[Alliance] Chapter Four: Session Twenty-Nine

Appearing Characters: Aeolynn Treeflower, Aramar Thorne, Arthas Menethil, Delaryn Summermoon, Elissa Cross, Fandral Staghelm, Istaria Staghelm, Jarod Shadowsong, Kharron Treeflower, Leyara Staghelm, Locus-Walker, Makasa Flintwill, Remnii, Riff, Samaara, Seria, Tae'shara Sunwatcher, Thenysil, Tol'vas Moonshadow, Tyrande Whisperwind, Uther Menethil, Velameestra Windrunner, Zen'tabra

June 27th

The night is peaceful as the group settles into the mansion for the evening.

June 28th - July 7th

The next morning, everyone awakes and prepares to get on the road. They have a bountiful nine-course breakfast spread of anything they could possibly think of. Jarod goes out of his way to thank Vel for the food and they pack up and exit the mansion. Vel dismisses the spell.

Jarod looks to her.

Jarod Shadowsong says: You said you could disguise us, right?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Yes. Though if we’re going to be using mounts, we should summon those first so that I can disguise them as well.

Tol’vas and Seria work together to conjure some elk for those who are steed-less to ride. Uther and Elissa summon their horses as well.

Radiant says [telepathically]: Your Highness! It’s wonderful to see you again.
Uther Menethil says: And you, old friend.

Elissa greets Daisy happily. Vel snaps her fingers and casts [Seeming], transforming Radiant and Daisy into nightsabers and all non-night elves into night elves.

Radiant says [telepathically]: Egads! I’m verily ferocious!
Uther Menethil says: Ah, old friend, you’ve always been ferocious. You’re just fuzzier.

Remnii has a longer dress wrapped around her with pink skin and bushy white hair. Vel has white hair and pale purple skin but is much taller and bright blue eyes with purple leaves woven in her hair. Uther has a fuller beard with dark blue skin and white hair. Aramar looks like a very average night elf and is similar to Jarod, though Aramar’s hair is a deep purplish-black. Arthas resembles a slightly older version of Uther’s night elf form. Elissa looks similar to how she normally does with slightly pinker skin, and her hair is a pale green. Makasa has a deep plum skin tone and dark hair that is in a style similar to her own. Samaara is almost the exact same colors as she normally is, but she has altered to be a night elf. Tae’shara is still quite short for a night elf and has dark black-blue hair and deep ashen skin that’s slightly lighter than Makasa’s.

Jarod looks around the group.

Jarod Shadowsong says: Wow. You weren’t kidding. I can’t tell the difference. If I didn’t see it myself, I would just think you were all night elves. Good work, Vel.
Velameestra Windrunner says: As long as we don’t pass anything through the illusion or let anyone get too close to inspect, it should hold up. From a distance it should not be a problem.

Jarod passes a hand through Uther’s illusion for confirmation.

Jarod Shadowsong says: I see. Alright, we will be careful. But with these mounts it should only take us about a week to get to Astranaar. Which is good. The less time the archdruid needs to wait, the less grumpy he’ll be. Good thinking with these.

Tol’vas, in an elk form, honks in acknowledgement, and the group sets off. Before long, they find themselves wandering through the paths of Ashenvale. The air tastes clean and cool. It’s still the middle of summer, but because of the cover from the sun, it’s much nicer than it was in the scorching heat of the Barrens. They don’t see any other night elves immediately, but the road seems to be better kept than the road in the Barrens. The trees here are old, and very tall.

Remnii has a dumb smile as she looks around in awe.

This is the first time Tol’vas had been back home, and while he had been to forests since reawakening, there was something about returning here that could put his spirit at ease for even a brief moment.

About an hour or two of travel, they see the first signs of civilization. There is a small piece of wood with perfectly filigreed metal that forms a small lantern with a thin pane of glass tinted blue. The back side is open, and inside is a small flower that has glowflies resting around it.

Vel notes that the next one they see is about a mile away. And the next one is another mile, as if they also serve as mile markers.

Throughout the course of the week they are traveling, Seria tries to scry Zalazane at Vel’s suggestion, but time after time, the scrying is unsuccessful. Each time it fails, Seria upends the bowl in frustration. Either he’s incredibly lucky, or there may be something else blocking it.

By the end of the first day is the first time they see true night elven architecture, but there are not many actual night elves they encounter.

During the third day, they note a night elven man chopping lumber and he smiles at them and waves as he calls out a greeting in Darnassian. Jarod steps forward to speak with him, and the night elf man welcomes them to join them for a meal as it’s just him and his daughter right now as his wife is a Sentinel and is away at the moment. Jarod thanks him, but explains they have much distance to make, and the night elven man nods and sees them off.

One evening as Vel is creating the mansion, Elissa approaches Tol’vas--still in her night elven guise. She’s been pretty much in awe, and any break she had taken was spent trying to paint the scenery.

Elissa Cross says: So this is… where your people are from. Where the kaldorei are from.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: You can say our.
Elissa Cross says: I don’t know if that would be right. It’s where my mom is from though, and honestly, I’m glad I get to see it. I’ve seen some absolutely beautiful and wondrous places in the past, but to just live somewhere like this? It’s like a dream out of a fairytale.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: There used to be a lot more.
Elissa Cross says: I’m sorry. I know you lost a lot.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: No, I’m genuinely happy you can see how beautiful it is.
Elissa Cross says: I’m really glad you and your people have been able to protect this place for so long. I hope I can help, because, ultimately… the people who would want to hurt my home would want to hurt this place too, so we’re fighting the same enemy in that regard. And if that means I cna help protect a place like this? I’d do it in a heartbeat.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: You sound like a Sentinel.

Elissa blushes.

Elissa Cross says: Really?

Tol’vas nods with a smile.

Elissa Cross says: Well, I might not be fully a kaldorei, but from what I’ve gathered, that’s pretty high praise. So thanks. That means a lot. The forests you grew up in... what were those like?

Tol’vas pauses

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: A lot like these. Different place.
Elissa Cross says: If you want to, you can try to describe them to me. Maybe I can paint them? Turn your memories into something you can have to look at. I can’t promise it’ll be perfect, but if there’s anything you want me to make for you as a memento, that’s the least I can do. I know! You mentioned an Ancient. What was his name? Goldrinn?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Yeah, that’s the one.
Elissa Cross says: What did he look like? Maybe I can draw him.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: It’s… hard to describe his scale. He was a great white wolf the size of some of these trees almost. He somehow could still move about without disrupting or destroying anything. His eyes were almost pupiless, like my worgen form.

Tol’vas smiles and pulls the scythe out.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: This is one of his fangs.
Elissa Cross says: O-oh! That was literal?! Wow.

She touches the top of the scythe with a finger.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: If that gives you a sense of scale, at least.

Elissa continues to ask more questions and the conversation continues as they head into the mansion. A few days later, she grabs Tol’vas again when they are once more resting in the mansion.

Elissa Cross says: Hey, do you have a minute?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Yeah, of course.

She leads him into her room and shows him an easel with a sheet.

Elissa Cross says: Remember what we were talking about? Well…

She pulls off the sheet and reveals a beautiful rendition of Goldrinn. It isn’t perfect, but it’s beautiful in her distinctively stylized way. It depicts him in a sunset, overlooking the trees behind him.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I… had no idea you were so talented.
Elissa Cross says: Thanks. I just practice a lot. I’m hardly a master, but I think the journeys we’ve taken have really helped out.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: It looks very much like him.

Elissa beams.

Elissa Cross says: I’m glad you like it, because it’s yours! I can hold on to it for now, but once we get somewhere that’s safe, we can keep it there and you can always have it. So you can remember him until you can see him again.

Tol’vas is a bit dumbstruck for words.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: ...Thank you.

Elissa smiles.

Elissa Cross says: Don’t mention it! It’s probably time for supper though, so lets get going before everyone eats all our food! Though they’d probably have to eat a lot of it.

