[Alliance] Chapter Three: Session Four

Appearing Characters: Alleria Windrunner, Anduin Wrynn, Anya Eversong, Ashwynn Menethil, Brannon Stormsong, Calia Prestor, Camrus Bloodstar (illusion), Danath Trollbane, Elsia, Emery Camden, Esara Verrinde, Falric, Falstad Wildhammer, Gavinrad the Dire, Gilveradin Windrunner, Halduron Brightwing, Jaina Proudmoore-Menethil, Kael'thas Sunstrider, Kaise Phoenixlight, Lan’dalock, Lor'themar Theron, Lieran, Lirath Windrunner, Loania, Luc Valonforth, Marwyn, Mia Greymane, Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore, Muradin Bronzebeard, Natalie Seline, Nathanos Marris, Othmar Garithos, Parvaen Phoenixlight, Pathaleon, Radulf Leder, Refia Karver, Remnii, Renault Mograine, Rommath Pyrewing, Saidan Dathrohan, Sally Mograine, Seria, Sylvanas Windrunner, Uther Menethil, Valeera Sanguinar, Velameestra Windrunner, Victor Prestor, Vittoria Trollbane

Appearing Locations: Last Crossing, Light's Hope Chapel

November 27th

As everyone starts to head to bed, Remnii chooses to hunt down Victor a bit after Vel’s brief talk with him. She finds the room he is staying in at the inn, and knocks.

Victor Prestor says: Who’s there?
Remnii says: It’s Remnii.
Victor Prestor says: Ah, Lady Remnii, what can I do for you?
Remnii says: If you don’t wish to speak, I understand. I simply wanted to talk for a moment.
Victor Prestor says: Sure. What do you want to speak of?

He is speaking through the door. The door doesn’t open. Remnii smooths her skirt out and sits down next to the door.

Remnii says: I… hmph. Can I be candid?
Victor Prestor says: Certainly, yes. Candidness would not necessarily be unwelcome at the moment.
Remnii says: Well, I know that you’ve met my eye a number of times as I’ve been able to get to know you. But… in all of the traveling we’ve been doing together, even though it’s been a short time, there is a… you have a good support network around you. And yet… to speak of this with someone I don’t know well, you seem lonely.

There is a sharp crack, like a snap, and the sound of pain.

Victor Prestor says: Sorry!
Remnii says: Are you okay?
Victor Prestor says: Yes, I’m fine. Sorry, I didn’t expect. This would be better if you came in, wouldn’t it?
Remnii says: If you’ll have me.
Victor Prestor says: One moment.

There’s some shuffling, and Victor does open the door. He is wearing a tunic with gloves and his cloak.

Victor Prestor says: Come in. Sorry, I assumed you just needed something.
Remnii says: I wished to give you space if you wanted. I understand.
Victor Prestor says: Right. Ah…

Remnii enters his room, ducking beneath the door frame.

Remnii says: You know there are some places in the world I’m sure the doors can fit most people.
Victor Prestor says: I imagine you would. I’m certain where you once came from, the doors were of a sufficient height.
Remnii says: Everything on Draenor is big.

She shuts the door behind her.

Remnii says: I am sorry to startle you, there is no good way to start this conversation.

Victor apologizes, expressing this is normally not what women visit his room for. She looks around the the room, and observes that it’s a bit of a mess, and Victor himself looks a bit flustered. She sits on the desk that’s in the room.

Remnii says: No, that is not why I’m here. I… in an attempt to be, again, candid, I’ve lost a lot to come this far, and… I know something about it. I simply wanted to, I suppose, check in on you in a different capacity. And, again, you are free to tell me to go, Victor, but, in all of this, in your support network you do have, there is a… a lot of it revolves around Uther, does it not?

Victor is quiet for a moment and leans against the wall next to the window.

Victor Prestor says: And my mother, yes.

Remnii nods.

Victor Prestor says: I’m not sure how much you learned, but, my mother was… she was King Arthas’s elder sister. She was married off to my father before I was born. Yes. Uther and I have a friendship. A rivalry of sorts. He and I… I don’t know how many people I can say are my friends, Remnii. I’m a prince, so people want to know me because of what I am. I suppose Uther may be one of the few people who isn’t like that. And I don’t precisely have a close relationship with my father. And now that…

He shakes his head.

Victor Prestor says: I don’t know what’s going to happen next. So an astute observation, Remnii, yes. I’m quite alone.

Remnii thoughtfully drums her fingers on her leg.

Remnii says: I… bring this up because while our situations differ greatly, histories and species, I… I did want to ask you one question, perhaps, and it doesn’t need an answer. It’s there for you.
Victor Prestor says: Provided I can ask you one in return after.

Remnii nods.

Remnii says: Is there anything I can do for you? As a person, not a prince? I don’t know much about princes. But…

Victor furrows his brow for a moment. Remnii smiles.

Victor Prestor says: What stake do you have in this, Remnii? What do you get out of helping me? Out of helping Uther? This is not your home. Not your people. What good would come from helping me. You don’t even know me.
Remnii says: You know, up until now I have survived on the kindness of others. As much as this is not my home, draenei, what my people are, means ‘exiled ones’ in the closest translation. Draenor was not our home, yet it was. Somewhere on this plant, on this world, they are somewhere, I hope. And I have no one except for one other that came with me in Dalaran… it’s hard to say. Yet. Your world is filled with… everything is a mystery, but so much life, and health, and the Legion descends upon it as if it were their own. Using the race of another world they had nothing to do with. A war is going to rage on, backed by demons. Perhaps, long story short, the draenei one is a long one you, is what I get out of this is perhaps I find a home, and first off, the next I can find is a friend.

Victor sighs.

Victor Prestor says: You know, most people I assume, would want an army to fight these enemies of yours. But when you say it, I almost believe it. Almost.
Remnii says: If there were to be an army, i would be there too. An army does not make up one person, one place, or one thing. It’s a set of principal that others fight together on. It’s not a matter of people fighting your battles for you. Otherwise, I would have stayed in Lor-day-ron. I told you I would be candid. I hope there is a time to put the Legion down. Azeroth won once before, from what I heard. But I would never dream of being anywhere but with everyone else who might want to save a world with so much life and hope and goodness in its core.

Victor chuckles.

Victor Prestor says: I never… really understood people like you. I mean this in the best way possible. People who just bleed altruism and kindness. Goodness. People like you, like Uther--at times, though I suppose he has more machismo than you do. Like my mother. I can appreciate it, even if I can’t understand it. So yes, I suppose there is something you can do for me. I don’t know what it means, right now, or how long it’s going to take. But see this through to the end. Everything that happened today. The king. With my mother. Everything. Whoever is responsible for this, they are going to burn. And I can’t do it alone. If we can bring Uther’s father back alive, his kingdom will need him, and someday your army might too.

Remnii slides off the desk.

Remnii says: In all of this, Victor, I do intend to see it through. That I can promise you. Not only for the fact that it is the kindness of others which has gotten me this far, but because I wish to. And also, perhaps, in all of this, when times are darkest, and…

She gently picks up Victor’s hand, and Victor starts, but he allows her to take it. She clasps her hands over his.

Remnii says: In all of this, you are not alone. Don’t forget about yourself. A thirst for vengeance, to watch things burn… let that stoke, but don’t let it consume you. There is goodness in you. If everyone bled altruism, we wouldn’t get anywhere. That passion is just important, as we will need you, just as much as you need you.

Victor laughs and shakes his head.

Victor Prestor says: Once again, you have a way to almost make people believe the things you say.
Remnii says: Let my actions prove it.
Victor Prestor says: I have a feeling you will have quite the opportunity. In the days to come. I’ll try and remember what you said, for what it’s worth.
Remnii says: That’s all I can ask, beside the other thing I asked.

She squeezes his hand

Remnii says: I will let you go. If you need anything, come find me.
Victor Prestor says: I will. And if it were perhaps any other idea, I would ask if you wanted to stay the evening, but that’s not the wisest thing, at the moment.

He jokes, obviously.

Remnii smiles.

Remnii says: I will see you tomorrow, then.
Victor Prestor says: Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow. And do try not to tell anyone else about the fluster. I have a reputation to uphold.
Remnii says: Our secret.
Victor Prestor says: Yes. Our secret. Good evening.
Remnii says: Good night, Victor.

Remnii leaves.

