fools knew little. The Quiraji spanned the depths of The Great Dark! Ofcourse they didn't know such at the time. But regardless, they were still massive in numbers. It was quite obvious they had no chance. But still they fought before me, their numbers dwindling in place. I sat behind the lines, studying the corpses of these interesting beasts. I used some of their entrails as reagents in my various alchemical pursuits. The war went on and many died, the Scarab wall was used and I merely fled with the knowledge I came across. No reason to dirty my hands far too much there, you know.

The Emerald Volume
Ah, my days amongst -- friends. Yes, well it began with me using my knowledge for the general better of my allies. I've learned since then. I had gotten in a brawl with some moronic elf name Kyoufu (What kind of name is that?) due to him capturing -my- fucking woman. I found it amazing one could be so ignorant enough as to take my god damned girl hostage. After many, many events that I shan't go into currently. That bastard ended up dead. I got my woman back after some time, lovely girl really. Thought I'd touch on that. That was my first kill that I found entertaining.

Now, for the real story to begin.

I've befriended many people with many skills, personalities, aspects, and the like. But nobody quite like Dazarthas! Yes, Dazarthas Erhm...Vorsyth? Oh something or other. Now he, was a partner! He knew how to manipulate, how to befriend, how to kill. I aspired to be like him at one point, sadly I had chosen the better side of things early on, which got us off on the wrong foot. You know, with me backstabbing him and sending good "old" (The new one is dim witted.) House Blackstone on his arse. Ah yes, those were the days. Eventually Dazarthas and I came to terms with each other, and we became business partners if you will. We ravaged various guilds and or peoples that generally disliked us. Yes, well. His ability as a warlock was superior to most. A very beneficial ally to have. He got me interested in more so "dark" magics, if you will. I've yet to try my hand with far too much of that magic. But regardless, it is very intriguing indeed.

At that time I met some gnomish friends working on their various contraptions! Ah, how interesting it was. I found it amazingly simple, yet to very complex how these things worked. Steam powered, electrically powered, small mammal powered. Oh the possibilities of invention were endless! It much reminded me of my previous experiments in the arts of Alchemy. The whirling gears creating a chain reaction for a very simple, or complex machine! I could create many things I wished with my knowledge of organic compounds. But the possibilities grew so much more when I viewed this amazing technology! Imagine my delight when I thought of combining my knowledge of the arcane, technology, and organic compounds! I was perplexed with all of the contraptions and devices I could create! Oh, the days I discovered that my creativity was no longer limited became the many days of sorrow for others. Beautiful.

The Noble Volume
Yes, the more so current day. Well, I am here now writing about the present. I still am -- who I am. Things are happening quite fast. I've joined the Twisted and've been jolted up to Officer's rank. Pity that I cannot stay with such dimwits. I did respect Khraven and Gefjon for quite some time, but their recent actions are far too low and blinded. For they go blitzing after a captured woman, sacrificing themselves for her blindly. Such hasty actions are something I do frown upon. I do not feel lack of control should be rewarded with my presence. I most likely will depart from their little order soon enough.

Recently I've gotten a servant, a full time assistant, a generally decent looking draenei, and I've also employed a girl to simply help with my dirty work. Seems like I may live the life of a noble soon enough, never quite thought such would happen. But regardless the shards are falling into place for me, and I shall most likely aid Jadagar Vosmus, a warlock I nearly find on par with Dazarthas Vorsyth. And with my forces and wit, and with "his" power and cultists. We may just triumph over such lesser filth! Infact, I am sure of it!

-Tashal Isil'vahr Ana'torash.