Location: Mage Quarter, Stormwind City
Lunar Phase: Waning Crescent [small illustration of the sliver of light on the moon]
Journal,
It seems that my problem is worse than I had initially thought. I can hardly stand, and I've noticed that I've lost more weight lately. I must be truly a horror to look at. I continue to cough up dead blood, and I'm not sure how much I have left in my body. The rune flickers on my chest with each cough.
Urien has informed me that it is not necromantic in nature, but rather, demonic. I am tainted by fel magics, and he cannot fix it. It seems my only options are a purging with the Light, or seek the aid of one Radok Nighteye. I know the name, but I'm not particularly inclined to trust it.
I've sent a letter to the Fairdale boy. Chadley. He is gifted, and the only paladin I trust to perform the rite.
I hope I do not frighten him with any whimpers or screams. Perhaps I should ask someone to hold me down.
[The following is scribbled out...] Ludovick would perform this gleefully. But I don't want to give him the satisfaction of bringing another wretched soul to his Light's so-called grace.
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