[Alliance] Chapter Five: Session Eleven

Appearing Characters: Arthas Menethil, Arvell, Belysra Starbreeze, Benedict Ashbury, Celestine, Darius Crowley, Elissa Cross, Galadin Windrunner, Genn Greymane, Halford Ramsey, Halveria Darkraven, Isiden Perenolde, Liam Greymane, Liiraluma, Lorelei Crowley, Lorna Crowley, Lyros Swiftwind, Mia Greymane, Moroes, Morra Starbreeze, Nandos, Qiana Moonshadow, Ralaar Fangfire, Riff, Seria, Talran Swiftwind, Taryndrella, Testament Greymane, Tol'vas Moonshadow, Uther Menethil, Valorinn, Vassandra Stormclaw, Velameestra Windrunner, Vincent Godfrey

September 23rd

As the strength of the deceased druids of the pack enveloped Tol’vas, he swung his scythe at Alpha Prime with two slashes. He then conjured [Web of Fire] and crashed the radiant flames into the enemy worgen as fire erupted around him.

Alpha Prime raked his claws against Tol’vas, and drove them into Tol’vas’s side, but he didn’t go down. Alpha Prime continued to rake and tear at Tol’vas and tore him down to the ground.

Valorinn leaped onto Alpha Prime’s back and bit into the side of the worgen’s back. Alpha Prime struck back at Valorinn and hurled him off the scaffolding, but Valorinn easily caught himself in the air.

At that moment, Tol’vas got back to his feet and used [Swiftmend] on himself before swinging the scythe into Alpha Prime again and again. The scaffolding was starting to break beneath him, but he pushed the dark-furred worgen back and reclaimed some of the ground as the scythe clipped across Alpha Prime’s eyes. The worgen growled in fury as the blood dripped into his sight. He flailed his claws at Tol’vas, and Tol’vas was able to deflect the attack aside. Alpha Prime leaped on Tol’vas and tried to gore him.

Tol’vas was able to shove Alpha Prime off as the attacks all missed. Valorinn took the opportunity to claw at Alpha Prime again. Alpha Prime wiped the blood from his eyes and launched at Tol’vas with a snarl. He tried to sweep Tol’vas’s leg, but there was the roar of the bear as the spirit of Tol’vas bear totem infused Tol’vas and allowed him to push Alpha Prime back.

Valorinn flew forward and grabbed Alpha Prime by the throat, but Alpha Prime shoved him off, now bleeding profusely.

Valorinn howled and a storm whipped around him as he slammed into Alpha Prime and gave Tol’vas an opening to cleave Alpha Prime from hip to shoulder with the scythe of Elune. There was a moment as the blood and magic dripped to the scaffolding. He coughed up blood as he pulled a claw away from his chest, soaked in blood.

Alpha Prime looked skyward, and the last life faded from his eyes, and he went limp. Tol’vas gathered himself up and stared down at Ralaar Fangfire. He felt the power of his brethren fade. He looked up, and he watched as the moonlight that coursed around him started to leave him. Motes of light danced from his body and spiraled into the night sky and filled the air around the city with dozens of witchlights.The clouds started to open, and a gentle rain started to fall on Gilneas.

Tol’vas watched the witchlights, as did Vel as she swooped through the sky. A smile came to Tol’vas’s face, and the magic that was giving him his strength left completely. As the pain of his myriad wounds began to overwhelm him, it didn’t hurt. It sent his mind backwards, and Tol’vas collapsed.

Valorinn howled, looking for help, and Vel promptly landed and shifted into her elven form. She began to channel the magic of [Dimension Door] to get them both back down to the ground, and Vel observed he had a scar like Alpha Prime’s beneath his eye, and he had long, ibex-like horns shooting from his temples.

The magic connected, and she and Tol’vas’s body disappeared as she carried them both to the ground. Valorinn leaped into the sky to pursue her, and Seria pulled diamonds from her pouch and hurried over to help. A crowd had gathered, including Qiana.

She looked at Seria.

Seria didn’t say anything, but she started to incantate the magic for [Revivify]. As the magic finished, she raised her hand and smacked Tol’vas across the face.

In Tol’vas’s mind, he had found himself in a familiar meadow. He felt a familiar warmth.

Tol’vas opened his eyes and saw the eyes of a familiar ancient looking down at him, his white fur shining in the moonlight.

