[Horde] Chapter Five: Session Eighteen
Appearing Characters: Apata Highmountain, Arthak Saurfang, Brand Evenvow, Emmarel Shadewarden, Holt Thunderhorn, Kuzari, Lantresor, Levia Blackflight, Loren Stormhoof, Mayla Highmountain, Nyxxa Murkthorn, Rak'Symma, Rangiro, Salian Sprydash, Se'Jib, Sol'chi, Thisalee Crow, Thura Saurfang, Vaerux, Volrath, Wuho Highmountain, Zanga, Zar'Kaa, Zekhan
November 13th
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Vaerux says [telepathically]: It means what it means.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: So this is all because you were trying to protect her?
Vaerux says [telepathically]: It’s a bit more complicated than that. But lets just say that the longer you stayed with her, the more likely it was that everything was going to go to shit.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Things did!
Vaerux says [telepathically]: You should be thanking me. What happened was far better than it would have been. Ever notice how tragedy seems to follow that family? That’s not a coincidence.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: So what did you do?
Vaerux says [telepathically]: I made a decision. One I had to make given the circumstance I was in. Given the circumstance… of this whole damn fucking world.
Nyxxa drove her fist into another piece of pottery.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Never specifics with you. Still keeping things close?
Vaerux was clearly hesitant to talk about anything being said. It was obvious that this story was his last card and his last chips. If this was a poker game, Nyxxa could tell Vaerux didn’t know how his hand was going to compare to her’s, and if he lost here, it was the last thing he had.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: You know this is probably your last chance to tell me yourself, right?
Vaerux says [telepathically]: What of it? I don’t owe you anything. Not anymore.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Maybe you should explain why I should be grateful, because I certainly am not feeling it.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Of course you don’t. Because after all this time you still can’t see the world for how it is. You’ve never been able to. Despite how hard I tried to show you.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: You think I don’t!? Because I know how shitty the world is. How no matter what I do it may be nothing in the end. Regardless of sacrifice after sacrifice any of us make, it may all result in nothing. On top of all of that, if learning about fucking Azshara taught me anything, there is no justice in the world. Just ideas of it that people inflict on everyone else. Just because I act to spite that doesn’t mean I don’t feel any different. I don’t let the world tell me how I’m supposed to be.
Vaerux laughed.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: No. No. You don’t. And you never really have. Not unless you wanted it. So what are you going to do if I tell you everything?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Well I can’t do anything worse to you than I’ve already done.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: That’s true! That’s true.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’m your captive audience as you are mine, and that is my fault. I’d rather this stalemate end sooner than later. Because for all the shit you pulled and led me through, I’m stuck with you. And maybe if I didn’t need you back then, by my own fault I need you now.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Azshara’s tits… alright. I fold. It’s only a matter of time before you piece this shit together anyways. Better I tell you than you find out from some musty old tome. You asked why I made the decision I made? Why I chose to become a satyr? I told you that I regretted it, but that I wouldn’t change anything. That was the truth. But there was one reason I didn’t share with you. The reasons I gave you, those were true enough. Let me tell you a story. About a little fool by the name of Nerus. He was a dutiful little soldier. Did what he was told. Trained all the dutiful little soldiers under him to do just the same. Eventually, he caught the eyes of his superiors. Enough that he eventually got himself a promotion. He was brought to the beautiful capital city of Zin-Azshari. There he was to serve under the esteemed captain Varo’then, the hand of Azshara. Leader of the queen’s royal guards. Any man would have jumped at the opportunity to lend their sword and soul in defense of her magnificent Radiance. The bitch queen needed every good sword at her side, after all, especially given what she had planned. Or what Xavius had planned. The truth doesn’t matter. You know what came next. Now… Nerus… he was no highborne. But his family was well off enough. They were no Ravencrests, but they could ensure their people were well off. But the Moonfang family… well… you could say they got caught in the crossfire. You see, Nerus was the second son. His elder brother was the one in charge of things. Now he didn’t resent his brother, no, in fact he loved him very much. His brother and his sister. That’s why he took the position. So he could make sure his family was safe and sound in the nearby city of Nar’thalas. Ring a bell, doesn’t it?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Go on.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Well. It became obvious to him… privy to some of the inner workings of the schemes of the motions of the activities of the bitch queen. After all, the royal guards needed to be present for all the clandestine meetings. We knew more than most of the highborne, though we weren’t allowed to talk. Our lips were quite sealed if we wanted to keep our tongues in our mouths and our families’ heads on their shoulders. But the highborne of Nar’thalas… well… they started to learn more than they were supposed to. Farondis, their prince? He became an enemy. And enemy of the crown. An enemy of the state. An enemy of the world. And so Nar’thalas had to be wiped out. So it was. Now Nerus… bleeding heart as he was. When he found out their fate, he did what he could beseeching the right hand of the queen. Xavius himself. Though, by that point he had already began to make bargains far darker than Nerus had realized at the time. Nerus begged him to reconsider. To simply allow Nerus to capture the prince and deliver him and his followers to the city, but no, they had to be made an example of, and all the people of the city would drown with him. But he gave Nerus an offer. For he knew the real reason Nerus sought the city to be spared. He knew his family was there. So he made an offer he couldn’t refuse. In exchange for Nerus’s eternal cooperation, he would spare his family from the tragedy that would befall Nar’thalas. Now… the true irony of it, was that at the time, his nieces were not even in the city. They would have been spared. The rest of his family found themselves called away on business. Though his brother and sister did not die in the cataclysm that ruined Nar’thalas, they never made it back. Funny how these pacts tend to work. To be spared one fate, only to succumb to another at the hands of the same conductor. By those same words, has the Moonfang family been dragged through countless tragedies from then on. I do not know for certain, but I would be ill-surprised if the cursed spirits that roamed Nar’thalas were a byproduct of the self-same bargain.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: So another curse then?
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Xavius was an incredibly powerful sorcerer. Nerus did not realize it at the time, but the words he bound in blood bound more than just his own spirit to these machinations.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: What were those words?
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Two souls spared,Two souls bound. Two fates unshared, by calamity of the drowned, Nowhere to be found. Thy wretched name, riven. Thy wretched soul, unforgiven. Two for one life, spared of this one strife, Bourne into a world of tragedy rife. By pact profane, eternally rue. Broken only by two: A selfless soul selfishly given, And a selfish soul selflessly given. I pondered those words for a great many years. But the truth of it is… beyond my understanding. Even after all this time. So it is no wonder that Nerus the fool agreed to such a bargain. But that’s the truth of this world, Nyxxa. The strong will always do what the strong desire, and the weak need to get out of the way. And one day the sky falls upon the strong. The cycle continues on and on until everyone gets their due share of suffering. There’s no justice, you’re right. But this is not a world where anyone is exempt from suffering.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Then I suppose that just means all we can do is get stronger.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: As if that would help. So. What do you think? Now you know this whole sorry, sordid tale. Pathetic isn’t it?
Nyxxa had stopped punching things and settled into a quiet seething, unsure of what to say.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I don’t know. So you did all of that? Or, sorry, Nerus did all of that? And then… turned me to spare me from that fate? Is that what I’m hearing? Because, forgive me if I still get the impression that you did all this, then pulled me into it to prove yourself right.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Perhaps I did. Perhaps I simply didn’t want to be the only fool in the room. By now I imagine you can make some assumptions. After all, Nerus had many pupils under him. He never had children of his own. But there were many of his students. Some who were more… frustrating than others. It doesn’t take a leap of imagination to fill in the blanks.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: So Nhemai trained under him then?
