Appearing Characters: Alythess, Aracyra, Arthak Saurfang, Asara, Azuka Stormbreaker, Go'el, Halno, Kil'jaeden, Levia Blackflight, Malevolence, No'Rash, Noura, Nyxxa, Orianelle, Rakeesh, Sacrolash, Spinyl, Thu'raya, Zaela
Outland Day 43
Arthak gets a message from Aracyra on Azgadaan’s sending stone.
Aracyra says [sending]: Azzy dear, how are you? I haven’t heard back from you in a couple days. Are you okay?
Arthak sighs heavily.
Arthak Saurfang says [sending]: Lady Aracyra… some things have happened. You should… perhaps come to the Outland.
Aracyra’s voice is now slightly concerned.
Aracyra says [sending]: Arthak, what’s going on? What happened to Azgadaan?
Arthak Saurfang says [sending]: We were in a battle and Azgadaan fell. We’re working on reversing that situation, but… we had to call on some unconventional help. It would be easier to explain if you were here. And… you should be here.
There is no response that Arthak gets back.
Arthak opts to send her through the stone.
Arthak Saurfang says [sending]: I’m sorry. But we’re going to get him back. Right now we’re working on getting him back.
Aracyra says [sending]: … You had better hope so.
It’s clear there is both a great amount of grief and a great amount of anger in her voice.
Outland Day 45
After Rakeesh arrives, the group hurries onto his vessel to prepare for the take off to Outland. There are three other people on the ship. Two of them are eredar who seem to be wearing fairly uniformed armored robes. Both of them are female, and they are likely two of Rakeesh’s underlings. The other individual is Spinyl, who is tapping a hoof with her arms crossed.
Rakeesh looks at the two eredar.
Rakeesh says: Everyone is aboard, if you would bring us back to the homeworld.
The two eredar nod and head to the cockpit to pilot the ship back. Rakeesh sinks into one of the chairs in the central meeting area.
Rakeesh says: Well well well, you lot have done it this time, haven’t you?
Arthak Saurfang says: Respectfully Rakeesh, glib may not be needed now.
Rakeesh says: Yes, I suppose not. I was hoping these last few days could have gone by without Princess Aracyra discovering, but apparently that was already compromised… but, we’ll adapt, I suppose. We should be arriving there before too long, and hopefully after Azgadaan is reconstituted from his essence being scattered across the Nether, we can return you back. In the meantime, I suppose you can all make yourselves comfortable.
No’Rash groans, having not wanted to come back here.
No'Rash says: What can we expect when we arrive at your homeworld, demon?
Rakeesh says: There are a scant few people who can perform this ritual. This isn’t easy. So, we’re going where few people have tread. I suppose under other circumstances some of you might have felt honored to visit the heart of the Burning Legion. We’re going to Antorus, where the high council directs the Burning Legion’s efforts. I assume you will be on your best behavior. If not, I can’t save you.
Halno says: I can say on the ship, right?
Rakeesh says: I don’t care what you do. The ritual will be complex, and undoubtedly the coven will be counting on you--and the princess--to provide anchors for his essence to be tethered to. As long as you don’t touch anything, I don’t care if you choose to stay on the ship.
Nyxxa says: I think remaining on our best behavior is something we are all capable of doing.
Rakeesh says: I would hope so.
He glances at No’Rash.
No'Rash says: I will do what I must for Azgadaan. That is all that needs to be said.
Rakeesh says: Well, then I won’t waste my breath any further. I do hope whatever caused this mess was worth it.
Rakeesh gets to his hooves.
Rakeesh says: If you need me, I’ll be in my chambers. I have a lot to consider after everything that’s unfolded to make this venture possible, and successful.
Arthak Saurfang says: Might I have a word, in that case?
Rakeesh nods and gestures for Arthak to follow him. The eredar leads Arthak into a large and well-decorated chamber. The colors are muted, with simple, matte, sleek decorations and abstracts. There are armor racks and weapon racks as well as a table that seems to be full of documentation with fel screens and similar illusions. Rakeesh’s tail flicks.
Rakeesh says: What did you wish to speak of, Arthak?
Arthak Saurfang says: Few things. First, Aracyra was my fault.
Rakeesh says: Yes, I surmised such a thing. You seem the kind of individual that seemed in charge to keep track of Azgadaan’s belongings. She contacted you, I imagine, and you couldn’t leave it unread. It’s too late now, she’s involved, which means her mother is now involved. I can only hope it doesn’t reach his father.
Arthak Saurfang says: She’ll be meeting us at Argus.
Rakeesh says: She contacted Spinyl, and I ensured Spinyl passed along the information she needed to know.
Arthak Saurfang says: I can talk to her, once we’re there.
Rakeesh says: I won’t stop you. But if you expect for me to intercede if she reacts negatively, there’s little I can do.
Arthak Saurfang says: You’re already going out of your way for our benefit. Don’t think I’m ignore that, Rakeesh.
Rakeesh says: I appreciate it need not be spelled out. I had to call in more than a few favors, some of which were with a few dangerous and influential eredar--sometimes known as the Twins. One is Sacrolash, and the other is Grand Warlock Alythess. They’re some of the more potent spell weavers in the Legion, and they are also Aracyra’s aunts via her father’s lineage. They… they had the favors that I required to gather the express attention of the Cover of Shivarra. However, now that Aracyra’s involved, their attention is drawn to her, and thus, you and me. We’ll have to deal with that. Just a fair warning.
Arthak Saurfang says: Appreciate it. Then, in light of the trouble you’ve been through… what will be the cost?
Rakeesh taps a finger on his chin.
Rakeesh says: I have a number of ideas at present, though I’m more than willing to negotiate. The most obvious one is that upon Azgadaan’s successful return and the completion of your warband’s arrangement with myself, we are now even. I’m of course willing to offer more to yourself and your warband, but things would come at further cost. Alternatively… it’s come to my attention that Azgadaan had something in his possession. A crystal. One I believe you are now in possession of. Hand it over to me, and all of this can be considered paid for. In full. Of course other arrangements could be developed in the future, but those are the two most obvious solutions.
Arthak Saurfang says: Understood, and of course there is time to figure out how this debt will be paid.
Rakeesh says: We need not rush things. Though I would warn you that from what I know from Azgadaan, should we be successful in returning him to these dregs of existence, he tends to be possessive of his belongings. But you’re welcome to discuss that with him.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’ll have to discuss it with the others, but my personal opinion is that I’m fine calling us even after Mannoroth. While I appreciated your offers, in my own case, I’m not doing it for what you promised. But I can’t say that for the others. So I’ll speak to them.
Rakeesh says: Of course. For what it’s worth, Arthak, I do hope you’re successful in bringing Azgadaan back. Someone like him doesn’t deserve an… ending like this.
Arthak Saurfang says: If it doesn’t work here, we’ll find something else.
Rakeesh says: He’s a lucky man to have someone who cares about him so much. People who care about him so much.
Arthak Saurfang says: He cares in turn.
Rakeesh says: We should be hopefully no more than a day, though time is difficult to track in the Nether.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good. There is one last thing. A detour since we will be on Argus, if it can be managed. One of my cohorts, a member of the Horde, last I knew she was sent to a medical facility on Argus for treatment.
Rakeesh says: Interesting.
Arthak Saurfang says: Azgadaan called in favors to get her there. Since we are there, I would like to retrieve her.