November 28th

The next day, the sun rises. There is the sound of a light wind outside, and it becomes clear that a heavy coat of snow had fallen. The party takes one of the limited side rooms in the chapel to interrogate the dead bodies.

Vel uses major illusion to make the image of Camrus Bloodstar.

Velameestra Windrunner says: If they are a member of the Syndicate, them knowing this man should tell us as much.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I kind of want to know how you have this information.

Vel shrugs. Victor subtly clenches his teeth and mutters something beneath his breath. However, neither Gil nor Uther identify the guise of the man as the same one as the emaciated elf they saw in Durnholde so many months ago.

Remnii uses speak with dead to animate the body. A light enters the body, and its eyes and mouth gets an eerie glow, tendrils of light attaching to Remnii’s finger tips.

Illusion of Camrus Bloodstar: So. It appears it was a success. But with so many of our own casualties. What happened?

The body looks at the illusion, and it seems to recognize the man. In some way.

Deceased Assassin says: I don’t know. I’m not sure. The king followed the queen. I was run down before that. But loss was well within expected parameters.
Illusion of Camrus Bloodstar: And did any of our men escape. They didn’t check in yet.
Deceased Assassin says: I don’t know. Some chased the king. I was run down. But if they didn’t, loss was within expected parameters.
Illusion of Camrus Bloodstar: And the rendezvous point. It has remained the same, correct?
Deceased Assassin says: As long as the mage survived, that was a priority. He’s the one with the circle.
Illusion of Camrus Bloodstar: The mage did not survive. What was our backup point?
Deceased Assassin says: Back to base.
Illusion of Camrus Bloodstar: How did you plan to get there from clear over here?
Deceased Assassin says: Walking. Steal horses. The circle was our first bet. But I didn’t make it.

The strings fade, and the body slumps back against the wall of the chapel. The illusory Camrus stands by.

Velameestra Windrunner says: So it would appear it is the Syndicate.
Victor Prestor says: Of course it is. That narrows a few things down. Though from my knowledge, the Syndicate does not employ a great deal of magi. Alterac in general has a distrust of spell slingers. There are a small a number. It’s possible a number of the nobility have tricks up their sleeve. I know for a fact king Aiden’s daughter had some degree with spellcraft. But it wasn’t her. He referred to this mage as a he. From what I understand, these teleportation circles are not cheap.
Velameestra Windrunner says: No. Nor time conducive. It takes a year.
Victor Prestor says: Indeed. It took my sister a great deal of time to set one up in our castle. I suppose there could be one in some hidey hole in Alterac.
Remnii says: Discerning location will be most important to this next one.
Victor Prestor says: Any other thoughts before you start this?

There is no other concerns beyond a quick reminder of the focus for the questions, and Remnii puppets the second body.

Illusion of Camrus Bloodstar: So. It appears it was a success. But with so many of our own casualties. What happened?
Deceased Assassin says: Casualties were within expected parameters. If we succeeded, nothing happened.
Illusion of Camrus Bloodstar: Was the mission a success?
Deceased Assassin says: Can’t say. Our target crushed my rib cage before I could confirm it. He left me.
Illusion of Camrus Bloodstar: And who left you to die?
Deceased Assassin says: Holger.
Illusion of Camrus Bloodstar: And what injuries did Arthas sustain?
Deceased Assassin says: Quite a few from my weapons. Several more from the rest of the hits. But he was in fighting shape after he took me down. From there, Holger had to deal with him alone. Don’t know what happened then.
Illusion of Camrus Bloodstar: And where is Holger’s hideout now?

There’s a raspy laughter.

Deceased Assassin says: Assassins don’t even tell each other where our hideouts are.

The body falls limp, and Vel quickly dismisses the illusion.

Velameestra Windrunner says: Well, we got a name.

Gilveradin looks at Victor, who states he has no idea.

Later on, Vel speaks briefly to Gil about the news she received about Quel'delar and what that likely meant for its wielder, Thalorian. In the process, she also asked Gil to confirm her suspicions about Falstad so that she could contact him about telling Thal'ena if he was, in fact, associated with the dragons. Gil confirms, and Vel fires off a sending to Falstad.

Velameestra Windrunner says: Forgive my intrusion. Received news Thal'ena's father's sword is being wielded by an orc. If you can get word, she deserves to know.
Falstad Wildhammer says: Huewww. That’s a doozy. I’ll make sure the lass knows. If ye hear anything about her mother, let me know.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I’ll endeavor to do so. Thank you.

Gil also informs Vel, privately, of the raven's true identity so she doesn't freak out if Seria pops into existence later.

During the travel back, Vel coordinates with Sylvanas and Kael’thas to maybe get a representative from Quel’thalas at the meeting. Upon getting confirmation from Sylvanas it would be a wise idea, Vel manages to get a sending through to Kael'thas.

Kael'thas Sunstrider says: Noted. I’ll do what I can. I believe Pathaleon can accomplish such a feat. Two days time? We have things to do. Take care Velameestra.

November 29th

As the group gets 50 or so miles outside Last Crossing, Uther gets a sending, from none other than Anduin.

Anduin Wrynn says: Uther, I don’t know if you’re back in Last Crossing, but I’m more than a little concerned after Velameestra contacted me. Is everything alright?
Uther Menethil says: Not at all. Arthas taken. Keep secret. You’re being deliberately kept from the summit by unseen foe.
Anduin Wrynn says: That… is a lot to process, Uther. And it’s hard to believe. I’m so sorry. I can’t leave Stormwind right now. But I want to help. I’ll speak with my own trusted friends. See if I can learn anything. If your search takes you to Stormwind, please, let you know. I’ll tell you anything I learn.
Uther Menethil says: I will friend. Beware the seven-sided star, whatever that means. Found on note on one of the assailants. Seven-sided stars blinding the lions.
Anduin Wrynn says: So that’s what Velameestra was talking about. A cryptic message. If you are able to send me it in its entirety at some point, I can look into it.
Uther Menethil says: I’ll request that Velameestra relay the message in its entirety when we camp for the night.

November 30th

The group returns safely to Last Crossing in a silent procession. Marwyn meets the head of the procession, his eyes wide, as one of the knights brings Falric’s body off the horse. His armor was removed.

Marwyn says: You’re bloody kiddin’ me.

He shakes his head in disbelief, his jaw slack.

Marwyn says: There’s no way. How did ya let them best ya, old friend. That’s ridiculous.

Uther goes to Marwyn.

Uther Menethil says: At the very least, it will please you to know, he slew many before he was felled.
Marwyn says: Damn right he did. I was supposed to be the first one to go. Fuck. Get him tot he chapel. We’ll say blessings and get him prepared to be taken home, so he can be buried like a hero. Fuck.

Victor, carrying his mother’s body, makes his way directly to the center of the fort where the chapel is located. He says nothing, looking at his mother as he goes.

The other knights of the Silver Hand and leaders, look on, heads down and eyes closed or averted. The crowd slowly disperses, taking care of things they need to, as tomorrow was the war summit. There will be things that needed to happen in preparation.

Vel immediately seeks out Valeera as people disperse.

They have a brief conversation, and Vel hands over one of the bands of loyalty that she recovered, asking if Valeera could potentially look into it. She confirms that she could, as Vincent introduced her to a few contacts in Stratholme, but ultimately her network had been much better up in Silvermoon. She also admits that funds are starting to get a bit tight. Vel tells her that if she needs anything before she departs, just let her know.

Valeera mentions that she knew Queen Jaina had people in her employ that served as eyes and ears. Most royalty did. She muses upon potentially finding employment there, and Vel agrees it might be wise. She suggests that Uther would likely put in a good word for her, and Valeera admits she didn't want to bother him given what had transpired, but says it might be a good idea.

She thanks Vel again for getting the potion made for her, and also everything else that she and the rest of the group had done for her. Vel accepts the thanks, stating that what she could provide would end up helping them plenty in the days to come. They share a mutual promise that they would continue staying alive through this before Valeera goes off on her way.

Uther tries to fall back to prayer, but is restless, and goes to the sparring yard instead. Muradin is there.