Vaerux says [telepathically]: He taught her everything he knew.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: That’s why you said…
Nyxxa’s anger started to boil up again.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: That’s why you said nothing would ever match when that first time you told me… because she never knew.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: No. She didn’t.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: It was only after everything was done… so you did to her what was done to you!
Vaerux says [telepathically]: We satyrs tend to spread our own suffering. So yes. That’s precisely what happened. But if you think I was responsible for orchestrating the situation, I was not. It was not my hand that captured Daleera. It was simply mine that made sure you knew. And mine that guided you to the one way that could ensure her safety.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Then who else?
Vaerux says [telepathically]: It was the satyrs who had captured her, of course. The Xavians. She was the one that got herself captured. She likely would have died had her rescuer not arrived when she did.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: So it was a coincidence you took advantage of.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Precisely. I’m a patient man, after all. And there was no reason for me to not take advantage of it. Especially after I found out where you had been all those years. And… with whom you decided to start a life with. It was only a matter of time before the tragedy came for you as well. It’s how these things go. Perhaps I was the tragedy. Still dancing to Xavius’s tune all these years later. I can’t say. And well… it seems to have fallen back on me by your hand.
Nyxxa’s breath hitches, and she returned to seething.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I don’t want to hear another word from you.
She returned to breaking everything around her as she realized all the times Vaerux had gaslit her, and she was furious and angry. She kept destroying everything until her body couldn’t continue any longer.
After a fair bit, she came crawling back out of the room. She was disheveled with a lot of visible wounds. Sol used magic as Zar’Kaa moved forward to check over the wounds.
Levia Blackflight says: Shit, Nyx, are you okay?
Arthak Saurfang says: Time is needed.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: It was all to prove himself right! I was to prove himself right. And it worked!
Nyxxa dropped to her knees and Lantresor leaned down to scoop Nyxxa up.
Lantresor says: I think what you need now is rest.
Nyxxa nodded as Lantresor carried her off to bed. People peeked into the rage room, and they saw green blood splattered everywhere. Everything was broken to pieces or at least damaged.
Levia looked a bit angry, and Arthak wordlessly passed her a cigar. She nodded and headed out to smoke.
People generally dispersed to also get ready to go to sleep, but in the interim, Zar’Kaa found Zekhan making a few offerings to the elements and the spirits.
Zekhan says: Elements of fire… loa of the blaze… if you can hear me, please allow the inferno that rages within the breasts of those of this land, both those we hold dear and those we have never met, may they be doused by the rain of love and time. Spirits of the wind… may you breathe life back into these lands and bring freedom and banish sorrow…
He continued through the ritual, clearly worried about the people that went through everything during the prior day. After he finished, he turned and smiled at Zar’Kaa.
Zekhan says: Zar’Kaa. I was just wrapping things up. What’s on your mind?
Zar'Kaa says: I haven’t checked din with you since we left, so I figured now would be a good time.
Zekhan says: I appreciate it. Was there something in particular you were worried about? Or just a general update?
Zar’Kaa sat down next to Zekhan.
Zar'Kaa says: This may sound out of the blue, but… you know that I see on a daily basis how good of a job you’re doing, right?
Zekhan blinked, but smiled.
Zekhan says: I appreciate you saying so. I’m doing everything I can to help. I understand the spiritual practices are a fair bit different from our own, but I can’t help but find… so much to admire in the people here. But I’m glad to hear you say it. And I do know that you think such things.
Zar'Kaa says: Okay. It’s just that, um…
He looked away for a moment.
Zar'Kaa says: I dunno, I haven’t been very good at saying those things. I don’t say them often enough. I just didn’t want you to think because I haven’t devoted a lot of time to you over the past few weeks that I haven’t wanted to.
Zekhan says: You are dealing with a great burden right now, Zar’Kaa, one you never expected to have to deal with. I understand that will require a lot from you. That’s why I include you in all my rituals.
Zar'Kaa says: Really?
Zekhan offered a cheeky smile.
Zekhan says: I know your opinion of the loa is contentious, but I know they still watch out for you.
Zar'Kaa says: Debatable. But as for you… what do you say on my behalf?
Zekhan says: I hope for peace. I pray for peace. I’ve been thinking a lot about the tales from when you were younger. I’ve been thinking of… what I know about how you were treated. And while I don’t know the whole story, I know it’s not fair.
Zar’Kaa was quietly gritting his teeth.
Zekhan says: I… I wish I had known you earlier. Maybe if we would have been friends back then, if we would have been on the same side of the world, I could have done something. Stood up for you. But it’s not fair for me to… think such things, so I try to do other things now. I pray for the wind to give you the freedom to walk unbound by those chains of the past, I pray for the spirits of fire to calm your heart, for the spirits of water to guide you, and for the spirits of earth to give those that hurt you a new perspective and the wisdom to know what they did was wrong.
It was clear Zekhan was aware of Zar’Kaa pain, and that he wanted to help. It wasn’t so much a guilt as it was a responsibility he decided to take upon himself.
Zar'Kaa says: You know, I can’t say what would have been different or what you could have done. Hell, I… I think the only person who didn’t have that fear was Seria. She had other issues with me, but she didn’t think I was cursed. So… yeah, you’re right, maybe it’s not helpful to think about what could have been. But… I know your prayers mean well. I know the loa are things you understand. But, they don’t do anything for me, man. The loa have been some of the people that have caused me pain. The loa are the reason my body isn’t right and doesn’t work.
Zekhan furrowed his brow.
Zekhan says: Zar’Kaa, I know that you have complicated feelings about them, but… I don’t think you should place all that blame upon them. You can’t refuse to drink water simply because you almost drowned once. Refuse to breathe because a great storm destroyed your home. I don’t know everything that’s happened to you, and I don’t need to know, but… if you ever want to talk about it, I will listen. And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re cursed. I’ve seen you fight. I’ve seen all the things you can do. The last thing I would say is that your body doesn’t work. You may not heal as quickly as other zandali, but I don’t think that makes you any less one of us.
Zar'Kaa says: There are some that would disagree with you.
Zekhan says: Feel free to point them out to me.
Zar'Kaa says: So what, so you could zap them?
Zekhan says: I would talk first, but if things come to that, that’s an option.
Zar'Kaa says: Well if I need a zappy sniper I’ll keep you in mind.
Zekhan says: If you want… I would be happy to try and commune with the loa on your behalf. I’m hardly an expert, I couldn’t do anything as impressive as someone like Rokhan or the chieftain, but if you ever want answers… and you don’t want to ask someone who might be able to give you more, maybe I can help. I’m no priest. My connection with the loa and the elements is different than how they would approach it, but maybe that’s not a bad way for you to start, if that’s something you want to look into.
Zar'Kaa says: I don’t need anything from them. I just need things from you. Zuni. Volrath. Anyone that is under my command and anyone I actually give a damn about. Thanks for offering, but I don’t think that’s for me, you know?
Zekhan says: Well, the offer is always on the table. Regardless of our mission, I still consider you a friend, Zar’Kaa. I hope you do too, but I also understand if you don’t.
Zar’Kaa gave Zekhan a skeptical look.
Zekhan says: I just… I don’t want to presume.
