Three Weeks before the final Change
Esria flinched back as she unfurled the scroll. Her eyes, or what remained of them, scanned across the text that was written upon the sheet but she saw more than just the writing. Her enhanced sight saw the work of spells and words invisible to most skittering madly across the parchment, drawing her vision whenever she tried to concentrate on reading. After a few minutes and a growing headache she threw it down onto the table.
"Its no good. I cant focus on the writing."
"It will come in time," Noorin said as he joined her at the table in the small hovel. "Many of the illidari were driven nearly mad by it. If not into madness entirely."
He places a small mug of water on the table for her which she gratefully took. It was cool as she tipped it back, thankful for some semblance of normality. The last week had been a painful mix of spell work and mental exercise for her. The voice in her head had been calmed to a dull whisper that cropped up from time to