Appearing Characters: Altruis Shadowsong, Arthak Saurfang, Brakoss, Bru'kan, Elderhorn, Galforr Siegebreaker, Krisek, Lantresor, Levia Blackflight, Mirola, Nyxxa Murkthorn, Rak'Symma, Rexxar, Sol'chi, Spinyl, Thisalee Crow, Volrath, Zar'Kaa, Zekhan, Zuni
December 6th
The warband decided they were well overdue for having a group discussion about everything that had happened. They sat down in one of the side rooms in Shal’aran for privacy, and they all just sat in silence for a moment before Symma took a deep breath, actively trying to gather her thoughts.
Rak'Symma says: …I’m sorry. I won’t say I’m sorry for dragging you into this, as I’m sure your paths would have led you close anyway, but I wouldn’t have known how to warn any of you to begin with.
Zar'Kaa says: So then… what are you sorry for?
Rak'Symma says: First and foremost, I’m sorry for running away. You asked me how I was feeling after the satyr influence, and while I know it was influenced by magic, it is still something I would have done. Because it’s something I’ve done before.
Zar’Kaa pointed out that she came back, and Symma said she did because it was the right thing to do, but a large part of her still wanted to leave.
Rak'Symma says: I don’t know the stories of your lives… so that’s also a reason I want for all of us to share, but in truth I don’t know if I’m cut out for this. The pace you all run is not a pace I’m used to running. I don’t want to assume anything, but I can see what you’ve gone through as plainly as the scars upon you. To some extent. A people in subjugation, people fleeing from war, people afflicted by curses and powerful tyrants… while the Crawliac was present in my life, I was never afraid of her before. Because I didn’t have to be. My life until about three years ago was quiet and calm and happy.
Zar'Kaa says: Speaking just from my experience, happiness is fleeting. It’s ever there for you at all. What happened happened, Rak’Symma. It affected you the way it did. For a long time. It doesn’t mean that even if those days are gone you can’t ever be happy or safe again. It just means that you don’t feel that way right now. Given the circumstances we all share, it’s not an unreasonable way to feel.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: We are also going at the pace our enemies have set for us. A lot of times we have to keep moving. But seeing your own experiences, I can understand this is all new to you, and I can understand why you feel the way you do.
Altruis Shadowsong says: It’s also all the more reason for us to enjoy the quiet moments when we have them, and make our happiness when we can.
He squeezed Nyxxa’s hand.
Rak'Symma says: I’m still learning how any of that is possible.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: It’s hard. I can understand that having that stripped away is hard to recover from. I was given about one hundred years before I had to start work in earnest. I wish we could give you more time. But given the Legion is marching on our world, it’s not possible right now. So long as that’s a fight you wish to take.
Rak’Symma got a very dry expression.
Rak'Symma says: I’m coming to terms with the fact the life I’ve lived is a fantasy. It should have been a giveaway given it was only filled with stories. I’ve known about the Legion. From legends and lore… and now I’ve seen what they look like in full force. I’ve seen those legends were true.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: You said you witnessed an entire lifetime. Might we ask what exactly happened?
Rak’Symma explained she saw Aviana’s entire life. Thisalee’s eyes widened and she explained it was only a moment between when Rak’Symma touched the stone and the dreadlord attack. Rak’Symma explained she saw the world when the wilds controlled it, civilizations rise, humanity take its first steps, and she flew alongside the Keeper and watched her leave. She had seen the dragons emerge and war, and she watched the other Wild Gods grow, but then she saw the sky on fire. She said she had seen Malfurion and Tyrande, and she had seen Broxigar.
Arthak grunted.
She said she had seen Broxigar fight. But she explained the ending was changed and distorted, and then she woke up being strangled.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: …gods.
Altruis furrowed his brow.
Altruis Shadowsong says: I have to admit, I don’t know much about druidic magics. But the druids said the shrine had never reacted to anyone like that before. What does that mean?