Elissa heads out of her room, and Tol’vas looks at the painting for a moment before he follows after her.

Later that night, and several nights during their travel, Vel asks Uther if he wants to spar and he handily agrees. Aramar also gets in on the action--as does Elissa periodically. Tae’shara, of course, eagerly tries to get the gambling scene involved and even manages to coerce Samaara into placing a wager--a wager that Samaara successfully wins.

Riff, likewise, wants to wrestle in his serpent form, and Uther happily agrees.

Vel makes a personal note that she’s pretty sure that Riff has been growing, and he’s been growing quickly. He’s at least a solid foot longer than he was when they left Gadgetzan--maybe even longer.

Later during several evenings, Vel had used one of the rooms of requirement to create an ice rink, and almost every night after most had gone to bed, she had started playing games with “herself” (though in actuality they were games she was playing against Kel’Thuzad).

Vel also notes that Remnii had started to get up pacing and praying a lot as they start to near Astranaar. Jarod also, similarly, had noticed Remnii pacing.

Jarod Shadowsong says: Everything alright, Remnii? Just a bit of stage fright?

Remnii stops and a bead of silence passes.

Remnii says: I don’t think it’s stage fright. I… just can’t mess this up.

Jarod nods.

Remnii says: I will take the latter. I am frightened. I’ve been on my own for quite some time by my lifetime at least. If this does not succeed… then I don’t know what comes next. I believe in the Light. I believe in reason between people. And yet… I wonder. Do you know what the High Priestess Tyrande was like? I think I’ve concocted thousands of different images…
Jarod Shadowsong says: Ten thousand years can do a lot to a person. I only spoke to her briefly when I brought Shalasyr back, but back then? She was… she was uncertain, for one thing. She didn’t think she had what it would take to do what she needed to, but she did it. I don’t think the two of us were friends. She had a bit of a rivalry with my big sister, so that got in the way of her trusting me… or at least that’s how I always saw it. But she was kind, gentle, fierce when a battle came up, but off the battlefield? Well. When a seven foot tall giant appeared in the middle of nowhere speaking a language she couldn’t understand, everyone just wanted to lock him up, but she went to meet Broxigar. She went out of her way to speak with him. She started teaching him languages we could understand. Or at least, that’s what I heard.

Remnii gets a small smile.

Remnii says: I will note that fact.
Jarod Shadowsong says: Times were different back then, and I didn’t know her as well as her friends would have. But from what I saw, well, there’s a reason she became the High Priestess. But ten thousand years of watching and waiting will change anyone.
Remnii says: Oh, I know. It would be foolish to anticipate such a thing, but…

Remnii massages her temples.

Jarod Shadowsong says: Do you mind a bit of unsolicited advice, Remnii?
Remnii says: I give plenty myself.
Jarod Shadowsong says: It’s important to plan for the future and look ahead, but sometimes the best thing you could do is bring all you have to bear to the task at hand. I know this is daunting, but what happens next doesn’t matter until we see what happens now. I know you know that, but sometimes it’s good to hear it. If this doesn’t work, you’ll find another way. If there’s anything I’ve learned about you in this short time, you’ll find a way. You and your friends have done that several times over, so, chin up.
Remnii says: I will do my best.

Jarod smiles.

Jarod Shadowsong says: Tell you what. Sometimes words aren’t enough. If you need more courage? Stop by my makeshift hideout that Vel was kind enough to bring along. You’re free to share a bottle with me.
Remnii says: So often I encourage people to come to me with troubles, yet I do not come to people with my own. That sounds nice.
Jarod Shadowsong says: Nothing like a bit of vintage to loosen your tongue and talk about your insecurities.
Remnii says: There’s been so much alcohol since I stepped hoof on Kalimdor!
Jarod Shadowsong says: You can thank Vel for that, I think. But Makasa… well, she kicked those spirits out from behind the bar. She insisted they couldn’t mix drinks right.
Remnii says: Well, from what I’ve seen of Vel, she doesn’t drink much herself. But that seems nice.

Jarod smiles and heads into the kitchens and Remnii hears him greet Makasa, who was clearly in there getting spirits of her own.




Eventually the group passes a small fishing village and they cross over the Falfarren River. There are a few Sentinels in the area, but the town is mostly asleep aside from some day patrols. As they cross to the other side of the river, they catch sight of a moonwell. It’s bright waters are glowing in the perpetually dim light. It’s about 30 or so feet off the highway, and there are small motes of light flickering around it. There is also wildlife around, seemingly mostly unconcerned--at least until Vel veers closer on the path, at which point most of the time the animals choose to leave.

Predator and prey drink from the moonwell together, seemingly unafraid of each other.

Elissa Cross says: So that’s a moonwell, huh?

She looks at Tol’vas, casting [[Spells/SpeakWithAnimals | [Speak With Animals]].

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Yeah, one of the smaller ones, but yeah.
Elissa Cross says: It’s beautiful.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: They’re very popular to be around.
Elissa Cross says: I can see why.

There are various offerings of flowers, nuts, and leaves, as well as abundant plantlife that flourishes around it.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: If you would warn Vel not to touch it though.

Elissa looks over to Vel.

Elissa Cross says: Hey, Vel, Tol’vas said you should be careful around that.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Yeah. Jarod said much the same.
Elissa Cross says: It’s really cool though.
Velameestra Windrunner says: It’s beautiful.

Vel briefly remembers the fountain of youth that Marin Noggenfogger had asked her to keep an eye on, and she files that thought away.

The group continues on and they pass by a guard tower. They then see something small in the middle of the road, and as they approach, a Sentinel drops down from a tree in front of them. She lands almost silently.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: Don’t move any closer.

She looks backwards to the small thing in the road. Beyond the Sentinel, a small furry creature with tiny legs and very long arms with large claws is slowly crossing the stone.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: I would ask for you to wait for this creature to cross the road. I would not want you to disturb it.

The group waits, and Makasa crosses her arms and quietly mutters to Remnii.

Makasa says: Why do they not just pick it up?
Remnii says: If I had to hedge a bet, it is because it is their way to cross.

The Sentinel’s eyes snap to Makasa.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: Are you truly that blind?

She points up to two dark shadows in the trees, and they see two giant sloths wreathed in moss hanging from the tree.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: Unless you seek to provoke the ire of its parents, you’ll wait patiently. You are welcome to cross in the other direction, but you’ll be entering into Greenpaw territory.

Makasa puts her hands up in apology.

Elissa and Remnii are both endeared by how cute the creature is, and the Sentinel smirks, silently agreeing. There are a few other Sentinels around watching the situation. At one point, the small sloth starts to move towards the group, and the Sentinels whisper to each other and a satchel is tossed beneath them as one dumps some nuts and fruits on the ground to lure the baby sloth back in the proper direction.

Eventually, the slot gets to the edge of the tree, and there is a sigh of relief from the Sentinel. Two more night elves had stopped behind the group and had set up camp. As the baby sloth climbs up, there are silent cheers from a few Sentinels in the tree.

It had been about an hour and a half, and the Sentinel thanks the group and allows them to pass.

As the group continues on, Remnii eagerly asks what that creature was, and Tol’vas (through Elissa) is able to relay that it was a sloth. Tol’vas also recognized the name “Greenpaw” as being a tribe of furbolgs, which are peaceful, but can be territorial.

But Jarod is able to inform them they are a scarce few days from Astranaar.

On the evening of the seventh day, Vel had continued to send Locus-Walker.

Velameestra Windrunner says [sending]: The creatures from the Telogrus Rift are appearing on Azeroth. Any insight would be appreciated.

She did not really expected anything back, as there had been no luck for the past two weeks she’d been trying. However, then she hears a response, and she shoots straight up from where she was sitting on the couch in the study.

Locus-Walker says [sending]: Well well, isn’t that most intriguing turn of events. I am ever curious of how you encountered such things. It’s good to hear from you again, Windrunner.