Rakeesh says: I don’t see why not. I suppose I can linger for a bit longer if you don’t have the facilities to return on your own. But ideally, if you do, I can make sure things haven’t fallen apart in our absence. But first we should get our dearly departed prince back. We can discuss other errands after.
Arthak Saurfang says: Agreed. That’s all I needed to discuss.
Rakeesh says: Then if you’ll excuse me, I have some last minute things to take care of.
Arthak Saurfang says: My thanks is genuine, Rakeesh. I know you need to extract your cost, but I will not forget this.
Rakeesh offers a smirk.
Rakeesh says: I’m counting on it, Arthak.
Arthak turns and leaves Rakeesh to his chambers.
Meanwhile, Spinyl had been greeting Go’el.
Spinyl says: I hope things have been going well. I know they haven’t been, but otherwise.
Go'el says: It’s good to see you, Spinyl. I hope you’re well.
Spinyl says: I hope so, once we figure this out. But, perhaps it will be good for some of you to see Argus yourselves. As far as things are concerned. Informative, at least.
As Arthak returns, he nods at Spinyl, and sits down. There is then a voice over the intercom in eredun.
Eredar Pilot says [eredun]: Making the jump through the Nether briefly. Ensure you are holding onto something.
There is a sound, and a lurch of motion as the ship leaps into a form of hyperspace. It’s rough for a few moments until they are able to adapt to the rapid-speed teleportation through the chaos of the Twisting Nether.
After a bit, No’Rash approaches Rakeesh’s chambers and knocks.
Rakeesh says: What is it?
No'Rash says: You and I must speak. It will not take long.
There is the sound of hooves against muffled steel, and the door opens.
Rakeesh says: Must we, now? Well, step into my office.
He lets No’Rash enter and closes the door behind them.
No'Rash says: When we last spoke, we talked of a source of power that could be attained to…
He looks down at his claw hand.
No'Rash says: Enhance this curse. I’d intended to speak to Azgadaan concerning this, but given this ritual to bring him back sounds complex, we run the risk of not getting him back. Additionally, in the event that we cannot find a way to strike at the pit lord, such a… buffer may be the last option in a pinch.
Rakeesh says: So what do you need from me?
No’Rash pauses.
No'Rash says: Is such a power available on Argus.
Rakeesh says: There are many things available on Argus, No’Rash, formerly of the Frostwolf clan. The women I was going to introduce you to will be present at this particular juncture. If what you’re trying to do is finish the process, I’m sure they can help you. But I don’t know if I would recommend it.
No'Rash says: For what reason?
Rakeesh says: You can barely stand to look at yourself in the mirror as it is.
No'Rash says: The… cost does not concern me right now. Only what must be done. As you know, our goals are the same.
Rakeesh sighs and puts his brow in his fingers.
Rakeesh says: This is… understand something. I am a man who enjoys his contingency plans. I have many. Plenty are being enacted right now. But this… this contingency of yours isn’t one that can just be done on a whim. What you’re asking is to accept the fel, and asking for it, and doing it, are two different things. The Twins could unlock the potential of the curse in your veins, but if you are not ready for what that means, it doesn’t matter what your intentions will be. Your mind will break. And you’ll be… much different from the man, the weapon, you’re hoping to create. So until you’re ready to accept what that might mean, until you’re ready to accept who you are, what you are, and what you might at the end of all this, you’re just going to fall apart. Or at least that is my guess. Based on what I know of you.
No'Rash says: You know less than you think. I am not far from falling apart. As long as I can be set on our enemy, it doesn’t matter to me.
Rakeesh chuckles.
Rakeesh says: You really think you have this all figured out, don’t you? It’s been three days, perhaps four, since you met with these individuals, and you’re already trying to sacrifice much and more of yourself to bring back a demon. If I were to have told you that two weeks ago, you would have laughed in my face and threatened to stick your hand in my entrails. You think you know what demons and fel and the Legion are all about, but you don’t know anything, No’Rash. I acknowledge that I don’t know everything, but I do everything in my power to amend that. But if you believe that being a demon simply means you’re a slavering monster, then I suggest you meditate on why you’re trying to save one in the first place. Then, maybe, you’ll be ready to try whatever you’re trying to do, hm?
No'Rash says: This demon. Azgadaan. I do not know him at all. But he means a great deal to this warband. Even in my short time, I can see that. And to you. They need him to take down your foe. You want to call that practicality, or whatever you’d like. Does not matter to me. All that matters is that I am in the right place at the right time. I’m sure you, of all people, can appreciate that.
Rakeesh says: Yes, well right now, I think this office is neither the right place or the right time for you.
Rakeesh gestures at the door. No’Rash bids farewell, and then leaves, the door closing behind him.
Halno spends the entire travel time completely absorbed in his new notes. Spinyl spends some time getting caught up with Go’el, and she and Nyxxa also wind up having a conversation.
Outland Day 46
After a day of traveling, another announcement comes over the intercom.
Eredar Pilot says [eredun]: We’ve arrived in Argus space. We’ll be going down across the Antoran Wastes shortly, and will be docking within the hour.
As people peer through the portholes, they see a massive planet. Endless reaches of it are blackened and covered with bright green lights that are shining like countless beacons. Between the rivers of fel energy, they can see a massive chunk of the planet is gone--blasted apart with cracks shooting in every direction. There are shattered stones hovering around it, making a loose lattice-like roof across the hole in the planet, and inside the crater, there is an endless expanse of steel and light. The largest chunks of the stone float aloft and are connected through thousands of miles of steel--large enough that they can be seen. It’s a city, larger than one could even fathom, exists in the negative space of the crater. It’s hard to say just how many demons are occupying the city right now. Billions, likely, or even more.
The Apex starts to descend and enters into the atmosphere of the massive city. There are dozens of other vessels, including massive Legion ships, dotting the skies, and the Apex finds itself entering the lattice work of steel, crystal, and glass. There are fortresses, embarkments, and docked vessels, and it’s likely the entire lip of the crater is guarded by Legion forces.
After about 45 minutes of flying, the Apex breaks through the armaments, and they can see the bright, glowing core of Argus down below. Fel technology juts out of it in pillars of black iron, and at the very center is a massive edifice: the throne and heart of the Legion.
Rakeesh had exited his room.
Rakeesh says: We’ll be arriving shortly. Lets get this taken care of, shall we?
Nyxxa says: Of course.
Arthak Saurfang says: The sooner this is done, the sooner we can return to our main objectives.
Rakeesh pulls up a massive map of the area.
Rakeesh says: Undoubtedly the facility your other companion was taken is located in Eredath. It shouldn’t be far to travel, but finding it may be hard unless you have a contact.
Arthak Saurfang says: Azgadaan did.
Rakeesh says: Lets hope we can get him back, then.
The vessel continues to lower, and the group can see various strange creatures. There are felbats as well as large fel-marked creatures that patrol the area, and on more than one occasion, they see motion churning through the molten core of the world as titanic creatures shift within. The vessel approaches a fel-iron hangar, and there are muffled communications with the hangar as the Apex moves into dock.
Rakeesh gives the group a nod, and the door of the vessel opens. The group is immediately hit with a blast of hot air as they descend. They see a contingent of wrathguard lining either side of the platform. All of them have very intense-looking armor, and there are two female eredar. One of them has orange skin and bright purple eyes. She has regal clothing that is covered in ornate baubles. The other woman has ashen-violet skin and bright green eyes with long black hair that is almost plum in color.
They approach the group as they disembark, and Rakeesh steps forward with a hand on his chest as he bows.
Rakeesh says [eredun]: Lady Sacrolash, Grand Warlock Alythess… it’s been too long.