Rak'Symma says: I don’t know. I was too afraid to, and there wasn’t an opportunity for me to ask. And I don’t think I would have believed them if they told me.
Zar'Kaa says: He called you Aviana.
Rak'Symma says: The furthest I feel from is divine.
Arthak Saurfang says: Regardless of how you feel, if that is what you are, it’s what you are.
Rak'Symma says: I’m trying to avoid thinking about it, because it makes my past much worst.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: The only thing that needs to be focused on is the fact the dreadlord thinks that’s who you.
Rak'Symma says: If he’s fixed on it, he’ll come again.
Thisalee Crow says: We’ll be ready if he tries again. But I think what it means is Rak’Symma has a lot to think about. At the end of the day… whatever any of this means, you are still you, right?
Rak'Symma says: Nothing about me has changed. The only thing that makes this more confusing is I was trying to wrap my head around being something else. You all heard the name Proxcera now.
The group nodded.
Rak'Symma says: I saw her in the vision. She was Aviana’s first daughter. The First Feather. To say she looked exactly like I do is both truth and lie. She looks how I could look if things had been different.
Zar'Kaa says: In what way?
Rak'Symma says: If I had the impetus to eat or drink, if the stress of grief wasn’t making my feathers fall out.
Zar’Kaa shook his head.
Zar'Kaa says: The way I see this, my feelings about gods aside, those are just names and titles being put on you. You may resemble this Proxcera, but as Thisalee said, you are you. That means a lot more than just what other people think you need to be. It may not seem like it, but it’s my view you have a choice in this. You don’t have to choose to be Proxcera or Aviana or whoever. You just need to choose to be you.
Rak'Symma says: I’d choose not to be Proxcera. The more I learn, the more disappointed I am in her actions.
Zar'Kaa says: Then don’t be.
Rak'Symma says: As far as divinity… it’s not so much a want or a need to be what other people think I am… but I can’t deny people hope, especially not now.
Zar'Kaa says: You can inspire hope in other ways.
Rak'Symma says: That’s what I’ve been trying to do.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: There is responsibility that comes with power like this at the end of the day. Curses and blessings are a matter of perspective. While I’m sure a lot of people would consider this a blessing, you are in your right to consider it a curse. But it is still part of you.
Zar'Kaa says: And a curse is something you can still use.
Rak'Symma says: I don’t think it’s either. It’s just more information I need to process. One thing I want to mention, at least to you Arthak… I am sorry our dream was interrupted, but I can confirm in full honesty that the tree cannot die. I don’t know if the words carry much weight, but it might as well be the soul of this world.
Arthak Saurfang says: Interesting, but good to know. But no need to apologize for the dream. Dreams end, and they become nightmares. I’d be interested in going back if you have the inclination or time.
Rak'Symma says: You are always welcome. I’ll be there every night. As I have been for several weeks now. In truth that’s what’s added to my distant behaviors… I’ve been trying to process how to function when the brain never truly rests.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Might I ask what you are referring to?
Rak'Symma says: G’Hanir. The mother tree from the dream. From her all other trees extend.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: You’ve been visiting her in the Dream?
Rak'Symma says: Every night. I can still treat it like a dream and I can shape it around myself, but its to the tree I return every night.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: So you haven’t been truly able to rest.
Rak'Symma says: Because the tree is dying.
She explained her memories of the first night she visited the tree, the aurieads sacrificing themselves, the adventure with Rexxar and Misha, and the dreaming phantasms of birds and flying creatures that flock around the tree. She also explained that Freya had been attuned to G’hanir before, but then Aviana took on the mantle after she saw the gaping hole where the tree’s material twin once stood, and Symma also explained with strained resentment that no one picked up the mantle after Aviana died. Sol asked if she trained a successor, and Rak’Symma said she didn’t know. Thisalee explained many had tried to take on the mantle of G’Hanir, but nothing had worked. Rak’Symma said she had also tried everything she could think of.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Seems there’s a specific process… from what you described, it sounds unlike any other tree. Perhaps it could only be done by someone appointed, and since Freya appointed Aviana… but I suppose that’s a clue, if they were the only ones capable of doing that.
