[Horde] Session Three

Friday, February 17, 2017


Yrel and Remnii turned back to Azgadaan.

Yrel: “Why is this so important for you to know?”

Azgadaan: “I want to know why the most important part of my life is no longer here.”

Remnii: “I could say a lot of the same about what the Burning Legion has done. Do you understand what you are actually asking us to do?”

Yrel: “You are asking us to give our most closely guarded secrets to someone who has hounded us for our entire life.”

Azgadaan: “And I am committing high treason just as my mother did before me.”

Yrel sighs.

Azgadaan: “If I am found out I have nothing left, and I feel like I have nothing left already.”

Yrel: “If… if in our… if after we leave Hellfire Citadel, if we can do it in one piece, if I am able to find some of the tools from the Draenic settlements I may be able to do something about the Chronicle. However, I will not show it to you until I watch it first.”

Azgadaan: “Alright. They’re your secrets. You may do as you wish.”

Yrel looked to Remnii for a moment, surprised.

Remnii: “Again provided we survive, there is someone who would know the answers better than anyone. But we are far away from him now. I am sure you know of Prophet Velen, correct?”

Azgadaan exhales: “Yes I’m aware of Velen, and… I know my mother saved him.”

Yrel: “If what you say is true, she may have saved more than just him.”

Azgadaan: “From what I know, everyone would have decimated if not for my mother. She interrupted the transportation from most of the Legion’s worlds.”

Remnii: “If what you say is true, which, despite your conviction, I am not sure, see us to him then. If you make it to wherever he is, with us in tow, and when I mean us I mean all three of us.

 Remnii gestured to a spot next to her.

Yrel: “My sister was separated from us when you and your allies found us. If we are going then she is coming too.”

Azgadaan: “I will try my best to keep you together, but first the obstacle ahead of us is Hellfire Citadel. The only way I can think of getting you away is to… make you… mine?”

Yrel’s tail flickers and a chill ran up to her spine.

Remnii: “There are a few plans in motion at the moment, and I don’t know how they will go.”

Azgadaan: “Plans?”

Remnii: “For now-”

Azgadaan, to Yrel: “The only way I can walk around with you is if the Legion sees you as my… things…. It’s not the best words, but…”

Yrel: “You are most certainly right about that. No matter what, we are your only ticket to answers. If you want to know about the events that revolve around your mother, you have to help us. At this point there is little we can do. I want to command you to let us free, but I know that will not work this close to the Citadel.”

Azgadaan: “Even if I could, how would we get you to where Velen is?”

Remnii: “That is for you to help us figure out.”

Yrel: “I hardly know if that is possible…”

Azgadaan: “One step at a time.”

Yrel: “Don’t lecture me!”

Azgadaan: “So…” he gestured to his face. “I might be able to do something still, but, maybe I still hold more sway… or less sway…. No matter the area.”

Yrel: “Word can only travel so fast, even if that incident at the mines will do anything to harm your demoni reputation it will hopefully not do anything until after.”

Azgadaan: “Hopefully….” He looked at Remnii. “Can you do anything about this?”

Remnii pursed her lips and shook her head: “For a time… I do not have the resources to even begin to heal a scar like that. For now… use it as a reminder for yourself and others and we’ll see what happens, as we will with many things. For now, if you want answers, that is your option.”

Azgadaan: “Alright, I’ll do the best I can. Before I forget, thank you for healing me back in the mines and the cave… it felt really strange though.”

Yrel: “I imagine it would feel strange to a man’ari.”

Remnii: “To be born not knowing the Light it would be exactly as you expect. Is there anything else?”

Azgadaan: “Can you explain the basics of the Light at least?”

Remnii: “Perhaps if we survive Hellfire Citadel. As you said, one step at a time.”

Azgadaan: “Yes…. I hope you have a better sleep than the last few days. You may hold on to the Chronicle… I doubt you would give it back to me anyway.”

The eredar rose to his face and moved to leave the tent.

Yrel gave him a look that was a cross between offended and “yeah, you’re fucking right.”

Azgadaan: “Just make sure they don’t find it and crush it.”

Yrel: “They would have to pry it from my hands.”

Azgadaan: “Lets not let it come to that.”

Yrel: “I don’t plan on letting it. But thank you for the advice.”

Azgadaan walked out. After a while, Yrel turned to Remnii.

Yrel: “Nii-nii you can’t be serious. We are really going to trust a man’ari, with anything? Least of all not lying to us. He could be trying to get into our head with this.”

Remnii: “Do you think if we get all the way to Velen, do you think they would allow anyone, especially a man’ari, would go before the Prophet before being screened? You know the process of the orcs beforehand. I do not feel good about any of the decisions I have made in the last 24 hours, but I need to tell you…”

Yrel: “What other decisions?”

Remnii: “I made a move and it will play out tomorrow.”

Yrel: “Nii-nii, what did you do?”

Remnii: “Arthak knows the location to where Mu’ru is”

Yrel’s eyes widened. “You did what?! Nii-nii, by the Light, why would you do that?!”

Remnii: “I was not going to, I promise I wasn’t, but I thought of…”

Yrel: “Who did you tell? Did they force you?”

Remnii: “No. It was me. I will own this. Did papa ever tell you of some of the visions he saw?”

Yrel: “No, not really. If he did I was probably not paying attention.”

Remnii: “Well papa told me of one - often - of a vision he saw many, many years ago of our people, still the Naaru’s children after everything, were fighting alongside so many other races from so many other worlds. There were small, little tiny orcs with so much hair around their faces. Mid-sized orcs with pink skin and different colored hair, and more slender versions with a glow in their eyes like ours. And I have never seen anyone like them before, not here, but do you know who else was among the armies fighting the Burning Legion - Sargeras himself - at the end of it all? Orcs. And..” She sighed. “I was… this week, I was at least reminded of a better time on the few journeys I was able to make with papa to meet the Frostwolves. While rough by our standards, they were good people. Honor was a big thing. As I spoke with Go’el, and even some of the others, it does not make what their people has done better, but who brought the Burning Legion here in the first place? And in the gamble I don’t know how it’s going to turn out, but at the same time, even when many, many of our people were being killed papa never spoke bad of them. They had enough honor to let you carry a weapon. I’m terribly afraid, I don’t know what to do, but if we can fight another day then perhaps things are not lost for us or them either. Also, I would not count Him out either. But… at least vestiges of that honor still remains. And what papa sees, he has seen, and what he will see is not wrong. His visions come to light.”

Yrel: “Yes, Master Velen’s visions are never wrong, but we have no way of knowing who he saw. We have no way of putting all your stock in-”

Remnii: “Then what are we? What are we in the eyes of our people? We are young. WE are not Azgadaan young, but we are young. But we are all that is left. Everyone else is gone or Broken. It does not make what I did right, but I put my faith in the Light and I put my faith in papa as well. I do not count out the Naaru, I do not count out you, and I am very, very afraid of what I did and I will pay for it… but I am very scared.”