He takes each of their hands and kisses them on the backs of their hands. Both of the women glance beyond Rakeesh to the rest of the group.
Sacrolash says [eredun]: My my, Rakeesh. To have put so much on the line for these… mortals. I’m more than a bit surprised.
Rakeesh says [eredun]: Try to contain your surprise. After all, the favors they will owe me will be something far greater than anything you owed me.
The two women switch to orcish as they address the group.
Sacrolash says: If all of you would follow us, the Coven of Shivarra is preparing for the ritual within. Your assistance is necessary if the son of Jaraxxus is to be returned.
Alythess says: No small feat. But if all of you care for him half as much as dear sweet Aracyra, I have no doubt there could be hope yet… Sargeras willing, of course.
The group starts to follow the two eredar women, and some of the wrathguard collapse in behind them to follow. The facility they enter is massive, dwarfing even the largest of demons. Each of the rooms is hundreds of feet tall and wide, and they can see runes written in a language different than eredun. They see several demons, including a nathrezim stalking the halls.
They enter into a meeting chamber of some sort. There are rows upon rows of individual seats that create a forum of sorts. Two figures stand within the chamber. The first is Aracyra, who is sitting at the front of the forum. She has a simpler black dress--one better fit for travel. Her back is to the group, and she is leaning forward with her face in her hands. The other figure is another eredar--his back also to the group. He has a large cloak that wraps around his shoulders, and his hand is laying on Aracyra’s back in a comforting gesture from the massive, nearly 9ft tall eredar.
Kil'jaeden says [eredun]: There there, my sweet. Your beloved Azgadaan is in good hands. The Coven of Shivarra will undoubtedly be able to bring him back from oblivion.
Nyxxa recognizes the voice and stops, and so does Rakeesh.
The eredar stands to his full height and turns, and Rakeesh immediately drops to his knee--as does Nyxxa. The Twins step forward and also drop to one knee, as does Halno. The orcs bow their heads.
It’s Kil’jaeden the Deceiver, his cloak actually two massive wings folded over his shoulders. He smiles, baring sharp teeth at the group.
Kil'jaeden says [eredun]: Ah… Rakeesh. My boy. What an unexpected surprise to find you here.
He starts to approach
Rakeesh says: Master Kil’jaeden. I did not know you were here at present.
Kil’jaeden waves his hand dismissively.
Kil'jaeden says: Of course you didn’t. I wouldn’t be doing my job if my whereabouts were always known, would I? I just happened to be in the area, and word of this tragedy that has befallen poor sweet Aracyra and her beloved Azgadaan reached my ears. I just saw fit to… pass to all of you my deepest and most sincere regards.
His eyes flick to each of the group in turn, and they stop at Nyxxa.
Kil'jaeden says: It’s wonderful to meet you in person, Nyxxa.
Nyxxa says: Yes, I only wish it was under better circumstances.
Kil’jaeden smiles and shrugs his hands to the side.
Kil'jaeden says: Rarely does war provide better circumstances under which to meet. The burden of such sorrowful times. I do hope you put more thought into what we spoke of last we met.
Nyxxa says: I have.
Kil'jaeden says: I’m glad. I trust that when the time is right, you’ll come and find me. And you…
He looks over to Arthak.
Kil'jaeden says: You must be Arthak Saurfang.
Arthak Saurfang says: I am.
Kil'jaeden says: It is… an honor to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you. The son, the blood, of Broxigar…
No’Rash glances at Arthak.
Kil'jaeden says: You’ve got quite the pedigree, my friend.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’ve been told. It’s an honor to meet you as well, Lord Kil’jaeden.
Kil’jaeden reaches down and takes a single one of his long, perfectly-manicured nails under Arthak’s chin, raising his head to face him.
Kil'jaeden says: A man of your stature, and your pedigree, shouldn’t be forced to bow to anyone.
He folds his hands behind his back as his eyes trail across the rest of the group. His eyes hover on No’Rash, making his skin crawl.
Kil'jaeden says: I shouldn’t linger any longer. The high council is awaiting me, and it wouldn’t do to keep old Archimonde waiting, would it?
He starts to walk away from the group, and back past Aracyra. He places a hand on Aracyra’s once more.
Kil'jaeden says: I wish you the best of luck my dear. If you ever have anything you need to talk about… you can always speak to me.
Aracyra looks up at Kil’jaeden and nods. With a smile, Kil’jaeden soundlessly exits the room on the far side.
Arthak and Nyxxa both pick up that there is a look of rage pass over Rakeesh’s face before he stands, and there is a small dent in the steel where his fist was, his teeth grinding. Meanwhile, Aracyra had also stood.
The group starts to approach her, and she speaks.
Aracyra says: How could you let this happen?
Arthak Saurfang says: He and I were both fighting the same target. I didn’t realize what happened until it was too late.
Aracyra says: Well he’s gone now, and you're still here.
Arthak Saurfang says: I know.
Aracyra says: I said it already, but you better hope we can bring him back.
The Twins approach Aracyra and put a hand on either of her shoulders.
Sacrolash says: There there, my dear. I have no doubt you’ll be able to. Your focus, your desire… will make it so. I have no doubt.
Arthak Saurfang says: If it does not succeed, I have no intention of giving up on him.
Sacrolash says: Your dedication to him is admirable, son of Broxigar. Let us hope that conviction will be enough.
Alythess looks to Aracyra.
Alythess says: Channel that rage, that passion, and he will be returned to you. We will be here to oversee it, and to support you.
Sacrolash says: We always will be, Aracyra.
Aracyra looks up to them.
Alythess says: Focus on that passion, keep it strong, and never let it gutter out, and that will carry you through any tragedy my dear, sweet Aracyra.
Rakeesh says: I suppose I have you both to thank for the Deceiver’s generous blessing of visiting us in person.
Sacrolash says: Why, Lord Rakeesh, you almost say that as if you resent us for informing him.
Alythess says: Surely, you have nothing to hide from the Master, do you?
Rakeesh smirks.
Rakeesh says: You, wonderful ladies, both know far better than I that nothing can be hidden from the Master.
Ini, who had still been held by Nyxxa, then squirms out of Nyxxa’s arms and is promptly picked up by Aracyra who starts to pet him ambiently and whisper hushed things to him.
Arthak approaches Aracyra, and all three of the women look at Arthak at the same time.
Aracyra says: What?
Arthak Saurfang says: I would like to speak with you in private for a moment, Lady Aracyra. Before we begin.
Sacrolash tilts her head to the side.
Sacrolash says: Have you not done enough for the time being? Perhaps it would be best to give Princess Aracyra some space.
Aracyra looks between Sacrolash and Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: I understand how you may feel. And know that I… share the feeling.
Aracyra furrows her brow and shakes her head.
Aracyra says: No. Auntie, I would like to hear what he has to say for himself. We have a few moments before the representatives of the coven arrive.
The Twins look at each other, then squeeze her shoulders and excuse themselves as Arthak and Aracyra take a few steps away.
Aracyra says: So what did you want to talk about?
Arthak Saurfang says: I’m sorry this happened, and I’m sorry it happened this way.
Aracyra huffs.
Aracyra says: Is that all? You just wanted to say sorry again?
Arthak Saurfang says: ...No. I just wanted… he is like a brother to me. We both love him.
Aracyra says: I know that the two of you have traveled for a very long time. But I…
She considers for a moment.