The wolf shrugged his shoulders.

Tol’vas got to his feet.

Tol’vas grinned.

The massive wolf got to his feet as well, and he started to walk in the opposite direction. Tol’vas could hear other voices, from the sky. Then, suddenly, he winced as a raw smack crossed his face.

The magic surged through Tol’vas, and Tol’vas breathed again. He opened his eyes, and he was staring up at Seria, and Qiana, and beyond them, he saw everyone else.

Tol’vas reached up and touched his cheek.

He also felt the same scars under his eye that Alpha Prime had. He tried to prop himself up, but his arm buckled, as it was very broken.

Qiana buried her face into Tol’vas chest, which caused him immense pain. She immediately recoiled.

She gestured toward his head with a nod, and Tol’vas reached up with his good hand to touch the horns.

Qiana gently picked Tol’vas up.

Qiana looked up at the tower.

Tol’vas recalled, in that moment, that Alpha Prime hadn’t reverted to his elven form when he died, which was not how that was supposed to work. A series of mournful howls echoed through the air, and some of those loyal to Alpha Prime started to flee. Others surrendered.

Either way, the battle for Gilneas City was over. Liam turned toward the forces that had gathered and raised his rifle into the air.

A cheer echoed across the entire city, and Liam smiled broadly as the rain drenched his hair. For the first time in two decades, Gilneas was theirs again.

The next several hours, or even days, were a blur to Tol’vas. Qiana had carried him through the city.

Tol’vas was taken to the outskirts of the city, and he had started to fade quickly. He was brought into the druid grove they had created, and he saw Belysra standing at the edge of the grove. There was a wolf made of radiant starlight staring at her from a nearby rock. He couldn’t hear what they said, but he could see her step toward the wolf. Then the wolf was the spectral figure of Arvell, and the two of them embraced. When Tol’vas blinked, his figure was gone, and Belysra was holding her own shoulders. A wisp circled her, and rested against her forehead, then disappeared. Belysra looked over at Tol’vas, tears streaming down her face, and mouthed “it’s over, thank you.”

The rest of the day was spent finding the dead, healing the injured, and rounding up the remaining members of the Wolf Cult that could be found. Genn, Liam, and Darius were instrumental in the process, and the remainder of the party was working to aid where they could.

Uther searched for survivors and tended to the wounded, as did Seria, who also helped remove the worgen curse from those that were recently bitten. Luma maintained their turrets to help maintain a safe zone. Vel mentally called her undead back to her and also took control of the rogue bats as she worked to help round up Wolf Cult members and prevent further casualties. Before she left, she barked at Uther to have Seria fix the worgen bite he had received.

Vincent Godfrey, however, was one of the people not accounted for. Uther and Vel broke off to locate him. One of the bats informed Vel they had found someone that matched the description. The bat led the duo to a battle scene where there were three more Starlight Slasher murderers, all dead on the ground.

The bats led them to an alleyway. There were more worgen, but on the far end, slumped in the wreckage, was Vincent Godfrey. He was still breathing, his eyes just barely open. His monocle was shattered on the ground, and his pistols cast aside. One of the grenades was dispersed and empty at his feet. Unconscious nearby was a Gilnean, his clothing torn to shreds, but recently transformed. Godfrey’s clothing was tattered, and he had several grievous mortal injuries.

He instinctively reached for one of his guns, but then his hand went limp.

Uther rushed over and began to channel his healing magic. However, none of the wounds closed.

He was well beyond normal healing magic. He was past death’s door.

He laughed weakly.

There were obvious bite marks on his arm.

Vel noticed that Godfrey had been brought into an inch of his life fending off the Slashers, but then a feral worgen found him. But instead of killing the worgen, he had let it bite him, so he could use an ECG.

Vel approached and Godfrey pulled something out of his pocket, which he placed into her hand. She looked at it, and found a key.

Vel closed her hand around the key.

The last light faded from Godfrey’s eyes as he took his last breath. Vel placed a hand on Uther’s shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze as he blinked tears away from the eyes.

Uther nodded and got to his feet.

Uther smiled faintly as he bent down to lift the men onto his shoulders.

The duo headed back to the others with the unconscious Gilnean and Godfrey’s body. It was a very long day, and there was far more to do than could be accomplished in a single day. But regrouping and rebuilding began.