Zar'Kaa says: No, but nothing has changed on that front. Things are different and there are times I need to play the captain and not your friend, but that hasn’t gone away. That still matters to me. I wouldn’t be talking to you otherwise, right?
Zekhan says: I’m glad. And thanks for earlier. I do appreciate it! You could serve to remind people of that more often. You can never tell anyone they’re doing a good job too much, at least not in my experience. Which… on that note, Zar’Kaa, I think you’re doing a pretty good job too. It’s not easy what you’re doing. There’s always room for improvement, but I think you’re doing a pretty good job.
Zar'Kaa says: I should leave you to finish your prayers. Oh. But one more thing before I go. That selling yourself short shit? Stop doing that. Because you’re just as capable as anything as any of the priests of the tribe.
Zekhan says: Oh, I… that’s just simply because I approach it a different way. It’s… a spiritualism thing.
Zar'Kaa says: In any case, don’t sell yourself short. That’s an order.
Zekhan says: Yes sir.
Zar'Kaa says: Alright then, navigator. I’ll see you in the morning.
Zekhan says: Get some rest, Zar’Kaa.
November 14th
The following morning, Nyxxa awoke after a very heavy sleep. Her head was in Lantresor’s lap, and he was saying in a meditative pose with his eyes closed.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Good morning.
Lantresor says: You are wrong.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Uh…?
Lantresor says: What you said last night. That you proved Vaerux right. You are wrong.
Nyxxa’s ears drooped.
Lantresor says: I believe you did the exact opposite. But I see where your mind has given you this thought, and I accept it. I will be here, and in time, I hope you too can see that he is wrong.
Nyxxa’s eyes started to tear up and Lantresor didn’t open his eyes until he looked down at Nyxxa.
Lantresor says: Good morning.
Nyxxa raised her arms for a hug and he smiled as he leaned over and gave her a hug.
Arthak greeted Mayla the next morning as they were working on gathering their things together and breaking camp.
Mayla Highmountain says: Arthak. I have to say, this is my first time sleeping in a… door in a side of a tree, but it was surprisingly comfortable.
Arthak Saurfang says: Magic is strange. At the best of times.
Mayla Highmountain says: This type of magic is far beyond my understanding.
Arthak Saurfang says: And mine. Though that is related to what I wish to speak on. Magic.
There was a moment of “uh oh” from Mayla as she recalled the events of the prior night, but she relaxed.
Mayla Highmountain says: What about?
Arthak Saurfang says: Now that you have overcome your trials, there was something I wished to discuss with you. I intend to reach out with magic to Dargrul and speak with him.
Mayla furrowed her brow.
Mayla Highmountain says: To what end?
Arthak Saurfang says: My hope would be to potentially avert a war. Failing that, acquire information… inspire fear. We’ll have to see how it happens. But I wished to check with you first.
Mayla Highmountain says: I appreciate it. I would speak to him myself, but given what happened between him and my father… I would not trust myself to make such an attempt on my own. If you or your companions have magic that would allow you to do that… if that could avert further conflict… that, I believe, would be more than ideal. However, we will need to be careful about our timing. On one hand, if we were to each out to him now, it’s only been a few days since the attack. He may be rattled still. It could break things down before it gets serious. However, if we give him time, he may galvanize himself… it’s hard to say, but if we could resolve things with the Skyhorn and bring the High Crawliac to justice and ensure the Bloodtotem marches at our back, you can present a united Highmountain. A promise that if he does not answer, there will be war. I don’t know which approach would be better. Waiting could back him into a corner… but doing so preemptively could frighten him.
Arthak Saurfang says: I was intending on doing it tonight. Mostly laying the groundwork. If nothing else, I hope to ascertain motives and reasons. And sow the seeds for what may come next.
Mayla Highmountain says: I give you my blessing to do so. Just be careful. I don’t know this magic or if there’s anyway for him to harm you… but I don’t want you to put yourself at risk.
Arthak Saurfang says: Alas, been there done that. But the individuals capable of such redirection were formidable in different ways than the Underking.
Mayla nodded.
Mayla Highmountain says: I will leave this task to you then. Impossible though it may be, anything you may discover would be valuable.
Arthak Saurfang says: Indeed. A worthy secondary goal. Thank you, Mayla.
Mayla Highmountain says: Thank you, Arthak. I know that you and your companions have much to gain from helping the Highmountain, but I appreciate it nonetheless. I understand that you have put yourselves at no small risk on our behalf already, and by An’she I won’t forget that.
Arthak Saurfang says: I know.
Mayla Highmountain says: And as harrowing as yesterday’s test was, I fear we are only getting started. I hope the Trueshot Lodge can shine some light.
Arthak Saurfang says: A hope I share. We will see. For now. Later today we may have answers.
Mayla Highmountain says: I simply hope your magic can reach him.
Arthak Saurfang says: Less certain.
Levia was sending glances over at Nyxxa and checking in on her. She didn’t bring up the prior night directly, but was clearly hinting that she was concerned. Nyxxa decided to explain everything Vaerux had said over breakfast, and the story that he had shared, as it may have been relevant to Nar’thalas.
Zar'Kaa says: So he was keeping you from it this whole time?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Yes. That is what he does. Though that was the last thing he could hide.
Levia Blackflight says: Figures he’d try to play the tragic backstory on you.
Zar'Kaa says: Manipulator from the sounds of it. That’s what they do.
Arthak Saurfang says: Congratulations on your victory.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: It was going to be a war of attrition regardless, and I can’t say I feel… I made my bed. But I can say that if I could have chosen a different demon, I would have done that.
Zar'Kaa says: Maybe so, but the information he gave you may aid our cause. That has to count, right?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: As difficult as Vaerux can be, he’s useful in his own way. In spite of my misgivings, he’s also teaching me magic, and that is my choice too. But if our journeys have taught us anything, even an asshole can be useful.
Arthak Saurfang says: Sometimes very. And if nothing else, this signifies you have him, well… he lost his last card. So.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Though I don’t have much hope for this, I am hoping this means it doesn’t need to be a war anymore. Regardless, he still has every right to hate me for what I did, and I doubt he’s going to ever forgive me, but… perhaps I just wish for a stalemate. That’s my goal, at least.
Levia Blackflight says: Do you… think you know who knows about this?
Nyxxa shook her head.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’m pretty sure Delas has no idea.
Levia Blackflight says: I suppose that’ll be a fun conversation.
Nyxxa’s ears drooped.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’m going to need to tell her.
Arthak Saurfang says: That is a conversation you have time before though.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Not to mention Kor’vas, but there are a number of things I need to tell Kor’vas… unrelated, I understand you lot like teasing me, but I would appreciate you not do so in front of Kor’vas at least.
Nyxxa put a hand on Lantresor’s shoulder, and Lantresor squeezed it.
Arthak Saurfang says: To do so would be cruel. Understood.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Thank you. I fear my conversation with Delas previously may have given her a false hope things would… return to normal.
Zar'Kaa says: if there is such a thing.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: There isn’t… but Kor’vas can be a hopeful soul. Bless her heart.
Thura Saurfang says: I don’t understand all this, but it sounds like you won a hard-won victory against your inner demons. Literally. I believe that’s a victory worth celebrating.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: The rage I still need to work on. I’d like to try it again, but perhaps some time so I can recover. I’m still a bit sore. I know that I told you all that was going to happen, but apologies you had to see that.
Arthak Saurfang says: We chose to.
Zar'Kaa says: It’s better to know the full person.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’m blessed to have met you all. Thank you.