Yrel: “And who else will pay for it, Remnii? This is not just about us. If the Naaru can be traced, if they can trace him and find him, you’ve not only lead-”

Remnii: “It is only a matter of time before they find them. Even if I pushed it ahead, they will find them. They always do. We only had only two centuries before they found us after 25,000 years of running. It did not start with Argus, but it ended there. We did not see the wake of burning and terror the Burning Legion has left, and will continue to leave, and others will pay. It does not make it good, and you have every right to be mad, but if everyone dies tomorrow we will not be the last casualties. And wherever our people and papa went… people will die there too. The fact papa left sealed the death warrant on another world as well. But I do not count them out. Perhaps those people are on the next world.”

Yrel: “How long can we run? How long can you run?”

Remnii: “I’ve been running on faith the whole time, and I will until I am extinct. But I haven’t been doing it alone.”

Yrel: “Nii-nii… I… am afraid. I’ve protected you as best as I could, but… how can I protect you now as we’re marching into the maw of the beast itself? AS we’re marching in step with the Legion. Naaru Preserve, we’re walking alongside three demons, and four orcs. Unarmed. Prisoners. I don’t know how much I can protect you from. When I stayed back 14 years ago, I did it because you were in trouble. I needed to protect you, and so did Samaara. This has always been about you, about who you are. You have a Light inside that I couldn’t even pretend to, and if I must give my life I will, but who will protect you after? The orcs? The man’ari? Your faith is strong, but… I’m afraid. I don’t want you to die. I don’t to be too weak to stop you from dying.”

Remnii: “If you were too weak you wouldn’t have come back in the first place. I was prepared to die that day, but you stayed anyway knowing full well there was such a slim chance we would make it. You stayed and survived and we are still here. I don’t know what is going to happen, but if you were not strong neither of us would be here. I don’t know what my words can help with now because I know what I have done, but you are the strongest person I know. Even if it made you a terrible priestess, I think you should have just gone straight for vindicator…”

Yrel:”

Remnii: “And out of the dark, from the hands of a man’ari who totes his name and got slapped around, you got a Crystal Chronicle from Argus when times are darkest… it still won’t make it better, but… hope and faith in people are all I am good with… I am no good with physical things, but at the same time my faith in you, my faith in the Light, and perhaps someone in this party, will pay off, and if not…. Then I have paid my price. But, you say your Light burns less than mine. You know there are many kinds of fires. Some forge weapons, some make food. And there are many sources, the stars, the sun, even the moon has its own, yours is not dimmer or brighter than mine or Samaara’s or even the Ati-Kaso who claim to be Broken. I would not sell yourself short. Again, you have every right to be mad at me.”

Remnii patts her cheek, and Yrel playfully bumps her.

Yrel: “For as much as I never listened, you must have listened twice as much because you sound more like Velen or Ishnarah than I ever could have dreamed of. I will try to have faith in myself for as much as you put into me.”

Remnii: “That is all I can do. So, Yrel, I am sorry for what I have done. I have sealed the deaths of many people, but us coming here did the same thing. As I stated before, thank you for being here, and I’m sorry you are here. You should be safe with papa.”

Yrel: “And leave you alone? I could never do that. You know that. Neither could my sister.”

Remnii: “You’re going ot make me cry.”

Yrel: “That’s not hard to do.”

Remnii: “I’ve been trying not to cry this week-”

Yrel hugged Remnii, and Remnii broke down and sobbed into Yrel’s arms. With puffy eyes, she eventually detached.

Remnii: “I think I needed that…”

Yrel: “Lets try and get some rest…”

Remnii: “Sounds good… *sniff*”

Remnii fell asleep, and Yrel followed suit.

At one point or another, Go’el and Sorak were on watch during the night.

Go’el makes his way to the campfire to begin his watch. He nods at Sorak and takes a seat

“Throm’ka, Sarok.”

Sorak: “Throm’ka. How are you tonight?”

“Just trying to take all of this in.”

Sorak: “Been a wild few nights.”

“You could certainly say that again. I feel like what happens tomorrow is going to change a lot of things.”

Sorak: “Could change everything. We don’t know.”

“I suppose I have an apology to give you.”

Sorak raised an eyebrow.

“Elder Drek’thar and I hid the fact that, I too, have sight from you.”

Sorak: “And you think this warrants an apology?”

“Yes. I know that such a truth could spell doom for the clan, that’s why I hid it. And yet, you of all people deserve to know.”

Sorak: “I feel like we have to become accustomed to secrets at this point”

“I wish it did not have to be so, but you’re right. Nevertheless, you are my fellow clan member and my kin. You deserve better from me.”

Sorak: “Yes, however, I suppose exposure would have ruined everything for us. Our clan would more than likely be destroyed. And so I can understand keeping secrets.”

Go’el falls silent. “Have you… seen anything... of the future and what it holds?”

Sorak: “Nothing yet… I suppose that would make sense in time I suppose.”

“Hm. I suppose I was hoping you’d have a different answer than myself.”

Sorak: “That would be too easy, wouldn’t it?”

“After we reconvene at Hellfire Citadel, I will have to take my leave for a time. I need to return to the clan and make sure that everything is safe. I’ve been away from the pack for too long.”

Sorak: “I see… I think I would like to stay with Arthak. I feel like something important is coming.”

“Good! So I don’t have to order you then.”

Sorak chuckled.

“In my absence, I’ll need you to be my eyes and ears.”

Sorak: “I’ll do what I can. But I… hope you’ll understand if word gets difficult to send.”

“I understand. I’ll do my best to make sure that… friends keep in contact as well. My father was well loved he had many allies, many of which I’ve been able to maintain contact with. With luck, they will be able to help us on that regard.”

Sorak: “Hopefully. Although I can’t help but get a bad feeling. For an eredar and that demon to just show up all at once.”

“Nowadays it’s just another day on Draenor. Every cycle more of them show and claim stakes on our land, land we once held sacred. It will not stop, I fear. Not until every last one of us has been brought into their ranks or crushed underfoot. Thus is the nature of the Legion. This much I know… the Burning Shadow. Drek’thar told me of it. One that he was too fool to see before it was too late.

Sorak: “What are you talking about?”

“Long ago he has a vision, one of all of Draenor burning, crumbling to ash. I fear, if things don’t change, that may be the future of our world.”

Sorak: “Then I guess we best get to changing.”

“It’s easier said than done.”

Sorak released a dejected sigh.

“My presence among you will be too noticed. As much as I want to assist, I will be needed elsewhere.”

Sorak: “It’s understood. We, well, we have enough attention on us without adding you into the mix.”

“Especially after a few days ago.”

Sorak shook his head.

“Nevertheless there’s none more that I trust than you to make sure the Horde is safe here and to make sure that Arthak doesn’t get himself into any trouble that he can’t get himself out of.”