A massive crowd gathered in the cathedral square, where Genn Greymane and many of the other leaders were giving an address.

Liam stepped forward.

The crowd started to murmur amongst themselves. Some called for Genn to be hanged, as he was beyond forgiveness, and it was the least he could do after orchestrating the deaths of his countrymen. Others called for his exile. But others still asked for his mercy, so that he could be given the chance to rebuild a brighter tomorrow.

Darius Crowley was the one that finally stepped forward.

Ashbury then stepped forward.

Another man then stepped forward. It was the man that Uther and Vel had found next to Godfrey.

More and more voices were added, and eventually the overwhelming vocal groups swung towards mercy.

Some hands went up.

More hands raised.

The majority raised their hands.

Genn looked genuinely humbled and surprised.

He shook his head, and he held up a hand. His body started to shift into his worgen form.

The crowd raised in a cacophony of cheers.

September 24th - September 25th

The next day, the group discussed their next steps, and the fact that the well-known faces would likely need disguises going forward.

Elissa’s eyes go wide.

Before long, Elissa returned with a worgen girl. She was short with torn up clothing and wild, heavily dyed hair that faded into a bright pink.

She fixed her hair as she came to a stop next to the group.

Her eyes kept flitting over to Vel. Vel had seen her around, as she was a woman that was rather hard to miss, but she had never spoken to her directly.

Vel knew enough about the culture of Gilneas to know that her surname was certainly not a Gilnean name. And she was clearly a human worgen.

She looked over at Vel.

Vel smiled faintly.

She started to reach out to touch Vel’s hair, but then stopped herself and pointed instead.

Uther laughed.

Uther stopped and just looked at Vel, mouth agape, as if she had just said the most brilliant thing in the world.

Halveria went off to get her things. When she returned, she was in her human form, and she was substantially smaller. She looked to be about the same age as Elissa, and she was actually shorter than Elissa was.

She also had a few magical tricks at her disposal, as it was revealed she was actually a hedge mage.

The plot of land that remained of Godfrey’s land was set aside to create a public school and a small park in Godfrey’s honor, as it was decided that was most in the spirit of what he fought for. Uther and Vel went to retrieve the treasury. It was shifted into Vel’s demiplane, and the account was closed.

Tol’vas got Elissa, Vel, and Luma’s assistance to help design a grove for his new circle. Nandos was among those that had returned to Tal’doren.

He had taken his night elf form for the first time in a long time.

Vel offered her hand and there was a moment of confusion as Nandos was not sure what to do with it. It also became clear that Vel was not keen on touching either, though the handshake was polite, and they decided to just bow to each other instead in a typical night elf greeting.

Together they worked to create the baseline of the druid grove, including a meditation chamber beneath Tal’doren, an open-air place to speak, and meet, and lecture, and a statue of Elune and Goldrinn. Vel also suggested windchimes that served as a means for wisps to alert the druids of their presence.

Vel used [Major Image] to help mock up some ideas and some of Luma’s structural suggestions.

A funeral service was held for Vincent Godfrey. The man that Godfrey had saved was present. He looked to be around Vel’s age. There were also other nobility, Liam, and even Darius Crowley.

Several people speak on his behalf, including Uther.

Eventually, the ceremony proceeds, and they were all given the chance the offer a final word to Godfrey as he was interred. They were each given a single silver coin that they could drop into the grave with the last words.

Luma dropped their coin in and spoke in draenic.

Vel approached and spoke in quietish, the language of the dead.

Uther spoke out loud as he dropped the coin.

Tol’vas, meanwhile, was helping with the burials of the kaldorei worgen. All of them were buried beneath plantlife, and their names were marked on the stone. Where Ralaar Fangfire was buried, Tol’vas planted the dryad seed.

Vel had spoken with the royal family and they did decide to take the opportunity to have a final goodbye with their daughter. Lorelei and Lorna were also there. She opened her spellbook and chanted the incantation of [Commune with Dead].

Genn had his arms around Mia, and Lorelei and Lorna were sitting together with Liam, Lorelei’s hands on both of her parents.

The magic danced across Tess's face on the portrait, and it drew a translucent figure forth. She was a young girl. The spitting image of Lorelei if she was nine or ten years old.