Muradin Bronzebeard says: Hi lad. How ya holdin’ up?
Uther Menethil says: About as well as can be expected.
Muradin Bronzebeard says: Alright, Prince Uther, I didn’t ask for Prince Uther’s opinion, I asked for you. It’s alright, lad.
Uther Menethil says: I’m so angry, Muradin.
Muradin Bronzebeard says: You got every right to be. But these bastards… they took on a dozen of your best knights, a dozen of the best Alteraci knights, and your damned father. They want you to get angry. To make mistakes. That’s how they get you, when you can’t see the whole damned board. We’ll get your father back.
Uther Menethil says: We have to.
Muradin Bronzebeard says: Aye. We do. The fucker’s currently beating me in our sparring records, and that can’t happen. But you didn’t hear that from me. I don’t know where he’s at, or who took him, but when you find out, when I find our, and when the whole bleedin’ kingdom finds out, there will be hell to pay. It’s just findin’, that’s the hard part. Do what you can. You can count on ol’ Muradin, and everyone else. We’ll do what we have to, just like you will. Now pick up that hammer o’ yours. No sense letting those bad feelings cope up in side. Better to get them out.

Uther lifts the hammer.

Uther Menethil says: Well, full disclosure, Muradin, this is exactly why I came down here.
Muradin Bronzebeard says: You too lad? I ain’t surprised. Well lets toss it like we do in Ironforge then.
Uther Menethil says: I’ll like that.

Muradin smirks and takes a swig from a flask on his belt, then tosses it to Uther. Uther takes a drink and tosses it back. Muradin places it on his belt, and they have a good sparring session.

Gil goes to speak with Sylvanas in the midst of the elvish camp inside the fort. Lor’themar is just leaving, and he nods to Gil as he approaches.

Sylvanas is leaning against a table looking at the map. There’s a calendar with circles and projected dates of when the ban’dinoriel may drop.

Sylvanas Windrunner says: Gilveradin. Welcome back. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you first arrived.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Didn’t stay for very long, so it worked out.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: If I’m to be completely candid, Gil, I’m surprised to see you back here.

Gil half-smiles.

Gilveradin Windrunner says: I got that from your tone.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: I assume you found something. Voldana’s girl… she… brought me the report and informed me of what happened. Is this true?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Yeah, she… just admitted it.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: Heh. I… suppose I did not realize just how desperate our own people could become. I was always focused on our matters. I never turned my attention that far south. You have my apologies, Gilveradin.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: The fault isn’t yours alone.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: Oh, certainly not, no. But it is still with me, and it was not your responsibility to be tied into such a sordid affair. In time I will do what I can to make amends to Ranger Jalinde. But she is clever. She didn’t technically disobey an order, did she? I hope you’ve learned a couple of lessons from this, Gilveradin.

Gil nods.

Gilveradin Windrunner says: I have definitely learned to endeavor not to forget.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: The scars that run between our people and the trolls is older than you or I by a great deal. No matter what we do, no matter how you feel, some people will never change their minds. Does that make them wrong? Does that make you right? I don’t think I’m qualified to say. Indeed, perhaps the only reason I gave them that chance is because of you. The Darkspears. Because you were bold enough to bring one of them to the heart of Silvermoon. Only a fool would try something like that. And yet you did. Admirable. Foolish. But admirable. Perhaps if that same tribe didn’t follow through on that promise and help rescue Alleria’s son, my nephew, perhaps I would not have given them such a pardon, and Jalinde may not have lashed out in such a way. Perhaps I would not be condemning her for those actions, were it not for you. Gil. What do you want?

Gil considers for a few moments.

Gilveradin Windrunner says: I suppose I just want people to be able to live… and all of us, without being at each other’s throats.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: Even the orcs?

Gil pauses.

Gilveradin Windrunner says: We ultimately don’t know enough about them. We know the demons have been using them, but we don’t know how far that extent is.

Sylvanas sighs. Heavily. And stands up from the table.

Gilveradin Windrunner says: Ranger-General, make no mistake, I have no intention of just freely letting them go. I understand we’re in a war.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: I’m not afraid of such things, Gilveradin. You’re many things, but a traitor is not one. And though you’re a fool, you’re not stupid. You know better than to allow someone who would kill to walk free without any amount of caution. But. Gil. This all ties back to my question to you. You can be a great many things. You’re young. You’re capable. You’re talented among many. You’re the only one who has rivaled me, and someday you could become the Ranger-General, and on that day, I would gladly surrender my position if I saw you as worthy. You would make a fantastic ranger in a couple of years, and a ranger-captain after that. But Gil, I fear that spark would not make that journey. You could very well prove me wrong. You’ve done so this far. I can never understand the way that you look at people of any race or creed. But you can look at an altogether pathetic creature, like Rai, and see an ally or friend, and not just pity or a vermin. That makes you unique, Gilveradin, and that uniqueness, that spark, that is what your friends saw. What the dragons saw. What I’m asking you, is what you want? Do you want to continue being a Farstrider. Do you want to someday become a ranger, and perhaps someday lead our people as I do? To be a sentinel to a people of Quel’Thalas? Or do you want to be something else? Something I can’t even fathom. There are so many paths to take, and while you are an excellent Farstrider, you could be… something that I can’t begin to imagine. A mercenary? There are plenty of companies, and many would pay a great sum for you, and you would enjoy more freedom I could ever promise you in our order. I had no intention of discharging you, I just don't want you to make a mistake based on obligations you believe you need to be followed. You can help our people, and me, without wearing the green and gold. But should you choose to stay within our number, I will never question you again. But you’re going to have to choose. And if you remain, I’m going to count on you. More than before. Do you understand what I mean?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I… never considered… being anything else. I chose this… because I wanted to help.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: I know, Gilveradin. And you’ve done nothing but help. But if you want to help everyone, if you want that dream of yours to come true, if you want to help all people so that someday all people could live peacefully together, if you want that to ever come to fruition, can you follow our code? Can you be a protector of Quel’Thalas and its people? Can you allow that favoritism to color your judgement? I want you to see that dream. I want you to prove to me, and everyone else, that we’re wrong. If anyone can do it, it would be you. And if you’re concerned, I highly doubt my opinion of you will change regardless of your path. Nathanos, however, I cannot make any promises.

She smiles.

Sylvanas Windrunner says: Regardless of what you choose, you’re still my nephew. That you don’t have a choice in, ultimately.

Gil looks entirely lost for words.

Sylvanas Windrunner says: I will need an answer by sundown tomorrow.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I’ll have plenty of time to, uh… consider the entire path of my life.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: Things are moving quickly, Gilveradin. Your life has always moved quickly, and it will only get faster. I want to give you more time, but something tells me you won’t have that. I’m glad that you’re safe. Our family needs to stick together as much as we can.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: If I choose this other path, won’t it take me away?
Sylvanas Windrunner says: From me perhaps, yes, but I have a feeling your path will take you from me regardless, Gilveradin. But that does not mean that I’m far. No one is. Even Vereesa, through that shield, fighting for her life in the heart of the city. Alleria, wherever she is in the wilderness, protecting our king. Arator, praying perhaps, not more than a few tents away for all that I know. Rhonin or his sons in Dalaran. Turalyon, fighting alongside Vereesa. Your father. Your sister. And you. The winds will lead us back to each other. ‘Tis fate. Or perhaps just good luck.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I’ll have an answer for you then.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: I know you will.

There’s a sound behind them, and ranger-captain Brightwing peeks his head in.

Halduron Brightwing says: Ranger-General, a word?
Sylvanas Windrunner says: Of course. I’ll speak with you later, Gilveradin. Get some rest. I think you’ll need it regardless.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Of course. But before you go… You said you didn’t know where I got from my viewpoint of the world.

Sylvanas raises an eyebrow.

Gilveradin Windrunner says: I learned it from you and aunt Vereesa and aunt Alleria. The way you treat others around you. Both of my uncles, for instance.

Sylvanas smiles.

Sylvanas Windrunner says: Never change, Gilveradin. Regardless of everything. You have to keep that. Whether or not that’s an order, that’s up to you.

She chuckles.

Gilveradin smiles and then turns and leaves.

He heads over to meet up with his dad, and as he does, he hears and feels someone watching him. He casts a glance back, and it’s clear he’s being followed. As he turns, the figure ducks into a stable nearby.

There is a girl he has never seen before. Maybe his age, or a little younger. She’s an elf with reddish strawberry-blonde hair, and she seems to be wearing common work clothes. She has stable hand things on.

Gil just waits outside the stable. She peeks her head out, and she is startled, seeing that he immediately saw her. Now caught, she asks if he was Gilveradin Windrunner.

Gil nods.

Kaise Phoenixlight says: It is you! I saw you talk to the Ranger-General, and you looked the right age. I can’t believe it’s you. I heard you had come in. I head about you, and you’re amazing, and… you’re a bit shorter than I thought you would be, but I guess that’s just how my brother was talking. I swear you were, like, wow, the way he was talking. But. I’m Kaise.