Tae’shara--who had also been spending time in the study--looks over at Vel.

Tae'shara Sunwatcher says: Is everything okay, Vel? What happened?
Velameestra Windrunner says: My contact responded.
Tae'shara Sunwatcher says: Oh!

She immediately shuts her mouth and settles in, clearly listening and making it clear she’s going to pry into what’s going on after the sendings were complete.

Velameestra Windrunner says [sending]: They are invading a plane known as the Emerald Dream. We encountered them while investigating a disturbance with it--at which point they seemed to cross over. Is there anything you would advise?
Locus-Walker says [sending]: Very interesting. Very interesting indeed. I’m not surprised to hear they have influence over the Plane of Life. They are… warping by their very nature. But advice comes in many forms, and with many costs, my friend.
Velameestra Windrunner says [sending]: I am open for discussion for bolstering our deal. I have not forgotten it. Is there anything else you need, Locus-Walker?
Locus-Walker says [sending]: From what I know of you, my friend, forgetting things is the last thing you’ll ever do. There are always things that need to be taken care of. Right now I have a vested interest in what the Etherium is planning on a distant and unfortunate world. Unless you have an abundance of free time in your schedule… but arrangements can always happen in the future. But you’re an interesting one, Velameestra. I believe you and I have information that could be most mutually beneficial. Describe to me what these creatures look like.

Vel channels her mana to further expand the length of sending as she describes the creatures in what detail she could manage.

Locus-Walker says [sending]: Interesting. Very, very interesting. It is difficult to define the creatures of shadow and void. They are ever-changing. Ever mutating. Shifting and adapting to whatever intriguing courses of action they view to be their truth. But the creatures you speak of--the biggest one, anyway--sound dangerously like the n’raqi. Also called Faceless Ones. A race of... extra existential creatures. And some of the most dangerous of the servants of the Void. The very same type I rescued you and your… simple friend from during your last journey to the Rift. Their presence often bodes ill. Your Azeroth must be quite an interesting place. Perhaps I can visit myself sometime.
Velameestra Windrunner says [sending]: Are they allied with the Legion or are they a different force?
Locus-Walker says [sending]: Oh, heavens, no. They could not be further from the Legion’s ally. At least as far as the Legion is concerned. Marking allegiance to the entities of the Void is like trying to define a concept that is beyond definition. Like the taste of the color purple. Or perhaps alphabetizing numbers. They follow their own infinite design.
Velameestra Windrunner says [sending]: Do you have any idea what their motives may be?
Locus-Walker says [sending]: What other motives are there? What are your motives, Velameestra Windrunner? What are the motives of any living creature?
Velameestra Windrunner says [sending]: At a baser level, to survive and exist.
Locus-Walker says [sending]: Those are but two of the infinite reasons creatures exist. To live and to die. To wake, to sleep. To dream, to nightmare. To kill and be killed. To breathe and choke. To understand these creatures, you must stop trying to understand them, Velameestra Windrunner. And understand only that the lords of the void are beyond mortal comprehension. Even I have just scratched the surface on this incredibly fascinating topic. One that I… believe someone like you would find most enrapturing.
Velameestra Windrunner says [sending]: When next we meet, I believe an exchange of notes may be in order.
Locus-Walker says [sending]: I do believe so. And I do so very much look forward to continuing this mutually beneficial partnership. I provided a good deal of information for you, and I just have a hunch you’ll be able to do the same for me. I’ll be in touch. Do be careful. And don’t let them in your mind. Or you may begin to understand them more than someone like you could possibly be able to. The same goes for your other friends. Especially the simple one. No offense, of course.
Velameestra Windrunner says [sending]: Until next we meet, Locus-Walker.
Locus-Walker says [sending]: Until next we meet, Velameestra Windrunner.

Vel glances over at Tae’shara as the sendings finish.

Tae'shara Sunwatcher says: Locus-Walker? Who the fuck is that? Some kind of super spy name?
Velameestra Windrunner says: I being of energy we met on another plane.
Tae'shara Sunwatcher says: Oh, is that all?
Velameestra Windrunner says: And we might have a problem.
Tae'shara Sunwatcher says: What kind of problem? You were talkin’ about those things that you were fightin’ in the Wailing Caverns place?
Velameestra Windrunner says: He described one of them as beings called n’raqi. Servants of something he called the lords of the void. They apparently aren’t affiliated with the Legion. And it’s likely information that should be transmitted to the druids.
Tae'shara Sunwatcher says: Well I guess that’s good--the not affiliated with the Legion part.
Velameestra Windrunner says: No. Just another separate threat we now need to deal with. The world we last encountered them on was completely shattered.
Tae'shara Sunwatcher says: ...Fuck. Well. What’s this Locus-Walker tryin’ to do? You owe him somethin’. You’re not in trouble, are you, Vel? I don’t know how I feel about you havin’ debts to crazy extraplanar energy beings.
Velameestra Windrunner says: We made a deal. I needed to help him with something and he would have gotten Uther and I off the plane we were trapped on. Kilnar got to us first, but I’m not one to renege on the deals I make. You could call it an extended partnership.

Tae’shara puts her hands up.

Tae'shara Sunwatcher says: I guess, but just be careful, will you? I mean, I know you probably know that, but I don’t want you to get mind-jacked by this crazy energy dude.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I have protection against that. No one gets in without my permission.

She holds up the hand with her ring on it momentarily.

Tae'shara Sunwatcher says: Well good. I guess make sure you don’t take that off in front of him, then.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I doesn’t leave my finger.
Tae'shara Sunwatcher says: If you need any help with this, let me know. I know a thing or two about shady deals and individuals like what this Locus-Walker bloke sounds like. I’ll make sure you don’t get one pulled over on ya. At least… assuming he works on any semblance of similarity to the shite I’ve seen.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I’ll keep that in mind, Shara.

Shara nods and opens up her book again, though Vel catches her glancing at her a few times over the pages. However, before long, Vel leaves the study to head to the top floor and report to Tol’vas and Seria.

Finding both of them there--as well as Remnii nearby--Vel quickly informs them of what she had found, and Tol’vas also provides her with the name of the “Emerald Nightmare,” which is what the druids had started to call the disturbance.

They agree that it would be wise to get the information to the druids, and Seria opts to try and get through to Zen’tabra in the Grove of Cenarius.

With some aid, Seria is able to punch through to Zen’tabra via [Spells/Dream | [Dream]]]. She finds her sitting in a circle with some dryads drinking something out of a wide bowl.

Zen'tabra says: Seria? What are you doing here?

Seria explains to her everything that Vel had informed her of.

Zen'tabra says: That’s good to know… I don’t know if I want to know how Velameestra learned this. I’ll figure this out later, but this be good information. Ya alright? This place ain’t easy to get to, you be careful.
Seria says: I have been.

Zen’tabra nods and Seria awakens, able to confirm that she got through.

July 8th

The group continues on their way on the day they are supposed to make it to Astranaar. There are more signs of civilization.

Jarod Shadowsong says: We should be able to get there in the late afternoon. Be ready. We’ll have to wait to see when we can get ahold of Fandral. We may have a few hours where we’ll have to lie low, so be ready to stay at one of the inns or the like. If there are any questions about things I haven’t covered, this is the time to ask.

He explains that Astranaar is one of the larger night elven cities. It has a population of a few thousand, and it’s located on an islet in the middle of a lake by the same name. There are marshes that seem to be cultivated, and dwellings started to become more common as they near the city.

Suddenly, something flies in front of Seria’s face, and she sees a small, bright blue light that spins rapidly around her. It then spins around Tol’vas and Vel, and another one joins, and another one. Four wisps had appeared, chattering in sylvan.

Wisp says [sylvan]: Come quick! Come quick! She needs help! Come quick!

Fortunately, Remnii has [Tongues] up.