Sorak: “Assuming he’s willing to listen to me.”

“He will. He’s wise for his age.”

Sorak raised an eyebrow and thought back to a few days ago.

“It’s not his wisdom that concerns me, it’s his pride. He has a checkered past. You know what happened a few years ago, after he left. Stories of his father and grandfather. He will need all the assistance he can get. The Frostwolves will stand with him… specifically you.” He smiles again.

Go’el feeds and pets his wolf with fondness.

Sorak: “I will guide Arthak the best I can.”

“Make sure you do that listening thing too.”

Sorak: “Yes sir (zug zug). Hopefully our.... New succubus friend doesn’t know what she saw. I’m not sure how to feel about her just yet.”

“Neither do I, but I don’t sense that she will be a threat, not truly, anyways.”

Sorak nodded. “I will take your advice on the matter, but I will keep an eye on her all the same.”

“I don’t think anyone can blame you for that. Nevertheless, do be careful. You know what could happen if you secret gets out beyond here.”

Sorak: “Death, destruction, destruction of our clan… everything I hold dear. Yes, Drek’thar spent a great deal of time pounding what could go wrong into my head.”

“He always was a grim fellow. In any sense, I look forward to going home. I hope to see you there too.”

Sorak: “We’ll see if I can make it there soon.”

“I’ll pass greetings to your sister and parents, too.”

Sorak shudders: “Yes, tell her… ‘’hi’’.”

Go’el has a devious smile. “You know, she seemed awfully interested in what I was doing. Especially when I mentioned that I would see Arthak, but what do I know?”

Sorak: “Can’t you just marry her off to the Thunderlords already?”

Go’el laughs, ‘No thanks. They take enough from us.”

Sorak: “How about the Blackrock?”

Go’el raises an eyebrow and laughs harder.

Sorak: “Laughing Skull, she may fit in with the Laughing Skull… don’t tell her I said that.”

“Your secret is safe with me, my friend.”

The conversation devolved into more playful banter.


Dranosh was doing some late-night weapon maintenance.

Spinyl approached and peeked out from behind her fan.

Dranosh is sharpening his axe, he looks up and down as she approached, “Uh, hey, Spinyil.”

Spinyl: “How are you this evening?” She smiled from behind her fan.

“I’m uh, fine. Is there something you needed? Or something?”

Spinyl: “Well…. In a way.”

He coughs. “Uh, sure. Uh.” He sets his axe down his hands clap, “What’s up, uh, what’s the problem.”

Spinyl: “This is incredibly awkward to put, well… you’ve noticed how people have been treating me around camp, correct? It’s perfectly reasonable. I’m a succubus from the Legion and orcs are typically aware that most, if not all but, me, like inflicting pain and misery and that sort of thing.”

“And devouring souls, and the like, yes?”

Spinyl: “That too!”

“Right.” He coughs. “That’s… rather understandable then, yes.”

Spinyl: “Though it’s… well it’s my unfortunate circumstance and I might as well start with you but it’s kind of an awkward circumstance. I am not a typical succubus in that sense.”

“So you.. Don’t devour souls?”

Spinyl: “Not in the slightest.”

“And you don’t revel in causing pain?

Spinyl shook her head. “Nuh uh!” “You know that does make sense.”

Spinyl: “My queen says I’m unique!”

“Well. I suppose I can’t argue with your… Queen on that? If that’s the case?”

Spinyl: “But it also puts me in an unusual predicament. Well… how succubuses work they have to feed off of something whether it be misery…. Souls… the like, but since I don’t feed off of those I developed another thing to take its place.”

“Oh?”

Spinyl fiddled with her fan and seemed bashful: “Affection.”

He coughs and laughs. “Oh, and you’re serious?”

Spinyl: “I am completely serious. And well.. Given… it was another reason I was pretending to be an orc seeing it’s so easy if you are a female, scantily clad orc, but not so much when you’re..” Gestured to herself.

“I guess that makes sense. Uhm, so. What… humor me. I suppose I don’t know much about your… people? What happens if you don’t get this… thing? Affection in that case? Or the souls of your victims, for others, I suppose.”

Spinyl: “Well, I believe what typically happens is we wither up and die.”

“Oh. That’s-- that’s bad.”

Spinyl: “For me at least, but I’m pretty sure there are people around here who wouldn’t mind so much, but well… it’s unpleasant.”

“I can only imagine withering up and dying would be unpleasant. If someone is to die, it should be on the battlefield… that didn’t… uh. In either sense, regardless of what people thinks, Arthak has made it clear that you're a part of the Warband. If that changes… well let’s hope it doesn’t. You have unique talents.

Spinyl: “So you don’t mind me being here?”

“I would say, no, I don’t. Without your assistance we may not have succeeded in the fight against the orc ambush. Regardless of what people have said you’ve done a good deal for morale even if its been… less admirable.”

“Uniting everyone against a common enemy.” She smiles.

Spinyl: “That enemy being me… at least perceived.”

“I can’t tell if you’re deceiving me right now or not.”

Spinyl: “I can understand that. Succubus and all.”

‘You seem genuine to me, after all…”

Spinyl: “I’ve got no more reason to lie. Now that my cover’s been blown all I’ve been doing is looking for information, and seeing you all helped me we’re helping each other now.”

Dranosh squints and he rubs his chin. “This isn’t just some… trick to lull me into a false sense of security to devour my soul or something, right?”

Spinyl: “Nuh uh.”

“Well. I don’t have any reason not to believe you. Truthfully if you’re right, if you’re trying to subvert us, you would have likely done so. So, why not? I’ll trust you.”

Spinyl: “That comes back to the favor I needed to ask.”

“And what would that be?”

Spinyl: “Well… compliments and approval work from time to time… but… I’ll put it plainly. May I hug you?”

He coughs. “Uhm. Well. Uhm. I. I don’t see why not? Again, I… you’ve not given me any reason to distrust you except for your identity. I’m sure if it comes up otherwise Arthak or my father will have something to say.”

Spinyl: “Arthak will probably take my head off this time. For realsies.”

“This time? You know, I’ll ask him another time.”

Dranosh stands up and shuffles. “Well, uh.” He takes a step forward. Spinyl runs up and hugs him. Everyone fucking sees.

Arthak is getting more and more and more sad and tired.

He hugs her, holding her. “This… this really helps you, then?”

Spinyl: “Mm hmm!”

“Well.”

Spinyl: “See, not sucking out your soul at all, am I?”

“If you are, you’re doing a stealthy job of it. Uhmm, how long do you need to hug?”

Spinyl: “Oh, I can let go if you want.”

“Uhh, yeah.” He steps back.

Spinyl: “Well, I appreciate your help. Hehe!”

“So… you alright then?”

Spinyl: “Mmhmm!:

“Good, that’s good. We can’t have a member of Arthak’s warband collapsing from starvation”

Spinyl: “I suppose it would be more malnutrition than anything else, but similar enough.”