She holds a hand out.

Gilveradin Windrunner says: Was your brother the one I… caught?
Kaise Phoenixlight says: Oh! You mean the guys he was hanging out with. Yeah, he’s over with the dragonhawks feeding them. He probably will speak with you. He really wanted to thank you.

Gilveradin takes her hand and shakes it. Kaise leads him off, shouting for her brother, Par.

A young man materializes, wearing much more humble clothes than he once was. It’s Parvaen, the young man that Gil had spared.

Parvaen Phoenixlight says: Kaise, I’m busy, what-- oh. It’s you. It’s me! I’m Parvaen Phoenixlight. You may not remember me--
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I do.
Parvaen Phoenixlight says: Oh, you do. Well, hey. It’s good to see you, with a lot less bows drawn and… uh, well, we’re finished up here anyway.

He stands up.

Parvaen Phoenixlight says: I really just wanted to thank you again. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be up there, or worse, responsible for destroying our home. You got me out of a bind, and I probably would have killed you… I told Kaise everything.
Kaise Phoenixlight says: He’s right. And he’s never going to do anything so stupid again.
Parvaen Phoenixlight says: I wanted to say something at the ranch, but you sort of got shooed away too quick. You probably didn’t see me. I was one of the jockies at Andillien. I saw you speaking with the noble. I was going to say something after the race, but you were already gone.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I was a fugitive at the time.
Parvaen Phoenixlight says: I heard. I’m glad that came to be a bunch of bullshit. Sorry.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: You don’t need to censor around me.
Parvaen Phoenixlight says: If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be trapped behind that bubble. Whatever you said, the boss sent me and a bunch of hawkstriders to Fort Crossing. I wonder if he had an idea this might happen. Nevertheless, the Remnant has gotten a lot more mounts than they could have hoped. Not many were able to flee, but at least we have some sort of a cavalry, at least, until we can bust the rest out of the city.
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I’m just happy to see you found something.
Parvaen Phoenixlight says: Truth be told, I always wanted to be a dragonhawk rider. I guess it’s kind of nice I can learn those skills. I haven’t lost a finger yet! But thanks again. If there’s anything I can ever do, I’ll never forget what you did. You’re a good person Gil, and I’m not going to let you forget that. If there’s anything I can do, just ask, alright?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: I’ll be sure to let you know.
Parvaen Phoenixlight says: I don’t know how much I can help, but still. Hey, if you’re not doing anything later, there’s a nice tavern. I imagine it’ll be pretty busy, but perhaps you’d like to get a drink? On me?
Gilveradin Windrunner says: Sure.
Kaise Phoenixlight says: I want to come too!
Parvaen Phoenixlight says: Alright. Just try not to break our budget.
Kaise Phoenixlight says: I should say the same to you, brother.
Parvaen Phoenixlight says: Anyways. Yeah. I need to take care of a few things, but I’ll be here.

They part ways.

He does, then goes and finishes his path to his dad and sister. Vel, meanwhile, had immediately given her dad a hug upon seeing him. Which takes him by surprise, and he immediately dotes on her, making sure that she’s eating and such.

Later that night, Gil drags Loania and Lieran to the bar to meet with Parvaen.

Remnii had overheard a conversation that Victor had had with some of the bishops at the chapel. He has been in a bit of a heated debate with Natalie.

Victor Prestor says: I don’t care that I don’t have it right now. I know that you and your other priests have enough to try. I’m the prince, I’m going to go to the troops of Alterac, and I assure you, they will compensate you for it tenfold. Please, do not let Alterac go without its queen.
Natalie Seline says: I can’t make any promises to you. There’s about to be a war, and these are in high priority.

It goes back and forth for about two hours. Finally, Natalie calls him back in.

Natalie Seline says: Prince Victor, your highness. We’ve decided to give it a try. Tomorrow, at dawn. Ultimately, you’re correct, I’m certain King Prestor will sanction such a thing as soon as he hears of it. We will try to give a second chance to your mother. Get some rest.

Victor thanks Natalie, and then leaves, and seems somewhat relieved.

Remnii’s eyes follow Victor out. Victor doesn’t see her, but it’s obvious that he’s crying. However, he looks in better spirits, but he clearly doesn’t want anyone to see him crying.

Natalie comes out after him, looking exhausted.

Remnii nods to her, and then follows Victor, not quiet at all. Victor stops and glances back to her.

Victor Prestor says: Ah, Remnii, I didn’t see you there.
Remnii says: Your head has been down for a number of hours.
Victor Prestor says: Sorry. A lot on my mind.

Remnii nods.

Remnii says: Understandably.
Victor Prestor says: They are going to try and bring her back tomorrow morning. I don’t know how any of this works.

He winces and grabs the side of his head.

Victor Prestor says: I suppose I’ll just have to try my best, whatever that means.
Remnii says: You’ve been holding your head since you left.
Victor Prestor says: Just a headache. I think I… was holding my breath too long. Maybe not enough water.
Remnii says: Have you eaten today? Have you drank anything?
Victor Prestor says: Likely not enough as I should.
Remnii says: First step of caring for others is caring for yourself. While I will not feed you, I will cure your headache.

She uses lesser restoration, cupping the side of his head.

Victor Prestor says: You know, some people are into that. But that does feel better, I know that much.
Remnii says: I’m glad.
Victor Prestor says: perhaps I should go and get something to eat.
Remnii says: Do you want company?
Victor Prestor says: I hear the tavern inside the fort has good food. I need to cough up about 300 gold, but I think I can manage a meal. And perhaps you’ll help me tomorrow? I don’t know how this works, but perhaps the one best equipped to aid me is the one that brought my cousin back from the dead.

They head off to the tavern, and they end up seeing Gil, Parvaen, and the others there.

Victor Prestor says: And Gilveradin Windrunner is surrounded by three beautiful women. I see nothing has changed.
Remnii says: Is this a common occurrence?
Victor Prestor says: Enough to make a man jealous.

There are some dirty looks from both Parvaen and Lieran.

Seria has just been flitting around as a bird, taking stock of the camp and starting rivalries with nearby sparrows. She flies once or twice over the elf camp, looking maybe for something. Like black hair, or an unusually tall elf.

However, she doesn’t find anything.

After training, Uther spies Valeera leaning against one of the buildings. She’s watching, and she waves at him, and meets him halfway.

Uther Menethil says: Good evening, Valeera.
Valeera Sanguinar says: Hey.
Uther Menethil says: How are you feeling?
Valeera Sanguinar says: Heh. I was going to try really hard not to ask you the same. I’m sure you’ve heard that enough.
Uther Menethil says: Well, to answer the unasked question, I’m doing much better. Muradin was helpful.

He rolls his shoulder.

Uther Menethil says: Maybe a little too helpful.
Valeera Sanguinar says: You know, I’d offer a massage, but I feel like there’s a certain someone that would be upset.
Uther Menethil says: I believe you have the right of it.
Valeera Sanguinar says: I’ll leave that to her. Though I’m sure she’s not quite as good as I am, but I’m sure she’ll learn.
Uther Menethil says: You seem in better spirits.
Valeera Sanguinar says: Yeah, I guess having something to do. I talked to Vel. She told me what happened. She gave me one of these.

She flips the ring up.

Valeera Sanguinar says: I’m going to try and see what I can learn. And I guess I did have a quick question.
Uther Menethil says: OF course.
Valeera Sanguinar says: I’m aware your mother has people that look into things. You don’t think she’s hiring, do you?
Uther Menethil says: Can always ask.
Valeera Sanguinar says: I’ll do that. After all… a certain prince might have a bit of a good reference for me, at least I hope. And honestly, if there’s anything I can do to help you, I will.
Uther Menethil says: I’ll let you know. And I’ll see to it my mother receives my recommendation.
Valeera Sanguinar says: That means a lot. Someday when you’re king, maybe… maybe I’ll be real proud to serve the crown. But that’s not gonna be for a while, because we’re going to get to the bottom of this. I don’t know how. But. We’ll manage.
Uther Menethil says: We have that in common, whenever I do take the crown. I very much doubt I’ll know how.
Valeera Sanguinar says: I suppose we’ll have to figure it out. One way or another.
Uther Menethil says: I believe we will. I know we will.
Valeera Sanguinar says: By the way. If you’re worried. Vel. Vel took care of the problem. You know. The one that the strange man helped with. Meryl. I can still hear it. But. I have the tonic now, and I know the recipe, so if Vel can’t make it, I can find someone to whip me up another batch. To keep this bastard in line.
Uther Menethil says: That does ease my mind. And… the risk of repeating myself once more, I am sorry.
Valeera Sanguinar says: I’ve uh… had worse roommates in my life. If you can believe it.
Uther Menethil says: I’m almost too terrified to ask.
Valeera Sanguinar says: I’ll catch you around, Uther. Get some rest.
Uther Menethil says: You do the same. And again. Thank you.

