[Horde] Chapter Five: Session Eight

Appearing Characters: Alandien Shadowfury, Anice Erona, Aramar Thorne, Armord, Artallus, Arthak Saurfang, Broll Bearmantle, Dabu, Delas Moonfang, Elarisiel Bloodwrath, Halno, Illidan Stormrage, Illysanna Ravencrest, Jace Darkweaver, Kilnar Goldensword, Kor'vas Bloodthorn, Lantresor, Levia Blackflight, Mahoi, Makasa Flintwill, Murky, Nallorath Evershield, Needle, Netharel Terrorblade, Nyxxa, Rem'oth, Rexxar, Sol'chi, Tae'shara Bloodwatcher, Telagos, Theras Hellbourne, Tyrande Whisperwind, Velameestra Windrunner (Simulacrum), Zar'Kaa, Zug

November 7th

After being dumbfounded for a moment, Nyxxa took a deep breath.

Nyxxa says: I… don’t know what to say.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: I… I really didn’t want it to come out like this.

Nyxxa says: It’s fine.

Nyxxa looked around and rapidly realized everyone was watching.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: I can explain everything. We have some things to talk about.

Nyxxa says: We can probably do it somewhere more private…

Gentle Voice says: Not to intrude, but that was my idea as well.

Nyxxa looked over and saw a figure that was not familiar, but one Nyxxa immediately recognized. Nyxxa bristled in fear as a beautiful night elven women with a silvery-white gown and a few pieces of armor approached.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Though if I might be a suggestion, it may be wise to take a moment before this is addressed.

Tyrande looked at Delas, and her gaze narrowed.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I believe it would be beneficial for all of you. Especially you, sister. Center yourself and perhaps you can come to this conversation with more even heads.

Delas looked down at Nyxxa, and there was anger, confusion, and resignation on her face as she closed her eyes.

Delas Moonfang says: You speak with wisdom, high priestess.

Delas looked around and then over to Kor’vas.

Delas Moonfang says: We will speak more of this, but… we will do so in private and after I have prayed to Elune for patience and wisdom, something it seems I need to do quite acutely, given the circumstances.

Delas decided to leave, and Nyxxa looked over to Tyrande.

Nyxxa says: I am sorry my actions caused a scene. It’s complicated, but I do think it’s understandable she reacted that way.

Tyrande looked Nyxxa up and down.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: There’s no need to apologize. We are guests. And while her actions are understandable, it was unbecoming of her station. I believe she will regret them as her mind plays over this scene. It is we who should be apologizing. But…

She looked to the rest of the group.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I am Tyrande Whisperwind. I am a representative of the Sisterhood of Elune. I apologize for greeting your arrival with such an unbecoming display. I do hope you’ll be able to forgive her. I’ll have words with Sister Moonfang later. We’ll ensure it won’t happen again.

Nyxxa says: If I might ask… what is her name?

Tyrande Whisperwind says: That…

Tyrande looked over to where Delas had retreated, alongside her own frostsaber. Another frostsaber was watching the situation a short distance away with an immaculate silver howl on its head.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: That is Delas Moonfang. She is a staunch and scholarly member of the Sisterhood who swore themselves to the moonblades many years ago. It seems you have a history.

Nyxxa says: It seems so.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I shan’t pry. Yet.

She then looked at Kor’vas, whose felfire was fading.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: It seems you have a connection with Miss Kor’vas. She was one of the brave warriors responsible for saving me from a terrible fate. Apologies for the eavesdropping, but I hope you can forgive her for what she has done to wrong you.

Nyxxa says: I’m… just glad to… meet both of them. It’s complicated, but…

She then looked at Kor’vas.

Nyxxa says: I am glad you’re alive, and I’m so proud of you. Good job.

Kor’vas looked at Nyxxa and her mouth wobbles, but as the felfire faded away completely she threw her arms around her.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: I’m so glad you’re here and I don’t need to hide anymore.

Nyxxa says: Just put some thought into who you want me to be to you.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: Yeah. We can talk later. I think I’ve embarrassed you enough.

Nyxxa says: You’re worth the embarrassment, kid.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: Now who is embarrassing who?

She looked at the other Illidari and shooed them back to training before assuring she would catch up with Nyxxa later and hurrying off.

Nyxxa exhaled.

Nyxxa says: I’d like to get back to business.

Tyrande’s eyes had fallen on Arthak, and she smiled.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: And you must be the warchief of the orcs, correct?

Arthak Saurfang says: Yes, Lady Whisperwind. Arthak Saurfang. Pleasure.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I have heard a great deal about you, Arthak. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I… would be interested in speaking with you further in private. I think the two of us have some things to speak of.

There were obvious thoughts going through her mind as if she was looking through Arthak at the same time.

Arthak Saurfang says: Well. If you would wish to have that conversation, then I will make myself available for it.

Tyrande nodded.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Wonderful. There’s no rush, you have a significant point that needs to make themselves at home in this place. But I do look forward to it. Though I know our goals may not align fully here on the Broken Isles, I look forward to seeing how you and all of your allies move forward as they deal with this threat that seems to be here in the heart of the world. If there’s anything myself or my small camp can do, you need only ask. If it’s within our power, we’ll aid you.

Beyond Tyrande, a camp of less than a dozen night elves were gathered but paying attention at a distance. Most of them were female, save for two individuals. Most of the eyes were on Nyxxa. The two male night elves were a large, broad-shouldered man with a thick green beard and two large elk antlers. He was preparing some food. The other looked more like the Illidari, but he was near where Tyrande had been. He started to make his way over, his arms crossed.

Illidan Stormrage says: That was quite an entrance that you made. I’m surprised, given what I heard, I expected the first conflict to be sparked from the higborne, not from your camp, Tyrande.

Tyrande turned to him.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Illidan, you know this is not the time. Delas and…

She looked at Nyxxa.

Nyxxa says: Nyxxa Murkthorn.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Delas and Lady Murkthorn have a history and you don’t need to exacerbate it.

Illidan Stormrage says: Quite so. I doubt I could do much, could I?

He looked Nyxxa up and down.

Illidan Stormrage says: So you’re the one who they were expecting?

Nyxxa says: Yes.

Nyxxa bowed.

Nyxxa says: It’s a pleasure to meet you, Master Stormrage.

Illidan Stormrage says: I did not know demons could become demon hunters.

He looked at Illysanna.

Illidan Stormrage says: Seems you and your Illidari have gotten quite creative with whom you invite.

His head shifted toward the nearby training murlock.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: We’re not so closed minded as to only allow one people to train. The Burning Legion has done no small amount of damage to the world. Besides, Nyxxa was once a kaldorei and is one of our most talented and invaluable agents.

Illidan Stormrage says: Is that so?

Nyxxa was blushing thoroughly.

Nyxxa says: If you say so, Slayer. And, well, it was an experiment too to see if the process would suppress the curse. Which. It did. Kind of. I don’t corrupt as much as I… would normally.

Tyrande cocked her head to the side.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: For truth?

Nyxxa says: Hopefully it’s the first step to reversing the curse. That’s what I… want to work on.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: That is… heartening news. I had never heard of a satyr seeking to reverse their condition.

Nyxxa says: We’re out there… it’s just kind of… hard to get anyone to help. But I’ve been fortunate to meet a lot of great people. Maybe it’s possible.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Hmph. I have interacted with satyrs in the past. Satyrs who do not seek the depravity of most of your kin may. But for one to speak with such optimism and hope to restore themselves… well. Had my last several months not been as interesting as they had been, perhaps I’d be more surprised.

Tyrande moved forward and took Nyxxa’s hand. Nyxxa flinched.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: We all have sins we must face. Yours may be strong, and they may have a depth that I could only begin to understand. But if this is truly what you seek, hearken to the goddess. I believe she will hear you. No matter how deep within the forests you are.

Nyxxa says: A few months ago I don’t think I would have believed you, but now I’m starting to think Elune does love us. Even if one of us strays, that doesn’t change the fact she loves us.

Tyrande looked up toward the sky.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I believe that you’re right. I must believe that you’re right. Would you join me for meditations sometime?

Nyxxa says: I-I would be honored! If you would have me.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I’d be honored as well.

Nyxxa says: I was hoping to talk to a priestess someday… but that it’s you. Apologies, I’m a bit overwhelmed.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: It’s quite alright. You’ve had an interesting reunion. We can speak later.

Nyxxa nodded.

Nyxxa says: That said… there is some news that we got.

She looked over at Illysanna.

Nyxxa says: We got some relevant news.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: By all means, Nyxxa. What do you have to report?

Nyxxa took another deep breath.

Nyxxa says: Well, as we were journeying, we ran into an island being beset by naga. Have you run into them?

Illysana nodded.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Yes, there are some in the waters around here. We’ve been luckily able to remove any major confrontations, but they are frustrating.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Indeed. We have encountered them from time to time. They have no love for our people. That is clear.

Nyxxa says: We learned earlier they were more cursed kaldorei, but in addition, we encountered a disagreement between two factions. One was led by a woman named Eurayle Vashj.

Tyrande’s expression promptly hardened in a moment, and her brow furrowed and her muscles tensed.

Nyxxa says: So you’re familiar.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I have had unpleasant experiences. She was once one of Queen Azshara’s handmaidens before the sundering. She’s alive then?

Nyxxa says: And it unfortunately seems she still is a handmaiden of Azshara.

Nyxxa’s ears flattened.

Illidan scowled.

Illidan Stormrage says: You’ve got to be kidding me?

Nyxxa says: No. She’s leading the naga. She’s been alive under the sea this whole time.

Illidan Stormrage says: Of course she is.

Tyrande scowls and her fist clenches, but then it loosens.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I see. Thank you for sharing this information, Nyxxa. There’s little I can do about it now, but… I imagine the high priestess will want to know about this as soon as possible. Of all the people to have survived the Sundering, that the witch queen was one… Do you know what she is doing?

Nyxxa says: From what I could tell, whatever she wants… we were reassured by Lady Vashj that her highness doesn’t make the same mistakes twice, and likely won’t be siding with the Legion. This time. No doubt she’s noticed the activity.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Small comfort, though I’d be hesitant to even consider calling her an ally against the Legion. Whatever machinations she would have would be as ruinous as the Sundering.