Zar'Kaa says: Don’t mention it, even if you are referring to the Horde more than me.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I do mean all of you! For a long time, I thought I’d never experience kindness of any sort, and last night took me back to that. So I suppose it’s like waking up from a nightmare. I’m glad, in a way, the worst of it is over and I’m awake.
Thura gave Nyxxa an understanding nod.
Thura Saurfang says: Waking up is sometimes the hardest thing. The morning after emerging from these things is… hard. But you’re strong. And you’re not alone. If you need anything, we are here.
Nyxxa smiled at her.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I know. But it’s wonderful to hear that. I love you all and I hope you know that.
Sol'chi says: Love you too.
Arthak Saurfang says: You say it plenty.
Levia elbowed Arthak gently.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: And I will say it as much as I please! That is my own rebellion.
Arthak Saurfang says: And that is why you win.
Lantresor says: I do not believe any of us could stop you.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I don’t think even I could stop me now.
The group finished wrapping everything up and exited the manor that Sol had conjured. Mayla looked up at the mountain and explained the lodge wasn’t far. Once they made it across the river, they could scale the mountain in a day or two. She was confident she could find a path, unless someone had some sort of trick up their sleeve.
Rak’Symma started to laugh quietly. Thislaee looked over at her.
Rak'Symma says: As it turns out, I do have a trick. It’ll be different from the first, and it’s a bit more jarring than the last.
Rak’Symma conjured a small cloud in her hand.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: You can turn people into clouds too!?
Rak'Symma says: Sort of. But yes… mists. Vapor…
She pointed upward.
Rak'Symma says: Sort of like those.
Nyxxa wagged her tail and Arthak nodded.
Arthak Saurfang says: We’ve been subject to similar magics.
Sol'chi says: Last time we were wolf clouds. I wonder what we’ll be this time.
Rak'Symma says: Knowing me… birds. Probably.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I love birds!
Rak'Symma says: Well. I might as well get us started.
Mayla Highmountain says: We of the Highmountain are used to keeping our hooves on the ground…
Rak'Symma says: You flew once yesterday and did just fine.
Mayla Highmountain says: I suppose you’re right, and after facing the trials last night, a short flight should be nothing in comparison.
Rak’Symma channeled her magic and mists swirled around the group, turning them into an amorphous vapor that slowly took shape into forms similar to birds.
Zar'Kaa says [telepathic bond]: For the record, I kind of hate this. But it’s convenient.
Zekhan says [telepathic bond]: This is incredible! I’ve heard of it before, but it’s so different and incredible!
Nyxxa had immediately started to do flips in the air. Mayla was a bit unsteady, but she found her wings soon enough. Mayala resembled a horned owl with antlers. Symma looked like a pale raven. Zar’Kaa resembled a condor with a mohawk. Sol was a seagull. Arthak and Thura were both vultures. Thisalee was a crow. Lantresor was a pennant wing nightjar. Levia and Rexxar were also ravens, and Zekhan resembled a thunderbird. Nyxxa was a kestrel.
The experience was very strange for those that weren’t familiar with it, but they made very good time as they soared up towards the mountains. Eventually, nestling amongst the trees, they could see a snow-covered tower that was of kaldorei design. They also saw a sizable hunting lodge smattered with stables and other small out buildings.
Mayla suggested they land outside the perimeter of the lodge so that they didn’t startle them, and they began to take their humanoid forms again. In the minute it took to regain their forms, they had already become aware of about a half dozen night elven hunters.
Mayla raised her hands.
Mayla Highmountain says: Hold friends, I am Mayla Highmountain, and these people are under my protection. We come in peace.
A night elf approached. She had dark hair and a bow in her hands, but she smiled.
Night Elf Sentry says: A bold claim, Mayla Highmountain. I have a feeling that I may have just the people to corroborate that story.
She glanced over as two Highmountain tauren also came out of the trees.
Female Highmountain Tauren says: Lower your bows, everyone. It’s good to see you again Mayla!
Mayla Highmountain says: Apata? I had no idea you were here.
They approached and hugged and rubbed their antlers together.
Mayla Highmountain says: Apata, Wuho, it’s so good to see you.
The rest of the night elves came out of hiding.
Mayla Highmountain says: Friends, this is Apata and Wuho, my cousins.
Apata Highmountain says: It’s great to meet friends of Mayla. What brings you to Trueshot Lodge?
Mayla Highmountain says: A lot has happened at Highmountain. I trust you’ve gotten wind of what has transpired already?
Apata looked down.
Apata Highmountain says: I’m sorry, Mayla. I wish there was something we could have done to save uncle Ulan…
Mayla Highmountain says: It’s alright. Knowing you are here and safe is more than enough.
The original night elf looked at Rak’Symma.
Night Elf Sentry says: I see you bear the markings of a Skyfriend of the Skyhorn. You are Rak’Symma, yes?
Rak'Symma says: I am.
The night elf smiled.
Night Elf Sentry says: We’ve heard about you. All good things! Are you familiar with a man named Loren Stormhoof?
Rak’Symma had met him briefly. He was an ambassador that worked directly under Lasan and was one of his closest and best friends, and was a member of the Unseen Path and served as a liaison between the Unseen Path and the Skyhorn.
Night Elf Sentry says: He is present here right now. He’s brought tidings from Skyhorn. He will be pleased to see you, as will the Huntmaster. She’s been hoping to meet you herself for a long time. I imagine she’ll want to speak with all of you.
The night elf then looked over to Zar’Kaa and Zekhan.
Night Elf Sentry says: Are you Darkspear tribe?
Zar'Kaa says: We are. I’m Zar’Kaa, captain of the Reuniter. This is Zekhan, my navigator.
Night Elf Sentry says: Wonderful. I presume you are here to rendezvous with your people?
Zar'Kaa says: They’ve arrived?
Night Elf Sentry says: They have. They got here late last evening.
Zar'Kaa says: Wonderful to hear. I’ll be happy to introduce all of you as well.
Night Elf Sentry says: They have some introductions of their own. They are currently within the enclave speaking to a number of former members of your tribe that have joined the Unseen Path. I need to return to my post, but Apata and Wuho can make introductions.
Apata Highmountain says: Of course, Sentry Sprydash.
Salian Sprydash says: Very well. I need to ensure the perimeter is secure.
She looked over at Rak’Symma with a look that communicated that there were developments she would learn about quite readily.
Apata took care of the introductions as she and Wuho led them deeper into the lodge. Apata informed Symma that they had heard tales of her, specifically that she had been raised by one of the great spirits of the sky, and that anyone would be a fool to mistrust the marking on her face if those stories were true.
Mayla exchanged brief stories about the trials and informed her cousins that Rak’Symma had accompanied her on them. Apata joking mused that she was offended that Mayla hadn’t chosen herself.
The majority of the people at the lodge were night elves, but there were a fair number of tauren as well. There were pelts of various beasts all over the place, as well as trophies of great hunts from over the year. It looked to be a perfect blend of kaldorei and Highmountain culture, as it had blended over thousands of years.
As Zar’Kaa headed in, Wuho tapped him on the shoulder and gestured over to some structures that seemed to be of Darkspear make. Volrath was there speaking to a mountain of a jungle troll that was nearly the size of a frost or Zandalari troll. He had a massive shield propped up against the side of the hut and, despite the chill, he was just wearing the bottom half of his armor, and he had a heavy fur cloak over his shoulders. He had massive pecs that were damp and implied he had just finished a training regime of some sort. He seemed to be speaking with Volrath with some level of familiarity.