Thisalee Crow says: The fact she has fought for this long… it’s sad but inspiring. If anyone can figure out how to help her, I think you’ll be able to.
Rak’Symma ran her talons along the staff.
Rak'Symma says: She knows… I just need to figure out what I need to do.
Zar'Kaa says: What’s with the staff anyway?
She explained it was made from one of G’Hanir’s branches.
Arthak Saurfang says: So what are you going to do now? You have some answers. You have an enemy. You have a charge, if you should take it. What are you going to do?
Rak'Symma says: I… need to find more answers. I need to learn what happened after it ended, and there’s only one source I trust to get that information from. You are all welcome to play audience, but I will be seeking Miss Velameestra’s help in communing with Blaithe.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: We can be emotional support if you need it.
Arthak Saurfang says: What if he doesn’t have the answers you seek? Or if he just provides more questions?
Rak'Symma says: He always loved his riddles more than straight truth… barring that, I just need to do what feels right and hope it’s the right course of action.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: If you are not Proxcera… is it not possible she could be communed with too?
Rak'Symma says: …It is, although I’m still hesitant to see what that would look like. In truth, I’m still not entirely pleased the more I learn about her actions. I don’t know how tempered the conversation would be. A conversation that may prove easier is returning to Highmountain and talking to the Crawliac.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Is that something you would want to do?
Rak'Symma says: That is something I would like to do.
She explained that she wanted to know what the Crawliac was trying to do, and what happened to the harpies. But she needed to ensure that the alliances between the other flights knew what were going on, especially when the dreadlord threatened them.
She also looked at Thisalee and explained she didn’t know when the mark on her back appeared. She also explained that when she had saved Mayla, she had died doing so, but had somehow come back, and she wasn’t sure how she was still alive.
Altruis furrowed his brow.
Altruis Shadowsong says: While it may not answer where the mark came from… there may be a correlation. If the mark showed up before or during that encounter, it may have some lingering power in it. I know some of the Illidari could divine that, as could Sol probably. If there is power there, they could identify that and get a few answers for you. If that is what you want.
Rak'Symma says: Some sort of answer would… help.
Symma shifted the skull away and Sol used [Identify] on the mark. It was in fact magical in nature, and it appeared to be capable of warding her against death. It seemed likely the mark had been what allowed her to survive the encounter to save Mayla. Sol relayed that to the group, and Altruis seemed that it gave a reasonable answer to how she survived.
But it didn’t answer when it first appeared. Sol mused that he had once communed with himself and got an answer, and she could likely try that, as perhaps she could also get an answer from herself because magic was strange like that.
Symma shrugged, and Sol told her to do that again. Symma blinked and shrugged again.
Sol'chi says: I think you’re making the Aviana on your back flap her wings!
Thisalee snorted, and Sol offered a trolling grin as Symma gave him a small, wry smile.
Sol'chi says: Got to get the smiles while you can!
Rak'Symma says: What I’m trying to say is if what I’m dealing with interferes too much, I understand. The fact you have all aided me this much means more than you can realize.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Regardless of wanting to help you, there is a dreadlord involved, so it’s our business.
Arthak Saurfang says: And G’Hanir is now established as a concern. Preventing a Legion invasion does little if the tree dooms the world to death anyway.
Rak'Symma says: I’m still adjusting to interacting with people, but I have grown fond of all of you… so sincerely, thank you.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’m fond of you too.
Zar'Kaa says: I didn’t realize your fondness extended to me. So don’t mention it.