Remnii says [tongues]: They say come quick.

Tol’vas immediately starts to follow, and the group hurries after.

Jarod Shadowsong says: What? Wait up!
Wisp says [sylvan]: This way! Over here! This way!

They follow the wisps, flickering in and out of sight. The rest of the group are able to follow Tol’vas and Seria in their elk forms, and they travel for about five minutes beyond the path. Then there is the sound of humanoid whimpering.

Small Voice says [darnassia]: An’do? An’do where are you?

The wisps circle around the grove and then flicker out of existence as the group enters the grove. There is a small night elf that is easily no more than five years old. He is sitting on the ground, the edges of his trousers torn up. He has a scrape on his knee, and his ears are bloodshot with tears. He has blondish-purple hair. He immediately looks up at the two elk that had appeared first.

Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: I’m sorry mister and missus elk, I didn’t mean to get lost in your grove.

Tol’vas immediately transforms back to his humanoid form, and the boy’s eyes go wide.

Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: Wow… are you a druid mister?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: Yeah. Did you get hurt?

The boy sniffles and nods as the rest of the group catches up.

Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: I came out to pick some berries for a snack… I couldn’t get back to sleep… but I don’t know where the village went.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: Lets get you back to the village then.

Tol’vas holds out his hand, and the young boy takes it and gets up.

Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: Is this your elk friend?
To'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]l: Another druid.
Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: Two druids?

The boy looks up at Seria.

Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: Can I pet your snout, mister?

Seria looks at Tol’vas, unable to understand.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: Yeah, you can pet her snout.
Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: You’re a girl druid?

He pets Seria’s snout.

Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: You’re really soft… I’m scared. Do you know where my village is?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: What’s your village’s name?
Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: It’s called Astranaar…

Tol’vas picks up the child as Seria kneels down and Tol’vas sets him on Seria’s back. The child pats Seria’s back.

Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: Wow! This is so high!
Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: We can get you back home.

The child looks to the rest of the group.

Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]:Wow… there’s a lot of you. Why are you out so early?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: Can’t sleep.
Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: Okay.

The child waves at the rest of the group.

Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: Thank you for helping… I didn’t know you had so many friends, but you’re a druid, and druids are really nice.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: We try to be at least.

The group starts to make their way back, and Jarod approaches with a smile.

Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: Hey. What’s your name?
Kaldorei Child says [darnassian]: Kharron. Kharron Treeflower.
Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: Good name. Looks like you hurt your knee there?

The child nods.

Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: Does it hurt?

The child nods again.

Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: Is it a hurt-hurt or a scared-hurt?
Kharron Treeflower says [darnassian]: Scared-hurt.
Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: Well. My friends and I have something for scared-hurt.

He pulls out a berry.

Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: This berry has magical properties. It makes your fears go away.
Kharron Treeflower says [darnassian]: Really?
Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: Yeah. This one is for you.

The child takes the berry and eats it.

Kharron Treeflower says [darnassian]: Mmmm. This is really good. You must be really smart, mister.
Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: I try. We’ll get you back to your mom and dad.

The group makes it to the main road, and a few of the less-distracted people note the wisps reappear briefly.

Wisp says [sylvan]: Thank you.

They vanish again, and the group continues on to Astranaar. The child periodically looks around and starts to introduce himself while asking for other names.

Remnii says [tongues]: People call me Ni-Ni for short.
Kharron Treeflower says [darnassian]: That’s a cute name, it’s kind of silly.

He then looks at Vel.

Kharron Treeflower says [darnassian]: What’s your name?
Velameestra Windrunner says [darnassian]: You can call me Vel.
Kharron Treeflower says [darnassian]: Okay Vel!

He continues to ask random questions of people the entire way, but as they approach they start to hear some commotion. There are patrols of Sentinels heading outward, seemingly on the look for something.

Three women approach with a raised hand.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: Have you seen a young boy who has gone missing?

She then sees Kharron.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: You must be Kharron. Oh, praise Elune you’re safe. Your parents are looking for you.
Kharron Treeflower says [darnassian]: I’m sorry. I didn’t want them to worry…
Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: It’s okay. I’m glad you’re safe. Thank you, all of you, for bringing him back. His mother will likely want to thank you personally.

The Sentinels go to report to back and they see a night elf woman in a night gown of sorts who seems to be beside herself. There is another Sentinel with a bright green cloak that is comforting her.

Sentinel Captain says [darnassian]: We’ll find him. Don’t worry.
Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: Lieutenant Summermoon!

The night elven woman looks up as the captain turns to acknowledge, and the mother hurries forward. Seria bends down to let Kharron hop off and run into his mother’s arms, who scoops him up.

Kaldorei Mother says [darnassian]: What were you doing? You know you aren’t supposed to stray…
Kharron Treeflower says [darnassian]: I’m sorry, I was hungry.
Kaldorei Mother says [darnassian]: You could have gotten food from the pantry! Lets get you cleaned up…

She looks to the group and bows.

Kaldorei Mother says [darnassian]: Thank you so much. If you would be so kind, my husband is an alchemist and herbalist, perhaps I can give you something as a thank you. I know he probably would have been safe, but, please, would you please come with me?
Tol'vas Moonsahdow says [darnassian]: Um. There’s no thanks necessary. But we would be more than happy to accompany you.

The woman nods.

Kaldorei Mother says [darnassian]: Are you travelers from another village?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: We’re from pretty far.
Kaldorei Mother says [darnassian]: If you need somewhere to stay, my place is small, but you’re all welcome if you need to rest up for the day. If not, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of at the inn.
Captain Delaryn Summermoon says [darnassian]: You won’t need to worry, Aeolynn, I’ll make sure they have a place to stay.

Her eyes flicker to Tol’vas, and then up to his scythe. She tilts her head to the side slightly.

Captain Delaryn Summermoon says [darnassian]: Pardon me, sir druid. First off, let me offer my thanks. I am Delaryn Summermoon… but pardon me. Are you here to see the archdruid?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: We are.
Captain Delaryn Summermoon says [darnassian]: I see. Likely he and his family are resting in the grove, but I can send scouts to ensure they are awake at the first crack of dusk if that would be alright.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: That would be more than helpful.
Captain Delaryn Summermoon says [darnassian]: In that case, you’ll all be welcome. I’ll ensure they aren’t concerned with where you came from. I understand your business is likely important. You should be able to find the grove near the northwestern edge. If you need guidance, our Sentinels can provide it.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says [darnassian]: Thank you very much.
Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: It’s much appreciated, Miss Summermoon. I was going to need to find who was in charge, but it seems you did it for us.
Captain Delaryn Summermoon says [darnassian]: Consider it a thanks for protecting one of our own. I won’t keep you awake much longer, you had a long road. Good morning, travelers, and welcome to Astranaar. Thenysil, if you could guide them to the inn?
Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: That won’t be necessary. I was here not long ago.
Captain Delaryn Summermoon says [darnassian]: Of course! Enjoy your stay nonetheless.

The Sentinels go about their duties, muttering amongst themselves.

Aeolynn Treeflower says [darnassian]: I promise I won’t take up your time, but follow me, it’s not far from here.

Kharron is already out by the time they reach the woman’s house, which is small and simple. The town is somewhat reminiscent of the towns of Quel’thalas. Nature is everywhere, and there are animals that wander freely around--including tamed nightsabers.

Aeolynn Treeflower says [darnassian]: I’ll be out in just a moment. Let me just set Kharron to bed first.

She heads in and comes back a few moments later with a small bundle which she hands to Tol’vas.

Aeolynn Treeflower says [darnassian]: It’s not much, but if it can help… just a few medicines that my husband made before he went to trade some of his wares.

Tol’vas unwraps it and finds three healing potions inside, two regular ones and one greater. He hands them over to Vel, who notes the glass is very intricately blown. The glass is clouded, as if to block light.