Zar’Kaa didn’t recognize the man, but Arthak had read some stories about the troll wars and he had reason to believe this man was Zanga, otherwise known as the Walking Fort. There were stories that told of his feats during the wars.
Arthak Saurfang says: Zanga… I think.
Zar'Kaa says: Maybe. We’ll have to find out later.
As they continued inside, they saw a night elf woman leaning over a map. She had an eagle perched nearby, and she was speaking with Loren Stormhoof and a few other members of the Unseen Path. She was Emmarel Shadewarden, the leader of the Unseen Path.
Apata Highmountain says: Huntmaster Shadewarden, Mayla Highmountain has arrived with a number of guests, as you can see.
Emmarel smiled.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Well. I had reason to believe that your group may be arriving soon. It’s nice for that promised day to arrive. Not a day too soon. I’m Emmarel Shadewarden, the Huntermaste of this place. Welcome to Trueshot Lodge.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Thank you for your hospitality.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: You must be Nyxxa, right?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Yes.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Your Slayer said you’d be arriving.
She then looked at Arthak.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: And I wager you are the warchief of the orcish Horde, correct?
Arthak Saurfang says: Correct.
Everyone else made their introductions, and she stopped when her eyes fell on Rak’Symma.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: I’ve heard a handful of stories about you.
She glanced over at Loren, who beamed at Rak’Symma.
Loren Stormhoof says: It’s good to see you again, Skyfriend. I’m glad you’re doing well.
Rak'Symma says: Thank you. It’s an honor to be here.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: The honor is mine.
She looked at Rak’Symma intensely for a moment, and there were some obvious thoughts in her eyes.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: After we conclude business here, Rak’Symma, I wouldn’t mind speaking to you more privately.
Rak'Symma says: O-of course…
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Alright. Welcome to the Trueshot Lodge, everyone. This is Loren Stormhoof, one of our members and our liaison with the Skyhorn tribe.
Loren Stormhoof says: It’s an honor. I’ve already received word from Lasan about the good you’ve done. I look forward to seeing what other impacts you have on Highmountain.
Emmarel gestured at another tauren, who had white fur, but he had a set of steer horns that indicated he was not of Highmountain ancestry.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: This is Holt Thunderhorn. He’s our resident lore master, and a liaison with the shu’halo tribes of Mulgore.
Holt squinted, as he had red eyes and seemingly had poor eyesight.
Holt Thunderhorn says:' Yeah. Well met.
Emmarel then gestured to another kaldorei man near her.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: This is Brand Evenvow. He’s in charge of logistics and also was the one that built this lodge.
Brand nodded and surveyed the group with tired eyes.
Brand Evenvow says: Your presence is welcome. It’s been some time since we’ve had so many outsiders at Trueshot Lodge.
He got a wistful smile on his face.
Brand Evenvow says: I’m sure Namuria would have loved to see so many strangers walking these halls. If you need anything, let me know. I’m in charge of ensuring our hunters have the supplies they need. Challenging as that can be at times.
Emmarel smiled and put a hand on his shoulder.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Before we get started… are there any questions you have that I can answer for you? If there is any fog in your minds about what we do, I’d rather dispel that now.
Zar'Kaa says: I wouldn’t mind an explanation.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: We are the Unseen path. We were originally a branch of the kaldorei sentinels, but we ventured beyond the forests of Kalimdor and ensure safety for the wellbeing of the people of Azeroth.
She looked over at Arthak.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: We understand the situation that unfolded in Quel’thalas recently. Though we did not have the opportunity to step in ourselves… do know that your people won’t face retribution, as I understand that situation is… complicated at present. But we have stepped forward in matters across all of Azeroth when circumstances allow us to do so.
Zar'Kaa says: You’re based here in Highmountain?
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Correct. It’s our primary base and has been for thousands of years. Since shortly after the War of the Ancients. After its construction, we worked more closely with the Highmountain and some of the other wayward souls of similar disposition. Since then, it’s grown to be more than just a kaldorei organization.
Zar'Kaa says: It’s impressive. It seems you all function as a militia of sorts? Are there other services or things you focus on?
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Mostly sticking our noses in places they don’t belong.
Emmarel smiled.
Zar'Kaa says: I see. That’s all I’ve got. Thank you.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Then we can speak on business at hand. A few days ago, harpy tribes from all over the Broken Isles have been on the move. Now that we’ve heard elsewise, it appears the time seems to coordinate closely to when the attack on Highmountain began. We’re unsure what exactly they’re doing, but I believe that Loren may have some insight on that regard.
Loren Stormhoof says: Unfortunately yes. Our skysingers have been unable to read messages from the Windmother. This began about a cycle ago. Her omens began to become quiet, and then simply ceased. This was also around the same time we noticed strange activity amongst the Crawliac. Spellcraft of unknown origin. Their witchcraft has always been beyond our understanding. We can only do what we can to undo or counter their curses, but… it appears as if they have been utilizing other unfamiliar magics. For the Skymother to go silent… we fear she may be in danger. I do not know if she is under attack or is being silenced, but it is all we can do to learn what we can.
Rak'Symma says: I think she’s been captured…
Loren Stormhoof says: How do you know that?
Rak'Symma says: Ah… I had a vision. I don’t know how best to describe it. But I know the Crawliac’s power grows, and I know Ohn’ara is in grave danger, and it seems the two are connected.
Emmarel scratches her chin.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: I’m inclined to agree with you, Skyfriend. This smells of a conspiracy, and I doubt that it’s sheer coincidence. The arrival of the strangers to these shores… including both your group, the group I arrived with, and those who preceded us… the Crawliac’s activity shifting… followed by the attack on Thunder Totem and the disappearance of Ohn’ara. It seems almost certain that these things are connected. Now what we must decide is what we plan to do about it.
Rak’Symma looked back at the rest of the party and then Mayla before looking forward again.
Rak'Symma says: The intention is to flush her nest.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: So you wish to go on the offense as well?
Rak'Symma says: There’s no other option.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Good! We’re of similar mind. We were trying to make plans, but with the attack on Thunder Totem, the Highmountain tribes are not in a position to mount a full assault. I’ve prepared missives to recall hunters from the field, but it will take several weeks we do not have. Whatever foul plans Crawliac has is likely a matter of days. But we need to go about this smartly. Will you all help?
The group agreed.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Good. Know that you’ll have the full support of Trueshot Lodge. The High Crawliac has been a thorn in the sides of many. Whatever schemes she has planned… I will be thrilled to help thwart them, especially if my suspicions are correct.
Zar'Kaa says: We just need to put in the effort, right?
Rak'Symma says: Not all schemes can be undone…
Emmarel Shadwarden says: No, but future ones can be prevented.
Mayla Highmountain says: What suspicions do you have?
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Loren says they are using unfamiliar magic. Given that happened after the fel-wielding outsiders arrived, I imagine she’s made contact with the demons. If that’s true, it’s just further proof of how dangerous she is.
Zar'Kaa says: So she wields the fel? Was there another magic she wielded before?
Emmarel Shadwarden says: We cannot say for certain, but it is a possibility, and we should operate on that assumption. But if we put all our resources into countering a form of magic she’s not using, those are resources we won’t have.
Rak'Symma says: Crawliac uses death.