Valeera smiles and gives a half-mock half-real salute before spinning on her heel and heading back into the streets.

When Uther gets back, Vittoria was already in their tent waiting, and she immediately pulls him in for a hug.

Uther Menethil says: Easy. Muradin worked me over well. And thoroughly.
Vittoria Trollbane says: Is there something I need to know about?

She gives a smirk.

Uther Menethil says: Only that I don’t know if I know anyone capable of swinging a hammer so hard.
Vittoria Trollbane says: I’ll, ah, a dozen and a half inappropriate jokes came to mind, but I can’t pick one, so I’ll keep it to myself right now.
Uther Menethil says: Thanks for being here.
Vittoria Trollbane says: Nowhere else I’d rather be. And I ain’t exactly a qualified masseuse, but…

She tries to work some knots out. As Valeera predicted, it’s not quite as practiced, but her hands are much bigger and much stronger.

December 1st

Early the next morning, there is a runner to Uther’s tent. Victor had requested his presence at the chapel, as they were going to try and raise Calia.

Vittoria asks if Uther wants her to come, and he says she’s welcome, but he sees no harm in her keeping the bed warm. Vittoria stays behind.

Remnii receives a similar awakening.

The rest of the party had heard word. Gil goes to show his emotional support, and sees his sister waiting outside. He asks if she’s going to go in, and she says no. There’s a look about her that silently indicates she feels it’s a bad idea.

Uther also sees her.

Uther Menethil says: You know. This is my business. But I respect your privacy.
Velameestra Windrunner says: … I’ll be here if you need me.
Uther Menethil says: I know you will.

He goes in.

Inside, Calia is lain in one of her dresses--one of the ones she was not attacked in. All the things that were important to her are also on her person. Remnii is already inside praying. Victor is pacing back and forth.

Then Natalie enters, along with Sally Mograine.

Natalie Seline says: It’s time. May the Light guide all of us, as best as it can.

She makes her way to the altar and instructs everyone to stand around it. Then she begins the lengthy ritual.

Uther steps forward, and beseeches the Light for this endeavor, offering prayers while Remnii prays to guiding each of those that are helping to bring Calia back.

Gil also steps forward.

Gilveradin Windrunner says: I can’t say that I knew Queen Calia well, but I know that void when someone is gone.

He holds a hand out, and green flame starts to trail from his fingers.

Gilveradin Windrunner says: Hopefully I can help in my own way.

The candles take on that green light for a moment, bathing the room with the prayers and the light of life.

Victor then steps forward.

Victor Prestor says: I have never been… a particularly pious man. But if the Light is listening, if the Light can do anything, any one single thing, please let me see my mother again. Let me see her smile. Let me know her love. I… I am lost without her.

They continue for the better part of an hour as they sit, and wait, and focus.

Finally, after the fatigue of such a lengthy spell begins to wear on the group, an hour passes. And they watch as the Light that had been growing and growing around Calia ignites. She is surrounded by a circle of golden energy.

The Light still burns bright in the candles, and the pillar of light grows so bright it becomes nearly blinding to watch, as her body is consumed by it.

As the Light fades, slowly, suddenly it’s contained purely to Calia’s body. Her unconscious form now purely made of sunlight. Gradually it dims, and her features become visible once more.

There’s a glow beneath her lifeless cheek, and gradually it fades.

And her eyes open.

She sits up in a start.

Calia Prestor yells: No! Please!

She touches the altar and herself.

Calia Prestor says: Where am I? Where is it? Where?

She looks around. Natalie offers a smile.

Natalie Seline says: Welcome back, your majesty.

Victor nearly trips as he clamors to his feet and throws her arms around Calia. Almost stunned, still looking around, Calia’s arms wrap around Victor, who is now sobbing.

Calia Prestor says: It’s okay. It’s okay Victor. I’m back. I’m back.

She looks about to everyone else in the room, and she smiles. It’s a sad smile. And she embraces Victor tighter. After a time, Victor’s sobbing calms, and he gives her some space.

Natalie Seline says: It’s a taxing ritual, your highness. Give your mother some space.

Calia turns, sitting on the edge of the altar. She looks about to everyone.

Calia Prestor says: Thank you… all of you. I don’t know what to say.

She looks exhausted, but she’s alive. Uther has tears welling in his eyes.

Uther Menethil says: Harrowing experience, isn’t it?
Calia Prestor says: Yes. Yes. Not one that I am keen to repeat.
Uther Menethil says: You won’t have to.

Uther also gives her a hug.

Natalie speaks up.

Natalie Seline says: Now that it is complete, it may be wise to get more rest, and prepare for the meeting to come. We have a busy day, and your majesty, you should get some sleep. I’ll speak with you after you’ve rested.

Calia nods.

Calia Prestor says: I… I suppose I would like to know what all happened. After… after… after my death. Do you have my things here also?
Natalie Seline says: Yes. We’ve assembled them here for you.
Calia Prestor says: Good. I’m glad. Thank you. Thank you. Yes. I think I should get some rest.

She smiles again at the group.

Calia Prestor says: I’ll speak to you all after I can walk without tripping over myself.

Victor sniffles, and then stands up.

Victor Prestor says: Sleep well, mother. If you need anything, please, I’ll be right there.
Calia Prestor says: I know dear. Someone should send word to your father. I assume he knows, or someone will be letting him know.
Victor Prestor says: Of course. We’ll send a message. I’ll get right on that. I’ll see you later mother, I’ll check up on you soon.
Sally Mograine says: I believe now would be a good time to give the patient space. I’ll see all of you at the summit.
Uther Menethil says: Indeed.

The group leaves, and is greeted by an expectant crowd. Their expressions say everything, and there is a quiet sigh of relief and some cheers.

Victor puts his hand on Uther’s shoulder, as well as Gil’s.

Victor Prestor says: Thank you. Both of you.

Uther grabs his wrist and pulls him into a hug. Victor laughs.

Victor Prestor says: What say you we get your father back now. Only fair, right?
Uther Menethil says: No need for thanks, cousin. We’re family.

Victor looks at Remnii for a brief moment, and then he looks at Vel, noting that she was there.

Gilveradin Windrunner says: Just happy to help.
Victor Prestor says: I don’t know what you did, Gilveradin, but it helped. She’s alive.

Victor says he needs to get out of the public eye and he starts to go through the crowd. He looks at Vel again, and he gives her a nod. She offers a small, sad smile, and nods back, before slipping into the crowd.

With the summit on the horizon, Vel sends a message to Kael’thas, and there is a telepathic bond connected from Pathaleon.

He greets her, and expresses that she has been quite a remarkable woman in the short time he has known her, which was about as long as she had been in Silvermoon. He complimented her on her show at the magister’s summit, and expressed that the magistrate could use someone like her in the future.

However, they make final arrangements, and he expresses that anything the king says is not to be altered, which Vel assures him that she had no intention. He reassures her that he was not accusing her of such a thing, it was simply a formality on the matter.

The group heads into a section of what might have been Lord Cross’s office. It has since been changed into a war room.

Garithos is present, as is Grand Marshal Luc Valonforth. Danath is there, as well as the Kul Tirans. The first thing they hear is Garithos speaking.

Othmar Garithos says: If there’s not been a ransom, there’s going to be a ransom. Eventually whoever kidnapped the king of Lordaeron will send it, and then we can send it, and get him back.

He continues to go on about potential motivations, and expresses if this was just an assassination, they would have done away with him with the knights and queen.

Luc Valonforth says: Yet the fact that none have received such a ransom yet is troubling. I suppose it’s possible it was sent directly to the queen, but, not to mention we have the refugees to worry about. Regardless, this ransom will likely be a king’s sum, and that king’s sum won’t care for our people.
Othmar Garithos says: When that barrier falls, I’m sure the elves that pour through will have riches to share with the people that helped them.
Luc Valonforth says: I doubt they will have a ransom when they are fleeing their homeland, Baron Garithos.

