Elariel continued to follow the Night Elf and thankfully seemed to remain out of his perception. He went deeper and deeper into the heart of the Temple, and Elariel could feel the solid walls closing in around her as they delved into its depths. It didn't help that the hunter was extinguishing the light as he went. The longer that Elariel followed, the more she could feel the source of Illidan's power throbbing through her veins in the way that it throbbed through the halls. It was dark, she knew that now beyond reason. She could taste the magic on her tongue and feel its evil tendrils wrapping around her body, threatening to strangle her life force with raw power. It had a sharp sulfurous smell that made it harder for her to breath, choking her even as it threatened to re-energise her.<br/><br/>She couldn't take it much longer. Elariel knew her own limits well; and this was one limit she was not willing to cross. From this taste of Illidan's power she now had a strong conviction that he was using some sort of Fel magic to power his endeavours. She had admired his strength and his super-charged abilities, but the Fel magic made it seem somewhat reprehensible to her. If it was Fel magic, would it be right for her and her brethren to harness it in order to save their people? Or would it make them just as bad as the demons they sought to excise.<br/><br/>Elariel was torn from her thoughts as the hunter killed more of Illidan's followers. She could hear the sound of muffled boots in a corridor to her right and knew that she would have no choice but to end this adventure soon. With her unknowing escort she had discovered much more than she had dared to hope, but the cost would soon become too great. There was no point gaining this knowledge if she could not share it with the others.<br/><br/>But she could not leave the Hunter here.<br/><br/>If he continued to kill  Illidan's soldiers then he would draw far too much attention; especially if he wasn't caught. He would put them on an even higher guard and it would be impossible for her and her party to confirm her observations. She knew that she had two choices; incapacitate the Hunter and leave him to be found by Illidan's forces, or she could capture him and take him back to her camp as prisoner. She couldn't release him though, as she could tell by his ferocity that nothing would stop him from following his path. Though she didn't feel she could leave him here. She had watched as he had artfully wrought death upon the beings in the temple, his strikes and cuts bringing with them a grace that she had never seen before. Every move he made was infused with hatred and purpose; it would be nothing short of evil if she left him here to be captured by his foe.<br/><br/>So it was that Elariel decided to take him prisoner. However, if he provided too much for her to handle, she knew that she would have to kill him. She sincerely hoped she didn't need to though, as he would undoubtedly be able to help her cause.<br/><br/>With silent whispers Elariel's crimson lips formed the invisibility spell that wrapped around her, warming her with the security of imperception. In a few short soundless blinks Elariel was right behind the Hunter as he stalked down the halls. She summoned her frost armour and slipped her dagger out of her belt. With a breath of exertion she jumped and latched her body around the Hunter's. Her legs wrapped around his waist, one arm around his arms and shoulders and another holding her dagger to his throat, a slim trail of red blood beading on his dark skin.<br/><br/>"You have done enough damage. You need to get out of here now, and you will come with me," She hissed, pressing the knife a little deeper, adding threat to her demands.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>