Velameestra Windrunner says [darnassian]: Thank you.
Aeolynn Treeflower says [darnassian]: Of course! If you ever need anything else, my home is open to you. May Elune’s blessing be with you, but it is very early and I should try to get some rest. May the forest’s bounty be with all of you.

She bows to them and heads back into her home. Jarod smiles.

Jarod Shadowsong says: That was a good thing you guys did. I’m glad you found the boy. How’d you find him?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: The wisps told us.
Jarod Shadowsong says: You saw wisps? Well, I guess that’s a good sign. They are seen as an omen of good luck, so hopefully that means this meeting will go well. Well, we have a few hours. They’ll probably be waking up in four or five hours at the most. We can head over to the inn.

Jarod heads over to what appears to be an inn. The entire first floor is completely open, and there is another night elf woman with shoulder-length green hair and a dress standing at the desk.

Kaldorei Innkeeper says [darnassian]: Greetings! We have plenty of room. You must be the group Lieutenant Summermoon sent about.
Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: Yes, but there’s no need for special treatment.
Kaldorei Innkeeper says [darnassian]: Don’t worry, everyone here gets the best of treatment.

She guides them up to the upper floor where they are given four rooms to share between them. Seria had changed into a night elf disguise, which has dark dusky blue skin and black hair with blue streaks within them.

The hours drag on forever, and they can hear the town start to awaken outside.

Jarod Shadowsong says: We should probably head to that grove soon. Are you all ready?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: As ready as I’m going to be.
Remnii says: I am of a like mind.

Vel renews the [Seeming] spell on them, and they head downstairs and make their way across the town. They see another moonwell--much larger than the other one they saw--and there are three night elven women kneeling before it. Another attendant greets the group casually as they head by. A market is starting, but there is no talk of currency--just offers of hospitality and casual trading.

Sentinels dot the area, and they are vigilant but not unkind. Many of them greet various townsfolk as if they are friends, and it seems very rare that any female night elves don’t have some sort of weapon on their person. Few of the men have them, but some have some hunting knives. The women also seem to readily outnumber the men.

A few people cast curious glances at the group, and a few younger Sentinels giggle as they note the attractive strangers, but they largely leave them to their own dealings.

A Sentinel at the outskirts wishes them safe travels but notes that they should be cautious, as there have been sightings of demons in Darkshore.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: It’s many miles to Darkshore, but this road will take you there.
Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: Much appreciated, Sentinel.

It doesn’t take them long to find the druid grove about a quarter of a mile outside of town. It’s a peculiar grove off the bank of lake Astranaar. A lot of the trees seem to be the same size, and they seem to be organized in a very deliberate pattern. There is a presence, as if they are being watched.

As Vel is looking around, she notes that the roots are visible, but they seem to be in patterns that are atypical. They curl in ways that are crafted, and she starts to realize something: it’s almost like a graveyard. There are no headstones to be seen, however. Only trees.

Tol’vas knows that’s exactly what this is, as trees are frequently planted over the bodies of deceased night elves and their roots are crafted into symbols in druidic to indicate the identities of those that rest there.

Tol’vas also notes treants are present, and the group steps into the center of the grove where there are three other night elves. One is pacing--tall, imperious, and broad of shoulder with green hair. He is before one of the trees, which is the same height of the majority of the trees in this place.

His eyes flicker to the group. He has a simple mantle with a long cloak, and he has a bare chest other than the mantle. He is wearing a kilt made of thick moss and vines, and bare feet are visible beneath it. Next to him, leaning against a small stone with a druidic symbol is another woman--another druid. She has the same shade of green hair with a shade or two darker, and gold eyes. Her hair is in a braid, and she is wearing simple leathers, and has a moonglaive that seems to be fashioned out of sharpened wood.

Last-but-not-least, and kneeling on the ground, is a woman with a mostly bare torso aside from a leather covering over her chest. She also has wild green hair, and she seems to be in some sort of meditation. She seems to be the youngest of the group, and she has other armor piled next to her--which Tol’vas recognizes as the armor of the Wardens. Her weapon, an umbral crescent, is also resting before her.

The man stops and looks at the group.

Jarod Shadowsong says [darnassian]: Archdruid Staghelm, thank you for meeting my friends on such short notice.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says [darnassian]: You certainly kept me waiting, Master Shadowsong.

His eyes flicker over the group.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says [darnassian]: And so you are the individual with whom Master Shadowsong thought I should speak with such urgency. My name is Fandral Staghelm, and this is my daughter Leyara and my granddaughter Istaria.

He switches to common.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: And you are all not what you appear to be. Who have you brought before me, Master Shadowsong?
Istaria Staghelm says [darnassian]: What do you mean, grandfather?
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: Perhaps they can tell you. If you have reason to hide your identities, there are many things I need to understand. The first of which is why you, of all people, are carrying the Scythe of Elune. That is the Scythe of Elune, is it not?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: It is.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: What’s your name?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Tol’vas Moonshadow.

Fandral’s eyes widen.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: Tol’vas Moonshadow. That explains some things, but perhaps not how you have the Scythe of Elune, or why you believe you have the right to hold it. Or how you escaped your prison, presuming of course you are the same one I’ve heard of.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: It’s a long story, but I’ll make it short. I was pulled out of the dream by the scythe because it’s previous wielder had it taken from them.

Fandral rolls his eyes.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Ralaar Fangfire took it.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: So he escaped as well, has he?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: A number of us did.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: Fantastic. So not only did one of Tyrande’s priestesses lose the scythe, but many of your afflicted brethren have been freed, and I imagine most of them could not stand in the presence of a druid and have a sensible conversation. Velinde Starsong will have a lot to answer for, if she is still alive. Thank you for informing me, Tol’vas. I suppose once we finish with this conversation, we’ll figure out what your fate and the scythe’s fate will be determined. The rest of the druids will want to know of this development. But… what of these friends you come here with? I presume none of them are members of the Circle of the Pack?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: No. None of them are escapees.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: Good. Now who are the rest of you, and why are you using this magic in my presence?

Remnii steps forward and curtsies.

Remnii says [tongues]: We have traveled far in an attempt to appeal to you with Jarod’s help… if you will hear us out… there’s been a grave mistake. I will not mince words. The altercations with the demons on Darkshore, last I heard, and the night elves is… a grave misunderstanding.

With little effort, Fandral’s hands go down to a pouch in his kilt. He draws some powder and throws it into the air. He casts [Spells/Truesight | [Truesight]]] on himself, and his eyes narrow.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: I see. So you’re one of them.

Istaria is up on a knee, her weapon in hand.

Istaria Staghelm says: How dare you come here.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: Hold, Istaria. Master Shadowsong insisted this is a meeting we wanted to hear. Stay your blade, for the time being.

Istaria nods, but she is watching Remnii like a hawk. Fandral then looks to the group, seeing a few high elves, a few humans, and a multitude of other curious individuals--though some, Remnii included, are blocked from the divination magic.

Remnii explains that they had journeyed from the other side of the world in the Eastern Kingdoms and most people in the group had offered to help her. She had not come through with the other draenei.

Remnii says [tongues]: A point I would wish to make is the remnant of the eredar people before the fel found them, and the only people who have been able to battle the Legion, have been kept at odds on purpose.

She also mentions she brings news of the Broxigar and the Traveler--things she would like to present to Tyrande directly.

Uther also speaks up, removing his amulet so that Fandral could see his true form.

Uther Menethil says: The truth is, archdruid, that your people, Remnii’s people, and mine, as well as everyone before you, share a common enemy. And that enemy is making great strides in its desire to raise our world to ashes. My name is Uther Menethil. I’m the prince of Lordaeron, a kingdom across the sea. The true demons, the Burning Legion, besieged my home.
Remnii says [tongues]: A portal was opened from the orcish homeworld.
Uther Menethil says: As I understand, you faced this foe before. Longer ago than I could possibly imagine. But if you fought them then, then you know what they are capable of. And with that being as long ago as it was, you can be certain they are stronger now. I firmly believe nothing shorter than the united effort of everyone that calls this world their home will be necessary to stop them.