Mia’s hand went to her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Lorelei looked down and shook her head.

Mia, choking back tears, nodded.

Lorelei reached out and tapped the image of Tess on the nose.

Tess giggled.

She turned away and vanished into the painting. Mia started to sob, and Genn was holding back his tears with all his might.

Liam was stone-faced, trying to be strong, but even Lorna was tearing up.

Lorna squeezed Lorelei’s hand.

Liam turned Lorelei toward him.

Lorelei nodded.

Lorna stood up and hugged Lorelei and rested her head on her back.

He looked over at his parents.

Mia collapsed into the group, and Genn drew in and embraced them as well. He hesitantly gave Lorna a berth, but Lorna elbowed him and told him to just hug fully. Genn relented, and he gave Vel a small nod before focusing on his family, as she gathered up her spellbook and then left.

The group started to prepare to leave for Karazhan and were saying their final goodbyes. Liam met with the group.

Genn nods.

Liam shot Genn a glance.

Arthas’s eyes rolled.

Lorna laughed as she spoke up.

They heard laughing behind them with Lorelei demanding she be let down. They looked behind and saw Darius Crowley carrying Lorelei over a shoulder.

He let her down as they fully approached.

Genn crossed his arms.

Darius clapped Uther on the back.

Darius cracked his knuckles.

Mia took Uther’s hands.

She kissed Uther’s cheek.

Uther was unable to stoneface through the interaction and he started crying a bit.

Mia hugged him.

She released Uther and looked to the rest of the group.

She then approached Vel and took her hands.

Mia lowered her voice slightly.

She gave Vel’s hands a squeeze and then looked over to Seria and asked if she was one for hugs. Seria said she wasn’t, and Mia asked her to take her thanks instead. She then looked at Luma. Who was much taller than her.

Luma smiled and squinted.

But they opened their arms for a hug, and Mia happily approached with a laugh.

Luma laughed.

Mia nodded.

Mia winked and then went to Tol’vas.

They also hug.

Everyone waved the group off and bid them farewell for the time being. Tol’vas walked with the party for a short bit, and he handed Vel several vials of the blessed moonwell water.

Tol’vas nodded.

Vel smirked.

Tol’vas laughed.

Uther laughed as Elissa stepped forward, wringing her hands.

Elissa darted forward and hugged Tol’vas.

Elissa beamed up at him, and Arthas regarded Tol’vas with a furrowed brow, and just nodded. Tol’vas nodded back.

Seria blinked, caught off-guard.

He handed over the seed-spore quarterstaff that had been made on Kalimdor.

She started facetiously imitating Remnii’s crying, and Elissa started to cry again from Luma’s fake crying. Luma patted her head.

Tol’vas stepped into a tree and disappeared.

Celestine thanked Vel for showing her a side of magic she had never explored before, and she and the other harvest witches agreed they look forward to seeing what the Cenarion Circle teachings can show, though they weren’t going to join formally, as they valued their freedom.

Tobias also meets with the group.

He waved them off and sauntered away.

Ramsey also found them as they were getting ready to leave. He straightened his glasses as he caught up with them.

He withdrew some small cards from his coat and spread them out.

He handed each of them a business card with his name and postal information.

Vel reached into the pouch on her belt, and she pulled out an ornate pocket watch with an onyx gemstone inlaid in the face of the clock.

Ramsey took it and examined it in his hands.

Ramsey laughed.

Vel also extended the same offer she had given to the Greymane family if Ramsey wished to have a chance to someday get some closure with his sister, though Ramsey refused and expressed that he felt he got the closure he needed with the Ritual of Balance.

Ramsey bowed and headed off on his way.

Vassandra, Lyros, and Talran also bid their farewells. Vassandra stopped Seria briefly and told her that if she ever needed more advice to reach out, but ultimately the grove in the Blackwald would ever be open to her. Qiana also thanked everyone for watching out for Tol’vas, and everything else they had done.

Belysra, likewise, thanked them, and said that eventually she would be heading back to Kalimdor. However, she felt that wasn’t going to be the last time they spoke. She told Elissa she would love to introduce her to her cousin in the future as well, and Elissa was very excited about the idea.

Morra, however, was leaving with the group, and Belysra gave her a hug goodbye.

Morra nodded.