“Fair enough.”

Spinyl: “Anyways, I’ll let you get back to the grind. Literally!”

“Well, unless you had other plans, if you want… it doesn’t take much of my focus to maintain my equipment. YOu can stay… if that would help.”

Spinyl: “It would help!”

Dranosh pats the ground next to him. Spinyl sat down on the ground next to him.

“Tell me about yourself, I’ve never met a succubus before.”

Spinyl: “Well… where do I begin even? I’m an atypical succubus… I have a queen… she sends me out places to get information.... I was held captive by a warlock for a long time.”

“So you…So this Queen is like your chieftan, then?”

Spinyl: “It’s a small ground, there are only some of us.”

“I see.” Spinyl: “Though, aside from the queen, there’s not as much comradery as orcs seem to have.”

“Is it more akin to rivalry then?”

Spinyl: “In a way. That and cattiness.”

“Ah. That’s a shame.”

Spinyl: “Well, demons, what are you going to do, right?”

“I suppose so. Well, at least amongst this Warband you’ll have at least one friend.”

Spinyl: “You’re gonna make me want to hug you again, you know that?”

Dranosh gestures with his one hand. “The sacrifices we make for the war, eh?”

Spinyl: “Truly a hero among orcs!”

He laughs, ‘That’s the goal, anyways.”

Spinyl: “Given the way that you fought the other day, would be surprising if you weren’t already a hero. It was pretty impressive.”

“Well thank you. I’ve had a long time to get good at fighting, and I’ve spent a decnet amount of time learning to lead. My father is a great warrior, I aspire to be half the man he is. I fear that Arthak might surpass me.”

Spinyl: “Well I’m sure you’ll fight valiantly on both accounts.”

The night goes on with FLIRTING.


The next morning arrives, it’s the day they’ll arrive back at the Citadel.

As the party gathers their things, Arthak clears his throat. “Uhhh. I, uh, have something I need to say.”

Go ahead Arthak, we’re all ears.

Arthak: When we get back, to Hellfire Citadel today, hmm, I don’t intend to hand the Draenei over easily.

Azz: Oh do you? Good, good. I have the same feeling.

Arthak gave Azgadaan a look of silence to mark the surprise: “hmm. Very well. So I have a plan. I’m not going to get into specifics, mostly because this is going to be a situation where the less all of you know the less you’re going to suffer for it.”

Remnii watched Arthak very carefully.

“That being said, I’m going to need help with this plan from two of you.”

Azgadaan: “I’m assuming you mean me as one of those… assistants.”

“Correct, nothing too expansive. I don’t intend on having to throw your father’s name into it or rely on your connections to the Legion.”

Azgadaan: “I do ask one thing. You fill me in more later.”

Arthak sighs.

Azgadaan: “I don’t like to gamble if I don’t know the odds.”

Remnii actually laughs and Yrel elbows her.

“That’s why I want to keep this as close to my chest as possible. I need you to make sure your magic so my voice is heard.”

Azgadaan: “Ohh… you want me to raise your voice. Simple.”

“I intend to isolate the rest of you from the negative ramifications.”

Azgadaan: “Would you like to ride Daan into the sky while you shout? I can do that too.”

Arthak: “Spinyl, I’m going to need something from you as well.”

“And what’s that>” She asks.

“Arthak: “I’m going to need you to become Glashaa again.”

“Well, bad news with that is that I can do that for a short period of time. It’s not as good as the glamour I had before.” She explains.

Arthak: “That’s fine. All I need is for you to, while I’m talking, just circulate amongst our fellow clansman and get excited about what I’m saying. Just be another voice in the crowd, but I imagine you can pull that off. I want the Warsong clan enthusiastic if possible.”

“hmpf/. I’ll see what I can do.” Spinyl responds.

Arthak: “Very well. As for the rest of you, if this goes well we should all benefit from it. If it goes wrong ideally only I suffer consequences. Go’el, Dranosh, if it goes wrong… don’t do anything to put yourselves at risk.”

Go’el takes a deep breath. “You have my word.”

Arthak: “Hmmm. Thank you. Brother? Do I have yours?”

Dranosh shews on it. “Fine. I won’t interfere either. This idea of yours better not get you killed.”

Arthak: “I don’t think it will. I think… I think it’ll work out well. So anyway, onve we get to Hellfire and once it’s been announced that we have collected the draenei, give me a little bit of space. Distance yourself a bit. If I can tell it is going well then we can, well, you can share in the glory with me instead of evading the tragedy.”

“You sound rather grim.”

Arthak: “Hmmm… I’m keeping myself aware of the consequences of failure.”

Remnii swallowed hard.

Arthak looked to Remnii and Yrel: “For sake of appearances, before we get inside… it would look better if you were in chains.”

Azgadaan: “I still ahve them if you need them.”

Arthak: “If my plan works then we shouldn’t need them after today, but we need anything that can be used to get the crowd in my favor.”

Spinyl: “I know how you feel about mind control magic… but.. If you want I can do a gentle nudge in a couple directions that may help.”

Arthak: “No. Thank you, but no.”

Spinyl understood.

Arthak: “Yes… you do.”

Go’el: “We’ll take this gambit then.”

Yrel looked straight at Azgadaan :”And it better work” and then she looked at Arthak.

Remnii looked directly at Arthak: “Light preserve us.”

Arthak: “Lets see if we can preserve ourselves first. So, will you allow yourselves to be chained while we are at Hellfire Citadel?”

Remnii looked to Yrel first.

Yre; shrugs. “I don’t see any other option.”

Remnii: “I expected this as soon as everything happened.”

Remnii and Yrel were chained up, only by hands. It’s only for show.

Arthak: “So, if there’s nothing else, let’s get going.”

 He explains his spell, offering to amplify his voice and make tremors.  Arthak said the tremors weren’t needed.

Azgadaan: “Oh fine, you’re no fun.”

Arthak: “I appreciate your sense of theatrics, Azagadaan.”

Azgadaan also brought Dranosh to the side and wanted to make sure he was alright given he had been talking to the succubus. Dranosh said he was fine and Azgadaan said he had noticed them making a lot of contact. He wanted to just make sure Dranosh was alright given that the eredar had taken a liking to him.

Dranosh: “Spinyl is… unique, as she put it. She doesn’t desire to harm anyone or steal souls or life souls. I’m perfectly fine I guarantee you. I’m hardly an expert on demons or magic, my lord, but I would probably know.”

Azgadaan: “You know after a while… they eventually take your soul, right?”

Dranosh crossed his arms. “With all due respect, my lord, with everything I’ve heard you’re hardly a default example of one yourself.”

Azgadaan agreed that he was not typical for an eredar.

Dranosh: “So… I put my trust in you to watch our backs, is it not fair to give her the same chance? Demon or no. Both of you have done plent to assist us.”

Azgadaan: “Lets just say I haven’t trusted anyone in a very, very long time.”