The group all gathers. Those present include: Highlord Saidan Dathrohan and Renault Mograine as well as Gavinrad the Dire. The Church have Sally Mograine and Nataline Seline. Lordaeron are Ashwynn, Marwyn, Garithos, Grand Marshal Luc Valonforth. Alterac is Victor. Dalaran is Lan’dalock and Ranger-Captain Elsia. Quel’thalas is Lor’themar, Sylvanas, Halduron Brightwing, Nathanos, and Esara. Stromgarde is Vittora, Danath, Marshall Radulf Leder. Kul Tiras is Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore, Brannon Stormsong, and Emery Camden. Ironforge is Muradin.

Vel pings Pathaleon, and an image of what is to be presented is overlayed over her mind’s eye. There is Pathaleon himself, as well as Kael’thas, Rommath, Alleria, and a ranger named Anya. Vel transmits what she sees back, so Pathaleon can do a similar thing to what she’s doing.

As the figures appear, much to everyone's surprise, Esara smirks and gives Vel a thumbs up, and Lan’dalock also gives her a “not bad” nod upon realizing what was happening.

Highlord Saidan Dathrohan says: Alright. Everyone quiet down. Is everyone accounted for?

Uther notes Ashwynn is not present. Her whereabouts are asked about, and Uther sends someone to look for her, but someone then appears with an apology. She expressed she had to see an old friend who had recently recovered.

It’s Jaina, wearing the nicest robes and cloaks she can. There is a smile on her face. To her left is Ashwynn, who is not wearing her old armor--it’s armor that indicates her new status as leader of the royal guard. Falric’s blade is hanging at her hip, which had been gifted to Falric by Arthas before.

Ashwynn nods to Uther, and he smiles back.

Behind them is Mia Greymane, and Rafia, her handmaiden.

Jaina expresses that there are things she felt that she can add, and right now, she felt she needed to be here, especially in light of Arthas’s disappearance.

Highlord Saidan Dathrohan says: Aye. Right, your majesty. With that, I believe everyone is present. I need not waste everyone’s time with speaking about why we are present. War is roaring on our boundaries, and the Alliance needs to have a response. Representatives from every kingdom are present, save Stormwind. We received excuses from King Varian as to why his representatives are not present, and those will have to do. Everyone here has their own concerns. Everyone in this room has their own people to care about, and we are here to speak about what is beyond that barrier. Several of those people are here, including his majesty King Kael’thas, who is able to listen in thanks to the joint magics of the magistrate and the Kirin Tor. How this is possible, I don’t pretend to understand.

There’s a small chuckle in the room.

Saidan then mentions it may be best to introduce the draenei in the room, and he draws attention to Remnii.

Highlord Saidan Dathrohan says: I am to understand that you have been in the custody of these orcs for several years, and your people have been hunted by these green skin marauders that have beset upon the city of Silvermoon. I suppose, if that is true, then we should give you the opportunity to speak first.
Remnii says: Very well.

Remnii stands and heads to the appropriate location.

Remnii says: Some of you have me at a disadvantage. As the highlord has stated, I hail not from here originally, but I hail from Draenor, the homeland of the orcs. By your calendar, approximately 50 years have gone by since my people were at war with the orcs. While my people fled, not everyone made it out. I have seen great and terrible things from them, in the past and now. They are a deeply tribal species. Blood runs thick. Clan is important. And the Horde of which you see marching now are quick to move, quick to fight. Strong. And you have likely heard tell. The Horde numbers easily over 20,000 orcs. All trapped in the ban’dinoriel. Corrupted with demon blood, many will do as their demon lords command. I would open the floor for questions.
Lan’dalock says: You say demon masters. These orcs are enslaved to demonic forces?

Remnii nods.

Lan’dalock says: I see. That alone is troublesome.
Remnii says: They call themselves the Burning Legion. A force that has carried on long beyond the Great Dark Beyond. A force my people have been reckoning with for well over 25,000 years.
Lan’dalock says: That’s a great deal of time. I commend your people for surviving.
Remnii says: It is by the Light that we do.
Danath Trollbane says: Ya said 20,000?
Remnii says: If not more.
Danath Trollbane says: So probably more.
Remnii says: Definitely more. I watched them gather before the portal.
Danath Trollbane says: That can’t be good.
Remnii says: It’s not. Of this I can assure you.
Danath Trollbane says: You’ve seen them fight, obviously. You’ve witnessed our folk, both human and elf. Now each one of these greenskinned giants. They, uh… how do you think they compare.
Remnii says: if I am to speak frankly, they are double if not triple the size of an average human.
Danath Trollbane says: We can’t be blessed with the same height of the highlord.

Remnii nods.

Remnii says: They are a mighty species. And I… fighting styles I would call closer to the elves. They do not amass in armies like draenei or humans.

Alleria then speaks up via the illusion Vel is projecting.

Alleria Windrunner says: I can attest to that. An unexpected large number escaped outside the ban’dinoriel. They are dangerous, unpredictable, and when gathered in large numbers they wash over like wildfire.

Remnii nods.

Remnii says: I agree. Well said.

Alleria nods.

Rommath Pyrewing says: To make matters worse. If word has not reach all of you, the grand magister has been killed. With him, the ban’dinoriel will fall much faster. We were hoping to glean a few months, if not half a year. That won’t be the case. If we’re lucky, we have three months. Every mage that is killed is another day, or another week, that we don’t have.
Kael'thas Sunstrider says: The grand magister is correct. We don’t have a great deal of time, and we are not prepared to evacuate. We have a number of vessels to get people to Sunsail Anchorage and beyond, and likewise, we have communicated with those outside the barrier. We have coordinated as best we can, but there have been complications. While the orcs have not yet reached them, there are other issues. Unexpected ones.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: Do you care to extrapolate, your majesty?
Kael'thas Sunstrider says: Our scouts beyond the second elf gate have reported some strange anomaly near the mother tree. It seems to be some sort of convalescence of necrotic energy. We believe the connection between Thas’alah and the Sunwell is seeping through it, and killing the forests around it. As soon as we can, we will be looking into it. Safely. But if there is something there that is as much a threat to the north… But our scouts have been unable to get close. The atmosphere is biting cold even through the ban’dinoriel’s eternal spring, and there have been elemental guardians seemingly intent on protecting whatever this confluence is.
Remnii says: With the orcs, and the demons, that orchestrate much of this, come things darker, deeper, than what I would wish to share. Yet, what you are describing, there is a… a weapon. I witnessed.

Remnii sighs.

Remnii says: As the portal was opening, an orc, an unusual orc, made way with a demonic weapon of great power by the name of Frostmourne.
Muradin Bronzebeard says: Aye, seems these demons are right on the nose with naming.
Remnii says: It will not be the end. That said, never have I witnessed such an evil item. A great sword. I was privy to witness the demon hands that forged it. A tothrezim as they are known. If it is such a weapon, be careful, it will kill.

She looks to the projected elves.

Remnii says: It will promise great power, and it will strip you of what you love most.
Kael'thas Sunstrider says: Duly noted. If such a dangerous weapon is on the loose, it must be contained, especially if this orc you mentioned is wielding it.
Remnii says: The opening between our worlds was unstable, so I cannot say with absolute confidence, but if it is, please be aware.
Kael'thas Sunstrider says: Understood. I will heed your warning, Remnii. If this threatens our people it will be dealt with. The Thalassian Pass is the only way for us to reliably escape outside the sea, and the Mother Tree is right to the west of it. If this Frostmourne is destroying a forest in the area, and cutting off one of our only exits, thousands will be killed. It will need to be destroyed or contained, but we appreciate your warning.
Remnii says: It is the least I can do.
Lor’themar Theron says: I have another question for you, Remnii. What do these orcs want? Is it purely because their demonic masters commanded them?
Remnii says: Upon the Legion’s arrival on Draenor, the world we originally come from, the world is dying with fel corruption. Animals. Plants. The earth itself cries from what I understand. There is no future, and yet, as I mentioned, fueled upon demon blood, what was once a… more quiet species have been brought to value conquest even more. Since the war with my people began and ended, conquest has become a mantra for them. While not all, many. Of course opinions will differ. Yet those voices will be lost in the din of the Legion. And at the moment, I am remiss to say, for many involved, the thrill of conquering a new world has been sold to them by the Legion, and many have wholeheartedly bit.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: During my flight, I encountered another creature. Twice the size of the green skins. Muscular. Pale skinned. Some had horns, some had more than one head.
Remnii says: Ogres. Some are the remains of a large nation that was brought to heel under the self-same nation.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: They are not above conscripting.
Remnii says: Orcs will take slaves. My people come in two varieties. One is like me, and-- could you conjure an image of Raluhi, please.