Aracyra says: I don’t understand brotherhood, Arthak. I don’t understand what it means to have a sibling. All that means to me, all that a sibling is to me, is something that takes from you. But I understand that to your people, it means a lot, so I’m trying to understand what you mean. But when I let him go with you, and this happens? Azgadaan is the first person who has ever… treated me like I was not just Shaspira’s daughter. And now he’s gone. Even if we can bring him back, I still lost him. What if this happens again? How can I let this happen again? This can’t continue. You know that he’s wanted right now. His father would be livid if he knew about this. We can’t just keep hiding like this.
Arthak Saurfang says: I understand. Azgadaan I won’t speak for. He… believes in what we do. But he also loves you. Even I can see that. So that… is going to be something you and he need to discuss. And it’s not something I would interfere with. I’m sorry, I’m not good at… kindness. Obviously.
Aracyra shakes her head.
Aracyra says: You have no reason to be. Your people are harsh, and you’ve grown up in a difficult situation. Even I can see that. And I think this is the first time we’ve had a conversation like this ever.
Arthak Saurfang says: You’re right. I think… growing up in a difficult situation is something we share.
Aracyra looks down.
Arthak Saurfang says: There are many things I should have said and have not. To many people. You are one of them. I have the utmost respect, admiration, and care for your mother. But she is blind to your quality. Azgadaan knew that. Knows that. And so do I.
Aracyra continues looking down.
Aracyra says: My mother is a very busy woman. But yes… I… thank you for your words. And for what it’s worth… I’m sorry for being quite as rude as I was to you. This is… it’s been a difficult couple of days. But it has been for you as well.
Arthak Saurfang says: There’s no need to apologize. Like I said, I understand and sympathize with your feelings. The worst thing that could happen to someone happened to you. I can’t hold that against you.
Aracyra huffs and throws her arms up.
Aracyra says: Well. I find myself at a loss for what to say right now. So if you don’t mind, I would like to collect myself before we begin.
Arthak Saurfang says: Of course. Um… I will leave you be. The reason I wanted to talk to you… I spend most of my time being too late to do right by others. You are important to Azgadaan. Once we get him back, and regardless of what the two of you decide, I would like us to maybe get to know one another better.
There is a hint of a blush in Aracyra’s cheeks.
Aracyra says: Oh. Um… I didn’t expect that… I don’t exactly… seem to be the kind of person someone like you would want to talk to… but… perhaps there is more that the two of us can talk about in the future.
Arthak Saurfang says: If you would be willing, I would like to. There is more to both of us than is seen.
Aracyra says: I’ll think about it, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: That’s all I wanted, Lady Aracyra.
Aracyra curtsies, and Arthak gives a brief bow before awkwardly leaving to rejoin his own group. Nyxxa had been checking in Levia, who is somewhat overwhelmed, but she’s more focused on if Nyxxa is okay because she had been directly addressed by Kil’jaeden.
The group suddenly feels a weight on all of their minds, and the Twins both look at one of the doors and note the coven representatives had arrived. A stream of figures enter the room. They can hear a rumbling, and the front row of seats move back to provide more room.
There is a procession of exceptionally tall women that enter the chamber. The first three of them are the tallest--nearly 20 feet in height with even more height due to their headdresses. There are three shivarra. The first has ashen, pallid-white skin, and her eyes are covered with an ornate, beautiful strap. There is a mote of burning fel fire at the center. The one after her has violet skin with a large headdress and a veil over her face. The third woman has a similar headdress, but it is ablaze with fire, and her eyes are two burning coals like miniature suns.
They are three of the leading members of the Coven of Shivarra: Asara, Mother of Night, Thu’raya, Mother of Cosmos, and Noura, Mother of Flames. About another dozen shivarra also join them--matron mothers of the coven. They surround the entirety of the room to create a ritualistic circle with their bodies.
Sacrolash says: You stand now before Thu’raya, Mother of Cosmos, Asara, Mother of Night, and Noura, Mother of Flames.
Alythess says: Show deference to their presence.
Thu’raya speaks, her voice clearly enchanted with [Tongues].
Thu'raya says [tongues]: Fellow disciples of Sargeras, and children from stars abundant, we have been called upon to bring back upon us a young child. A disciple of Sargeras taken from us by the machinations of those who would stand against us, who would see this world bathed in shadow and madness. We beseech, to the seven corners of creation, all stars shall turn their gaze upon us this day, that we might restore upon us the essence of Azgadaan, son of Jaraxxus, and child of Argus.
All the other shivarra echo her words, making a wave of words that assault the group with power. The essence of the sermon, and the ritual, has begun, as the powerful magic starts to weave through air. The three lead shivarra start to weave a complex web of fel energy between them.
A tall hand falls on Nyxxa’s shoulder, and she notes that one of the gathered matron mothers looks at her, and she recognizes her.
Matron Mother Malevolence says [eredun]: Dearest, soon will come the time where you and your companions will want to assist. Wait for our instruction, and then offer what you can to attract the fragments of Azgadaan’s essence back to this point. Be careful of who you choose.
She leans down close to Nyxxa’s ear.
Matron Mother Malevolence says [eredun]: And it’s a pleasure to see you again, deary.
She stands up to her full height again, and rejoins the other shivarra who have made a flanking circle.
The ritual continues for the better part of an hour, and Malevolence gives the group a nod--indicating it is time.
Alythess says: Those who are prepared to make offerings to this ritual, the time is now.
She puts a hand on Aracyra’s shoulder, and nods. Aracyra walks under the circle of shivarra into the center of the complex ritual. Motes of magic start to glow and navigate around the circle, dancing between the legs of the shivarra and any that walk within.
Sacrolath casts [Enhance Ability] on Aracyra as she steps in, and will do so with any others.
Aracyra shrugs off the silken cloak that Azgadaan had made her, and she holds it up. Her shadow holds it aloft within the circle that is being formed between the leaders of the coven, and magic sweeps the cloak in and keeps it floating as if its in water.
Aracyra says [eredun]: Azgadaan… this was given to me. The first gift that you ever got for me, and the first manifestation of our bond, and the love you gave me, and I reciprocated. Heed this bond, Azgadaan, wherever you are, across the Twisting Nether, and return to me. Please.
More motes start to alight, and she steps back to her aunts--her shoulders shaking slightly.
Nyxxa then steps forward and channels the shreds of the soul she had consumed from the necromancer. She manifests the energy into a similar mote.
Nyxxa says: What I offer is proof and the essence of the enemy that bested you. May his energy aid in bringing you back.
She releases the necrotic essence, the energy twisting and turning into fel. They can almost hear the tormented sound of the entity getting sucked into the magical incantation, joining into the ritual.
Arthak then steps forward.
Arthak Saurfang says: I offer my oath. Whenever you are, however far flung the pieces of you are, I will bring you back. If not here, I will not rest, I will not stop. I swear this on my father’s name, on Broxigar the Red’s name.
More motes get drawn into the center of the confluence.
No’Rash looks at Azuka.
No'Rash says: Young fury, would you do me a favor and hold my club.
Azuka Stormbreaker says: Uh… I can try.
He sets it down, and Azuka steadies it so it doesn’t fall, and then No’Rash steps forward and draws his hunting knife.
No'Rash says: I do not know you by blood or by the passage of time, but by my power, I ask that you rejoin the clan.
No’Rash cuts open his palm and offers his blood to the ritual. His blood hits the ground and burns away. No’Rash turns back and retrieves his club from Azuka.