“That makes you wise, my lord.”

Azgadaan: “It’s good to see you’re alright… perhaps play some dice later?”

“If the time arrives, my lord.”

The group continued on, and eventually they see the tents that surrounded the Hellfire Citadel. The bright fel ooze and murk was set between the swamplands that surrounded the fortress. As they moved, some of the orcs double-took when they saw that the warband had the draenei.

Remnii picked up some whispering from the orcs that came out. Specifically, one said: “Two more of them.” Remnii stumbled to her knee.

Yrel: “Is everything okay, Nii-nii?”

Remnii: “They said two ‘’more’’. She’s probably here.”

Sorak came over to get her up, and she informed him of the whisper then continued on.

Spinyl also made note of two voices down the way. As she looked down, she made note of a cart a distance off the road. It was turned on its side in a puddle of the fel goop. The most interesting thing was two creatures that were trying to pull the cart out.

First there is a rather small orc, he’s bald with bulging eyes with simple clothing. Next to him is a red creature with knick-nakcs and backpacks on him-- a wyrmtounge.

“You have to pull harder!” the Orc says.

Wyrmtongue: “I’m t-trying!”

They’re trying their damndest to pull the cart out of the Mire. No one is paying them any mind. More to the point where people stop to laugh.

“Put your back into it!:

Wyrmtongue: “I’m t-trying! I c-can’t get it out!”

It’s pretty fucking pitiful. As the group continued on the road, Arthak also noticed something interesting emblazoned on the side of the cart. As the two guys struggled to keep the belongings inside, in blackened steel on the side: the symbol of the Twilight’s Hammer.

“Hmm. Two of Cho’gals minions.” Arthak observes.

The wyrmtongue struggled and seemed to make headway.

The hunched orc says, “I THINK IT”S WORKING.”

But then the murk started to move up around the cart and wrapped itself around the cart as bone-infused tendrils of ooze crawled out of the murk and climbed up around the cart. Arthak had seen similar creatures in the slag that runs off of Blackrock foundry. It was an ooze - non-sentient creatures created from ambient energy that animated refuse and sludge. It’s currently moving to slowly consume the cart.

Azgadaan: “You fools! Do you need any help?”

Orc: “Uh oh!”

The wyrmtongue elbowed the orc. “Ow! Don’t do that! Don’t poke me! We’re fine! Everything is fine!”

Azgadaan: “I can help you… for a price.”

Orc: “What price?”

Wyrmtongue: “Oh, okay, that would great! If we d-don’t bring this stuff to Master Cho’gall he’ll have our h-heads!”

Azgadaan: “...you know what, I’m feeling whimsical today.”

Azgadaan chucked a chromatic orb of ice at the sludge.

Sarok, Remnii, and Arthak share a look and stare into the camera. No one has time for this.

Azgadaan launches an orb of ice. The frost just sinks right into the ooze. Suddenly, all the broken landscape begins to move, too. A number of other plant creatures started to appear.

One of the other orcs that walked by: “Lord, you may want to leave them to their fate at this point.”

Azgadaan said he just wanted to blow off some steam. Arthak said they didn’t have time, but Azgadaan said they would make time. There was more debate, and finally it is relented that they would save the orc and wyrmtongue. Go’el stayed with the two draenei to keep up appearances.

Remnii: “...what eredar calls himself whimsical?”

Go’el: “...that kind.”

“Ah. Got it.” She nods, headache encroaching.

Daan flew forward to attack and deftly managed to avoid a lash by one of the plant-like creatures. He flew further into the air and flung his spines at the ooze, but they just sank into the ooze. A skull floated to the surface of the ooze and seemed to look at Daan and then to the party, and lurched itself toward the party.

Dranosh: “Well… let’s get this over with…” he charged forward.

The orc and the wyrmtongue sprinted out of the way as the ooze moved.

Sorak pulled out a wardrum and started to beat out a rhythm on them as one of the plantlike bloodlashers hurled a thorn at him. He ultimately lost his concentration on the beat of his song, and he felt a toxin start to course through his body.

More blows are exchanged, and it is clear that the bloodlashers and ooze are doing far better than they should. However, now that their cart was free, the orc and wyrmtongue managed to start pushing their cart away.

Go’el watched the battle that was unfolding and shouted “DO IT” with a somewhat apologetic look at Remnii so that it appeared that the draenei were completely a their mercy. She quickly healed those that had been slightly injured.

Arthak, meanwhile, drew his bow and notched an arrow which he let fly in the direction of one of the bloodlashers - though it sailed past. Yrel looked at Arthak “Get this over with quickly so we can move on to more important things!” a bright blue runic circle appeared around her hand, and then a similar one appeared above Arthak’s head. Adrenaline coursed through his body and he felt a strength surge through him as she used ‘’blessing of might’’.

As if pushed on by the blessing, Arthak charged forward and burst through one of the bloodlashers, followed by Dranosh.

Spinyl, upon realizing that her spells were all sound-based and ineffective, decided to slash at a bloodlasher with her fan. The fan sliced through the bloodlasher and cut through into another one. Dranosh smiled in her direction upon seeing her do so.

Slowly, the orc and wyrmtongue continue to try and push their cart out.

More blows are exchanged and the ooze whipped around and struck Remnii to the ground while it also lashed out at Dranosh.

Sorak swung his mace at the ooze and dark shadows surged from the mace that seemed to inflict lashes and shadowy explosions upon it as he used ‘’inflict wounds’’.

Remnii managed to jerk herself awake again as the acid subsided. “Can we stop being whimsical now and just kill it?”

Go’el: “As you command.” He slashed at a few of the bloodlashers.

Remnii: “...I think that may be backwards.”

Yrel also charged at the ooze and dug her hands into its body. As she did, her hands started to glow with a holy light and the ooze exploded into inert sludge, though her hands were also burned slightly.

Yrel: “Are you okay, Remnii?”

Remnii: “Yes, I will be fine… thank you.”

Daan managed to take out one of the bloodlashers, and another one attempted to flee. Arthak, however, casually just sliced it in half.

The last one also met a quick end.

Azgadaan went to hand a health potion to Yrel for Remnii, but she refused it and instead walked over to Remnii herself and healed her with ‘’lay on hands’’.

The orc and wyrmtongue had managed to

Azgadaan: “So you two ar from the Twilight Hammer?”

Wyrmtongue: “Oh, yes, you saved us-”

Azgadaan: “Prince Azgadaan.”

Arthak: “Just call him my lord.”

Wyrmtongue: “Oh, uh, right, m-my lord.”

The duo explained that they had to get their cart back to the Twilight Hammer and thanked them again. Arthak said that they were to tell their master they had been saved by Prince Azgadaan and Arthak Saurfang’s warband. The wyrmtongue said that they would, of course, do so. They began to offer something if the group was going back to Hellfire Citadel, but Arthak quickly interrupted and said they would escort them.