As the group started to prepare to make their way back to Karazhan, Isiden Perenolde flagged Uther down. He was carrying a large satchel.

Uther smiled and held out a hand.

Luma made some vague striking motions with their hands.

Uther just put an arm around Isiden’s shoulders as, on his other side, one of Luma’s arm turrets came out of their bag and extended a hand to him. Isiden took it without thinking as it was handed to him.

Vel counted down for Isiden’s benefit, and then released the spell as they teleported back to Karazhan.

Over the next few weeks in Gilneas, Tol’vas spent his efforts settling around Tal’doren and truly building his new circle. Qiana had decided to eventually shift to her nephew’s circle, and Nandos had been rapidly deputized into his second of command.

Several of the Gilneans had also joined the circle, and Sazzmi also stuck around. Notably, they had kept an eye on her when she interacted with some of the children, and they quickly realized she had started to cry because they were kind to her. She had truly thrown herself into helping where she could.

Tol’vas took moments to meditate at the grave of Ralaar Fangfire, taking care of the seed that he had planted there. He focused on the man Ralaar was before he lost his way. He was headstrong and powerful, but also devoted in his own way. A younger Tol’vas may have seen him as the strongest druid beside Malfurion. He imbued those thoughts into the seed that Thalyss had gifted him.

Valorinn sat next to Tol’vas through it all.

As Tol’vas focused his magic, he saw the seed sprout from the earth, and roots grow into the soil, drinking in the life and light of the man who would now feed the roots. It wasn’t fully grown, but it had started. It was like a dance as the bark spiraled and spun, and its branches spiraled out like a dancer striking a pose. It was almost humanoid in shape. The leaves of the white tree were a deep, beautiful purple

It was the first time Tol’vas had ever seen a dryad tree planted. Leaves fell and regrew, and eventually he and Valorinn were surrounded in a bed of purple leaves.

Then there was a sneeze, and several leaves flew into the air. Tol’vas looked down, and saw a young nymph in the leaves. She resembled a night elf with the lower, unsteady body of a young fawn. She had large green eyes, and her head of leafy hair was the same color as the bed of leaves around them.

The dryad started to stand, but then stumbled.

Tol’vas offered a hand to steady herself, and the dryad took it and stood on unsteady legs. She looked up at Tol’vas with a warm and loving smile.

The rest of the group returned to Karazhan. Moroes was already present, awaiting them when they teleported in. He bowed.

Isiden was looking around, wide-eyed.

Halveria was similarly looking around, but was just nodding her head.

Luma laughed.

Within moments of the group walking in, there was the aggressive flapping of wings, and Riff collided into Seria with a big hug, shifting into his troll form mid-air.

Seria hugged him back.

Isiden: The Death Adders… that makes sense!

Luma smirked at Vel.

Elissa pointed at Luma.

Luma put one of their fingertips against the tip of Elissa’s.

Luma squeezed Vel’s shoulder and headed off to investigate the baths.

Before Galadin could even fully react, Riff had turned back into his blood serpent form and the half-elf was swept away by a creature that was much stronger than him.

After everyone had gotten settled, they spoke with Moroes about getting outfits that could be used as mundane disguises going forward.

Moroes smiled.

Moroes opened a closet that was filled with all sorts of different outfits. They only had to touch an outfit to try it on. Elissa immediately started poking around in the outfits

Vel waffled about whether or not to do a mask, and Halveria told her she absolutely should. Elissa also agreed.

Halveria helped do the dye jobs, and Uther also had the sides of his shaved and his hair dyed black. Moroes was looming over Halveria watching her every move and gave kind critiques that Halveria immediately latched on to.

Uther had managed to find something more Stromgardian, and he appeared with a strong accent and introduced himself as “Angus the Bastard”.

Elissa had found regular adventuring armor and had her hair dyed dark brown and cut shorter with bangs.

Vel had taken the name Zelda Morrowsworn, and Elissa had taken the name Hope Daisyfield.

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"Your father represented everything your people should never become. He was a fool. One that railed against the power that was offered to him. One that fought a war that did not need to be waged. And that lead to the end of his life. It’s an honor, Arthak, because I can see within you the spark of a man who knows what a mistake looks like, knows how to avoid those mistakes. You already said you were a good listener. A great learner. I have faith you won’t make the mistakes your father did."

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