Go’el doesn’t step forward, but he had been speaking quietly to himself, beseeching the elements in the primordial tongue. Levia had taken a step into the circle and took a swig from one of the bottles Azgadaan had gotten, and then pours a bit out--which evaporates and burns off. She taps the symbol of the Unbound as she steps back.
Azuka watches, but does not involve herself.
They don’t know how long it’s been, but suddenly there is a quickening in the magic, and the power and heat of the room becomes nearly unbearable. Rakeesh watches and speaks under his breath.
Rakeesh says: Don’t get your hopes up until we see him. This can go very poorly.
The magic starts to collapse in, the motes swirling into the ritual. The room glows with a brilliant fel fire, and the magic intensifies. The room then turns red, and the deepest fires of hell and pits of the Twisting Nether writhe and burn in the hands of the priestesses. They alight, an oppressive presence coming to a head.
The entire room seems to burst into flame, focused on the central point. The small motes of energy start to collide into the center, shaking the entirety of the room. A blade seems to burn in the center of the room, and there are dozens of twisted, tormented screams and the sound of the sloughing of flesh. It’s grotesque, large, and lumpy, and the sound of charred flesh fills their nostrils. A corpulent form appears, and the magic abates, and then they are pushed back.
They don’t see Azgadaan--it’s a horrifying creature, multi-faced and howling in pain. At the center of it, though haunted and pock-marked, is Azgadaan’s head--moaning in pain and twisted agony.
In a flash of energy, six immaculate steel blades appear in the hands of Noura, the Mother of Flames. Each blade burns with fire, and she slices into the creature--bright green blood seeping from it. She’s pruning away the excess body and soul of the other things that were gathered along with Azgadaan. The pieces hacked away burn into fel magic.
Until nothing remains but a carved body, gasping for air and flesh. The two other shivarra hold out their hands and a gout of fel fire consumes what was left of the pitiful creature, forming it and shaping it back to what it should be.
Then the magic is gone. Nothing remains but a humanoid figure, about the size of Azgadaan, but its flesh is seared and singed--almost unrecognizable. Then parts of it start to fade--the ash blowing away--revealing Azgadaan’s unmarred, bright red skin.
He’s unconscious, but whole. The cloak Aracyra had offered drifts down and covers his body, and Azgadaan opens his eyes, and breath returns to his lungs. However, Azgadaan’s eyes are bright red.
But, he had heard something blasting into his psyche. Words. But not spoken to him. And he had seen a burning eye regarding him, like staring into a blood red moon. It had filled his every being, stripping away his soul, his flesh, his mind and his body. He was nothing. Nothing. The blood he didn’t have boiled and erupted from the flesh that had already been seared apart until the heat became unbearable and burned out the eyes he didn’t have, and nothing remained but fire and ash and screams.
As Azgadaan had opened his eyes, he sees the shivarra first--towering over his cloaked body. He is lifted up by magic before he can even stand, and then Aracyra is upon him, her arms wrapped around him. Ini hurries up to him as well, scurrying from Nyxxa’s grasp.
Azgadaan breathes heavily for a second, adjusting to having breath again.
Azgadaan says: What’s going… where… what…?
Aracyra says: It’s okay, Azgadaan, it’s alright. You’re alright.
Azgadaan says: Aracyra?
He wraps his arms around Aracyra, and slowly his memories of what had led to his demise trickles in.
Azgadaan says: That… fucking hurt…
He sees his friends and acquaintances as well, and the shivarra step away.
Azgadaan says: I… was disintegrated… how? How am I here?
Thu'raya says [tongues]: By the grace of the Dark Titan’s will have you been returned to the Legion! To your family!
Azgadaan looks up at the shivarra and nods, still somewhat shaken.
Thu'raya says [tongues]: Make use of this blessing, Prince Azgadaan, for it is not one that the Dark Titan hands out to those who are unworthy. Make use of this second chance, child of Argus, for you may not get a third.
Azgadaan nods, and the Coven of Shivarra start to file out. Azgadaan looks around again.
Azgadaan says: I’m… starving. Do you want to get something to eat?
Levia snort-laughs.
Levia Blackflight says: Yup. That’s Azgadaan.
Azgadaan says: I’m starving.
He clutches onto Aracyra tighter.
Azgadaan says: That… was not a fun experience.
Aracyra smiles and looks Azgadaan up and down.
Aracyra says: While I don’t find the view displeasurable, but we should get you some clothes. But I’m so happy you’re back, Azgadaan.
She brushes a thumb across his face.
Aracyra says: Looks like we match now.
Azgadaan says: Match?
Aracyra pulls out a small pocket mirror and holds it up to Azgadaan, where he can see his eyes are now bright red instead of green.
Azgadaan says: They… do match. I guess it’s a good thing part of my wardrobe was disintegrated. I need to get something that compliments it.
Aracyra says: I can help you with that.
Azgadaan says: Thank you, my love.
Aracyra looks to the rest of the group.
Aracyra says: I should thank the rest of you for helping to bring him back. But lets go find something to eat up in Eredath. Then we can see the rest of you off.
Azgadaan says: I could… make us dinner? I… wait, my components. I need a replacement for my mansion I was… just able to make the other day.
Aracyra says: Don’t worry, we will find one in the city! And we will have plenty of time to look! I think you’re earned a vacation after what you’ve been through.
Azgadaan says: I’d like that.
Aracyra walks over to Rakeesh.
Aracyra says: I never had the opportunity to thank you as well, for arranging this. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
She curtsies, and Rakeesh bows.
Rakeesh says: I’m glad it worked out.
Azgadaan looks at Rakeesh.
Azgadaan says: I forgive you, and thank you, but you’re still a bit of an ass.
Rakeesh smirks.
Rakeesh says: I knew we could count on the Coven of Shivarra to rebuild all of you.
He gestures to the eredar Twins.
Rakeesh says: But it’s not me alone you should thank.
The Twins are already upon him.
Azgadaan says: Oh. Hello.
Sacrolash says: You must be Prince Azgadaan of House Jaraxxus.
Alythess says: And the one whose disappearance nearly broke my dear niece’s heart.
Sacrolash says: I’m glad you’re back to us, Azgadaan.
Alythess puts a hand on Azgadaan’s shoulder.
Alythess says: Pray, don’t do something like that again.
Azgadaan says: I’ll make sure I counter the… right spell, next time.
Sacrolash puts her hand on his other shoulder.
Sacrolash says: Our family has been through a great deal, Azgadaan, and you would do well to never make her cry again. Remember that.
Both the Twins let go of his shoulders.
Azgadaan says: I plan to make many good memories and smiles. It’s nice to meet you as well. Thank you for your assistance.
The two curtsy.
Sacrolash says: The honor and privilege is ours. I am Lady Sacrolash, and this is my sister Alythess.
Azgadaan already knew this.
Alythess says: As much as a thrill it was to meet all you, we must take our leave. It was a privilege, Rakeesh, and I’m glad we’re now squared away.
Rakeesh nods and kisses each of their hands.
Rakeesh says: For now, ladies. For now.
The two go to Aracyra and plant a kiss on each of cheeks.
Sacrolash says: We’ll be in touch, darling.
Aracyra nods, and the two women disperse--their steps always in unison as they walk.
Rakeesh looks Azgadaan up and down.
Rakeesh says: I should have something that will fit you in the interim, though I’m sure the dear princess has plenty of other plans for you.
Aracyra giggles.
Rakeesh says: Lets make scarce of this place for the time being.
Azgadaan says: A wonderful idea. Where are we?
Rakeesh says: Antorus.
Azgadaan says: Mm. That makes sense.