She looks at Vel, and the elf complies, summoning an image of the broken draenei before the gathered people.

Remnii says: The krokul. You will see many taken as slaves. They will conscript. Take slaves.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: That is most troubling. Good that perhaps there is hope for some civilians in the barrier, but more troubling when the barrier drops. The remnants of the Amani are still in Quel’Thalas. If the Horde is able to conscript this remnant… the Amani trolls could have what they need to strike back, or worse, they could try to reclaim Lordaeron, as it too was once theirs. They may respect the strength of these orcs to be able to crush us so completely.
Alleria Windrunner says: Not completely. We fight still, and we will not stop.
Sylvanas Windrunner says: She is right, but our nose has been bloodied, and they will recognize it. Either they will turn their aggression toward the orcs, or they will see kindred. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We can hope the Light will bless us with the former, not the latter, but we must be prepared for anything. Are there any other questions for Miss Remnii?
Highlord Saidan Dathrohan says: I think many do, but many have heard what you shared with others.
Remnii says: As long as I am present, you are welcome to find me, and I am not hard to find. That said, I would like to present a number of key targets.
Muradin Bronzebeard says: Hueee. Now we're talkin'.
Remnii says: While the orcs have many clans, and many chieftains among those clans, there are a few that are at the forefront at everything evil the Legion can bring. So, if you grant me another moment.

She motions to Vel, as the pair of them had discussed this particular part of the summit, and Vel herself had seen many of the targets in Shaspira's vision previously.

Remnii says: First, the warchief of the Horde.

Vel manifests an image of Blackhand.

Remnii says: He is the chieftain of the Blackrock clan, and he too is… the chief of the chieftains. A mighty warrior. But one who has… reigned for some time. He, if there is any dissonance amidst the orcs themselves, will be among the first to try and quash it.

Vel then presents Gul’dan.

Remnii says: Likely the most important orc I can present. Gul’dan. One of the epicenters of the Burning Legion’s presence with the orcish people. He is a powerful warlock, and his clan, the Stormreavers, are...though it pales in comparison to what the humans have, they are well gifted in fel magics, but also savvy on the water. The ogres are also good naval fighters. But if Gul’dan were to fall, a gaping hole in the Horde would immediately form. Two demons you should be aware of as well. While the orcish threat is immediate, please keep these demons there. As they will seek to push the orcs further and further into evil as they move behind the scenes.

Vel presents the pit lord, Azgalore.

Remnii says: Azgalore. What is called a pit lord. There are a number of them beyond the portal. But Azgalore made a fast escape into Azeroth.
Lor'themar Theron says: So that’s what that creature is.
Remnii says: He is dangerous.
Lor'themar Theron says: He drove a direct line through Silvermoon. He is a force of nature.
Remnii says: I would have you know, amongst his kin, he is not the strongest, so do be careful if he is sighted. And lastly, I present one more.

Vel manifests Shaspira. Both Remnii and Vel look uncomfortable.

Remnii says: The White Tyrant. I pray you do not invoke her name, save for once to know it. Her name is Shaspira. And she… working directly for the Legion, her goal is to assimilate every species across the stars that would join the Legion. And to ensure no remnants of their culture remain. As she is working amidst the orcish people.
Velameestra Windrunner says: And she’s the one that forced the portal to open.
Remnii says: This I can confirm. While there are others, these are the most pressing. I am happy to speak of more later.
Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore says: I do have one more question. You mentioned that there are others. Do you know where any of your kin are?
Remnii says: Some are with the orcs as long-term slaves. The rest of the draenei are… while they escaped Draenor, I was separated. I know they are here on your world somewhere. Another reason I came to find you, yet everyone I have asked has not seen them thus far. At the moment, I am one of the only ones. I sent a transmission before I left Draenor, and it did find its mark.
Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore says: I find it shocking we had not encountered them if they are on this world. I suppose it’s possible they are elsewhere. Another island. Another continent. Northrend. Somewhere else.
Remnii says: If anyone says anyone, including one of the krokul, let me know.
Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore says: How long ago were you separated.
Remnii says: They came to your world through the Great Dark Beyond, not through a portal. The Exodar… I was separated from the rest of my people approximately 15 years ago now.
Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore says: 15 years… what is this Exodar?
Remnii says: There are… long story short, there are factions of draenei across the Great Dark Beyond, fighting the Legion in different pockets. The Exodar is a… ship, that can instead of traverse the seas, but instead do so with the Great Dark Beyond.

Mishan is impressed and intrigued. She mentions 15 years ago.

Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore says: Are you familiar with the Violet star?

Remnii says no.

Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore says: It was a comet that went through the sky 15 years ago. A violet comet.
Remnii says: The Exodar was purple.
Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore says: It burned across the eastern sky. I can’t tell you more, but we saw it.
Remnii says: If it only began to enter… that would be very east.
Jaina Menethil says: Exceptionally so. My youngest daughter was born at the same time, and less than a year later my father left with several sailors to find where the Violet Star landed, and we haven’t heard from him since. There is a storm far to the east. It’s called the Maelstrom and it is nearly as large as a continent. It is a nightmare to traverse. I can only hope they went further east than that.
Remnii says: I will pray that that is the case, but for now, I am here as an ally for all of you, and even after so, if I happen to be the last.
Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore says: Right. Sorry. Just a bit of curiosity.
Remnii says: No. I will inquire more later. Thank you.
Highlord Saidan Dathrohan says: Our biggest concern is the safety of all the Light’s children. The Silver Hand will give any assistance to any kingdom that has offered aid. Stormwind… our representatives are speaking to the king. With Lord Turalyon and Lord Arthas’s disappearances, our leadership has been halved. That puts us in a difficult position. We must… carry on, and prepare to replace them, if the worst happens. But the Silver Hand is dedicated to protecting the realm, as it ever will be. But we can only be in so many places.
Sally Mograine says: As far as the Church of the Holy Light is concerned, we are doing everything we can to help as the winter chill sets across Lordaeron. But we are prepared to feed Lordaeron. There are many, many more here. And while we can do a great deal, there is a limit. We may be able to make it through the winter, but if next year’s harvest is not plentiful, if we lose access to it, we will be heavily taxed feeding two nations, not to mention trade has come to a standstill. Faith will waver, and when the faith wavers, the people fall. We will not allow that to happen, no matter what is to come.
Jaina Menethil says: With… with his majesty’s disappearance, Lordaeron’s priorities are split. While we must discover the fate of my husband, we also cannot forget what is happening next door. I saw first hand. The might of the Horde. The strength of the White Tyrant. And many others. But neither can we forget about our king. We will have to investigate into what happened. I suspect that there are some, perhaps among your number, that desire to follow up on this. And I will not to say no. I will only say be careful. I will help in whatever way I can.
Luc Valonforth says: Your majesty, this does bring us to an important thing. With Arthas missing, someone needs to be named regent, to govern in his stead until he can be found. Normally, your highness, that would fall to you.

He looks to Uther.

Luc Valonforth says: Failing that, it would fall to her majesty.

Jaina looks to Uther. Uther looks back at his mother with just the faintest, smallest hint of “I’m overwhelmed, please help me.”

Jaina Menethil says: If you become regent, Uther, I would suggest you return back with me, so you can govern. It would be unwise for you to be on the front lines. If you are to become the regent, but if you would prefer, I can keep his chair warm. I already know a bit about that, as it would turn out.
Uther Menethil says: That will have to be the case. My place is here.
Jaina Menethil says: I understand.
Uther Menethil says: He must be found.
Victor Prestor says: And he will be found. Once this is over, I intend on leaving Last Crossing and tracking down whatever clues we can find. I have no intention of allowing the people who did this to my mother, or that took Arthas, to walk free. Alterac will pledge further support. My father will send more people, and if he doesn’t, I will march down there and demand it myself. I believe this threat is important. But I will stop at nothing to bring these people down, and find his majesty.

He looks at Uther and smirks.

Victor Prestor says: You’re welcome to come. Just try to keep up.
Uther Menethil says: Don’t know that I would have it any other way, cousin.