Rak'Symma says: If you want my blunt honesty, the two of you that I can relate to and understand the most are Arthak and Nyxxa. Sol I believe will remain a mystery until we part ways, and you, Zar’Kaa, I truly don’t know how to approach you. Your platitudes are ones you have said you are morally opposed to, and when I don’t know what to say, I simply don’t speak.
Zar’Kaa gave her a surprised frown, and he exhaled.
Zar'Kaa says: I’m not fond of gods. This is known to all of us. That doesn’t extend to you, Rak’Symma. But I do hear you. I’ve recently learned the value of listening to those around me even if I don’t want to and even when I disagree. I can’t undo what has been said and done in recent past, but all I can do is say that I’ll have more of an open mind the next time you approach me. I hope that’s enough.
Rak'Symma says: It is. I just wish we had got off on a better standing to begin with.
Zar'Kaa says: That isn’t your fault.
Rak'Symma says: I wouldn’t say it was solely yours either. I don’t know how to interact with a more… volatile isn’t the right word, but an exuberant personality.
Zar'Kaa says: You can say volatile. I know what I am.
Rak'Symma says: it’s not just you, Zar’Kaa. As dear a friend as he is, I don’t know how to interact with Lasan either. Or you, Thisalee.
Thisalee Crow says: Sorry. I know I can be a bit much.
Rak'Symma says: I was raised in quiet and calm. It’s a beautiful and peaceful thing. Ebonhorn carries that energy, and Arthak is also grounded and easy to talk to.
Arthak grunted.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I suppose that explains why you are close to Rexxar too.
Rexxar also grunted.
Altruis Shadowsong says: If I were to give my honest assessment, Rak’Symma? You haven’t been doing half a poor a job as you think you are. This is how people learn how to interact with each other. You got off on the wrong foot, or talon, with someone here and there, and you were raised around an ancient god of the sky and a spiritualist who has hidden the fact he was a dragon… but you’ve been doing just fine. I don’t think anyone expected you to land perfectly on your talons after everything.
Sol'chi says: Everyone is usually their worst critic!
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: It’s not much different than any of our first introductions. I’m sure Arthak has stories about me when he first met me.
Arthak Saurfang says: Some.
Zar'Kaa says: First time I met these guys I threw a poisoned dart at Arthak. Go figure.
Sol'chi says: Good times!
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I repeatedly undermined his authority. I was very snippy when we first met.
Arthak Saurfang says: There was a purpose behind it.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I also lost a lot of the recovery Altruis helped me through. I have a lot of regrets. But there were a lot of talks and a lot we needed to work through.
Thisalee laughed nervously.
Thisalee Crow says: Lets not forget how I first met you.
Rak'Symma says: And yet you still found it appropriate to recreate the scene.
Thisalee chuckled.
Sol'chi says: That’s sort of a theme for this group. We kind of end up catching our friends. Context later!
Thisalee Crow says: How did you first run into everyone, Sol?
Sol'chi says: I kind of just forced my way into the group. It was messy, it got better, and then I stayed.
Rak'Symma says: That was astoundingly vague. You’d fit right in with the Wild Gods.
Sol'chi says: I usually have to be fairly vague. All the time to hide something, but sometimes to mess with people, and sometimes to keep my secrets safe. But keeping people guessing is half the fun!
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Plus the more information you have on a demon the easier it is to control them. So Sol’s vagueness isn’t really unwarranted.
Sol'chi says: It’s a defense mechanism! And if I don’t like someone and they get too much information on me, I will turn them into a brick and throw them into the ocean. Give them a few thousand years to smooth them out!
Nyxxa expressed she did agree it was wise to share stories sometimes, as a lot could be gained to understand each other better. Ultimately understanding what colors someone’s perspective could be good.
Rak’Symma said she had already shared the highlights of her life, as most was calm and quiet.
Zar’Kaa explained a bit of his history, namely what he was doing in the years prior when he was bounty hunting and participating in dubious activities. He didn’t explain the whys, but he explained a bit of what he did.