Loren Stormhoof says: Her magic is a foul thing. Slithering with rot and decay. But this new magic is hard to describe. The scouts who have borne witness to it… they speak of befuddlement beyond what she has used in the past. She was able to reach into their minds and pluck strings they hasn’t been able to before.
Arthak Saurfang says: Shadowmoon…
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: It doesn’t sound like fel.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: We’ll need to watch out for that. If you believe there is a way to counter it, I recommend you do so.
Zar'Kaa says: Do you have any intelligence on her numbers?
Emmarel Shadwarden says: They don’t call her the witchqueen for no reason. She makes her lair in the heart of the Haglands, and effectively every harpy on the Broken Isles dances to her tune. It’s hard to get her exact number… but it is easily within the hundreds or thousands. That said, if we’re able to destroy her, she controls the other harpy tribes with fear. If she is destroyed, their threat will diminish. At which point they can be contained or, if we’re lucky, reasoned with.
Arthak Saurfang says: So decapitation is the strategy.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: It’s one she’s all too familiar with.
Zar'Kaa says: For now, it seems to be our course of action. We can’t sue for peace. But we can still come at them another way. Guerilla style.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Do you have a suggestion?
Zar'Kaa says: I do. Here with me is the crew of the Reuniter. They are experts in scouting. Remaining unseen. Gathering intel. They can find out what targets are the best to strike and create the most chaos.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: We already have a great deal of that information, and I’m uncertain we’ll be able to get more without putting people at risk. We can do so… but it will take time and it will be dangerous.
Arthak Saurfang says: You mentioned a timeframe measured in days, not weeks.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: The more time we give her, the more time Crawliac has.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Plus this is a rescue mission now.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: It is. If we could discern what her goals are and perhaps she is holding Ohn’ahra, that would be useful… but, as I said before, we would be racing against the clock if we were to do so. But I will be putting the full breadth of the Lodge to the offensive, and it seems your fighters will work well with how the Unseen Path operates.
Zar'Kaa says: Seems so.
Loren Stormhoof says: Lasan is hoping for an all out offensive as soon as possible to get them on the back talon before they can prepare and before she can pull off what she is trying to do. We’re hoping to hit them from the east while the Path strikes from the west. We converge on the Haglands.
Rak'Symma says: I can draw her out. She hates me more than anyone.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: You would be extremely effective bait, but are you sure?
Rak'Symma says: I’m the one she wants.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Alright.
Rak'Symma says: Who does she have under her command?
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Her forces are many, and she’s been likely trying to draw matriarchs from other tribes. The situation is a twisted mockery of what the harpies of Highmountain have been historically.
Rak'Symma says: Perhaps we can turn her mockery into irony.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: I hope so. Directly under her command are her three matriarch daughters–
Rak'Symma says: Ragi, Agara, and Ugla.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Correct! Ragi is a powerful hexxer. Dealing with her is important, as she may be the one that pioneered the curse that is twisting the wildlife. Agara Deathsong is said to have a voice with a supernatural quality, one that can rob someone of their senses and life. Ugla the hag is difficult to pin down. Knowing the scope and breadth of her own involvement is difficult, but she may be at the heart. I would not be surprised if she’s working directly with the High Crawliac. And then there’s her herself. She’s one of the most powerful matriarchs to rise in a very long time. Our best bet will be to target these three lieutenants. We could try to draw them off the High Crawliac and strike at her directly, but that would be dangerous, as they would likely fly to her aid. But, there would be the element of surprise. I’m sure Lasan has more of a plan from his vantage point at Skyhorn. I would recommend your force splits in two. Some of you can remain here in Trueshot Lodge, while the rest can join Lasan at Skyhorn. From there, we can coordinate via animal messengers and the like and ensure we are on the same page. Lasan’s seers can likewise reach us.
Arthak Saurfang says: A sound proposal.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: We plan to fly north over the fields of An’she and hit them from the Witchwood to the west. If I were a betting woman, which I haven’t been for a few millennia, I would wager that Lasan is planning to fly through the Darkfeather Valley to attack as directly as possible. He likes to handle things head on. By fending off reinforcements from the Screeching Crag, you will be able to strike into the heart of her den and draw her out, and we can provide as much assistance as possible.
Zar'Kaa says: I like that strategy.
Arthak Saurfang says: So. Direct strike. You all coming in on the flanks… if Lasan’s forces go directly for Crawliac, could your forces cut them off?
Emmarel Shadwarden says: That sounds like a perfect idea. She owns much of the land in the heart of this region. Nearly cutting off the Bloodtotem’s lands to the north. If we hit her from as many directions as once, she won’t be able to keep a tight leash on her orders. We can then try to outrun her lieutenants or kill them before they can return. There are benefits and detriments to both.
Arthak Saurfang says: It would stand to benefit if we can get the Bloodtotem to commit.
Mayla Highmountain says: Torok won’t budge unless we can answer his challenge first and that would be difficult… getting his forces to the Haglands that quickly… we would be pressed for time.
Sol'chi says: It could also draw attention.
Arthak Saurfang says: Attention isn’t bad in this case.
Zar'Kaa says: In either case, it seems we are limited on time. If we really just have days, it seems that’s something we’ll need to set aside.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: It would be a windfall if Torok joined the offensive. If you think you could convince him, we could take that extra time to try and get information… but their numbers would be bolstered over those days. I’m sure Lasan will listen to reason if he needs to wait.
Loren Stormhoof says: He’s no fool, even if he’s a firebrand.
Mayla Highmountain says: Though getting Torok on our side would be a windfall, it’s better we strike sooner. The more lives we can save from striking hard and fast, the better. Is that okay with you, Rak’Symma?
Rak'Symma says: Why did you wait so long?
She looked at Emmarel.
Rak'Symma says: Crawliac has been a threat for as long as I’ve been alive.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: You strike me as someone that wants the true answer, yes? It’s because you’re here. You’re entirely right. She will be coming for you. She wants to eliminate you. But before we never had bait quite as tantalizing as you are for her. And now she’s doing something. She’s plotting something. She can’t react to us. Not as quickly. Not as efficiently. We get her back to the wall, she gets desperate. We lose less people and we take her head. We don’t have the forces alone to handle them. We never did. Skyhorn likewise couldn’t, even if we worked together. But I heard what you pulled off in Thunder Totem, and I heard what your traveling companions did before they came here. There’s a storm brewing, and right now is the perfect time to strike. So quite literally, it’s because we couldn’t do it. But with you here, we may have a shot.
Symma nodded slowly.
Zar'Kaa says: So. Okay. I want to understand then. Rak’Symma, why does the Crawliac want you so bad?
Rak'Symma says: Because of Proxcera. She came before me.
Zar'Kaa says: Sorry, I’m still lost. Who’s that?
Rak'Symma says: Proxcera was the matriarch of Highmountain. While she lived… things were tenuous, but there was peace.
Zar'Kaa says: Until?
Rak'Symma says: Crawliac couldn’t stand for that. At what was meant to be a peaceful gathering, she murdered Proxcera. In a very public way.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Crawliac’s nest rests on the bones of Proxcera.
Rak'Symma says: Literally her bones.
Zar'Kaa says: I see.
Arthak Saurfang says: So you are a loose end and a threat by existing.
Zar'Kaa says: A threat to her rule.
Rak'Symma says: And she missed killing me once.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: She won’t turn down a second opportunity.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good. That’s useful.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: It is. But this will be a great risk to you, Rak’Symma.