Rakeesh leads the group back to the Apex, and his two pilots let them aboard and begin to make course to the lower sectors of the area so they can find something to eat. Aracyra is never far from Azgadaan’s side, and seems to be a little frazzled, but far more chipper than she was.
Nyxxa says: Happy to have you back, Azzy.
Azgadaan says: Good to be back. Thank you all for what you’ve done. So… does anyone know why my eyes turned red?
Rakeesh stays silent.
Nyxxa says: I… didn’t notice a difference. But red is this, right?
She conjures a red orb in her hand.
Azgadaan says: Oh, you know colors now.
Nyxxa says: I do!
Azgadaan says: Handy.
No'Rash says: Not to worry, kid, you can join the club now.
He points to his red eye.
Aracyra says: I suppose I’m a part of that club too, aren’t I?
No’Rash chuckles.
Aracyra says: I’d say it looks quite fetching!
Azgadaan says: I always did like your beautiful eyes.
Aracyra giggles. Azgadaan then looks at Spinyl.
Azgadaan says: It’s good to see you Spinyl, it’s been a while.
Spinyl says: It has, and given the event, I can spare my attitude for the… next few days.
Azgadaan says: Good to hear.
Spinyl says: I’m glad you’re back.
She makes a humph sound.
Rakeesh gets Azgadaan outfitted in something loose and workable, and Nyxxa approaches him for a moment.
Rakeesh says: Nyxxa. You look like you wanted to talk.
Nyxxa says: Are you alright? That seemed like it was a lot.
Rakeesh says: It was unexpected, to be certain. For obvious reasons, attracting the attention of the Deceiver was not something I was hoping to do. I may be more limited in my capacity to aid you, but I’ll still do what I can to ensure our previous arrangement is still within your capabilities. In spite of the complications, things should still be on track. Though…
He glances tot he side, and leads Nyxxa into his room.
Rakeesh says: I don’t believe our esteemed princess has any desire to let Azgadaan out of her site.
Nyxxa says: No, I fear that’s the case.
Rakeesh says: And including her on this escapade is out of the question.
Nyxxa says: Absolutely.
Rakeesh says: Something will need to be done, but what that is… I can’t say.
Nyxxa says: Unless this has shaken him completely, I imagine he will want to move forward. But…
Rakeesh says: If he stays in Eredath, his father will find him.
Nyxxa says: That too. I assume, out of us, he’ll make the most convincing argument as to why it’s a good idea for him to leave. But that needs to wait until he’s regained a bit of his senses.
Rakeesh says: Yes I suppose that’s not a bad plan. We need to return to Outland before long. I will need to do so, at the very least. Once Azgadaan is more than an hour or two out from oblivion, I’ll see if he’s confident in taking you all back, at which point I’ll return to Outland myself.
Nyxxa says: Understandable.
Rakeesh says: I suppose I can also see if Halno is capable.
Nyxxa says: Not last I checked, but Arthak and I were going to speak to him.
Rakeesh says: This has proven to be interesting.
Nyxxa says: It has. There was one additional thing I wanted to speak to you about, but it’s likely a poor time.
Rakeesh says: My dear, it’s always a poor time. Come now, you can’t entice me with a lead up like that and keep me wanting.
Nyxxa says: Well, when we last spoke…
She leans against the wall.
Nyxxa says: You mentioned thriving in the Legion as opposed to surviving in it. I put some thought to it, and I don’t think I understand what you meant by that.
Rakeesh considers.
Rakeesh says: You’ve met an abundance of demons by now, Nyxxa. You are a demon, a mortal that now lives as a demon. What does that mean to you? The word demon?
Nyxxa thinks.
Nyxxa says: A being with a soul that’s very essence is tied to the Nether, rather than touched by the fel, they are consumed by it.
Rakeesh says: A delightfully clinical answer.
Nyxxa says: It's the only thing that fits the collection of demons I met.
Rakeesh says: Why’s that?
Nyxxa says: There are many ways to be a demon, I guess. Though the only thing that links them is the tie to the fel.
Rakeesh says: Yes, especially after witnessing something like this.
Nyxxa says: ...right.
Rakeesh says: Did you know that demons existed well before the Burning Legion did?
Nyxxa says: No. I did not.
Rakeesh says: Oh yes, long before, back when Argus was the planet of the mortal eredar, before they had taken on this monumentous task as the overseers of the Burning Legion. Before the Dark Titan had graced them with his presence. There were demons well before that. Those demons were different than the ones you see today, as they were entities born of the Nether itself. They were chaotic, disorganized. The Legion, the eredar, gave them purpose. Gave them direction. Gave them the Burning Crusade. The very thing that you and your compatriots fight against. There’s no need to be coy, Nyxxa. I’m well aware of why you and your companions agreed to help me, and that’s why I came to you.
Nyxxa says: Many ways to be a demon.
Rakeesh says: Many ways to be a demon. Being a demon is an existence in and of itself. It’s not intrinsically good, it’s not intrinsically evil. Some are like Mannoroth, and some are like you. So how does one corral so many disparate, chaotic forces into one unified spear with which to subjugate all of creation? A lot. It takes a lot to do such a thing. And it takes all kinds. But after seeing what you’ve seen today, after seeing the things I believe you have seen with those special eyes of yours, you must realize that the Burning Legion is not something that can simply be erased. After all, there were demons before the Legion. Lets say, for a moment, that you did manage to accomplish your goals. There would be demons after. Demons of all kinds. Demons like you, and demons like Mannoroth. So when I said that, perhaps that's what I meant. You can swing and swing and die. Or you can stop running and become the type of demon that you would travel to the heart of Argus to bring back from the jaws of oblivion. No’Rash could stand to learn a similar lesson.
Nyxxa says: … I think I understand what you’re saying. Even if an impossible war was won, there’d still be…
She shrugs.
Rakeesh says: It’s not a war you could ever hope to win, Nyxxa.
Nyxxa says: Just like any war, it doesn’t stop once the fighting stops. But I guess in that case, isn’t life just war?
Rakeesh says: And here I thought I was bringing the philosophy discussion to a conclusion.
He smirks.
Nyxxa says: I just wanted to ensure I understood. I do like “waxing philosophic” but it isn’t my point of expertise.
Rakeesh says: No, I wager it’s not. But that’s not a bad thing.
Nyxxa says: And I know you didn’t get me on board with this to think.
She laughs.
Rakeesh says: I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.
Nyxxa says: I don’t think I’m even capable of going that hard. You’ve given me much to think about though.
Rakeesh says: Yes, that seems to be the theme of the day, isn’t it?
Nyxxa says: Yes. But I do thank you, genuinely, for your help. Even though I know you aren’t really doing this for our sakes, but still, appreciation where it’s due.
Rakeesh nods.
Nyxxa says: This aside, all that’s left is to continue fighting our own fights. But we’re both good at that.
Rakeesh pauses.
Rakeesh says: We can always believe it, and the only time we realize we’re not is when it’s too late.
Nyxxa says: And at that point, it doesn’t matter anyway.
Rakeesh says: There is something else you should know, Nyxxa, something I would urge you caution in spreading about.
Nyxxa cocks her head.
Rakeesh says: I was unsure if I was going to share this at present, but because for some reason I’ve become invested in him avoiding a repeat incident, there’s something you should realize about Azgadaan--something I wasn’t able to tell for lack of certainty of if it would be the case.
Nyxxa says: What’s happened?