Nyxxa says: Yeah… but… could be worse I suppose. Nothing we can do.

Illysanna nodded.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Indeed. At least she’s not a threat right now, and that’s a valuable thing to remember while we see if we can discover anything else. The last thing we need is for Queen Azshara the Vainglorious to rear her head again.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Well said.

Nyxxa says: Though probably a much different looking head.

Illidan chuffed.

Illidan Stormrage says: Yet no doubt her pride has grown only further in the last ten thousand years.

Nyxxa says: That was all I had to say. It was a surprise, to say the least.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I appreciate the information. I lead you and yours to continue acclimating your forces. You know where to find me.

Nyxxa says: Is there a druid with you?

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Yes. Master Broll Bearmantle is here to aid us in our endeavors.

Tyrande gestured to the large man, and Broll looked up, then down, then up again and hesitantly waved.

Nyxxa says: We actually acquired a couple of animals from an island… if a druid is willing to help us, we’d appreciate us.

Nyxxa looked over to Rexxar, who nodded.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I’m sure he’d be happy to assist. He may look intimidating, but he is a kind and gentle soul.

Nyxxa says: Well Rexxar, it seems you know who to talk to.

Rexxar says: Indeed. I’ll make my way over there. After we ensure the beasts are safely moved in.

Before Tyrande walked away, Zar’Kaa stepped forward and introduced himself.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: The pleasure is mutual. You are likewise here to aid in the Horde’s endeavors, yes?

Zar'Kaa says: Yeah, I guess you can say we’re allies for now. Just ended up in this mix by chance. We met with the Horde at First Home.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: The island?

Arthak Saurfang says: Correct.

Zar'Kaa says: So now we’re here. Seeing I now know this threat is real.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: We need to assess the true threat they represent. While it is not my primary objective here, it is of interest. Thus, Master Zar’Kaa, if you require anything of my people, you need only ask. There are settlements of kaldorei here. Until recently I carried a great deal of influence. Though I no longer hold my position as high priestess, if I can open doors for you, I would be remiss not to try, especially seeing we have several common enemies.

Zar'Kaa says: I appreciate that. Thanks!

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Doubly so seeing your group has a handful of… unorthodox company.

Zar'Kaa says: Yeah, some of these people are weird as fuck, but that’s just how it is.

Illidan chuffed. Tyrande covered her mouth in amusement.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: While I must admit I don’t know much about your tribe, I met a few members of the Darkspear shortly. They are a kind and noble folk, so I look forward to speaking with the rest of you while we are here.

Zar’Kaa raised his eyebrow.

Zar'Kaa says: Who was that?

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Two druids. One named Zen’tabra, and another named Seria. The two of them were instrumental in unraveling the scheme that threatened to destroy my people from within. By my own hand.

Zar’Kaa’s eyes widened.

Zar'Kaa says: What? Seria was wrapped in all that?

Tyrande Whisperwind says: It seems so. I only spoke with the two of them briefly.

Zar'Kaa says: Sorry.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: You know the two of them?

Zar'Kaa says: Yeah, Zen’tabra, basically every Darkspear knows her. Seria is a… former friend of mine. But yes, nonetheless, I used to know her for a long time. She just didn’t say anything. Not about her quest. Not even the Legion.

Tyrande shrugged.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I cannot speak for your friend unfortunately, but I’m sure she had her reasons. It was a sensitive situation.

Zar’Kaa looked somewhat displeased by the situation and the fact he wasn’t told.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Zar'Kaa says: Likewise. I’ll be sure to let my people know. If there’s anything we can do too, don’t hesitate.

Tyrande nodded and she headed back to her camp. Illidan glanced at Illysanna.

Illidan Stormrage says: So did you know that exposive situation was going to happen?

Illysanna Ravencrest says: No, I didn’t. I had hoped to keep Kor’vas and Nyxxa’s reunion a pleasant surprise. I hadn’t realized there was deeper conflict. For that, you have my sincerest apology, Nyxxa. Had I known, I wouldn’t have kept it.

Nyxxa says: It would have been a good surprise, and honestly I didn’t know I had a wife and daughter until about two months ago when Vaerux deigned to share it.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: That seems like him. Nevertheless, you have my apologies.

Nyxxa says: All is forgiven.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: I’ll be happy to help you and your people places for your camp.

Arthak Saurfang says: That is most appreciated, Lady Ravencrest.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: I’d be happy to give you a tour. The Hold is not entirely reclaimed, but we are working on exorcizing the ancient spirits here, but it is a process that has only begun recently.

Illysanna gave them a brief tour of the courtyard and the Hold itself.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: This place was once my home, but it had set abandoned for many thousands of years until recently. It was also the seat of the resistance that stood against Queen Azshara during the War of the Ancients, and unfortunately time has not been kind to this place. We’ve done what we can, and thanks to a specialist in the necromantic arts with the blood elves, we’ve begun to lay to rest some of the spirits here. If you explore the keep, I simply advise caution. Simple violence will not do to turn the spirits away. Trust me, we’ve tried.

Nyxxa says: Well, it’s good they’re at rest then. They can pack quite a punch.

Nyxxa laughed nervously. As they walked near the elven camp, they saw several tents and research equipment. One of the larger tents had the flap propped open, and their attention was drawn to it as a large whisper called out.

Nallorath Evershield says: That’s them, mistress! I’m certain of it!

A young elven warrior was at the tent entrance, a hand on his blade as he scowled at the group. A moment later, a regal elven emerged from the tent, as well as several others. She looked different from the last time they faced her, but it was the unmistakable figure of Kilnar Goldensword.

It seemed that Nallorath was pointing at the Azgadaan simulacrum, but in actuality, beyond Azgadaan, was Halno, creeping out of the shadows.

Arthak Saurfang says: Lady Ravencrest, there is some business I should see to. Seeing we have the opportunity.

Illysanna crossed her arms.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Of the nonviolent kind I surmise?

Arthak Saurfang says: I wouldn’t insult your hospitality. Just some accounting that needs to be seen to.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Very well. I have some business that I need to see to anyways. We’ll continue this tour once you’re finished.

Sol'chi says: What are you referring to, Arthak?

Arthak Saurfang says: I think it’s best there’s an accounting of deeds just so everything is clear.

Zar'Kaa says: What’s that supposed to mean?

Arthak Saurfang says: That means I have done things, and it’s good that there’s an understanding of what I have and have not done.

Sol'chi says: Fair enough.

Several other elves were in the area, but the two that also caught their eye was a very short dark-skinned elven woman with dark, curly hair, who was shooting them the worst stink eyes possible. Her arms were folded and she was leaning up against one of the crates, watching. Next to her, near Kilnar, was another elven woman with wavy white hair and an intense gaze as she regarded the group. She was surveying them with her arms folded behind her back, particularly looking at Arthak, but then the trolls, and she and Zar’Kaa made eye contact.

Zar’Kaa held his face in his hands.

Zar'Kaa says: You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Arthak started to approach after he lit his cigar.

Levia Blackflight says: I probably shouldn’t go over there. I’ll just let you– Wait… is that…?

She and Vel see each other at the same time. Levia’s eyes widened as Vel’s cool expression changed to one of clear surprise.

Velameestra Windrunner says: Levia?

Levia Blackflight says: Vel!?

Sol'chi says: Friend of yours?

Levia Blackflight says: Yeah!

As Arthak approached, Nallorath reached for his sword, but Kilnar held a hand out and shook her head. Nallorath did not look happy.

Kilnar stepped forward.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Arthak Saurfang.

Arthak Saurfang says: Magistrix Goldensword. A pleasure to meet you in truth this time.

Kilnar Goldensword says: I would say the same, but I would not wish to lie to you.

Arthak Saurfang says: I appreciate that. I would thank you for your hospitality with your bracing series of death traps.

Kilnar Goldensword says: I’m glad you found them challenging enough for your liking. I do seek to entertain my guests after all. What can I do for you, on this wonderful evening, Master Saurfang? Or should I call you warchief?

Arthak Saurfang says: Whichever you prefer, Magistrix. I have no intention of darkening your camp for long. I simply felt it best we had this discussion quickly. That way I can leave you in your peace, and you can leave me in mine, at least, while under this roof.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Well…?

Arthak Saurfang says: No doubt you are already familiar with some of my actions against some of your people in the war. But. Since you have to deal with my presence, lets get it out of the way. A brief accounting then. While I was not the architect of many of these things, I had an integral role in many of them. The Dark Portal opening. I am also responsible directly for the deaths of Thalorian Dawnseeker, as you know, and Sylvos Windrunner–

Velameestra Windrunner says: What?

Arthak Saurfang says: Yes.

Arthak turned his attention to Vel for a moment.

Arthak Saurfang says: I take it you knew Master Windrunner?

Kilnar Goldensword says: She’s familiar.

Kilnar cut in before Vel had a chance to respond.

Arthak Saurfang says: Then you have my condolences. He died well.

Vel exhaled at the notion, clearly not comforted by it, though she chose not to say anything more. Arthak turned his attention back to Kilnar.

Arthak Saurfang says: You also know I was chieftain responsible for the coalition arranged to hunt the resistance, and for the raid on your manor. And while I did not concoct the Red Mist, it was my plan that Gul’dan used to deploy it.

Kilnar Goldensword says: The self-same man you are now hunting here, yes?

Arthak Saurfang says: Correct.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Tell me, Arthak, are you seeking to brag, or is this some sort of act of contrition? You’ll forgive me if I seek to give you neither here.

Arthak Saurfang says: I seek nothing.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Then what? Do you wish to have a plaque in your honor?

Arthak Saurfang says: No. I just believed you deserved to know.

Kilnar Goldensword says: How very kind of you.

Arthak Saurfang says: As you are aware more than most, I am not a particularly kind man.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Yet our hosts see fit to extend their hospitality nonetheless. A questionable choice, yet one I am in no position to refuse. So. Was there anything else you wanted to add?