Rak'Symma says: There’s always a risk. The only difference between now and before is that I’ve grown stronger and there are people willing to do… something stupid.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: I found those are my favorite sort of people.
Zar'Kaa says: Besides it won’t be stupid if we win, right?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: More foolish than stupid!
Rak'Symma says: That’s an if. She was a threat with the magic she had… now she has something new.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: It simply means that we can’t allow her to stay any longer. Especially if Mother Eagle is at risk. She gave us this land. Gave us a purpose. Her own protection. If she is in danger, I won’t allow her to come to any harm. Not while I still draw breath and can still draw a bowstring.
Zar'Kaa says: We can beat her. We just need to believe, as cliche as that sounds. You can’t defeat an enemy until you buy into the idea that you can.
Arthak Saurfang says: So we have a plan. We have a timeline. The next step is to put it into action.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: Indeed. I’ll leave it up to you how you wish to split your forces. We’ll make do with whoever you decide to leave us. I’m sure the eagles can safely get you to Skyhorn… though, Rak’Symma, I’m sure you can get everyone there easier. But regardless, once preparations are done, we’ll make sure you’re ready.
Zar’Kaa said he would speak to his crew to ensure they would be able to offer the Unseen Path anything they are capable of. Emmarel offered the continued hospitality of the Trueshot Lodge, and said they had some limited supplies they were open to engage in trade with.
Emmarel Shadwarden says: May Mu’sha or Elune guide our arrows and watch over us. We’ll certainly need it.
The meeting was adjourned, and the group was given run of the Lodge.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: So, I know we have choices of where to go, but… Rak’Symma, do you want to fight alongside your friend?
Rak'Symma says: Lasan?
Nyxxa nodded.
Rak'Symma says: I’d rather be there to keep him safe.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Alright. I think that’s where we should go then. I know it can be worrying, so I thought it would be worth bringing up.
Levia Blackflight says: Hey, I know this doesn’t mean much, but we have a bit of a track record when it comes to taking down assholes. I know it’s not much… but look. We’ll get you your revenge.
Rak'Symma says: It’s not really about revenge. Not really. Not for me.
Levia Blackflight says: Oh. I figured seeing she like… kind of killed your mom?
Rak'Symma says: Harpies fight for territory all the time. What the Crawliac is doing is simply wrong and needs to be stopped.
Levia Blackflight says: I can fight for that.
Rak'Symma says: Thank you.
Thisalee threw her arm around Levia’s shoulders.
Thisalee Crow says: Yeah! You’ve got the right deal. But Rak’Symma’s right. This can’t stand any longer. We’ll take her down! We have to.
Arthak Saurfang says: Do we have more business here, or should we move on to Skyhorn?
Zar’Kaa wanted to speak with the Darkspear that were present. Volrath greeted them as they approach.
Volrath says: Glad you arrived here safe and sound.
Zar'Kaa says: Same to you.
They clasped hands.
Volrath says: The Unseen Path gave us a few tests on the way here, but we passed them well enough.
Zar'Kaa says: No doubt.
Volrath summoned the rest of the crew, but a few new faces made their way out as well. One of them was a female troll with short-cropped hair alongside an orange-furred saber. Another was a male troll with grayish hair and traditional hunting armor with a bow slung over his back.
Zar'Kaa says: Seems you made some new friends.
Volrath says: Aye, we did. Seems a handful of our people made landfall here and joined up a couple decades back. This here is huntress Kuzari and that is Mimbubu, her tiger. And this Rangiro. The son of a bitch next to me is Zanga, the Walking Fort.
Kuzari says: Pleasure. Welcome to Trueshot Lodge. I didn’t think we’d see anymore Darkspear around here.
She smirked at Zanga.
Kuzari says: Well. Not for a few years at least.
They had matching tusks that indicated they were together, and Zanga visibly melted and blushed faintly.
Zanga says: Zari! Come on! But yeah, Zanga the Fort at your service! I hear there’s going to be a big fight coming up! You can count on us to be a part of it.
Rangiro says: Aye. We’ll be a part of it. It’ll be good alongside Darkspear again. We didn’t think any of you were alive before Se'Jib showed up.
That name was familiar to Zar’Kaa. He had grown up in the same faction of Darkspear as Zar’Kaa and Seria, but he had separated from Rokhan and the rest in Zandalar. He was also very much *not* Zar’Kaa’s friend. In fact, he had gotten fed up with having to travel around with someone that was marked like Zar’Kaa, and they had gotten into a large verbal spat which had resulted in Se'Jib leaving.
Zar’Kaa chuffed.
Zar'Kaa says: He still getting his ass whooped on a daily basis?
Zanga laughed, and Kuzari furrowed her brow.
Kuzari says: He helps in other ways. He’s one of the most skilled leatherworkers in the lodge, even amongst the people that have done this much longer than any of us have been alive.
Zar'Kaa says: Glad he’s fulfilling a role instead of abandoning it. Anyways, where are my manners.
Kuzari says: I was just about to ask that.
Zar'Kaa says: I’m Zar’Kaa, captain of the Reuniter.
Kuzari says: This is Zar’Kaa?
Volrath says: Indeed. This is the captain.
Kuzari says: Noted. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zar’Kaa.
Zar'Kaa says: Likewise. I too didn’t expect to meet Darkspear this way. We weren’t even supposed to end up here.
Kuzari says: Neither were we. After the war, Zanga and I were separated. We were some of the only survivors in the group. We tried to make our way to Zandalar, but we weren’t very good at seaside navigation. Eventually, the two of us wound up here, and that’s when we ran into Rangiro. He’s been a part of the Unseen Path for longer than us.
Rangiro nods.
Rangiro says: I have lineage to the Darkspear, but I’ve lived here my whole life.
Zar'Kaa says: Interesting.
Rangiro says: I visited the isles once when I was younger. Back when my parents were around. But since then I’ve been here. Imagine my surprise when a couple of Darkspear lovebirds washed up on my shore.
Zanga says: That’s right!
Zanga threw his arm around Rangiro, who winced.
Zanga says: And we wouldn’t have survived without you!
Rangiro says: I think you would have made it, but glad to have run into you.
Zar'Kaa says: This may sound weird… Zanga, I’ve heard your name before.
Zanga says: I imagine you have! I made quite the impact during the troll ways, you see.
Zar'Kaa says: I was only a kid when they were going on. I remember hearing a few stories. It’s been a long time, but nice to put a face to the name.
Zanga smiled.
Zanga says: You’ll be putting more than a face to the name, boy! By the end of this you’ll be singing stories all the way back to wherever the tribes are living nowadays!
Zar'Kaa says: I’ll have to get good at singing first.
Zanga laughed.
Zar'Kaa says: Good to meet you all. I have a few people for you to meet as well. I travel the isles with the Horde.
Zar’Kaa went around and introduced everyone, and Zanga looked Arthak up and down.
Zanga says: You seem to be a man who could appreciate some steel.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’ve been known to.
Zanga says: Well!
Zanga hefted his shield around to show it off to Arthak, and Arthak showed him Var’gosh. Meanwhile, Nyxxa was eyeing up the saber.
Kuzari says: Have you never seen a tiger before?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’ve heard of firesabers before, but I’ve never seen one before. It’s nice to meet you both!
The tiger eyed Nyxxa up very closely before gleefully greeting her with a tone that did not match her appearance. Nyxxa said her fur was very pretty, and the tiger returned that her’s was too.