The pair discuss something quietly and finally they seem to agree to tell the party something.

Wyrmtongue: “D-don’t worry Mindi is a great liar… n-not to you though, no no!”

The cart is carrying supplies, the two thank them by letting them take something from the cart. The cart has a number of Gemstones. There’s food, corrupted. There’s a number of items. There’s a small pile of four different potions-- 3 healing potions, the other is a silvery black color. It’s a potion that hardens someone’s skin. It’s a potion of invulnerability.

Azgadaan asked which item was the most important to get back to the Twilight’s Hammer, but the orc couldn’t remember.

Next is a lanturn. It’s mystical somehow. The hood is cast down and it’s unlit. The hood looks like an eye. Lantern of Revealing. It shows invisible creatures and objects.

Azgadaan - recognizing what it was - grabbed it and turned it on to see if there was anything else obscured, but there was nothing there.

Next is a small coin. It has a fan embossed into it. When flipped, it becomes a giant fan that blows wind to and fro. When unsummoned, it becomes the coin again.

There was also a bag. Azgadaan stuck his hand inside, and it went far deeper than it should've been. Clearly it was a bag of holding.

Sarok takes a “bathroom break” to foresee what happens if the party takes an item. He comes back and tells Azgadaan to just pick whatever he wants, as he sees nothing negative happening.

Arthak told the strange duo to stay close to them while they traversed the rest of the distance to Hellfire Citadel. They had the two draenei hide within the cart while the orc and wyrmtongue pulled it along.

The party pulls into the area right outside of Hellfire Citadel.

Dranosh: “I’d say it’s good to be back, but this is hardly the case… Arthak, if there is any prep work you want to do, do it now. We can go and find my father when the time comes. He will gather other chieftains, and they will call everyone when you are ready.”

Arthak inhales stiffly. “Okay. Hrrrg. I need to speak to Sarok, all else will be fine.”

“Very well” Dranosh says.

Sorak: “Can I help you Arthak?”

Arthak: “Walk with me.”

Sarok goes to do that thing he does, with boyfriend in tow. They managed to find some dug latrine pits and they passed beneath the banner of the Shattered Hand clan. Despite it being not the best smelling place, it is certainly private.

The smell of blood, sweat, and adrenaline and the thick smell of anticipation fills Sorak’s senses as he started to converse with the winds:

Has anyone spoken the word Naaru around Hellfire Citadel?

YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Has anyone spoken of the invasion of another world around Hellfire Citadel?

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS BITCH

“Did an Orc matching Blackhand’s description discuss the plans to conquer another world?

HEEEEE DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Sorak reported back to Arthak with what he heard.

“This might work after all. We need to get this started.” Arthak says.

“What, don’t like the smell of shit?”

“That too.”

Go’el had went to make sure Remnii was alright, and she confirmed that she was but “whimsy was not the mood they were going for”. Remnii also said she was scared, but Go’el said that though he promised Arthak he wouldn’t get involved, he also promised her that nothing bad would happen to her.

Meanwhile, Arthak reminded Spinyl of her part in his plan and she set off to start stirring up whispers among the Warsong Clan. Arthak and Dranosh headed toward the Blackrock encampment and found the biggest tent. Inside, huddled over a make-shift desk and scrawling orcish on some make-shift parchment, was Arthak’s uncle Varok.

He stopped and looked up at the pair as they entered.

“Uncle.”

Varok: “Arthak. You returned.”

“I return, and what’s more, I return with prizes. My warband returns to HFC with two of the Draenei. And something else, something I believe all of the Chieftans will want to hear.”

Varok: “I see. I will ensure they are gathered post-haste. You should know you are not the first to return triumphant. Another group came with another draenei.”

“I heard something about that. Who found the other Draenei?”

Varok pauses: “The Hellscream boy.”

Dranosh: “Big surprise there.”

“Of course.”

Varok: He and the warchief’s kin were able to track her down.”

“Hmmph. Well, good for Garrosh.”

Varok: “And yet you returned twice as successful.”

“Twice as successful, and that’s before the other matter.”

Varok: “Yes. I’ll send word to meet in the courtyard. The others will assemble soon. Good work.”

“Thank you. Hmmph.”

Varok: “I’m sure your father would be proud.” Quietly.

“Perhaps.”

Varok: “Yet I do not claim to speak for dead men. Let us proceed. I look forward to seeing your revelations.”

“Thank you, Uncle. Hopefully after this, this will be the last time I will need to… beg a favor.”

Varok: “I hardly think this is begging a favor. As high overlord it is my duty to summon the chieftains when it is time to convene for a meeting.”

“You know what I mean.”

Varok smiled. “I know. Dranosh, I will need to speak with you after this.”

Dranosh: “Of course, father.”

Varok: “Especially depending on these… revelations.”

Varrok stands up and he takes a scroll and hands it to a servant. A young orc comes up and takes the missive. “Summon the Chieftain', we meet again. Another hunting party has returned successful.”

The young orc nodded and ran off to do so.

“I shall see you within the Citadel.”

Arthak: “Very well.”

Varok nodded and made his way off.


The party heads off to the Citadel in the Courtyard. The crowd had started to gather as word spread. They part with the orc and wyrmtongue bid them farewell and split off - they were waving at the group, however no one waved back to them.

Peon Orc: “Thank you again for rescuing! If you have any need of help, you have a friend in Mork!”

+1 Eric-Tuesday Insurance.

The party enters the citadel with Arthak and Azgadaan at the head. The draenei were sporting cloaks, but it kind of made it awkward considering their horns.

Looking around, they see Garrosh. Being the bigger guy, Arthak just nods.Garrosh gave him the “i didn’t think you had it in you” look, offering 3 claps. Garrosh continues to be a condescending dick.

A slew of people walk through an opening gate in the Citadel. The first is another Maghar, wearing long violet green robes. His right eye is missing. Jorann Deadeye, son of the Warlord of the Bleeding Hollow Clan. Next is an ashen-skinned orc with an Axe, Kargath Bladefist.

Behind him is the two-headed ogre Cho’gall, and the heavily tattooed ________ FUCK MIND BLANKED.

WARLORDS. THERE.

Azuka Bladefury, the fell orc is there too. She has a blade across her back. Ducking in after her is Blackhand. Followed by the hunched figure of Gul’Dan.

As they all lined up on the terrace Blackhand stepped forward: “Arthak Saurfang.”

“Warchief.” He (Athak) gives a respectful bow.

Blackhand: “When I was told that another warband had returned successfully I had not thought it would be the one lead by a bloodline that is treacherous twice over. You surprise me, cowardspawn.”

Gul’dan: I imagine it’s in no small part to the involvement to Prince Azgadaan.

Arthak: I will say, with all humility, that Lord Azgadaan was integral to the capture of these Draenei.

Azuka: “As was our own chieftain, Go’el, I imagine.”