Arthak Saurfang says: Not particularly, no, but at this juncture, the operations we are conducting in the Broken Isles, I see you have been informed of some parts.

Kilnar Goldensword says: I knew the broad strokes. I pieced together the rest, and you confirmed the last parts.

Arthak Saurfang says: Then were you and your people inclined to seek vengeance, while understandable, it would be in your best interest as well as ours to wait until our work is done.

Kilnar Goldensword says: So you came to brag and to threaten me?

Arthak Saurfang says: No. Context was all I sought to give.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Yes. Coercion does come in many forms, Arthak. I’m starting to get a picture of the type of man you are. Your words are heard loud and clear. I guarantee I’d never do anything to jeopardize our own goals here on the Broken Isles.

Arthak Saurfang says: I’m glad to hear it. I believe that is all.

Kilnar Goldensword says: I see. Well.

Kilnar gestured for Arthak to leave.

Arthak Saurfang says: Good evening, magistrix.

Arthak gave a nod and turned to leave the sin’dorei camp. He glanced back at Vel and the other sin’dorei. While she had not spoken again, Vel’s eyes had flickered from blue to a bright magenta hue. As that conversation had happened, nebby as he was, Halno had stopped by to listen in on that conversation, and had earned the white-haired elf’s piercing glance, which then narrowed.

However, Arthak paused for a moment.

Arthak Saurfang says: Oh. There was one thing I forgot. I was also the one that brought Frostmourne to this world. I was its first wielder, as I imagine the general would have told you.

Vel looked back at Arthak.

Velameestra Windrunner says: Perhaps you should be best on your way, Master Saurfang.

Arthak Saurfang says: Indeed. Give her my regards, next time you see her.

Arthak continued walking away, along with the majority of the Horde group. Zar’Kaa looked back at Vel with a mixture of confusion and simmering anger before he turned away as well.

Nyxxa says: Thank you for your time, Magistrix Goldensword. I do wish to apologize for the part I played in all this. If you’re willing, I’d like to return what I took.

Nyxxa bowed.

Kilnar Goldensword says: You are… one of the Slayer’s people, yes?

Nyxxa nodded and Kilnar crossed her arms.

Kilnar Goldensword says: What plunder did you acquire?

Nyxxa produced the bracers and the horn of silent alarm she had collected, and Kilnar looked at them.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Oh. Those were… from my simulacrum, yes?

Nyxxa nodded.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Those were primarily used for circumstances where I would be unable to prepare for a battle in a more direct fashion. Good for meetings that might become dangerous. I have not had the opportunity to have such moments of relaxation lately, and I find myself bereft of the mechanisms to create simulacra without any small amount of suffering. Thus I can’t say I will put those to great use. Question for you. Some of the sin’dorei had reported… an individual matching your description aiding them with weapons and information. I also understand that story has a grim ending–a convenient one. One that would be suitable for covering one’s tracks. What drove you to do such a thing?

Nyxxa says: Because I could and Arthak gave me his blessing.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Did he now?

Nyxxa nodded.

Nyxxa says: I found myself in a position to help, so I did. Unfortunately, I assumed I had been caught and needed to make some unideal choices in order to complete my mission. Which I do apologize for. Cold comfort as that might be.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Cold comfort indeed, but, well… given your circumstance I find your words to be more easy to swallow than… some.

Nyxxa says: Orcs have an interesting way. It’s not congruent with how elves work, unfortunately. Also cold comfort, I know..

Kilnar Goldensword says: It’s going to be a long and difficult winter. You may keep the bracers. If I need them again, I’ll simply get another set. They aren’t exceptionally uncommon. Consider it a thanks for the lives you did save, even if your actions took others. Besides, judging from your attire, I wager their enchantment has been valuable, yes?

Nyxxa says: Incredibly so.

Kilnar Goldensword says: Then I insist you keep them. If they can prevent you from dying and letting the lives that were lost go to waste, all the better. I’ll take the horn though.

Kilnar took the horn back and gave it to Nallorath, who thanked her.

Nyxxa says: I appreciate that. With that, I’ll get out of your hair for good.

Kilnar Goldensword says: That may still be for the best.

Velameestra Windrunner says: …Nyxxa, was it?

Nyxxa says: Yes?

Velameestra Windrunner says: The hooded man. The elf. That’s who I think it is, isn’t it?

Nyxxa paused and grimaced, but nodded.

Nyxxa says: Unfortunately so.

Velameestra Windrunner says: Noted.

Nyxxa says: It is him, but it’s also not him. He… informed me of some things.

Velameestra Windrunner says: Wonderful.

Nyxxa says: You’re Velameestra Windrunner, are you not?

Velameestra Windrunner says: I am.

Nyxxa says: Then I also have to thank you for continuing where I left off.

Vel tilted her head inquisitively.

Nyxxa says: I learned from the others that you were still alive.

Velameestra Windrunner says: The trolls.

Nyxxa nodded.

Nyxxa says: I assume that’s a secret, given context. And what I know of the situation.

Velameestra Windrunner says: You would be correct.

Nyxxa says: Understood. Then I’ll make sure the others are informed that you are to remain dead. You and Remnii both.

Velameestra Windrunner says: Appreciated.

Nyxxa says: Of course. I don’t want to get in the way of your operations.

Vel nodded and then glanced over at Levia.

Levia Blackflight says: It’s really good to see you again, Vel, I can go for now if you think that would be better?

Velameestra Windrunner says: We’ll catch up later.

Levia Blackflight says: Yeah. It is good to see you.

Velameestra Windrunner says: Same.

Nyxxa says: If you are bothered by anyone, don’t hesitate to let me know.

Levia Blackflight says: Or me. I, uh, Miss Goldensword I don’t know if she’s told you–

Kilnar Goldensword says: She has.

Levia Blackflight says: Right. Yeah.

Nyxxa says: Come along, dear.

The group split off and reconvened. A few of the krokul did recognize them as well, though there were only a handful. The Horde started to set up their camps, and Nyxxa picked up that the night elves were definitely watching her.

One of the night elves had attire more similar to the Reliquary. She had large, round glasses, and she was flitting around seemingly interviewing various members of the Illidari. Shinfel also had materialized in the blood elf camp and was having a seemingly interesting conversation with Kilnar.

There was also another man with white hair that had patches of blue scales, slitted eyes, and horns tucked behind his ears. Nyxxa was able to identify that this man was in actuality a dragon, though a young one.

At one point, while Nyxxa was walking around talking to some of her old friends, she head a deep voice.

Dabu shouts: IT YOU!

She was promptly swept off her hooves by a massive, scaled skarvyn.

Nyxxa says: You’re alright, you made it out! It’s so good to see you!

Dabu was holding Nyxxa up in the air with a big dumb grin.

Dabu shouts: It you! IT YOU! You safe!

Nyxxa says: You’re safe!

Dabu says: We safe!

An elven magistrix started to approach, alongside another, much smaller skarvyn. He was almost hiding behind the elven woman, despite the fact he was actually taller.

Anice Erona says: Dabu? Do you know this woman?

Dabu says: Yes! She helped me! She one who saved me!

Anice Erona says: Nyxxa… was it? Dabu, can you put her down.

Dabu set Nyxxa down again.

Anice Erona says: You have my thanks in helping my friend here.

Nyxxa says: I was just happy to help.

Anice Erona says: Seems he’s happy as well.

Anice looked at Dabu with genuine fondness.

Nyxxa says: You are the woman he was referring to?

Anice Erona says: I am. Anice Erona. An examiner of the Reliquary. I understand the situation is complicated, but I do want to extend my thanks for helping them. These poor creatures have a troubled history, one I’ve only started to unravel.

Nyxxa says: I know. We’ve learned some things ourselves. But they are free of their master, and we are intending on keeping it that way.

Anice Erona says: Yes. That is a troubling quandary I don’t think I’ll ever be able to solve. Do you know what happened to the others? Those who were still in the city?

Nyxxa says: They were taken in by a Horde. As equals, now. They’ve established themselves and have their autonomy. As I understand they are a mix of what used to be both orcs and elves.

Anice Erona says: I’ve come to a similar conclusion. I’ve been unable to determine who they may have been. Whatever memories are either buried very deep or completely destroyed.

Nyxxa says: Some remember better than others, but that is the norm, yes.

Anice Erona says: If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, if there’s any information you could share about these skarvyn, I would learn anything you can offer. If It can help these people, then I want to do what I can.

Nyxxa says: I will share what I can. I still feel a bit uncomfortable speaking on behalf of them after everything, but if it can be of help, I want to.

Anice Erona says: There will also be the matter of what to do with these two. But that can be addressed in the future.

Nyxxa says: Why not whatever they want to? I have a bit of understanding of creatures like them. I’m not sure what you saw earlier, but I have some experience with… memory loss. Who they were might come back to haunt them, or it won’t. But they are free now.

Anice Erona says: That much is true. Whenever you have a moment. It was nice meeting you, in spite of everything. And I did hear about what happened… my heart does sincerely go out to you. That sounds like a complicated situation.

Nyxxa says: It is…

Anice Erona says: Then again, it seems your Illidari are full of many complications.

Nyxxa says: Yeah. Thanks for looking out for Dabu.

Anice Erona says: He’s been a big help! I love having the two of them together. This is Zug, by the way. He’s another friend.

She gestured to Zug, who hesitantly waved from behind Anice.

Nyxxa says: Nice to meet you, Zug!

Anice Erona says: I’ll find you later.

Dabu waved goodbye, and the Azgadaan simulacrum was greeted by him in a similar way later on.

At one point Nyxxa had lost track of Murky, but when she found him again he was with two humans. One of them was a dark-skinned woman with a harpoon, and a young dark-haired human who was squatting down fully conversing with Murky. As soon as Nyxxa approached, Murky turned around holding a crystal.

Suddenly, the crystal burst into a sword of light. Murky held it up triumphantly and in amazement.

Nyxxa says: Murky, can you put that down please? I’m sorry, sir, is he bothering you?

Aramar Thorne says: Oh no no, he saw me training, and he wanted to hold it. I’m sorry, did I overstep? Is he your kid?

Nyxxa says: Yeah.