Victor smiles, and his eyes show a clear “thank you”.

Jaina Menethil says: Then it’s settled. Until you are able to find him, Uther. I will act as regent. And… regardless of where you have to go, Ashwynn, I will require your presence here. We need someone with the Menethil name here. There is no one else I would trust in this situation.

Ashwynn looks to Uther with a long, measured look, but nods.

Ashwynn Menethil says: It shall be done. I would insist that, at least, if possible, one member of the guard go with you. At least one. But I understand.
Lan’dalock says: As far as Dalaran is concerned, these demons must die. We cannot abide them, and will do everything we can to try and counteract them. I understand the Sunreavers are working toward similar goals. Likewise, that will involve finding the Guardian. His presence at this summit is sorely missed, and his assistance will be invaluable.
Elsia: The Sunreavers will be supporting both Dalaran and Quel’Thalas as well as we can. There are some things we need to discuss involving the fate of our people.

Kael’thas nods.

Kael'thas Sunstrider says: We’ve spoken of a similar thing. And while it is not the perfect course of action, it may become necessary. I don’t know how pronounced its been, but for those inside the ban’dinoriel, the Sunwell is twisted, and I fear for those trapped closer than we are. If the fel energies make us more susceptible to the powers of the Burning Legion, it may become necessary to destroy the Sunwell. I would say purify it, but I don’t know how long that would take, or if it’s possible. I don’t know what that will mean, but it will be preferable to enslavement. We’ve already begun the first measures of putting such a plan into action, but that plan too… may need to be sped up.
Lor'themar Theron says: That aside, our biggest concern is to evacuate as many people from Quel’thalas. We have prepared as many shelters as possible, and the Kul Tiran fleet is ready to cover your retreat.

Mishan nods.

Lor'themar Theron says: At this point, we will defend our people and our allies. We can plan no further at the moment, though one day I hope to see my home again. For now, we can only prepare to fight, and protect all of our own.
Danath Trollbane says: Unfortunately, this is everyone we were able to muster. We’ve got enough issues with the kingdom in its current state, and we could only take defenses that volunteered. But every man here is worth a dozen orcs, and you got our shields, and our swords, for as few as we can muster. That much I can promise ye. I can send word back to my cousin asking for more, but I can’t say we’ll get much. Even the men we have currently are a bit of a stretch.
Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore says: The Lord Admiral is already positioned with the fleet and is ready to move in. With luck, we can put pressure with a blockade, force them to look for other outlets.
Emery Camden says: Yes, you did make that decision didn’t you. Lady Waycrest-Proudmoore. Curious you are representing both. How is your lord sister, and lord father?
Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore says: We can speak of that later. For now, I speak with the Lord admiral’s voice.
Emery Camden says: Yes, I suppose we will. We can only provide what we can, and unlike some houses in Kul Tiras, I can not commit any large amounts. If this Horde is as dangerous as you say it is, I’m sure that the council will pledge further support. But for further support, you will need to keep with the Lord Admiral’s contribution.
Brannon Stormsong says: Our strength is limited, but the blessings of the Tidesages are on the ships, and I promise we will do what we can. But my father needs to keep his people in mind. We must keep our morale high, and if war begins to take its toll, there’s no telling what could happen to our people. I will speak to our lord father, and he will send what blessings he can. But I can only hope. And pray.
Muradin Bronzebeard says: I brought as many riflemen as I could, and warriors, but… Moira has been missin’ for 10 years, almost 15 years. Brann has not been the same. The Dark Iron dwarves have been getting bolder. I don’t think it will be long before they can make a move, and a distraction up north will drive them further. Ultimately, I will fight these orcs as long as I can, but if the high king calls me back home, I will do what I can.
Othmar Garithos says: But the munitions can stay, yes? We can use what supplies you have.
Muradin Bronzebeard says: Yes. And you’ve made your position well known. Folk like you are the reason we are so hard pressed. At least Stormwind has send some men to help us, but I guess such a request is too much for your lazy knights in the Eastweald, aye?

The Highlord interrupts.

Muradin Bronzebeard says: Aye, Highlord, I understand. It’s just that dwarven lives matter too. My heart goes out to ye, but they aren’t gonna go away just because there is a fight up here. You’ll be calling me a troll’s damnable nose if we send all our forces here, only for the Dark Iron to fall in at our backs.
Highlord Saidan Dathrohan says: Your concerns are heard, Thane. I wish there was more we can do, but right now, there’s nothing we can do.
Muradin Bronzebeard says: I’m aware.
Mia Greymane says: There is one thing I would like to discuss. Some of you may not recognize me. My name is Mia Greymane, the queen in exile of Gilneas. For 20 years, I have walked your kingdoms. After my lord husband built the Gilnean wall, our kingdom was struck by a rebellion led by Darius Crowley in the Northgate rebellion. It was interrupted rather swiftly by a plague you have all become familiar with if you spent any time in the Silverpine Forest. The worgen curse. Though the king was successful in the Northgate rebellions, I don’t know what happened, as he sent us beyond the wall to protect us from the threat inside. I don’t know what has become of my people, but my daughter has returned to Gilneas. I am going to seek her contact as quickly as I can, but I can say that it’s time for Gilneas to rejoin the Alliance.
Rafia says: It’s not just you. I stand with you. It’s the least we can do to aide these people.
Mia Greymane says: And even if it’s just the two of us for the time being, I believe in Jaina, and Remnii’s words, that this is a real threat. And he may not agree with me when I see him next, but it is time that we… tear down the walls that separate our kingdoms. I truly believe this. If he does not agree with me, I’ll make him. He’s never been good at saying no to me. And if not him, then my son, Light protect them. You have my support, for what that means.
Highlord Saidan Dathrohan says: That is… quite the promise, your majesty. Thank you for sharing your story with us, for what we can provide, we will aid you, though I cannot say anything about the fate of Gilneas. Not at the moment at least.

He asks if there is anything else to be presented.

Vel then steps forward, and states she can show what she recalled from the sacking of Silvermoon if the Highlord felt it would do good to show the true horrors the Horde brings. Not just still images of their enemies.

Saidan tells her to do it, and Vel briefly apologizes to the elves from Quel'Thalas as she would have to interrupt the visual part of their transmission on her side. She then begins to alter the illusion, displaying to those gathered the most prominent scenes she remembered. The conclusion at the battle at the Sunwell, when the portal was trying to rip open. Shaspira's vision while they were trying to close the Dark Portal, showing the amassed orcs on the other side. Their run through the streets amidst dragonfire and enemies. And the final retreat, where the demoness Velhari struck Uther down. A flash of Nyxxa is present in the vision, as the satyr was trying to push Remnii through Jaina's portal when it happened.

The room is grimly silent for a moment, and Vel is shaking as she puts the illusion of Kael'thas and his comrades back into place. Esara puts a comforting had on her shoulder.

Kael'thas Sunstrider says: We… of the Sunfury, the name I’ve given us fighting inside, will do everything we can to save as many as we can. With the sun’s blessing, we will be there to fight with you. Those of us that cannot, those of us that will not be able to, may we die well.

Highlord Saidan Dathrohan leans forward.

Highlord Saidan Dathrohan says: I understand that all of us have families to worry about. We have a myriad thing to concern ourselves with, but this threat is very real, and if we do not face it, it might well consume all of us. Perhaps in time the Alliance can stand as one again. All of us. Like we did before. Though the pilgrim’s bounty was marred by bad news this year, we stand at a crux, a joining of human, elf, dwarf, and draenei, it seems. Regardless of what happens when that barrier falls, I will be at the front lines, and I will meet those orcs head on. Those that stand with the Silver Hand, stand with all of us. If those orcs wish to take us, they will take it step by bloody step. We will reinforce the Thalassian Pass, and take the fight. We will protect it. And if that Frostmourne destroys the pass, we’ll break another one. This is no time for cowardice. We face a threat that may be greater than the troll wars. And I will not let sacrifices be made in vain. Of those I know, or our brothers and sisters from the stars. I urge all of you to think on what we found here, but remember what you saw, and what some of us are still seeing.

He gestures to the elves.

Highlord Saidan Dathrohan says: And remember the Light.

Saidan stands.

Highlord Saidan Dathrohan says: This meeting is adjourned.

Everyone starts to stand and leave, chatting quietly amongst themselves, with haunted looks on some faces, and determined looks on some. A little bit of both on others.