“Arthak: yes. This Warband was aided by powerful warriors, far more experience like myself. Without them, I doubt I could bring them down. But I have something else for you. This, this prize was claimed by no hand but mine.

Grom steps forward. “Speak free Arthak. What prize is greater than what you have already brought?”

Arthak: Information, warlord. Over the course of the journey back here to Hellfire Citadel the draenei were deprived of sleep. And questioned by myself alone. I was able to pry away from them certain information that I believe will be of great interest to the entirety of the horde.

Some of you, many of you in fact, will remember the construction of the dark portal, the means in which our armies would swarm to conquer a new world for the honor of the Horde.

I only remember barely, as I was a boy, but I remember the excitement.

What I have, what I offer to the Horde, to the Warchief, is information that could see that Dream Renewed. I know where one of the Draenei Gods is. Creatures who can move between worlds.

There is still one that lives on Draenor, and I was able to pry its location out of the draenei captives.”

Upon saying that, Arthak watched Blackhand and Gul’Dan. He sees (dead people)

Blackhands eyebrows raise into space. It’s in disbelief. Gul’dan’s eyes glow red his eyes spark red. There are sparks of …. something.

Spinyl, meanwhile, was joining her voice to the others and spreading words among the masses. The excitement seemed to intensify, and the Warsong clan started to get a bit rowdy at the idea.

SPinyl is a good cheerleader.

Blackhand raises a fist, “SILENCE.”

Gul’dan: “Where did you learn about this? Where did you learn about this… creature of the draenei’s?”

ArthaL: Mmm, from one of the Captives.

Gul’dan: “If you would be so kind I would much like to see her for myself. Which one of you was it?”

Arthak glanced at Remnii. “Sorak. Bring her forward.”

Sorak brought Remnii forward.

Gul’dan: “You, Sorak, was it?” He pointed upward. “If you would so kind, remove her cloak.”

Sorak does so, and Remnii stood fairly stoically. Her eyes move upward and she locked eyes with Gul’dan. She knew no fear. Gul’dan smiled.

Gul’dan: “Your friend… you know that we have her, don’t you?”

Remnii: “So I have heard.”

Gul’dan: “Tell me, little girl. Where did someone like you… come in contact with a Naaru?”

Remnii: “No everyone made it on to the Exodar when it left.”

Gul’dan: “I see….My condolences for missing your ride. Arthak Saurfang, this information you said that you knew… where this being was located.”

Arthak: “I did and I do.”

Gul’dan: “Your horde is listening.”

Arthak: “The thing, the Naaru, rests beneath the most obvious of places. A place we would not have looked. Beneath the ruins of Tempest Keep.”

Another waves of murmurings break out. Spinyl continued to spread whispers throughout the crowd. Everyone started to talk again.

Grom shouts out, “ENOUGH! Let the man speak first!”

Arthak: “Thank you, warlord. The creature lies beneath Tempest Keep, as I said. I pried the words from the draenei myself. And of course, many of you may be asking yourself how do we trust this creature’s word?”

Blackhand: “I would very much wonder that.”

Arthak: “It was denied sleep. It was bound in chains and promised whatever end that came to it. I offered it hope that if it told me this information that perhaps it, or one of its kinsmen, would be spared. Hope broke it. And I am willing to stake my life and my honor on this information.”

Spinyl is rollin’ in it. In a good way.

Arthak: “Many of you amongst my clan and many others know me as coward spawn, traitor spawn. So when I say that I am willing to wager my honor on this being right, it may not seem like the greatest of risks. I am not blessed with much honor. BUT, I am blessed with an opportunity, as we all are. An opportunity to serve the Horde, to earn redemption, to earn the honor that has been denied me and that I denied myself. For all of us, it its a chance for conquest since the Horde was first forged.

A chance to take our axes and our wolves and our boars and war machines to a new world, a fresh world, full of plunder and battle and opportunity for victory and honor. I am willing to bet everything I have to deliver that to the Horde. I am willing to offer my life to the Horde to see our war brought to a new world so that we may descend upon it and take our axes to whoever lives there and give them a message from us. A message that says ruin has come - death, despair, and red war. A message that hope and pride is gone. Their gods are dead, and our axes are what killed them. Nothing will save them from us.

My entire life I have sought to serve the Horde. In my youth, hm, I thought to know better than my elders, foolishness. Hmm. So, now, by your leave, I would like a chance to pursue this information. To seize the Naaru, to help. If my information is wrong, I give my life to the Horde. Hm.”

Arthak raises his blade and screams, “Lokt’ar O’gar”

The orcs also raise their weapons and shout in unison. As they stomp on the ground and cheer, Gul’dan whispered something to Blackhand who raised his fist again and said, “Very well, you will have what you seek Arthak Saurfang. You will be the one responsible for claiming this Naaru.”

Blackhand gesrtures to two guards, “Men. Retrieve the Draenei. If they have any more information that we can use, we will have it.”

Arthak: “Warchief.”

Blackhand: “Hmmmmmm?”

Arthak: “If I may be so bold I would ask one final favor. The draenei could be useful in seizing the Naaru. I would be asked that I be allowed to keep them at least until the Naaru has been secured.”

Azgadaan: “And after such, I wish to keep them as pets.”

Blackhand raised his hand to his chin. “And why is that?The terms of the hunt were quite clear, Prince Azgadaan. Why should we allow a potential tool back into the field where it could slip through our fingers?”

Arthak: ‘Warchief, if they slip through my fingers, let that be seen as a failure equal to if I don’t come back with the Naaru at all.”

Azgadaan: “It would bring shame to my name and my father if they slipped away. I will kill them myself if they run.”

“May I say, Warchief, the Naaru are their Gods. I doubt there;s any information more precious to them than that.”

Blackhand: “Well…”

‘If I may, should I reclaim the Naaru, I would like to claim one of them as a Prize of War. So that I may remember when I serve my Warchief.”

Gul’dan leaned forward to whisper something into Blackhand’s ear. Sorak twitched his arm to bump into Arthak and nodded up to Gul’dan.

Arthak: “Warchief Gul’dan. I understand that these requests are an inconvenience to you. While I am still untested as a warrior in many ways, my talents as a smith are known. I would be more than happy in exchange for your forbearance in my request, I will provide you or a warrior of your choice with armor and weapons benefiting the finest warrior. A masterpiece to honor the Stormreaver Clan.”

Gul’dan looks at Arthak with malice. He grins. ‘Very well, Arthak Saurfang of the Blackrock Clan.”

Arthak: “Thank you, warlord.”

“I’ll give you-- I’ll send one of my people to you. They will give them the commission when it’s suitable for your busy schedule.” He laughs. “You do have a Naaru to catch after all.”

Arthak: “As you say, warlord.”

Blackhand steps forward, “And so it shall be then.” he places the Doomhammer on the balcony in front of him. “For the time for secrecy is at an end. For that you are correct Arthak Saurfang of the Blackrock Clan. Arthak’s words are true. This ancient god of the Draenei’s is the answer.