Aramar Thorne says: Huh. Alright.

Nyxxa says: He was left behind so I took him in.

Aramar Thorne says: Oh. I mean, as soon as he started talking he was talking about his new mom, I didn’t expect it to be a demon hunter.

Nyxxa says: I’m just glad he took to me so quickly!

Aramar Thorne says: So your Kor’vas’s mother?

Nyxxa says: Apparently so.

Aramar Thorne says: I met her before, oh, Aramar Thorne, by the way. I heard about them breaking her out of prison. Quite a spitfire that one.

Nyxxa says: She is.

Makasa checked out Nyxxa very blatantly.

Makasa Flintwill says: Makasa Flintwill, captain of the Gold Standard.

Nyxxa blushed, and Makasa smirked.

Nyxxa says: Nyxxa Murkthorn, nice to meet both of you. Yes… Thank you for looking after Kor’vas. I was going to say something, I don’t remember what…

Makasa Flintwill says: I have that effect on women.

Aramar rolled his eyes.

Aramar Thorne says: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Nyxxa says: Powerful this one.

Makasa Flintwill says: You’re just jealous.

Aramar Thorne says: Not a day in my life.

Nyxxa says: Are you two related?

Aramar Thorne says: No! No, not really–

Makasa Flintwill says: He’s my brother.

Aramar Thorne says: It’s complicated. But yeah, we’ve known each other most of my life.

Nyxxa says: Nice to meet both of you.

Aramar Thorne says: Yeah. I know there was some weird stuff going on but… if you need help I’d be happy to help out with the little guy. I picked up some nerglish–

Nyxxa says: Oh so that’s the language? I’d appreciate it. I’m not keen on taking him out of the Hold, but he’s rather self-sufficient.

Makasa Flintwill says: Aram’s got about three dozen siblings, so he’s good at changing diapers.

Aramar Thorne says: It’s not that many!

Makasa Flintwill says: It’s a good thing!

Nyxxa says: I believe he’d be in good hands. Especially if it’s someone he can speak to.

Murky happily brandished the sword and tried to say the duo’s names.

Aramar Thorne says: You’ll get it, buddy.

Nyxxa opted to leave Murky to stay and play a bit if he wasn’t bothering them.

The Horde party reassembled after they got themselves settled in their camp.

Zar'Kaa says: So. Where to begin?

Nyxxa says: Well, first thing’s first, I was able to confirm with Miss Windrunner that my assumptions were correct, and Remnii and the others had faked their deaths to avoid whoever they were

Zar'Kaa says: Windrunner?

Nyxxa says: Velameestra.

Zar'Kaa says: You mean the undead is a Windrunner?

Nyxxa says: Undead?

Zar'Kaa says: Yeah, the walking corpse that calls itself Velameestra.

Nyxxa says: Oh! Interesting.

Arthak Saurfang says: So that was Sylvos’s… niece?

Levia Blackflight says: Excuse me?

Zar'Kaa says: The undead vampyr. That’s what it is. Call a spade a spade.

Arthak Saurfang says: She.

Levia Blackflight says: She. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but that’s my friend.

Zar'Kaa says: Ah, so you make friends with corpses? Good for you?

Levia stood up.

Levia Blackflight says: I’m sorry, do you have a problem with that?

Zar'Kaa says: That’s your call. But again, you should refer to them by their nature. Just a suggestion. They don’t really equate to the living.

Levia Blackflight says: Then I guess I’ll have to start to refer to you by your nature.

Nyxxa says: We’re demons. If you consider that to be a monster, why not demons?

Zar'Kaa says: Probably because demons weren’t calwing the flesh off my people. Probably because demons haven’t personally done anything to me yet. That’s why. But undead–

Levia Blackflight says: You’re going to have a demon do something to you real quick if you keep talking about Vel like that.

Sol cast [Blessing of Kings] on Levia. Lantresor cleared his throat.

Lantresor says: I think that that is enough. Levia, perhaps you should go take a walk.

Levia Blackflight says: Yeah, that might be good.

Levia shot a glare at Zar’Kaa and then looked at Nyxxa.

Levia Blackflight says: Fill me in if there’s anything important.

Sol'chi says: Take care, Levia.

Levia Blackflight says: Arthak, can I bum a smoke?

Arthak Saurfang says: Absolutely.

Levia flicked her fingers and lit the cigar and then stormed off.

Nyxxa says: We have important things to talk about.

Zar'Kaa says: I’m not the one who lost my cool.

Halno snickered.

Halno says: Yeah I guess you can say that.

Zar’Kaa sighed.

Zar'Kaa says: Another small piece we can discuss later. But as you were saying, Nyxxa?

Nyxxa says: Yes, as I was saying.

Nyxxa seemed to be cooly mad.

Nyxxa says: Remnii and the others had faked their deaths, so it is important that we keep this to ourselves. You’d better too, from what I heard from Zekhan. I want to get your assurance that this won’t leave. It’s imperative for her safety.

Zar'Kaa says: Okay. I guess I’m not understanding what needs to be kept secret.

Nyxxa says: The fact she’s alive.

Zar'Kaa says: Yeah. I get that. But why?

Nyxxa says: Because they’re being hunted by dragons, as I understand.

Zar'Kaa says: For real? Well damn. I guess for Remnii’s sake I can keep that on the downlow.

Nyxxa says: Thank you.

Zar'Kaa says: It might be helpful to know what you all did to this magistrix? You kind of laid it out for all to hear, but, I just want to know from you, then. What happened?

Arthak Saurfang says: Which part?

Sol'chi says: This isn’t all on you. This is on us.

Arthak Saurfang says: That’s fair. My thoughts first when to the Mist, but you are right.

Zar'Kaa says: Mist?

Arthak Saurfang says: A magical weapon of Gul’dan’s invention. Among other things, it cuts off any innate connections to mystical forces. For draenei, the light. For the elves, arcane. He sought to release it on the elven resistance. He asked me for a plan. I obliged. And alas, it proved to be effective.

Zar'Kaa says: So you just concocted the plan?

Arthak Saurfang says: Correct.

Nyxxa says: It was Gul’dan’s weapon.

Zar'Kaa says: Well. I can tell you did some damage.

Arthak Saurfang says: Keen eye.

Zar'Kaa says: The Mist didn’t have a natural effect on them. Without me getting first-hand accounts… I mean, I guess it’s helpful to get a better sense of the man we’re chasing. And the people I’m working with.

Arthak Saurfang says: Indeed. Likewise.

Zar’Kaa gave Arthak a measured look.

Zar'Kaa says: In any case, it’s not something you need to worry about. I have some misgivings about what I’ve learned, it’s not about who I’m siding with. I have no love for the elves as it is.

Arthak Saurfang says: You seem like a man whose once his mind is set, it’s set.

Zar'Kaa says: No sense changing goals once the task is set ahead of you. Sometimes the narrow view is what’s needed to get it down. I appreciate your candor, but the Legion is still the focus.

Nyxxa says: Of course.

Zar'Kaa says: I’d be lying if I said this didn’t make me feel a certain type of way. A discomfort, if you will.

Arthak Saurfang says: A discomfort, captain.

Zar'Kaa says: Well yeah, the more I learn about your Horde, the more it seems you all have a long way to go. The more I wonder how complicit I will be with the wrong-doings of your people. I’m sure you can appreciate that sentiment.

Arthak Saurfang says: We never claimed to be heroes, captain.

Zar'Kaa says: No. But some of my people already look up to you and yours. And I think it’s only fair to them to know who they got onboard with. They can hold on to their idealism all they want. I mean to temper that with the reality of what has happened, and what you all are.

Arthak Saurfang says: And do you know what that reality is?

Zar'Kaa says: Seems I’m starting to find out, little by little.

Arthak Saurfang says: Little by little.

Zar'Kaa says: It shouldn’t be an issue, at least, us being here with the elves. Doesn’t seem like there’s any righting that wrong today, nor is there easing the waters you rustled with the night elves, Nyxxa. I mean, correct me if I’m wrong–

Nyxxa says: I made no such attempt to hide things when I told you about the satyrs.

Zar'Kaa says: No. But seeing the reactions of the people is different.

Nyxxa says: Good.

Zar'Kaa says: Well, I guess if there’s anything else you feel I should be filled in on, let me know? This is just about me understanding your better, and understanding where we all stand. We are all allies for now, and these people may look at mine the way they look at yours, just by standing at your side.

Nyxxa says: That’s reasonable to point out.

Zar'Kaa says: Got to protect my people as best as I can, even if I’m sending them to war.

Nyxxa nodded.

Nyxxa says: Does anyone have anything else to say?

Sol'chi says: Nothing in particular, but I plan on sending messages to the krokul in Goldensword’s camp, and to Goldensword herself, because I wish to meet with them about some previously discussed topics, like our raid. I want to return some items, but I didn’t feel like that was the right time.

Nyxxa says: Good luck. I just didn’t want to bother their camp again. I only wanted there to be one entrance, plus I have enough to deal with regarding the night elves.

Sol'chi says: Fair enough.

Nyxxa says: If you need my assistance, let me know.

Sol'chi says: Yeah. Maybe a talk later.

Nyxxa says: Yeah.

Arthak Saurfang says: I wish you the best of luck, Sol. That being said, captain.

Zar'Kaa says: Hm?

Arthak’s gaze flitted to Nyxxa for a second.

Arthak Saurfang says: I would ask you as your ally in this, do not… be respectful to the people in my company, and the people who work with me. Whatever your feelings about Lady Windrunner and her mortality, once it was clear your words were upsetting Levia, you should have dropped it. And I would ask you to drop it in the future.

Zar'Kaa says: Tell me, did Levia drop it? Because that’s not what I saw.

Arthak Saurfang says: I’m not asking about Levia’s conduct. I’m asking about yours.

Zar'Kaa says: Hm. My conduct. Well. Yeah, for her sake I don’t have to bring up the undead lingering around in the blood elf camp if it’s going to offend her so much. But if she’s the one raising up for a fight, that’s on her. Surely you can understand when someone’s temper flares, if you’re not going to de-escalate, you meet the challenge.