Kuzari says: You… can speak to animals?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Yeah!
Kuzari looked at Rangiro.
Kuzari says: Can all kaldorei speak to animals?
Rangiro shrugged as Kuzari looked back at Nyxxa.
Kuzari says: What’s she saying?
Nyxxa explained what the tiger was saying, which involved that things were cold. Nyxxa used magic to repeat what’s being said, and Kuzari immediately looked away as she started to weep at hearing her tiger speak. Zanga immediately went to comfort his “snowflake” who mentioned that her tiger was just so cute. Meanwhile, Mimbubu had flopped over and started to play with the bauble on Nyxxa’s tail.
Nyxxa went to pet the tiger and as she touched her belly, Mimbubu latched onto Nyxxa’s arm, and Nyxxa crooned about how good her reflexes are. It seemed that the tiger had near constant zoomies.
Thisalee also commented she could speak to animals, which was just further fueling the conspiracy that all kaldorei could speak to animals.
Zar’Kaa was invited inside to talk further, and in the process, he briefly saw Se'Jib, who was gathering up some scraps of leather and was then making himself scarce. Se'Jib caught Zar’Kaa’s eye and nodded at him.
Se'Jib says: Captain.
Zar’Kaa did not return the nod despite glancing at him. Zanga made eyes with Volrath, but didn’t do anything else as Zar’Kaa commented some rude name under his breath.
Rak’Symma had distanced herself from the tiger, which gave Emmarel the chance to catch her.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: Rak’Symma, did you want to have that moment to chat real quick?
Rak'Symma says: Of course.
They went for a walk through the glades surrounding the area.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: I wanted to apologize to you.
Rak'Symma says: What for?
Emmarel Shadewarden says: For not doing something sooner. Because you’re absolutely right, this is a problem that shouldn’t have been allowed to reach this point, and because it did, Proxcera is dead, and she’s not the only one. Even if it would have put our people at risk, I should have taken the chance.
Rak'Symma says: Don’t tell Mayla, but I’m upset at them too… it just… I understand why no one intervened. The harpy threat isn’t something people take seriously until it is serious.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: I knew her, by the way. Proxcera, that is.
Rak'Symma says: I never got the chance to meet her.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: I… spoke with her on a few occasions. A few generations, you might say. I can’t say I was close to her, but I got an impression of the type of person she was. She came to me, actually. She approached the lodge.
Rak'Symma says: Sounds about right.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: She didn’t ask for our help… actually the opposite. She asked for time. For the opportunity to make a miracle happen. I didn’t think it was possible. But… she proved me wrong. Though… given who she was, that shouldn’t be a surprise.
Rak’Symma cocked her head to the side.
Rak'Symma says: It feels like you mean more than her personality.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: That was certainly something. In all my years here… we’ve always watched the harpies. But as her influence grew, more and more of them became, well…
Rak'Symma says: How they could have been?
Emmarel Shadewarden says: How they were. I was extremely young back during the war. But I heard plenty of stories about the wild gods… and about the harpies. And their servants. It used to be a word synonymous with grace, beauty, and the pierce protectiveness of nature… but over the years that’s changed. I suppose I never believed it before I met Proxcera and saw what she did. I don’t know if this is true. But the last time we spoke, I asked her how she did it. And she said she remembered how things were. I… I believed her. She carried herself like someone who knew what it was like. Someone who knew the touch of that grace. I don’t know if she was a handmaiden of Aviana once… maybe her child… I don’t know. And I never got the chance to ask her. But I’m sorry I didn’t see these signs sooner.
Rak'Symma says: I don’t think you could have stopped it then. It came without warning. Blaithe didn’t even know. And I remember… what it feels like to be hoisted up and ripped limb from limb, but I can’t remember anything before that. I just have her ideations, her goals, her dreams… what she wanted…
Emmarel Shadewarden says: You remember that?
Rak'Symma says: It’s part of the reason I’m afraid to go north.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: That explains why you remind me so much of her… I didn’t know that was possible…
Rak’Symma shrugged and shook her head.
Rak'Symma says: Blaithe told me many stories, but I only thought they were stories.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: One thing I’ve learned about stories is there is always a kernel of fact in them.
Rak'Symma says: I don’t suppose young Thisalee Crow has come to talk to you yet?
Emmarel Shadewarden says: No. I believe she’s a sentinel and druid from Val’sharah judging from her markings.
Rak'Symma says: She saw something on me that upset her. I wouldn’t say that in a negative way. But she did say someone here may have answers…
Emmarel Shadewarden says: Well. I’ve been here longer than nearly anyone, so if there’s anything I can offer, I will.
Rak’Symma swung her skull around and took it off then turned around. Emmarel put a hand over her mouth.
Rak'Symma says: I can’t see what’s there. I don’t know where it came from or what it means.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: I can’t say either, not for certain, but Proxcera had no such mark. You otherwise have a striking resemblance to her… but she had no such mark, and I know that is a symbol often used to represent Aviana. And her followers.
Rak'Symma says: Maybe all it means is that I’m meant to pick up where Proxcera left off.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: What do you want it to mean?
Rak'Symma says: I don’t know.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: A fair answer. A smart answer.
Rak'Symma says: I just want my heart to stop breaking.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: I understand that.
Rak'Symma says: It’s not just from him. It’s every time I hear what the Crawliac and the other harpies do…
Emmarel Shadewarden says: Maybe the answer lies in that feeling.
Rak'Symma says: …Maybe.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: Once, when I did not lead this organization. Back when my shan’do was… still leading the Unseen Path. When we came to this place. I saw Ohn'ahra in all her brilliance. She came before us, blessed this land and this mountain. Christened it on her behalf. I now know why it was so important to her. A long time ago, this was one of her nests. She had since moved, but she entrusted us here instead. In a lot of ways, I always wondered if she saw the Unseen Path as just more of her hatchlings. She brought us to this nest for a reason. But now she’s in danger. And, were it not enough for me to want to help her, now you’re here. And she might have answers… no she will. I’m sure the druids Thisalee operates under can offer answers as well, but I know Ohn'ahra can tell you more than I could. But I can give you advice, Rak’Symma. Proxcera, she’s… what do you think of her as? Do you see her as… a mother?
Rak'Symma says: No. She was only ever the one that came before me. It’s difficult to describe.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: I don’t know if the Proxcera I spoke to was the same one from over the years. But you, in all your similarities, there’s something different about you, and I mean that in the best way possible. I want you to choose from this day on, I want you to choose what you do because it’s what you want to do, not because it’s what Proxcera would have wanted you to do. She may be the one that came before, but you’re here now. I know a thing or two about having to step into some shoes that you feel are too big to wear, though I think you may understand that metaphor as much as my kin in Ashenvale. Whatever that marking means, whatever you learn from this day forward, you get to decide what to do with it. Okay?
Rak'Symma says: Thank you.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: I know we just met and this is overly familiar, but I have a bad habit of saying what’s on my mind.
Rak'Symma says: I find that to be the easiest way to communicate.
Emmarel Shadewarden says: I think you and I will get along just fine. I won’t just sit by this time. You have my bow.
Emmarel smiled and gently placed a hand on Rak’Symma’s shoulder before walking away. As Symma sat down amidst the trees, she felt a breeze. It wasn’t like anything she had felt for a while. There was something comforting about it, deep and inexplicable, and for a moment, she didn’t feel the chill of Highmountain. Just a warm breeze.