It is a key to a new world. A world ripe for conquest. A world ripe for the Horde to wash over like a black tide. We will be unstoppable. We will be unbreakable. By the work of Arthak Saurfang that will pave,w the way to our conquest that will lead the charge. Into the future, the future of the Horde. The future of all orcs. To our future.”

He raises his fist to the air. “Steel yourselves, orcs. The time, the time of Conquest is at hand.”

Gromm then stepped forward and raised his axe into the air. “For Arthak! For the HORDE!”

The crowd begins to chant any number of things. The warsong clan begins to chant Arthak’s name.

Spinyl makes her way out of the crowd. Just as she turns to slip out, a look of satisfaction on her face, she bumps into a figure.

Garrosh grabs her shoulder, “You were in Arthak’s warband, right? Now what would a member of Arthak’s warband be doing inciting my warband to chant his name? I’m starting to get the feeling you aren’t an Orc at all.”

Garrosh raises his hand, as if to strike her. His hand stops on his own accord. “What are you?”

Spinyl goes invisible, suddenly, and attempts to flee. (Kat saves). She vanishes. She’s able to worm out of his grasp.

Garrosh smiles as she vanishes. “I may not know what you are, little girl, but I know what you’re not And you are NOT an orc. We’ll see how long your friend can protect you.”

Spinyl runs the fuck away.


Soon enough, the crowd began to disperse. People patted Arthak on the back and actually called him BY NAME. Azgadaan said “I told you so” and Arthak agreed that he did. He shook hands with Azgadaan.

Varok, Garrosh, Dranosh are the three people Arthak seeks.

Dranosh hoists Arthak up. He’s toting him around, adding to the hype.

Varrok stands at the edge of the crowd, he gives a solemn nod with a hint of a smile.

Garrosh, however, was nowhere to be found.


As the parade continues out, Go’el got Remnii and Yrel out of the way. As they slipped away, Go’el pushed ahead through the crowd with each of the draenei by the wrists so he could get them out. As Go’el brought them around, it was just Go’el and the two draenei.

Go’el: We don’t have much time for this, but I have something I must give you before I depart.”

He placed something in Remnii’s hand. When he closed Remnii’s hand around, there was a bright viridian green crystal. She knew what it was. It was an ata’mal crystal.

Remnii: “Go’el….” she held it close.

Go’el: “If you ever need a safe place to go, go to Nagrand. I remember the words that your father taught mine. I’m sure you do too. There’s a hidden village there. Dranosh can show you the way.”

Remnii: “Very well…”

Go’el: “Don’t let anyone know that you have this.”

Remnii: “I am done telling secrets for the next millennia or five.”

Go’el: “A wise plan.” He looked to Yrel. “This is probably the last time I’ll be able to speak to either of you for some time. Take care of each other and take care of Arthak.”

Remnii: “There is good in him… the beginnings of a great leader started today. It is this legacy that some may have a hand in shaping more than others. If you cannot be there what do I need to know.”

Go’el: “You’ve seen everything you need to know. There is little more I can do to help. In spite of everything, you will have friends in the Frostwolf Clan. Even if you don’t want to believe it.”

Remnii:”In that case, as you travel, dionis ak’ar????”

Go’el: “I feel like I should say that to you.”

Remnii: “I’ve been saying it to myself for some time.”

The rest of the group catches up.

Go’el: “Well, Sorak, unfortunately I’m going to have to leave now. I need to make some distance between myself and Hellfire Citadel if I’m going to get back before long. Lord Azgadaan.”

Azgadaan: “Yes, Go’el.”

Go’el: “You did well out there. It was a pleasure to fight next to you.”

Azgadaan extended a hand for a handshake, and he pulled Go’el closer to whisper in his ear. “I know you and the others hated me and the Legion. Thank you for not killing me.”

Go’el: “Hate is a strong word. A dangerous one to throw around.”

He said farewell and went to push through the crowd to leave. The rest of the group returned to Dranosh’s father’s tent. Spinyl slipped back to the group and hid out in the tent until she could tell Arthak what happened.

Arthak: “Hmm…. Alright. Well. We’ll deal with that when we get to it. You’re alright, yes?”

Arthak has not been drinking, despite the rivalry.

Spinyl: *sniff* “You owe me a hug for this.”

Arthak: “A… what?”

Azgadaan: “Just wrap your arms around her. She needs it. She deserves it.”

Arthak: “Uhh…..” He extended a hand for a handshake.

Spinyl: “A… handshake?”

Arthak: “I mean. Yess…..”

Remnii: “Spinyl, come here. You owe me.” First she addresses Arthak, then she slots Spinyl into her arms, and Azgadaan patted her on the head.

Before he had left, Go’el did say goodbye to Arthak. Go’el also shared some final words with Sorak, and he said he would see both of them soon.


Dranosh was a bit drunk in his father’s tent. Azgadaan took a sip of the grog, but passed it back immediately. “My *lord*!”

Dranosh runs off to get another keg. “I had to fight three Shattered Hand guys, but I got it!” and he poses a little bit as Spinyl exclaimed “My hero!”

Azgadaan wrote an apology to the draenei on a piece of parchment and handed it to them.

Remnii: “Your whimsy almost got us killed.”

Yrel: “We may not be so lucky next time. Attitude or no-”

Remnii: “It may have helped you, but if you are to uphold your end of the bargain I suggest that you begin to think of others before yourself, Prince Azgadaan.”

Azgadaan: “...please don’t call me prince.”

Remnii: “Then stop acting like one.”

Throughout the revelry, there are two voices and Spinyl went invisible again as they speak in perfect unison. The light from the campfire got shadowed for a moment.

“We are sorry for interrupting your revelry.” They speak together. “We have an important message to deliver, for the Draenei.”

Azgadaan: “For the draenei…?”

Stepping into the light of the ten, a Two-headed ogre. It’s not Cho’gall.

“Our name, is Dentarg. We serve the chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, Ner’zhul. The Draenei, Arthak Saurfang, all of you.”

Azgadaan: “When, tonight?”

Dentarg: “That would not be feasible. At your earliest convenience. He resides in Karabor The Black Temple.”

“Why does Ner’zhul wish to speak with us?” Arthak asks.

Dentarg: “He carries the answers that you seek. The wisdom that your heart’s desire wishes to find more than anything.”

No one can figure out his game.

Yrel: “And why should we trust what you have to say? How did you even find us?” Yrel snarls.

Dentarg: “My master knows many things. Many things he wishes to share with you.” All three eyes were glowing a violet-pink and look down at Remnii. “He holds answers for you as well. Where do you think the warlock brought your sister? She lies with Karabor If you wish to see her again, you should try to beat the warlock. There is no telling what she will become if you don’t. The message has been delivered. I will see you at Karabor.”-

Remnii’s eyes bored into Arthak. Let’s gooooooooo.