Arthak Saurfang says: I understand how one treats with an ally. And I understand what it’s like when someone holds a cup of water and thinks they understand the ocean.

Zar'Kaa says: I’ll make sure you remember that next time you’re indelicate with me. But sure Arthak. I’ll put on the kid gloves with Levia.

Arthak Saurfang says: Please do. And I can be indelicate whenever you wish, captain.

Zar'Kaa says: Always ready.

Arthak Saurfang says: You just have to ask.

Nyxxa says: I just have to say one thing, Zar’Kaa. If you would refer to Miss Windrunner or other undead as “it”, call me it as well. I’m sure satyrs will begin to rip your people apart as well and you’ll see me as such as well. So I’d rather skip those steps.

Zar'Kaa says: You’re serious?

Nyxxa says: I am. I am a monster, Zar’Kaa. And from everything I’ve seen, you would see me as such. I have no wish to hide anything from you. If that’s how you see them, then you will address me as such as well. I don’t want any special treatment.

Zar'Kaa says: Okay. Didn’t think that would strike a chord with you.

Nyxxa says: I know what it’s like to be seen as the worst thing I am capable of. That is what the night elves see me as. That’s the reason for that tension, and I understand it.

Zar'Kaa says: The thing about that, is I’m not them. I’m not a night elf. If they see you that way, that’s your perspective. You can’t change that. But I will say that maybe you shouldn’t go assuming how I’m going to talk to people unless you’re a mind reader–

Nyxxa says: Zar’Kaa, satyrs are on Kalimdor. Your people will run into them. I’ll do what I can to ensure you have what you need to protect yourself, but it won’t be pretty. This is me warning you. Not me assuming.

Zar’Kaa paused to consider for a moment.

Sol'chi says: I would reiterate what Nyxxa said, but my people destroy entire worlds, and their people.

Zar'Kaa says: Well. If you really are such a monster, I’ll have to see it.

Nyxxa says: You will.

Zar'Kaa says: And if you want me to strip down the idea of you to just what I see in battle, then I’ll do that if it’ll make you happy.

Nyxxa says: Frankly, I don’t want anything from you. I just want to help you protect your people, as that seems to be important to you.

Zar'Kaa says: Fine. I’ll accept that for what it is.

Sol'chi says: Well. This was a lovely conversation. I’m going to go find Levia, go open my mansion, and do something.

Arthak Saurfang says: Yes.

Nyxxa says: I’m going to ask Jace if he can touch up my tattoos. I have some wounds to fix from our own run in with undead.

Sol'chi says: Invite him to the mansion. I’d love to see that. I think Levia would too.

Nyxxa nodded.

Arthak Saurfang says: I believe it is now time for me to go and speak to Lady Whisperwind about my father.

Nyxxa says: Are you going to be okay?

Arthak Saurfang says: It is an asset. I can work with that.

Nyxxa nodded.

Zar'Kaa says: I’ll talk to Ravencrest and see how I can make myself useful.

Arthak Saurfang says: Do whatever you wish, captain. Just do it with grace.

The group started to disperse. Lantresor was sitting nearby, and as Arthak walked by, he spoke up.

Lantresor says: I believe it was good for me to wait for us to arrive here for me to speak to him. I have a much better picture of who the good captain is.

Arthak Saurfang says: Likewise, old friend, and it is probably best you speak with him before I do.

Lantresor says: You can always count on me.

Arthak Saurfang says: I know.

Nyxxa went to speak with Jace alongside Sol, and they arrived in the surgeon’s quarter where Jace was working alongside Needle. Nyxxa greeted Jace and signed a greeting to Needle.

Needle signs: Glad you’ve returned, and you’re in one piece this time.

Nyxxa says: More or less. Sol, this is Needle.

Sol'chi says: Nice to meet you, Needle.

Jace Darkweaver says: Alright, hop up Nyxxa, lets take a look.

Sol had offered to Levia to come along, but Levia had refused, as she still needed to chill out a bit and she decided she wanted to go and talk to Vel.

Nyxxa hopped up on the table and Jace and Needle took a look at everything

Needle signs: Interesting, interesting. This may be a manifestation of some of the powers you have gotten from tapping into your inner demon. The wings as well seem to be an advanced mutation.

Nyxxa says: You think it’s too fast?

Needle signs: Have you had any different ideations? Any stronger desire to kill, burn, destroy, maim?

Nyxxa says: Um. Well. When I learned Kor’vas was my daughter, I felt a stronger urge to kill Caria. But that may be unrelated.

Needle signs: That’s normal for demon hunters. And for people, I think.

Nyxxa says: That’s good. I was concerned how strong it was. And sudden.

Needle signs: I believe it’s called maternal instinct. I’m afraid it’s terminal.

Jace Darkweaver says: Needle!

There was a raspy laugh from behind Needle’s mask. Needle looked closer, and then suddenly he threw a needle at her. Nyxxa caught it.

Needle signs: Reflexes are good. I believe you need to use caution. As hunters use more and more power from their inner demon, it’s like muscle. The more you exercise it, the more powerful it becomes. But if you stop exercising it–

Nyxxa says: It gets weaker.

Needle signs: And that can cause unforeseen problems. Your body seems capable, just make sure you don’t get lax in your training and you should be fine.

Nyxxa says: I did make a deal with Vaerux. For more magic.

Needle signs: I see. That is strictly against policy. I’ll have to assassinate you now.

Nyxxa looked concerned.

Needle signs: That was a joke.

Needle laughed again.

Nyxxa says: Altruis said it was fine.

Jace Darkweaver says: It is. He’s just messing with you.

Needle signs: I did miss having you around. There’s nothing wrong with you utilizing the demon’s power. That is what we do, after all. Just do so carefully. But you’ve always been one wise enough to not jump into the water until you are at least an adept swimmer. But you seem to be the picture of health. For a satyr who devoured another one and is imprisoning his soul.

Nyxxa says: I don’t think there’s a precedent for that.

Needle signs: Now. That’s what makes your so tantalizingly delightful. I do hope you can resist any harmful ideations. But if you can’t, do know I won’t let your next body go untested. There is so much I could learn from you.

Nyxxa says: Are you coming on to me?

Needle laughed.

Needle signs: Perhaps in the only way I know how to anymore.

Jace Darkweaver says: I’d be happy to touch up your tattoos though.

Nyxxa says: Also, if it’s not too weird, could you put a moon here?

She pointed at her chest.

Jace Darkweaver says: Oh. Yeah.

Nyxxa says: Also, to the back, there are two symbols I wanted you to add to the back.

She showed the symbol of the Illidari, and the symbol of the Unbound, and Jace smiled and agreed as he pulled out a magic needle to start working.

Nyxxa says: Oh also, can I have my skull back?

Jace Darkweaver says: Why?

Nyxxa says: I want to make things with it.

Jace Darkweaver says: that’s such a Nyxxa thing to say.

Nyxxa says: I also want to look after it! Like looking after myself. In a weird way. It doesn’t have to be now.

Jace Darkweaver says: Well good thing I kept it. I actually used it to scry on you.

Nyxxa says: Do you need something else?

Jace Darkweaver says: Well, if you want to leave a lock of hair, but I guess that’s already taken care of.

He gestured to the hair he shaved off to tattoo her.

Jace Darkweaver says: Could you show me what you make though?

Nyxxa says: Yeah! I was thinking about carving animals or something. In the horns.

Jace Darkweaver says: Awe. Cute!

Meanwhile, Zar’Kaa went to find Illysanna. She was in the arena overseeing a test of the new initiates. A regal night elf woman with green hair was destroying the Illidari trainees attempting to attack her, but she was able to effortless dodge every single attack.

Regal Night Elf Demon Hunter says: Your technique is rubbish. If I was trying I would have disemboweled you. Demons fight with no remorse and you can show now hesitation.

She brought her knee up and knocked out a trainee.

Regal Illidari Instructor says: You clearly aren’t ready for the next trials. Next!

Another task was happening on the other side of the arena. There was a male night elf with long silver hair in two braids. A few individuals were pacing around him as he stood with his hands at his side. The trainees abruptly ran at him, but suddenly the trainees stopped in mid-air and were restrained. Light caught what seemed to be tiny filaments of string that were coming from the night elf’s hands as he moved them like puppet strings. Suddenly, the night elf uttered a command to “burn” and the strings lit up in fire.

Puppeteer Illidari Instructor says: You’re lucky I left your limbs intact.

The scorched trainees were dropped to the ground.

The last mane was a massive, tower of a night elf with short green hair. He was using a massive staff with two gigantic blades. It was the glaive of a pit lord. He took out a half dozen trainees with a cackle.

Next to Illysanna was a heavyset night elf that was built like a bodybuilder. She was trying to encourage the trainees and was just, in general, being quite supportive. Illidan was watching from another place around the arena.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: They do show promise, in spite of everything. I didn’t expect them to last half as long.

Heavyset Woman says: Indeed! They may even be prepared to begin their rites in a few months...

Illysanna Ravencrest says: We’ll need to make it longer than that if we hope for them to survive.

Illysanna glanced at Zar’Kaa.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Zar’Kaa! I hope your tribe is getting acclimated.

Zar'Kaa says: Yeah. Thanks for asking. I have to admit, those are nice moves.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: We try to cultivate a variety of different fighting techniques. While the warglaives I use and was popularized by our esteemed lord hunter…

She glanced at Illidan.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: They are far from the only technique we foster, as you can see.

Zar'Kaa says: Yeah. If there’s one thing I’m getting a sense of it, it’s that you have to be ready for anything. They all seem to come in any shape and size, and it seems to turn almost anything into a weapon.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Demons are engines of destruction. They are driven to it by their nature.

Zar'Kaa says: So I’ve noticed from that giant felhunter we encountered.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Yes. We’re going to need to do plenty of research on that.

Zar'Kaa says: Yeah. I tried throwing explosives down it’s throat, but it didn’t seem to do much.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Demons don’t have weaknesses, particularly one of that size, but that doesn’t mean it’s invulnerable. We’ll find a way to destroy it and harness it’s power. It’s our way.