Rakeesh says: The eye color. It’s not just an aesthetic change. I’ve seen it a couple of times before. One of which, of course, being Shaspira. Something that is not well-known, but for those that do, they recognize what it means. It’s the mark of those who have been slain in the Twisting Nether and brought back. Brought back through exceptionally powerful means. I did not know the precise rituals, but I suppose we saw first-hand the prerequisites for such a change to occur. There’s a very good chance that while he was gone, that he bore witness to the Dark Titan directly. Not an avatar, not a dream, not an essence, but he himself in all his power.
Nyxxa says: ...oh.
Rakeesh says: Thus denotes the color change, and the curse that accompanies it. Thus is the might of the Dark Titan.
Nyxxa says: What curse?
Rakeesh says: Do not allow him to find any permanent death. Not in the Nether--especially not the Nether--but not the material plane either. He will not reform. Not in any way that would be recognizable to you.
Nyxxa says: So if he dies again…
Rakeesh says: If you intercede with other resurrection magic, I wager his essence could be rescued before it is altered.
Nyxxa says: But the longer we wait…
Rakeesh says: The less likely it is he’ll be recovered. Not to mention something as drastic as we did today would be impossible, potentially. Do not allow him to reform in the Twisting Nether. What awaits him is far worse than what Jaraxxus would do. The same can be said of any others.
Nyxxa says: The White Tyrant and her daughter.
Rakeesh nods.
Nyxxa says: I don’t think she knows…
Rakeesh says: I don’t think Aracyra is aware. Her mother is not forthcoming.
Nyxxa says: I’ll… tell Azgadaan.
Rakeesh says: I leave that to your discretion.
Nyxxa says: Do you think it’s wiser to keep this information from him?
Rakeesh says: I can’t say. There are benefits or detriments, and if you tell him, I’m sure Aracyra will discover as well.
Nyxxa says: Once I give him that information, it’s his decision, but I’ll recommend he doesn’t spread it too far. But thank you.
She bows and Rakeesh sighs and throws his arms up.
Rakeesh says: I simply don’t wish to see all the work and sacrifice put out today thrown to the wayside, but you're welcome.
Nyxxa says: I’ll see what we can do to ensure you’re paid back in full. But, I’m sure you want to rest.
Rakeesh says: Oh, no, I’m quite peckish, actually. But this was a pleasant conversation, Nyxxa.
Nyxxa says: It was. You’re a good conversationalist.
Rakeesh says: I pride myself on it, but I’m glad you noticed.
Nyxxa says: I like to give credit where it’s due.
Rakeesh says: Though I get the sense No’Rash isn’t a fan of me… it must have been something I’ve said.
Nyxxa says: I’ve found that even I struggle with my first impressions when it comes to orcs.
Rakeesh says: Something tells me you struggle with first impressions with more than just orcs… but that’s probably the satyrical impulses.
Nyxxa says: No one should trust a satyr.
Rakeesh says: I think that can extend to more than just satyrs, Nyxxa, but I’ll be joining you all shortly.
Nyxxa says: See you soon.
Rakeesh nods as Nyxxa gets to her hooves and leaves, the door closing behind her. Meanwhile, Azgadaan had been walking around hugging his friends, and as Nyxxa walks back, she gets scooped into a hug, and Spinyl had also obliged because Aracyra was present.
Nyxxa also informs Azgadaan the wraith that had killed him became fuel for the ritual.
Azgadaan then gets his things back from Arthak, who quietly passes him Spirit Song with no comment--which gets pushed into his bag.
Before long, the Apex is taken to another place in the city, and Rakeesh and Aracyra are able to find a restaurant that serves some very good food. This one is run by a succubus coven, and they find various exotic fare. Aracyra covers everything, and the group gets some looks from the other denizens as there are rarely any non-demons on Argus.
Aracyra tries to steer conversation into small talk, but Azgadaan presents that maybe he should take part of his body off so there’s always something if he gets disintegrated again.
Aracyra says: I don’t think we need to talk about that right now! Besides, we’re going to make sure that doesn’t happen.
Azgadaan says: I’m not going to die again, but I figured I’d have something somewhere else just in case.
Arthak just stares down at the table as Nyxxa shovels food in her mouth and glances at Rakeesh.
Arthak Saurfang says: Um, Azgadaan.
Azgadaan says: Yes?
Arthak Saurfang says: While we’re still here, I thought we might recover Zaela.
Azgadaan says: Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Oh, yeah, we should visit her together. She was on your team, yes?
He looks at Aracyra.
Aracyra says: I can’t say I ever talked to her, but I know the Vitiator is on drydock, and she was probably brought to a medical facility nearby.
No'Rash says: This… an orc? On this planet?
Azgadaan says: Yeah. She was heavily injured during a fight about half a year ago. We were able to send her along to get help, and I would hope she’s recovered now.
Arthak Saurfang says: Hopefully enough we can take her back.
No'Rash says: Agreed.
Aracyra looks on with a furrowed brow.
Aracyra says: She was mates with the orc that was killed on your vessel, yes? Has anyone told her?
Arthak Saurfang says: ...No.
Azgadaan says: Oh, shit.
Arthak Saurfang says: I was going to once we got her off world.
Aracyra says: I know that I’m grateful you told me about Azgadaan, so I’m sure she would appreciate it.
Arthak Saurfang says: She deserves to know the truth, but first we need to get her back. I’m not sure they were mates, but they were close.
Nyxxa glances at Go’el and takes another sip of water.
Aracyra says: I wouldn’t want to hold you any further from your busy work, so we can make a point to find the facility she’s staying at, and you can be on your way. Spinyl if you want to stay and help me rebuild Azgadaan’s wardrobe.
Spinyl says: I’d love to go shopping!
Azgadaan says: I wouldn’t mind getting out of this toga. No offense, Rakeesh.
Rakeesh says: I understand someone your age wouldn’t understand style.
Aracyra says: Oh, Rakeesh, you’re so funny. I’ll make sure whatever I get will far outclass these threads.
Azgadaan says: I’m sure she can find something that matches with this day and age.
Rakeesh says: I… think I just got called old. The surprises of the day never cease.
No'Rash says: You get used to it.
Rakeesh rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his drink.
Rakeesh says: As much as I’ve been privileged to be part of these reunions, it would be best to get back to work. Once we find whatever facility this Zaela is being kept at, it would be wise for me to return, if you can facilitate your own return.
Azgadaan says: I think I can. I still have my bag of rocks. We can get back to Outland quickly.
Aracyra says: I suppose we could help to drop them off quickly before we come back. That wouldn’t be too bad. I can help as well, especially if we return to the Vitiator or some other place.
Azgadaan says: Is it alright if we sleep before we go back? I’m tired. After shopping.
Aracyra says: We don’t need to do the shopping today. We’ll have plenty of time after we get everyone else back.
Rakeesh glances over at Spinyl.
Rakeesh says: You’re welcome to stay if you desire.
Spinyl says: Though I’d love to stay, I do also need to get back to the work I promised my Queen.
Aracyra looks a tad perturbed but brushes it off.
Aracyra says: Then lets focus on trying to find where Zaela is being kept. We can go from there. It’ll be a shame to not have you around, but I understand Spinyl.
Spinyl says: I’m very sorry, but it doesn’t do to disappoint a succubus queen.
Aracyra chuckles.
Aracyra says: I’m sure. I would never want to get you into trouble.
Spinyl says: But I was happy to be of some help. And it was good seeing you too!
Aracyra says: As ever. We’ll just have to have a shopping trip of our own later. There are a lot of place I’d love to take you.