As Vel observes, she notes the man’s mannerisms, and that Fandral does not like Tyrande. At all.

Remnii says [tongues]: What happened on the Silvergale Isles was a tragedy, and I am fully aware of what a ship crashing can do… in order to make this right, for reparations to be made and healing to begin… the conflict must cease.
Jarod Shadowsong says: And as I told you before, archdruid. I’ve been traveling with this group for a few weeks, and they went out of their way to help our people. They also helped another druidic circle, which I’m sure you’ll hear of--
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: I would have heard of it sooner if I didn’t have to wait here.

Remnii holds out the stone she got from Naralex and holds it out. Fandral takes it.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: This does seem to be the genuine article… so you aided the Circle of the Fang. No one had heard from them for a substantial amount of time. I suppose I will need to reach out to their leader soon… I suppose you have my gratitude then.
Remnii says [tongues]: Yes, and also, in an effort to be as… thorough as possible, we also entered the Dream.

She then offers the ivy from Lunara.

Remnii says [tongues]: We spoke with the First Dryad, Lunara.

Fandral’s brows go up.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: That… is certainly something.

His eyes flicker as he uses some sort of magic to detect the magic on the ivy, and Leyara looks at it in surprise.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: Seems you have been quite thorough.

Fandral combs his beard with his hand.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: You’ve all been quite thorough, so it seems, and you’re rather good at speaking, human. I hope that you can plead your case as well to the High Priestess. I’ll admit to you, Remnii, that this war of revenge that Tyrande has waged on your people has been costly with materials, time, and lives. If this is indeed a farce, then all the more reason for it to be quashed sooner rather than later. If you believe your case can do that, I would be a fool to stand in front of you. Doubly so if the Legion has returned. Though our people are from a different side of the world, threats like this must be managed, lest they destroy us from the inside out. So yes, I will acquiesce to your requirement to leave immediately. I should be able to get you an audience within a few hours. I hope you are prepared. If you are half as prepared as you were here, perhaps you can end the dilemma she has waged. Under one condition, a simple one, one that you are all well within your power to acquiesce to. She is undoubtedly at the Temple of Elune at the shores of the Well of Eternity, and undoubtedly you will be disarmed before making audience…

Fandral looks at Tol’vas.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: Relinquish the scythe to me now. Should you fail, I would not have her people take this weapon from us. I will return it to you after your meeting, Tol’vas. A simple request.

Fandral holds his hand out. After a moment’s tense hesitation, Tol’vas hands it over. Fandral takes the weapon.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: You made the wise decision, Tol’vas. If what all you said is true… and provided your case to the rest of the druids is as solid as I hope it is, perhaps you’ll be given the chance to wield this again. Perhaps. But undoubtedly, Starbreeze will seek to know something about this.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: She already knows.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: She already knows.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: We already spoke.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: Then I shall look forward to her breath down my neck. We will speak as well, and I’m sure she’ll insert herself into whatever happens here.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: She did make it.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: I am well aware. Another mistake that perhaps won’t be corrected, but perhaps can be mitigated. This is of course dependent on you not being clapped in chains by Tyrande. Are you ready to leave?
Remnii says [tongues]: Of course.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: Very well.

He approaches a tree and casts [Transport via Plants].

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: Leyara, Istaria, let us return home. We’ve kept Valstaan enough company I believe. I do not want to overstay our welcome.
Leyara Staghelm says: Yes father.

Istaria grabs her armor and crescent, still watching Remnii as she awaits the rest to go through first. The bark of the tree shimmers with life energy and opens into a portal. Fandral steps through. Everyone follows, and they see a verdant green on the other side.

They walk out of another tree miles and miles from where they were. The weight of the air is heavier, and they see massive, spreading roots. They note a corridor, and a lattice of rootwork weaves through the entry points around a massive lake with a small island and a small tree beneath the biggest tree they had ever seen. It reaches the cloud-cover, as they are standing in the shadow of Nordrassil.

They see buildings--another town of sorts--that surrounds the lake. One of them is a temple. It’s not the biggest temple they had ever seen, but it’s an ornate one. However, further investigation reveals this town is more like a military base. There are weapons about, and barricades, and watchtowers. There are a lot of Sentinels on patrol, in formation, doing drills, and more.

High up in the sky are shadows of flying creatures that are weaving in and out of the boughs of Nordrassil. There are creatures Tol’vas recognizes as hippogriffs, and there are the calls and cries of beasts all around them.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says: The High Priestess should be here doing her morning prayers, unless she already left. Come along.

Everyone follows the archdruid upon breaking themselves out of the awe. Elissa remains motionless, but Vel grabs her hand and snaps her from the stunned silence. Two Sentinels are standing watch, each of them wielding immaculate moonglaives with shields at their sides. They note Fandral, and the group following him.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: Master Staghelm. We did not expect you. What business do you have, and who are these strangers?
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says [darnassian]: I understand the High Priestess’s schedule is quite busy, but these strangers seek an audience of the utmost importance.

The Sentinels exchange glances.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: I understand, and I can sense the urgency, archdruid, but the High Priestess is in her evening prayers. I would not seek to interrupt.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says [darnassian]: Her evening prayers can wait. I assure you this is more important than her meditations. Besides, you and I both know the High Priestess rises early. Undoubtedly, she is nearing the end. Encourage her to wrap them up, if you will.

There is a moment of tension, and one of the Sentinels disappears inside for a moment before returning. She speaks with Fandral, and he nods and steps inside.

The group waits for a moment.

And then another.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, the group is still standing there. The guards are watching them, and there are other people watching them as well. Then Fandral reemerges with a huff. His face is flushed with annoyance.

He speaks briefly to the Sentinels. Istaria and Leyara are still waiting.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says [darnassian]: The High Priestess has agreed to see you. I will await the results of your discussion. I have some things to take care of in the interim. Leyara, you may return home. Ensure that my findings on the morrowgrain are delivered to the right place this time.
Leyara Staghelm says [darnassian]: Of course, father.

She looks at the group.

Leyara Staghelm says [darnassian]: For what it’s worth, I wish you Elune’s blessing. I pray Tyrande will see the wisdom in your words.
Istaria Staghelm says [darnassian]: Grandfather, I would like to stay with you.
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says [darnassian]: Why?
Istaria Staghelm says [darnassian]: I need to report in, and I want to see how this plays out.

She shoots a look at Remnii.

Archdruid Fandral Staghelm says [darnassian]: Very well.
Leyara Staghelm says [darnassian]: You should really come with me.
Istaria Staghelm says [darnassian]: I’m not a child, mother.

The two share a moment and press their foreheads together.

Istaria Staghelm says [darnassian]: I’ll head back with grandfather, don’t worry.

Istaria and Leyara share a moment and Leyara disappears through the tree again as Fandral and Istaria head off.

The Sentinels, meanwhile, lead the group up the stairs of the temple.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: Welcome to the Temple of Elune, strangers. I trust you will show proper deference in this sacred place, and before the high priestess. I would ask you all to disarm.

She holds a hand out and the group disarms themselves.

Kaldorei Sentinel says [darnassian]: They’ll be returned to you at the conclusion of your meeting. You’ll find her within the antechamber inside.

The group steps into a simple chamber--a two-tiered atrium. There is a statue of a female night elf with a found draining from a basin she holds aloft. The water is glowing. There are no seats or pews. It’s just a garden with stone that invites natural moss and grass in patches in a fusion of nature and reverence.

It’s also dark. There are no sconces, but there is a soft glow that emanates from the water, as well as the natural light of the moon.

A woman stands before them, closer in height to Remnii than not, and she has her back to the group. Her deep blue hair catches in the moonlight, and specks of silver ripple in it like teardrops. She turns to the group, her head tilted slightly upward. Her expression is serious, but not unfriendly.