Zar'Kaa says: Find a way seems to be the Illidari motto.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: We will sacrifice anything when it comes to this war.

Zar'Kaa says: Hm.

Zar’Kaa rested his arms on the edge of the balcony.

Zar'Kaa says: I guess that’s something I’ll have to get used to. Truth be told, I’ve never fought in a war, but from what I’ve heard of the old veterans, sacrifice is to be expected.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: War calls on everyone to make sacrifices. We of the Illidari have sacrificed everything. Our lives. Our families. Our former associations, and sometimes our names and bodies. Each and every person you see here, every initiate, it doesn’t matter what they are, they’re Illidari now.

Zar'Kaa says: That must take a lot of resolve to leave everything behind and suffer so much, and stay the course anyway.

Illysanna chuckled.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: If one wasn’t resolved enough to turn their backs on their lives, they would not be prepared for what they must do to become a true demon hunter.

Zar'Kaa says: You know. That’s something I feel like I can relate to. Not that I’m a demon hunter, but some similar sentiments I feel like I share.

Illysanna looked Zar’kaa up and down, but before she could say anything, the other demon hunter spoke up.

Heavyset Woman says: You would show promise. We’d have to break you first, of course, but you do have that look in your eye.

Zar'Kaa says: Excuse me?

Heavyset Woman says: The look that says you know a thing or two about losing, suffering, pain. That part of you would love to throw it all away and reforge yourself. We have plenty of people like that. It’s written in your eyes.

The woman took off her scrim, and revealed pure black voids where her eyes should have been.

Heavyset Woman says: Oh yes, you would make a wonderful addition to our family if you wanted.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Elarisiel, I think you’ve frightened our guest enough.

Elarisiel Bloodwrath says: Oh come now, you know what I say is true.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Regardless, we aren’t here to poach from our guests.

Zar'Kaa says: No offense taken. I appreciate we might have commonality. I’m not frightened though. More just impressed.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: I’m glad you enjoy our operation, though I fear you have far too many connections. Even so, if you seek to fight demons, this is the place to learn about it. While I don’t believe it would be wise for you to dabble into deeper technique, I think all Illidari would benefit from training against unorthodox opponents.

Zar'Kaa says: I’ll take a pass for now on going down the demon hunter route, even if I appreciate the idea.

Elarisiel Bloodwrath says: Are you sure–

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Elarisiel, enough. You’re dismissed. Go and see to the injuries of your children.

Elarisiel Bloodwrath says: Very well.

The woman flipped into the air and two tiny little wings extended as she went to glide down to the trainees.

Zar'Kaa says: But in that same spirit, maybe there are other ways I can help you? You did just mention how your recruits may benefit from fighting different opponents and learning different styles. I know a thing or two about how to dish it out.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Of course. You and the others are more than welcome to spar with anyone here. I wager they would have plenty to learn.

Zar'Kaa says: I’d be happy to show them, and learn what it means to go toe to toe with demons. But even beyond that, while we are guests here, I am at your service. I’m here to help.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Are you now?

Zar'Kaa says: From the way I’ve seen it, you’ve been gracious enough to host us without expecting us. Not only do we share a common enemy, but this is our world. You clearly have a keen and sincere desire to protect it from those who would take it from us. Even if I wasn’t keen about it a week ago, I won’t let the world fall. So. With that in mind, maybe you could tell me what you need, and I can see what I can do. How does that sound?

Illysanna Ravencrest says: It sounds too good to be true, Zar’Kaa. What are you hoping to get out of this?

Zar'Kaa says: To be honest? I love my people. But I’ve been under their thumb for a long time. I don’t come from a glorious bloodline, I don’t have titles upon titles, and I’m still young. Most of my combat prowess and kills… no one has been around to wtiness how I’ve grown. So beyond just doing this for my people, I want to make a name for myself, and I don’t want to do it myself. Why do it that way when I can do it through cooperation? Reverence and power.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: I see.

Illysanna reached out.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: If it’s glory you seek, you won’t find it here. We don’t fight for glory. We don’t fight to be heroes. We fight because we must. Because we’ve seen the ashes of this world. Allow me to be frank with you, Zar’Kaa. When I say we would sacrifice anything if it would bring the Legion’s end, we mean it. If the lives of you, your tribe, would buy us that victory, we would pay it without hesitation. We are allies of convenience. And I cannot promise you’ll receive anything by trying to build a bridge with us. Certainly not glory or recognition or validation. But what I can promise is power.

Illysanna looked up at the spire.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: A long time ago, I was the noble lady of this house. We were not highborne, but we were as close as we could get. This fortress was going to be mine, one day. I was a little proper princess. Rubbing elbows with anyone of sufficient standing. The Legion burned it all away. I sought answers and found truths. The truth is that none of that mattered, not really. I’m hearing two men fighting inside you, Zar’Kaa, and those men will kill each other. You speak of your people with reverence, while spitting their name at the same time. You’re going to have to sort that out, or else the demons will use that against you. Trust me. There are plenty of things I can have you do, however. As I said, there’s plenty of restless spirits, wild beasts… someday I would like to rebuild this place, but that is a very long term goal. But we are not some sort of global organization that can give you what you need. This is all there is. So. If you can accept that fact, then I would be glad to help. But if you’re hoping I can give you some path to give you adoration and respect amongst your people, you’ve come to the wrong place.

Zar'Kaa says: Well. Right now my people are on Kalimdor, and they aren’t here. You and your Illidari are. The people I can learn from and help are you.So yeah, that won’t give me what I want, but it’s a start. I know if I’m going to fight this enemy, I have to be ready.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: You are a curious one, aren’t you?

Zar'Kaa says: What’s the point in being in a world if you aren’t going to learn a damn thing?

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Well put. We’ll certainly have things to talk about in the future.

Zar'Kaa says: I look forward to it.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Perhaps I will as well, but that depends.

Zar'Kaa says: Depends on what?

Illysanna Ravencrest says: On which of those men in your heart win. You can’t fight a war if there’s one already being waged inside yourself.

Zar’Kaa gave her a look of determination.

Zar'Kaa says: I can try.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: You certainly can. I wish you the best, in that endeavor. I hope you can learn the lessons you need before it’s too late.

Zar'Kaa says: Thanks for the insight. And for hearing me out, I guess.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: Of course.

Zar'Kaa says: Now, if you want to start with these recruits, I can just hop right in here.

Illysanna Ravencrest says: I have a different idea. The recruits are, well… I believe they’ve learned plenty of lessons. But I believe the master instructors… they perchance may still have some fight left.

Zar'Kaa says: Sounds good to me.

Unfortunately, Zar’Kaa got his ass handed to him by the three instructors, even if he put up a good fight.

Sol had written his letters and sent them out. The letter to the Ati-kaso, and he attempted to use draenic, but it looked like a five year old wrote it. He was informing them he had news from Draenor and he wanted to let them know about it, and he was happy they looked safe and healthy.

A bit later, Rem’oth went to find Azgadaan in the manor he had set up. The simulacrum went with Rem'oth, who guided him to the camp, while Sol used his ability to see through the simulacrum’s eyes. He explained that several people had gone off and restarted their lives. Altaa had started a restaurant. A few of them, of course, stuck with Kilnar as part of her crew.

Azgadaan says: So almost everyone is back together? Except the ones on Outland?

Rem'oth says: Well. Not so much with the Ati-kaso anymore. We were sort of together out of necessity, but now that things are going well, people went back to their homes.

Azgadaan says: People that don’t want to fight. I’m glad she opened a restaurant! There’s an item I took from Kilnar’s mansion… I need to talk to her about that. It makes spices. It would probably be useful for her.

Rem'oth says: Yeah, I think she called it “Something Good”. It’s a cute little joint. A few people stayed back there to work it. Most everyone else has gone off and done their own thing.

Azgadaan says: I’m glad people are doing what they want now.

Rem'oth says: Yeah. It’s weird. I think that’s why we stuck with the Gold Standard. We got so used to traveling that not traveling didn’t feel right.

Azgadaan says: That’s fair. I’ve been traveling since I left Argus. I get it. The only home I have is the one I pulled you out of. I can make mansions whenever I want.

Rem'oth says: Handy trick.

Azgadaan says: it is! I can make one for you guys as well.

Rem'oth says: Nah. We have plenty. I appreciate the offer though.

Azgadaan says: I still owe you guys a lot, especially for how I acted, so if you need anything, I owe it.

Rem'oth says: I can’t speak for everyone. But you, uh… I heard, well, I… you’re not, uh… you’re not really with the Legion anymore, yeah?

Azgadaan says: Not at all! My only connection is my father, who I’m going to be dealing with because I think he’s here, and I still have… I’m still figuring out what I’m going to do with my romantic entanglements with Aracyra.

Rem'oth whistled.

Rem'oth says: That’s probably a mess.

Azgadaan says: Yeah. Otherwise, none.

Rem'oth says: Well, either way, you got your own fight to worry about. I don’t think you have to worry about trying to repay us for something as… it’s in the past, you know? I’m sure some people might not be happy with you, but them you should just give space. I ain’t mad, you know?

Azgadaan says: That’s reassuring, thank you.

They arrived at the small krokul camp so that.

Armord says: Look who has come to curse us again.

Azgadaan says: Yeah. I do have that effect on people.

Armord smacked a seat next to the fire.

Armord says: Take a seat, kid.

Azgadaan says: Good to see you guys again.

Armord says: Can’t say the same, but if we were going to run into any eredar, it’s best it’s you.

Azgadaan says: Sure enough. You saw the other eredar, right?

Armord says: What’s his deal?

Azgadaan says: He’s Sol. Similar situation to me. I trust him.

Armord says: As long as he doesn’t get into trouble.

Azgadaan says: As much as I can.

Armord says: That’s not very reassuring.

The others chuckle.

Armord says: If he’s not with the Legion, there’s no issue, but if he comes over and fucks with us, I’ll sick Mahoi and Artallus on him.

Mahoi was actively grinding an axe and he just grunted in Azgadaan’s direction.

Artallus says: If you’ll excuse me. I think I need to go and clear my head.

He decided to leave.