Spinyl says: And I’d love to come along with someone with such impeccable tastes.
Aracyra says: Lord Rakeesh, if you could bring us to the Vitiator, someone there should know where she’s at.
Rakeesh says: I can arrange that, then we’ll take our leave.
Azgadaan says: And thank you again, Spinyl, for your help.
Spinyl says: Of course.
The return to the Apex, which takes off and heads toward the drydocks. They pass through one of the more splendid areas of Eredath, with roads and pathways making snaking paths through the aerial city. There are works of art along the streets, and they see a massive palace make of opaque, shimmering crystal: the Crystal Palace of Kil’jaeden. It’s a massive edifice of wealth and power, and is easily over 100 stories tall suspended in the heart of the expansive city. The only buildings that could compare to it in size was some of the military buildings, schools, the headquarters of the Archival Authority, or the Throne itself.
Azgadaan mentions the palace, and Arthak tells Azgadaan they had met Kil’jaeden at the temple of Sargeras and he had offered his word of blessing personally.
Azgadaan says: Ah. I suppose if I ever see him I should thank him.
They continue through parks that have wildlife and trees taken from other worlds and Argus itself. Then they see the Vitiator, and Rakeesh bids farewell to the group.
Rakeesh says: Hopefully this is the last complication.
Azgadaan says: Next time I see you, I’ll return this.
He gestures to the toga.
Rakeesh says: No rush, my wardrobe is expansive enough I won’t miss it. Just don’t get it dirty.
Azgadaan says: I’ll try not to.
Rakeesh heads back into the Apex with Spinyl, and takes off. Aracyra mentions she will be right back and then heads off to the Vitiator to get word of where Zaela was taken. They note the Vitiator seems to be getting some work done--some sort of armor.
Nyxxa looks at Azgadaan.
Nyxxa says: You’re… going to need to convince Aracyra to let you leave, if you still want to.
Azgadaan says: I do. I just want to sleep first.
No'Rash says: I didn’t know you had a mate.
Azgadaan says: Ah, like orcs? No, not… exactly. We haven’t made it anything official like Arthak and Sadras were, but we are together, yeah.
No’Rash grunts.
Azgadaan says: If you have any questions about Argus, I could answer them--
Halno says: Magic store?
Azgadaan says: Oh, yeah. You can get scrolls, magical implements, magical weaponry, canons and things that shoot felfire to a lesser extent… Anything you’re looking for in particular?
Halno says: Just always looking to expand the magic arsenal here.
No'Rash says: Azgadaan. Once you have rested and we are back on the path, I have something I would ask of you.
Azgadaan says: Happy to chat, big guy.
No'Rash says: Not at this moment, but at some point soon.
Azgadaan says: Sounds good.
Nyxxa says: There’s also something we need to speak on later, Azgadaan. But I’m happy you’re back.
Azgadaan says: So am I.
Shortly after, Aracyra returns.
Aracyra says: I’ve learned of the medical facility that Zaela has been transferred to. We’ll have to take some transportation, it’s about two districts over, but we should be able to make it without much difficulty.
Azgadaan says: Is Doctor Orianelle there?
Aracyra says: She is, yes.
Azgadaan says: Alright. I have some things to ask her seeing I… just came back.
Aracyra says: Of course!
The group heads through the city, which is largely connected through a series of teleportation pads and moving platforms that transfer people to other districts. There are a lot of demons out and about, particularly away from the shipyards.
It takes them about an hour or two of traveling, and they get to the multi-story building that seems to be made mostly of glass. They find mostly eredar within, and the area is pristine and made of mostly transparent material.
The receptionist looks up.
Eredar Receptionist says [eredun]: Welcome to the Eredath Medical Facility. Is there something I can help you with?
Azgadaan says [eredun]: We’ve come to see Doctor Orianelle and one of her patients.
Eredar Receptionist says [eredun]: Hm. I see. Well, Doctor Orianelle is busy and on leave from Lady Shaspira’s vessel… I can pencil you in for something in a few cycles…
Aracyra says [eredun]: I’m Lady Shaspira’s daughter, and I’m here to check in on this patient on behalf of the Archival Authority of Argus.
Eredar Receptionist says [eredun]: Oh. Of course, Lady Aracyra! My apologizes, I didn’t realize this was on behalf of Lady Shaspira.
Aracyra says [eredun]: Of course. No hard feelings.
A few moments later, another eredar arrives. She has a long black and white cloak with an inverted symbol of the Burning Legion mixed with a medical symbol. She has a pair of spectacles and burnt orange skin.
Orianelle says: Oh… I did not expect to see you all again. Lady Aracyra, it’s a pleasure.
Azgadaan says: How are you doing?
Orianelle says: I’m doing quite well.
She notes Azgadaan’s red eyes.
Orianelle says: Did… something happen. Your eyes…
Azgadaan says: I died. Got disintegrated. Got better.
Orianelle says: Oh dear. That is… quite a lot.
Her eyes flicker between Azgadaan and Aracyra. She swallows hard.
Orianelle says: I’m glad you made a full recovery, it seems.
Azgadaan says: Yup. Hearts beating and I’m a little sleepy.
Orianelle says: Yes, I imagine the process was quite taxing… what did you need to see me about? A checkup or something else?
Azgadaan says: I wouldn’t say no to a checkup.
Orianelle says: Of course. And we can keep this discrete, and of course your confidentiality is protected…
Aracyra says: Much appreciated, Doctor.
Orianelle then looks at Arthak.
Orianelle says: I presume you are here to check in on Zaela, yes?
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes, and if she is in condition for travel, we thought we would return her home.
Orianelle says: She is. She’s been undergoing some courses to adapt to her no form of mobility… I imagine she will be able to function quite effectively with the implements we were able to give her.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good.
Orianelle says: Is her mate here? I would have expected to see him. Oh, I apologize, I understand they are not mated properly, but she spoke of him and I jumped to some conclusions. His name is Garrosh, yes?
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes. Well, you met him, and getting him to come along was not something we could manage.
Orianelle says: Shame. I’m sure she would have enjoyed seeing his face, but that aside, I can take you to her room and we can see if she is willing to be released and return to her home. This place does not specialize in those who are mortal, but I was able to-- just follow me.
She urges the group deeper into the facility, and they look up and note all the floors are made of transparent glass. Some rooms are opaque, but they can see people running on many multi-levels. She leads them into a cylinder, which closes, and the floor beneath them shoots smoothly upward to the higher floors of the medical facility. Azuka is quite alarmed by everything, while Levia is just entranced by everything.
The platform comes to a stop and Orianelle begins to lead them to Zaela’s quarters. No’Rash nudges Arthak.
No'Rash says: Her mate… Garrosh?
Arthak Saurfang says: They were close.
No'Rash says: Hmm….
The group is stopped at one of the chambers, and Orianelle puts a hand to the side of her ear and mouths some words in eredun. She smiles and puts a hand on the wall, opening the door. Inside is a hospital room, and there are two figures: one the small pinkish imp that had been in Orianelle’s company before, and the other is Zaela. She is wearing a simple tunic that drapes without any sleeves, and she has a simple band across her missing eye--her long dark hair tied back.
She is sitting in a chair made of sleek lack felsteel with two large wheels. There are pieces of light armor on parts of it, with a number of harnesses and straps dangling from it, and her weapons are strapped to the back. She looks over and sees the group, and smirks.
Zaela says: So you’re the ones who are taking me back home. Well it’s good to see you again. How’s my rylak?