Seria and Samaara notes they are not alone. Like shadows in the night, there are figures lurking in the upper tier. There is just the faintest flicker of steel in the darkness.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: The archdruid was kind enough to inform me that all of you had urgent business to share. I would like to apologize for you having to deal with his abrasive conduct. I could only dream… my name is Tyrande Whisperwind, as I’m sure you know.

Her eyes stop on Tol’vas, and her brow furrows.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: And I’m the High Priestess of Elune. I understand you have something you wish to share with me. But first I would ask your names… though I believe I already know a couple of you.

Her eyes stay on Tol’vas, and then flicker to Remnii, and Jarod.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: It’s wonderful to see you again, Jarod. I hope you have been well since the passing of Shalasyr. I’ve heard much about you, and I’ve been looking forward to an opportunity to speak with you myself.
Remnii says [tongues]: And I you, High Priestess.

Her eyes shift back to Tol’vas.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Unless I am mistaken, Tol’vas Moonshadow, you are far away from your home as well.

Tol’vas shrinks.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: You could say that, yeah.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: In spite of everything, it is good to see you again. And I’m sure that when Shandris hears of your return, she’ll be pleased as well.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: It’ll be good to see her again.

Tyrande smiles.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: I also noticed, as he made no effort to conceal it, that Fandral carried the Scythe of Elune. I presume that too is your doing.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Yes, I had acquired it on the other continent.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: He informed me of the basics… but there will be time to learn more of that history. Doubly so once we retrieve my beloved from his slumber, something I hope occurs sooner rather than later.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I tried to reach him.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: I’m certain you had, and I’m certain with more time you may succeed where others have failed. I am not fool enough to not know you and he shared a bond. He was rather fond of you. I hope you can follow that bond and find him, not just for me, but for all of us. But first, there is an elekk in the room. That is what you call those creatures, yes?
Remnii says [tongues]: Yes.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: We have encountered a number of them since the crash of your starship. So I suppose we should discuss.

Remnii nods.

Remnii says [tongues]: I have a number of things to bring to your attention. For one, on behalf of my people, as the only ambassador at this moment, I am sorry for what happened on the Silvergale Isles.

Tyrande’s jaw tightens.

Remnii says [tongues]: We were running. The orcs were weaponized by the Legion, to the point they drove us off of Draenor.

Tyrande nods.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: That is curious. I heard of the orcs from an old friend of mine.
Remnii says [tongues]: I bring news of him.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Before we continue, I would ask that whoever among you is responsible for this illusion, drop this magic.

Vel drops the seeming.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: I see. A colorful bunch. You may continue.
Remnii says [tongues]: I understand the prejudice against the eredar runs deep. The demons learn Darnassian, as you have been their greatest foe. But I believe there has been a grave misunderstanding. I will not deny the damage that happened upon the crash of the Exodar. The draenei are not here to fight you. We stand separate from the people we once called family. And… in communing with the Light, I fully believe the Legion is involved, as across the sea far from here, the Legion made landfall again. A Dark Portal was opened from the orcish homeworld.

Tyrande’s hand goes to her heart.

Remnii says [tongues]: Many people amongst this people have suffered and lost homes or are threatened greatly by what the Legion has done to the orcish people, and what the Legion was bringing to bear when we left. I have come to make an appeal to you, and tell you news of both the Traveler, and Broxigar. I would begin to make this right. If you would listen further.

Tyrande nods.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: You’ve risked much to come this far, Remnii. I recognize that. While I do not yet know if I can trust you, I do hope that I can. It’s obvious to me that the plight you speak of is quite real. I would know of it.

Remnii nods.

Remnii says [tongues]: I have only been in contact by way of dream with my people, and I do not know where they are. I know many lives have been expended, even before the crash. But amongst these, when the draenei escaped from some amount of holding, when a number of humans arrived… your people are currently now, as we speak…. The Traveler is alive in her own time.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: You have met her?
Remnii says [tongues]: I have. You keep her sire somewhere below.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: I am aware. Few were aware of Jaina’s surname…
Remnii says [tongues]: And Uther is her son.

She gestures to Uther, who’s eyes are now bigger than anyone thought they could get, and his mouth is open.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: So you are Uther…
Uther Menethil says: Y-yes. Yes. I am prince Uther Menethil of Lordaeron. Son of Jaina…
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: It is wonderful to finally place a face to the name. She told me much of you and your sisters, and your father as well. I hope they are doing well…

Arthas coughs.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: She was a hero who taught us all a great deal in her time with us. From your reaction, I wager this is the first you are hearing of it as well.
Remnii says [tongues]: Apologies Uther. You can yell at me later.
Uther Menethil says: I… I am just… surprised, is all.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: We know not the magic that brought her to us, but we are thankful nonetheless. But do go on.
Remnii says [tongues]: When I last saw Jaina she had yet to have her arcane eye imagery… she knew of the Legion’s threat, but I do not believe she had made the journey here 10,000 years ago yet.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Perhaps whatever winds guided her to us did not find her. That is interesting. I could only guess of what brought her to us. But I also am aware the man who once resided in our custody was her sire, a man who has caused no small amount of trouble for us. Your people, both of yours, have been the source of many lives lost. If the Legion is involved, and that truth can be brought to the forefront, then perhaps we can put this conflict behind us, but until we reach such a point, you must understand… I must do what I can to protect my people.
Remnii says [tongues]: I believe we are simply trying to do the same.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: I sincerely hope that is the case.
Uther Menethil says: And not to be overly morbid, but we must put this behind us. If we don’t, the Legion will destroy us all.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Yes, that is true. You say the orcs have come… another champion fought alongside him. A man named Broxigar. He told me of his Horde, that they have become pawns of this Legion.
Remnii says: He was wise.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: He was many things.

She smiles fondly.

Remnii says [tongues]: I bring unfortunate news. Broxigar passed on long before we arrived.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: There are few who believed he survived.
Remnii says [tongues]: What I can tell you is I am good friends with his son.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: With his son?
Remnii says [tongues]: His name is Arthak Saurfang. He and a number of others saw me here.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: I did not know he had a son… I do not know if I should be happy or hurt he never told me.
Remnii says [tongues]: I do not believe he knew. Arthak received much conflicting information, and branded a Cowardspawn. But he is worthy.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Brox was many things, but a coward was not one. I hope I may meet him as well someday, perhaps on better terms.
Remnii says [tongues]: The orcs are fighting for their soul against the Legion, and many are losing.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: If anyone could break their shackles, it would be the son of Broxigar the Red.
Remnii says [tongues]: I believe so too.

Remnii shakes her head.

Remnii says [tongues]: I wished to tell you of that as well, but I have a… loose plan.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Please, I would hear it.
Remnii says [tongues]: I am sorry to be upfront, but I have heard of what little family I have left that you lost a dear companion to you during one of the first altercations. Asha’lah?

Tyrande nods, pain clear on her face.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: I was the only one lucky enough to survive, and only barely. Your people did many things. I want to believe this was a deception… but I don’t.
Remnii says [tongues]: There was a faction near the end, in our flight, called the Sargerai. Recent converts tot he Legion, after we were displaced. Our people, what is left of us, is spread throughout the stores. Here we are in danger. There is no logical way, coming from an active battlefield, orcs and demons beseiging us, would we attempt to engage in another conflict. That was one fourth of the starship. The only one to escape. Tempest Keep fell to the orcs. It does not sound like it matters, but the battle was dire. I saw the aftermath. I did not make it, hence why I could be here. I believe there are those that have not taken of the fel, but are not loyal to her people,a nd seek to besmirch what little we have left. But one thing we can perhaps give you back….

She pulls out a heap of diamonds.

Remnii says [tongues]: I have been saving. I would like to find Asha’lah and return them to the world of the living.

Tyrande smiles sadly and puts a hand on Remnii’s and closes it around the diamonds.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Would that such a thing be possible. I fear that… I had done all I could to bring her back.