Rak'Symma says: I don’t mean to open old wounds… but what happened to color your opinions of them?
Zar’Kaa was silent for a few long moments. He wrapped his hands around his arms, where they were bandaged.
Zar'Kaa says: Lets just say that at least concerning the loa… I have my reasons.
Symma nodded quietly, but the question seemed to unnerve Zar’Kaa a bit.
Nyxxa explained that ever since she arrived on the Broken Isles she has grappled with the fact her own past was vague, and recently she had to put together a lot of pieces in uncomfortable ways that she had since had to process. However, that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be there for people, she just wished people would approach her to talk instead of her needing to constantly reach out, as she has had a lot to work through.
Rak’Symma admitted she would have approached them all to talk sooner, but things had just kept happening. In truth all she had wanted was to see the world, but she had never been allowed to leave because it wasn’t safe. It still wasn’t safe, but she couldn’t see a world that no longer existed. But she hoped to find the other harpies out there as soon as things calmed down.
It was offered that Kalimdor was a great place to start, as there were harpy flights all over. Symma asked if they knew a place where the grass grew tall and golden, and she was told that parts of the Barrens could fit that description.
Sol'chi says: So, once this is all done, I want to see more of this world. And I’m going to see what I can do to prepare the world for the next time the Legion knocks. In the meantime, I don’t want any more of you to disappear. So. I do have a way for most people to avoid death, but… call it life insurance. I can make a replacement body for anyone here. It’ll take some time, but whoever wants it, I can cast the spell and it’ll be safe in a demiplane while it rests.
Zar’Kaa looked at him, bewildered, but then accepted this tracked for Sol.
Sol'chi says: But maybe I can make a difference. Maybe a lot won’t trust a demon, but I can make a lot out of nothing, and I can make this world as best as I can while I can!
He looked at Nyxxa, trying to paint a picture of what he was trying to do in the next few years as she wouldn’t be there.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Just take care of yourself first and foremost.
Sol'chi says: You know me, I always look for a chance to smile when I can!
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I know.
She hugged him and patted him on the head.
Sol mentioned that there were servants of the Dark Titan that had ancient facilities and maybe if they could find one Symma could get answers about Freya. Rak’Symma thanked him for the idea, but she noted that Aviana had little luck in getting answers and she wasn’t sure she would either.
Arthak Saurfang says: Is there anything else for this?
Rak'Symma says: I think I’ve said all I could think to.
Sol'chi says: I’ve been thinking a while, and I think Azgadaan might go talk to his father.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: …I suppose it would be safe for him to do that, of all people.
Sol'chi says: I can be privy to any conversations he has, and I can try to get him out when it’s done. But he’s expressed a want to touch base with him. He hasn’t talked to him in over a year Azerothian time. He doesn’t know what’s going on in his head anymore.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Let him know I wish him good luck. Or I will, when I see him next.
It seemed Arthak was in thinking and assessment mode and was just paying attention to the conversations being had. Nyxxa largely kept to her adventures with the party thus far, including how they met.
After a few of the other people left, Sol went into details about his issues with his father and the execution of his mother. Zar’Kaa rubbed his chin below his tusks as he listened.
Zar'Kaa says: So… that’s why you oppose your people?
Sol'chi says: It was the first reason. I found the others along the way.
Zar'Kaa says: Sol, that’s… no offense, but your people are cruel pieces of shit.
Sol'chi says: I’m aware. Part of my goal is to show them what they are, and I hope they change. But I imagine quite a few won’t. I’ll try. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. They are in charge of their own decisions, but not many of them have been given a choice for a long time.
Zar'Kaa says: Not an excuse.
Sol'chi says: It isn’t. Trust me, if I didn’t see what I saw… I’d probably be one of the invaders still.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: There are still others that are fighting against it too.
Zar'Kaa says: I’m sorry, Sol. I’m sorry for your loss.