Armord says: Don’t hold it against him.

Azgadaan says: No problem. If you need anything, I do have a mansion set up over there. I offered it to Remmoth, but if any of you feel the need to use the baths or anything, trust me, they’re the best I could think of.

Armord says: Maybe I’ll poke around there.

Azgadaan says: If you want to talk or hang out, I have games. I’d love companionship! Or if you have the need or want, I’m open to visits.

Armord says: You realize how ridiculous that sounds, yeah? Being invited by a demon to play games?

In Azgadaan’s mind, thus through Sol’s as well, he felt a wave of guilt and shame that ran through him. His mind flashed back to the moment in the nameless voice, and the single thought that he would die alone crosses over his mind. It chilled him to the bone and unnerved him for a moment.

Azgadaan says: Ah, yeah.

Armord says: Maybe if I get drunk enough I’ll do it.

Azgadaan says: I do have alcohol!

Armord says: We’ll see how I feel. Not tonight.

Azgadaan says: Yeah. I think the mood around the camp will be a bit tense for a bit.

Armord says: More than a bit. We just got here recently. Nice place if you can get over the ghosts and the spiders and the people without eyes.

Azgadaan filled them all in on the stuff on Draenor.

Azgadaan says: Yeah. Nice talking to you. Sorry for disturb the camp, good night, and… Krona ki cristorr.

Armord says: You as well. And. Hey. If you ever need anything too, let me know. I doubt I’ll be able to do anything, it’s not a promise, but I’m offering. That’s what Remnii would want, so I’m going to change it.

Azgadaan says: Thanks.

Armord says: Don’t get yourself killed, kid.

Azgadaan says: I’ll try not to do so again.

Azgadaan headed off and the krokul started to talk amongst themselves in draenic.

Arthak made his way over to the night elf camp. There were several large frostsabers and nightsabers milling around, but just Tyrande and two of the others were present. Tyrande’s eyes flitted over to Arthak and she stood.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Arthak! Come. The view from the parapets of the Hold are as beautiful as I remember.

Arthak Saurfang says: Lead the way.

The evening was quite beautiful. The moon and stars were bright in the sky overhead.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Your journey here I wager was not an easy one, Arthak.

Arthak Saurfang says: Journeys rarely are.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Quite true. Mine wasn’t either, to be fair.

Arthak Saurfang says: Yes, I’ve heard some parts of it.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Yes. Rather embarrassing, to be true. To have your own body issuing commands and taking the lives of your own people is not something I would wish upon my greatest enemy. But we can only rebuild and take those first steps, as hard as it may be.

Arthak Saurfang says: Indeed.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I’m… sure you know one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you.

Arthak Saurfang says: Yes. I was given the impression that you would have an interest in speaking to me. Because of Broxigar.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: It’s been so long since I’ve seen him. But I admit I see his face upon your own. We who live as long as we do perceive the world in a different way from humans or orcs. Distant memories become like dreams. Some are beautiful, others tragic, and some both. But seeing you reminded me of all those times. I did not know, in all the times we talked… Broxigar never mentioned you.

Arthak Saurfang says: We never met.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I suspected that might be the case. I’m deeply sorry. He gave his life fighting a war that wasn’t his own, and that deprived you of the chance to meet him. I’m sure that has colored your heart in regards to him. That cannot be an easy subject, yet here I am brazenly wandering into it.

Arthak Saurfang says: Broxigar made his choices, and I… I find I can neither condemn him nor applaud him, as others do.

Tyrande nodded.

Arthak Saurfang says: He is not a symbol of anything to me, as he is to many. He is simply a man I never met.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: And that is… perhaps the biggest crime of all. The biggest tragedy. He is a man who saved my life, and many other lives. That his own son never got to know him is one more injustice we must endure.

Arthak Saurfang says: Did he speak of my mother? While you knew him.

Tyrande smiled.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: He did.

Arthak Saurfang says: Good.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Whenever anyone would say how mighty a warrior he was, how skilled he was, there would always be a twinkle in his eye when he bragged about how there was only one person that had ever been a match for him. I… I do not want to presume, what was her fate?

Arthak Saurfang says: Me. Hmph. She did not survive my birth.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I see. Your journey has been difficult indeed, hasn’t it.

Tyrande glanced at Arthak, and there was the glimpse of a tear in one of her eyes.

Arthak Saurfang says: I do not wish to be rude, Lady Whisperwind, but what exactly do you want from me? If I may be frank, I am not the son of Broxigar.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: What do you mean?

Arthak Saurfang says: As I said, he is a symbol to his enemies and his friends. Many people have lent importance to me because of that. And that is something I have accepted the use of. But I did not know him. I was raised by my grandfather and my uncle, and by Draka. The son of Broxigar is a person I can be to concern my enemies and inspire my people, but I am just Arthak. I share his blood, but by his faults or virtues, he did not shape me.

Tyrande offered a sad smile.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: There is one point I would contend with your statement, and that is that Broxigar was not simply a symbol. He was a dear friend of mine. A man, a warrior… proud, brave, foolish at times… we do not control who transforms us into symbols, but it does not make us any less the people we are, flawed as we may be. But I do not disparage you for this, not in the slightest. But you asked what I wanted from you. I think that’s simple. I want to know Arthak. I want you to tell me of your grandfather, of your uncle, of Draka… I want to know the people who did shape you. And perhaps in the dream, where my old friend still lives, perhaps they may meet. If you would grace me with such tales, that is.

Arthak Saurfang says: That is a story I can tell. Though, as you have already guessed, it is not a particularly cheery one. Neither by my circumstances nor my actions.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Yet by those same circumstances and actions, you are here talking to me. So perhaps they are not all bad.

Arthak Saurfang says: No, they are not. They are merely complicated. My father was a good man, yes?

Tyrande Whisperwind says: I suppose that would depend on who you ask. But to me, yes, I would say he was.

Arthak Saurfang says: Then let me provide a preamble to this. As you said, it would depend much on who you ask. I am not, however, a good man.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: That, my friend, is not for you to judge. Goodness and evil are subjective. It is only the pens of others that can write such things. But you have my attention.

Arthak told his entire story as they walked under the moon. As it came to an end, Tyrande smiled.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Thank you for sharing, Arthak. You are certainly correct, your tale has been one of trials and tribulations, but I am glad to know you. And I’m glad to know those who shaped you. If you ever think of any other stories of them, or yourself, that you want to share, I look forward to it. And if the time could ever come when I meet those that walk among us… Varok… Go’el… Sadras… it would be an honor. But, the hour does grow late, and while I have a feeling you are not one for sleep, you should get some rest. Your people will be looking to you for guidance, after all. However, there is one thing I would share with you. A gift from someone who cares about you a great deal. It was by her word that I learned of you, and by her word I am here today.

Tyrande withdrew a small, folded piece of parchment.

Tyrande Whisperwind says: Elune-adore, Arthak.

Tyrande went to return to her camp as Arthak took a moment to smoke and digest the conversation he had. He then cracked open the letter to read it. The way the wind whistled through the ancient stone, it almost sounded like a laugh.

He looked at the letter, and it was Remnii’s script, where she had somehow managed to make orcish look pretty.

Arthak,

If you're reading this? Tyrande found you before I did. It also means that you have come a long and painful way from Draenor.

I have a great feeling that you will not need the assurances I could offer, nor the worried platitudes, certainly not anymore. Yet, I will care and fret all the same. As you carve your way through this world through the greatest triumphs and the greatest sins, you have shouldered burdens few could. Or would. Upon those, I too have been carried home.

It may be nostalgic, but I hope to speak and watch the stars rotate overhead and hear all you have come to know in precious, few words. I... too hope you, son of the Horde, do not tread these paths alone any more.

Take care of yourself until next we meet. Smile when you can. Your face will get stuck like that. And if you have not tried coffee yet? I highly recommend it, despite my better judgment as a medical professional.

Be strong, Arthak, I know you are.

Remnii

Arthak smiled to himself as he read the letter a few times over. He took his cigar and lit the letter, then let the wind take it away.

Arthak Saurfang says: Beautiful.

As the fire dispersed the ashes, he swore he could almost hear another laugh, though this one sounded like Remnii.

Arthak Saurfang says: Beautiful for its brevity.

Arthak headed back to his own camp.

Nyxxa went to find Kor’vas, elsewhere.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: Hey.

Nyxxa says: Hey sprout.

They embrace again.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: She’s ready, if you want to talk.

Nyxxa says: Are you going to be okay?

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: yeah, I will be. It might be good if I… do you want me to fill you in?

Nyxxa says: I would appreciate that, yes. I’d make a joke, but it would be in poor taste.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: When I was young… I lost my birth parents to a satyr attack. You and mother took me in. You were there. The two of you were part of the group that helped chase them out. You looked out for me, and eventually you decided to just give me a home. We lived good for a while. A long while. But eventually you went away. Mother said that you were killed in a conflict with some satyrs. I never knew all the details. I joined the Sentinels shortly after. I wanted revenge. They killed my mom. After the century of compulsory service, I decided I wanted to find the ones that did it. Because I knew that there were still some out there. There had to be. I learned what actually happened… I learned that you’d become a satyr. So me and mother fought. She lied to me and I was pissed, and I left. Because she told me that you were gone, but you had to be back somewhere. I looked for a long time. Eventually I found Illysanna. I was trying to hunt down a demon, right? It made sense. I figured if I was going to find you, this would be the best way to do it. Besides, they took everything from me. Three parents now, and made me abandon a fourth. So I joined up, but not but a little bit afterwards… you showed up. We found you. I know I had to have been weird when we first met, but I don’t know if you noticed. Probably because you were too terrified you were going to be killed or worse.

Nyxxa nodded.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: When I realized you didn’t remember me or… anything… I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to just say I was your long-lost daughter. I didn’t want you to worry about me. I’m not the little girl that got left behind anymore, and… I was also afraid you might make me go back. So I just started over. I figured we could just start from the beginning, you know? I would still have you, it would just be different, and that’s… not fair of me to have done. At all. And I’m really, really sorry.