Remnii nods in understanding.

Remnii says [tongues]: I’m sorry for your loss in that case. But… I do believe there is information to be learned at the Azuremyst Isles, as they are now called? Even if we can’t ask Asha’lah ourselves… something is not adding up. The reports I have found… any of the Rangari, our rangers, are simply attempting to not kill anyone and not be killed, and our civilians are constantly moving. This is all I know, and it’s better that I do not know. For now at least. But… unless you are facing some evil like the Legion, there are no winners in war. If you cannot trust me, I would beg you send someone with us as we go to investigate. Let them judge and report to you. This must be brought to heel, in all ways. If we cannot make safe passage, then… I fear we will not be able to find the truth. I would tell you to continue to defend yourselves, because whoever is posing as us is not us, and there are pieces I am missing as well.

Tyrande considers and smiles, then looks over to Uther.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Jaina meant so much to us. All of us. She did not have to put herself at risk to save my people… but she did. And I owe her a debt that I could perhaps never repay. The same could be said of her protector, Rowan, and the same could be said of Broxigar.

Tyrande looks back to Remnii.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: I desperately want to believe what you’re telling me is true. Logically, it makes sense. If there are traitors in your midsts, posing as your people… but you must understand I will need this proof. I will need you to find the ones responsible for this, the ones who have engineered this, and I will need to end them. But to reach that point… we’re going to have to do more than a couple things. I will send an envoy with you, but first… I will need a second opinion. There are those among your people we have in custody, and if all those things are true, then they have been wrongfully imprisoned, and I would see that remedied, but I believe it would be wise for me to meet with your leader. With your father.

Remnii nods.

Remnii says [tongues]: Very well. He has trusted this to me, and I speak for him.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: We will send envoys for them. Sent in peace, with an invitation for him to come here so he and I may speak as two leaders of our people. Do you know where he is?
Remnii says [tongues]: If I go to sleep… pending I can, I believe I can find out. Before the night is out.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: We need not a precise location. We need only where he was last seen. We should be able to find him. You said you were in contact with him, yes? Where were they last?

Remnii searches Tyrande’s face, and it’s clear she isn’t telling her something.

Remnii says [tongues]: I will not ask you to trust me yet, beyond the fact I hope you can see my passion in fixing this for everyone… but I do worry. Our people are wounded as yours have been. I believe you to be a woman of honor. You would not be standing here if you were not. Before I agree, may I first ask your side of things? There has been a limited amount of communication… my father is my only family that I have left.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: A story that you have heard is the story i have lived. When the Violet Star crashed from the sky, I led a group of Sentinels--my sisters--to investigate, and we were set upon by your people, and Hordes of demons at your beck and call. It’s possible these individuals were these Sargerei, for the wonton slaughter they committed you would be appalled to see. I have spent the last fifteen years protecting my people. I did not have the opportunity to speak face to face with Velen when he was in our custody, as the intervention of the Traveler’s father liberated him and many others at the cost of many lives. I don’t want to hate your people. But right now, you are the only one who has given me a reason not to. I want your help to change that.

Tyrande is still not telling her something. Remnii sighs.

Remnii says [tongues]: I may be slow… but I… may we go with the envoy? I believe it could benefit everyone. I would show them a different face of my people, and I do worry about my father’s safety… There are many wounds that cannot yet be healed.

Tyrande considers.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: This I believe we can acquiesce to. It will take time to find your people. I believe them to be somewhere in the Barrow Deeps. But once we find them… you may travel with the envoy. But until they are located, I believe it would be wise for you and all of your companions to stay within our custody. As much for your own protection as for ours. I am not a queen, Remnii, and I do not control my people. They have suffered greatly. If all of you are allowed to roam free, I cannot guarantee your safety. My Wardens will escort you to the Barrow Deeps where you will safely kept. Once your people have been located, we will summon you, and you will travel forth with the envoy. If things go smoothly, then the rest of you will go free, as will the rest of your people in our custody, and those who were responsible for the havoc including the magus Medivh--as he was a companion of Admiral Proudmoore. As a gesture of good faith--

Tyrande waves her hands out, and a spell ends. There are three crystals hovering around her, one blue, one violet, and one orange. Remnii gasps.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: These will be returned to you as well, so that you may return them to your father and your people assuming what you say is true. But until then…

The crystals disappear again.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: They will remain in my safekeeping.
Remnii says [tongues]: I have a thought. A litmus test… I would like to let the Prophet know that the envoy is coming… but also, if I may bring you in a dream to him, he and likely the Hand of the Prophet--those that are left--will be the only ones to know the envoy is coming. If the information would leak beyond the people in this room, or those present in that dream, then we will have a surefire way in this one case to know if this information is spreading…

Tyrande considers and closes her eyes.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Much as I would wish to trust you, you must realize I must protect myself as well as my people. It would be reckless for me to put myself at risk in such a way, though I recognize the empathy with which you offer this. I hope, when this is all over, I may call myself a fool, as this would make things much more simple. But for my own safety, I do not believe that would be wise.

Tyrande looks to the rest of the group.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Are there any objections? You will be treated with the utmost respect. You will not want for anything in our care.

No one has any objections, and Tyrande smiles sadly.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Thank you once more for coming to me here. With luck, and with faith, perhaps we can put all of this mess behind us soon. I look forward to that day.

She nods, and two more Wardens come forward in full armor.

Kaldorei Warden says: Come with us. We’ll escort you to your cells.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Lady Tyrande…
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Yes, Tol’vas?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Staghelm pressed us between a rock and a hard place to get that scythe, but it is not his to take…
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: He took it from you?
Remnii says [tongues]: He would not let us see you.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: I am not surprised. I will do everything in my power to retrieve it, and return it to you once this is over and Remnii returns from her envoy.

Tol’vas nods.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Thank you. All of you. I hope you can forgive me for this.

She nods again, and the Wardens flank the group. Jarod starts to follow.

High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Jarod? You will not need to accompany them. You played this role to bring them to me, but you’re not companions to this as well. You have more than earned my trust.

Jarod looks back to the group, and then to Tyrande again.

Jarod Shadowsong says: If this is what they’re going to have to suffer, I would do so as well. I promised to see them through this, and I want to do that.
Remnii says [tongues]: Jarod, you do not have to do such a thing for us. You have been so kind already…

Jarod looks conflicted

Jarod Shadowsong says: Are you sure? My sister is not kind to people, in spite of Tyrande’s promises.
Remnii says [tongues]: Actually… the envoy. Would you go with them?

Jarod nods.

Jarod Shadowsong says: I will. Pending…

He looks back to Tyrande.

Jarod Shadowsong says: Pending I am allowed to do so, I know I am not a Sentinel.
High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind says: Jarod, there is no man nor woman who can tell you what to do. If you wish to come, your presence will be welcome.
Jarod Shadowsong says: You can count on me.
Remnii says [tongues]: My father’s beard is hard to miss.

She pulls a headband from her head.

Remnii says [tongues]: Give this to them if they are afraid. Anyone named Divinius or Velen himself. Your eyes and your heart would be most appreciated.

Jarod nods, and takes the headband.

Remnii says [tongues]: Though I could definitely go for some of those courage berries right now.
Jarod Shadowsong says: You honor me with your trust. I promise I’ll do what I can to make sure we can bring this to a happy ending. Try not to hold it against Maeiv? She’s under a lot of stress.
Remnii says [tongues]: Siblings are notoriously difficult.

She feels something in her hand, and it’s one of the berries. Jarod smiles as he steps away.

Remnii says [tongues]: Okay.

The Wardens flank the group and take them from the Temple and head across the heart of the base. Dozens of night elves watch the group, muttering amongst themselves quietly--eyes especially on Remnii. Istaria joins the group, and there is a keystone raised, revealing an entrance to the Barrow Deeps.

They head inside, and the door closes behind them.