Shadow's Edge

((This is from a while ago, but I realized I wasn't getting any farther with it and wasn't going to get any farther with it right now. Maybe later I can come back to this, but for now here is what I have.))
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Mornara has undertaken a quest from Darion Mograine. With his direction, she gathered the acidic blood from two of the Lich King's creations, Rotface and Festergut. She also gathered Arthas' old weapon, and a large amount of Primordial Saronite. Once she gathered all of these things Mornara and Darion forged them into a mighty axe, Shadow's Edge.

Now Mornara is slaughtering the minions of the Lich King in Icecrown Citadel. She is harvesting their souls to strengthen her new axe.

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"Come to me, pretender! Feed MY blade."

Mornara falls out of her hammock in The Filthy Animal and lands on the floor with a thump. She is covered with a cold sweat and breathing raggedly.

She blinks blearily and rubs her hand over her face. She considers going downstairs for some bitter cactus cider, but she knows that even if she does get stinking drunk she won't get to sleep again. Not tonight. Not after one of those nightmares.

Instead Mornara straps on her armor and slings her axe across her shoulders. She heads out of the inn and starts walking to the Tradesman's Quarter of Dalaran. Its early enough that the sky is just starting to turn pink and gold in the east. There is still deep purple over most of the sky and a few of the brighter stars still shine in the west.

The few people out this early are all either too busy or too sleepy to flinch and make signs against evil when they see her. After wandering through the city for a while she stops at a street vendor and gets a roll and a hot drink. Mornara makes her way to one of the public parks. There she sits on a bench and stares at a statue of some dead archmage while she eats her breakfast and the sun starts to come up.

Once her food is eaten Mornara drops her head into her hands. The dreams started when she accepted that quest to reforge Arthas' old hammer into an axe. Perhaps she should have stopped when Shadow's Edge was compete. But Highlord Mograine had spoken of an even stronger weapon, and she hadn't been able to resist the lure of all that power. And now that she's embarked on the quest to create Shadowmourne the dreams have turned into nightmares that no amount of exhaustion or alcohol will keep away.

Mornara sits up and pulls her axe from its harness on her back. She looks at the grip with its inset gems of her own cutting. She stares at the blade, where she had etched the runes for health and defense. The dark metal didn't reflect the early dawn light. For the hundredth time she wondered if the souls of the undead she slaughtered in Icecrown Citadel felt pain as they were pulled into the axe. Or if it was a relief after the torture of the Lich King. She shuddered and reslung the axe over her shoulder.