Nyxxa says: It… makes sense. While I can say I would have liked to have known, I realized today when your mother called me Nhemai… that I don’t think I’m her anymore. But I’m sorry I put you through that.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: No no, it’s okay. I’m glad.

Nyxxa says: What I did tore our family apart, but I’m glad that Elune seems to have guided us to each other, in spite of everything.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: I always wondered if Elune ever cared about me. I doubted it for a long time, but maybe you’re right, you know?

Nyxxa says: The more I meet beings of great power, the more I realize how much they have going on. But when they can… I think they can act in small ways. But I think she loves both of us, and probably wanted us to be together. But I love you, Kor’vas. You are, as my friend or daughter, so special to me, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you again.

Kor’vas buried her face in Nyxxa’s shoulder.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: I missed you too, mom.

Nyxxa patted her head and repeated that she loved her multiple more times. Eventually, they collected themselves, and they made their way over to where Delas was waiting. She was out beyond the walls near the side of the cliff face. It overlooked the water, and they could see the boats down below.

Delas was not wearing her armor. She just had a simple silk robe, but her blade was laid out across as she knelt down. As she sensed their presence, she lifted the blade and the moonlight flickered over it.

Delas Moonfang says: I killed you. With this blade. I knew that I would find you again someday, in spite of that all.

Nyxxa says: I’m sorry… I don’t remember you at all. It’s all gone.

Delas’s hand gently curled around the edge of the blade. She pulled it back, and there was a drip of blood, then there was a soft glow as the wound healed. She gestured for Nyxxa to sit overlooking the water, and both Nyxxa and Kor’vas sat down.

Delas Moonfang says: I would first like to apologize. My conduct when you first arrived was unbecoming. Of myself, of the Sisterhood of Elune, and I jeopardized the entire reason we had come here by doing so.

Nyxxa says: I understand why you did though.

Delas Moonfang says: And I drew blade against my own child in doing so. Unforgivable, to some. But even so, I will apologize to the other guests here at the Hold on the morrow. I believe a more proper introduction would be beneficial. What name are you going by now?

Nyxxa says: Nyxxa Murkthorn.

Delas Moonfang says: Nyxxa… I know that you don’t remember, but tell me anything you do remember. About who you are, and who you were. Please.

Nyxxa says: I remember being a Sentinel. I remember the war. But all I know beyond that is all that… Vaerux has told me. I… was stripped of a lot of memories over the years. I… when I woke up the first time, I didn’t even remember what had happened.

Delas Moonfang says: I see. Do you want to know?

Nyxxa says: I do.

Delas Moonfang says: I believe you deserve that much. You and the others… the women who are with us. They were your squad. You fought alongside them. I surmise none of them has approached you yet?

Nyxxa says: No.

Delas Moonfang says: I’m not surprised. I’m not sure they know what to say. I don’t know the context of how it happened. I only know what I found. We received word that my sister had been captured. Daleera. She was taken by a group of satyrs. A sect of Xavian, I believe. In Ashenvale. We rode there as quickly as we could. I tried to find you. But you were nowhere to be found. No one could find you. No one could reach you. When we arrived, we tore our way into the sect. We found her. And we found you. You were… as you are now. And she… the ritual to transform her had already begun. You told us that you were there to save her. That you had become what you are to save her. That you needed to. But I didn’t believe you. How could I? The evidence was stacked so heavily against you. So we struck you down. So I struck you down.

Nyxxa says: I see.

Delas Moonfang says: I wanted to know what you had done, why you had done it… but I… I don’t know. I don’t know. I was so certain that I had done the right thing for so long. But… maybe you were right, back then. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I made a hasty judgment… I don’t know. And no matter how many times I pray to Elune, no matter how many times I prayed to her over the years, I have never found the answers I sought. I hoped you could tell me if I ever found you again, but I dreaded the day, because what was I supposed to do or say? I took up the oath… after everything that happened, because I wanted to help. I wanted to make sure this didn’t happen again. That I could find you and get the answers I wanted… but I don’t know what those answers are anymore. The only thing I know for certain is that I killed you. Impermanent as it is, I killed you. And I drove our child to hate me.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: Mother, I don’t–

Delas raised her hand.

Delas Moonfang says: You don’t need to lie on my account, Kor’vas. I have not been a good mother. That I know for certain. What did we do? What did we do to deserve such a curse?

Nyxxa hesitantly put a hand on Delas’s shoulder.

Nyxxa says: What I’ve learned is that this just happens sometimes. It’s… something I’ve come to understand very well. I don’t blame you for what you did. How could you have known any different? Especially if the evidence was stacked against me. It’s… done. But, we’re all here now. Perhaps it was Her that ensured we were all brought back together.

Delas Moonfang says: So what happens now?

Nyxxa says: We find the answers we’re looking for together, and we figure out what happens next from there.

Delas Moonfang says: Is Lady Whisperwind… when we spoke, she mentioned it was your desire to lift the curse. Is that true?

Delas looked at her for the first time.

Nyxxa says: It is. I was told it’s impossible, but I won’t believe it until I try for myself. And my other adopted daughter, Levia, beseeched magics and learned there was, in fact, a chance. So there is hope.

Delas Moonfang says: In all of my time reading and searching for whatever I could learn about the curse of the satyr, I’ve never heard of such a thing… but if it is possible… if there is a way… if there’s any part of the woman that I… if there is any part of Nhemai still in you, then I wager that you have the determination to find it, and perchance you’re stubborn enough to make it happen.

Nyxxa says: I’m… not sure I’m Nhemai anymore. I don’t think I am. But I know there are parts of her in me still. Even if it does turn out that I didn’t have good reasons for what I did, I want to grant the both of you closure for what happened. Might I also ask what happened to your sister?

Delas smiled.

Delas Moonfang says: She’s alright. She’s here, in fact. Not at the Hold, but on the isles.

Nyxxa says: Does she remember what happened?

Delas Moonfang says: I don’t know. But at the very least, I trust she may want to see you.

Nyxxa says: I’d like to see her as well.

Delas Moonfang says: She’s stationed at the Temple of Elune here in Val’sharah. They have writings there. Many old histories. Archaic and… perhaps there’s something there. An answer, perhaps. Or maybe just another clue.

Nyxxa says: It’s good I can disguise myself then. I wouldn’t want to walk straight into the Temple of Elune.

Delas Moonfang says: Nhe- Nyxxa. If you would permit it, can I help you with this?

Nyxxa says: Of course. I was wanting to ask if you would want to be part of it. I think you’re meant to be part of it.

Delas Moonfang says: Perhaps. As a Blade of Elune, it would be my duty and honor to help guide one of our wayward sisters into her grace.

Nyxxa says: I will also need to admit that when I was out on my own, I did… fall a bit. There are things I have done, even if the initial thing was for good intentions, things I did after were not. If I did not start off as a monster, I did become one. Are you still willing to help me regardless?

Delas Moonfang says: It is my duty. To carry out Elune’s will and deliver Elune’s justice. She will be the one to determine if you can be given another chance, after all. Not you or I.

Nyxxa says: Your judgement does matter to me, though. I have another question.

Delas turned to her.

Nyxxa says: Do you have any familiarity with the satyr Vaerux?

Delas Moonfang says: No. Is he the one who turned you?

Nyxxa nodded.

Nyxxa says: He knew of us before. He made as much plain, and he knows what happened, but he refuses to tell me. He knew me before the war.

Delas Moonfang says: You still have contact with him? Where is he?

Nyxxa says: Did Kor’vas tell you how the process works to become a demon hunter?

Delas Moonfang says: No…

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: It never came up! Besides, I don’t know how it works exactly.

Nyxxa says: We bind ourselves to a demon. Vaerux was the one that I used to gain the powers of a demon hunter. His soul is entwined with me.

Delas Moonfang says: I see…

Nyxxa says: So he is here. But I am in control.

Delas Moonfang says: I mistrust the Illidari, but as a scholar I would be lying if I said their techniques were not fascinating.

Nyxxa says: It was useful in… dampening the effects of the curse on my mind and body. I need not worry so much about cursing the land around me as long as I don’t stay in the same place for too long.

Delas Moonfang says: This weapon I ill-like, but I cannot deny its effectiveness. To dream I would be speaking with a satyr in such a matter as this… it’s inconceivable.

Nyxxa says: Understandable. In the vision Levia was granted, I was advised to seek out another satyr. One I am familiar with, and one that’s far less of an issue. I believe she also wants to lift the curse. We were told to start there.

Delas Moonfang says: Well, I believe our course is clear then.

Nyxxa nodded.

Delas Moonfang says: Find this satyr, wherever she may be. I presume she’s on the isles as well?

Nyxxa says: She was beyond the disturbance, so if we are lucky, she’s here, if we’re not, she’s on Kalimdor or elsewhere… I would be hesitant to scry on her here lest the demons be made aware of our plans.

Delas Moonfang says:: They can try to stop us. When you find her, bring her to the Temple of Elune. I will head there soon. Meet with Daleera, and perhaps we can find something, anything, about something that may aid us. Something that may help us guide us on this strange journey. I know I’m suggesting to bring two satyrs into a holy place, but given the circumstance, I think they’ll be able to forgive us, especially if I can get Tyrande’s blessing.

Nyxxa says: She said she was willing to help.

Delas Moonfang says: I know she seeks the whereabouts of her beloved, but I believe her path will take her there as well.

Nyxxa says: Then that’s where we’ll see you again.

Delas Moonfang says: I don’t know what our futures will hold, or how those stories entwine themselves… but it… against my better judgment, it is good to see you again.

Nyxxa says: I’m happy to have met you. And perhaps someday we can laugh about the circumstances.

Delas Moonfang says: Perhaps we can.

Nyxxa says: You’ve got good aim!

Delas chuckles and looked at Nyxxa with a long, sad smile. She looked away.

Delas Moonfang says: You were always better.

Nyxxa decided to sit with them for a bit, overlooking the ocean, and Delas requested to meet the others that Nyxxa had taken into her care before they went their separate ways. Nyxxa explained the others, and Delas realized that it all made sense.

Kor’vas leaned her head onto Nyxxa’s shoulder.