Sol'chi says: Thank you.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: For what it’s worth, there are plenty of demons even on Argus that don’t have the scope or the power to interfere. Having spent quite some time stuck there, I’m sure that by providing other options… maybe not as many as you might hope, but enough would jump at the options given to them. I was once one of them.
Rak’Symma looked antsy, and Nyxxa asked her what was wrong.
Rak'Symma says: I can only speak from my own thoughts… but do you have anything of her’s?
Sol'chi says: Kind of?
Rak'Symma says: Any effigy?
Sol'chi says: I have an image.
He pulled out a crystal locket and placed it on a table to show her. A small family portrait appeared of his young self, his mother, and his father.
Rak'Symma says: You needn’t answer this now… and gods know I’ve put it off myself… but if you ever would want to speak with her…
Sol'chi says: I’m not sure that’s possible. Her… her essence was put through something that would scatter it beyond being recalled. Doing what… was done with the spell Velameestra has made won’t work, I don’t believe. You’re free to try if you’d like. Magic is strange and may do things you may not possible.
Rak’Symma nodded.
After some silence, Arthak spoke up.
Art: My father was Broxigar the Red. When I was born, he was sent a thousand years into the past of this world and died. My mother died bringing me into this world, and I was raised across three clans. I killed my grandfather in single combat. I have adopted a daughter. Her name is Azuka. Until recently, I was mated. That is me.
Rak’Symma thanked him for sharing. Arthak explained he had picked his daughter up on the road and he gave her the name of a chieftain he had killed.
Zar'Kaa says: The real question is… can Azuka also get big?
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes.
Zar'Kaa says: Woah… I didn’t think that could be given to someone else.
Arthak explained it was knowledge that could be passed on, and Rak’Symma imitated Arthak’s voice to voice “Hrmm… magic.” Nyxxa cackled and said Lantresor had competition in the Arthak impersonation contests. Arthak confirmed there was a prize. Rak’Symma said she would withdraw from the competition as she didn’t think it was fair.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Something I haven’t told any of you… you’ll forgive me if I keep descriptions brief. My own experiences with satyrs. Until Levia unshielded my memories, I had put them away. Ever since the trip I’ve been able to more keenly remember them. Arthak and Rak’Symma, I imagine this would bring context to things I have brought up in the past, but… for several hundred years, I was a prisoner of one of the Praetors. I wasn’t allowed to leave, and it was only through Driana that I was able to escape, and why I’m so harsh on myself. I was very damaged. It was only through meeting the Illidari that I was able to pull myself together. A lot of the reason I am how I am is to not be the person he made me when I was with him. So I hope that provides some context. I’m a person who is kind out of spite. That’s why it’s hard to accept I am a kind person.
Arthak Saurfang says: If you are comfortable with it, his name?
Nyxxa hesitated.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Prince Raze.
Arthak wrote the name down in his notebook.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: He is considered to be a son of Xavius. That is something often claimed by satyrs, but only believed by the Praetors that have backing. He is one of three that the claim is respected.
She clarified he was the one that had her skulls, and Zar’Kaa said he seemed like a sick bastard.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: He… took them every time I tried to escape.
Sol told Arthak to write his name three more times, and Arthak said that they would get it done in one.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: A small part of me is glad you’re willing to do this… Illidan also volunteered to help, though I didn’t tell him this much. If the satyrs are to improve, the princes need to be removed.
Sol promised her that he would be dealt with.
Zar’Kaa used magic to show them what Bru’kan looked like and properly introduce him as well. There was some banter between Bru’kan and Zar’Kaa, as Zar’Kaa used magic to imitate his voice as well. Zar’Kaa explained that was why he could use the powers of the spear.
Symma expressed that she was glad Zar’Kaa had someone to watch his back, and Bru’kan said he was glad he had some people watching his front as well.
The group used Oculeth’s translocation network to return to Black Rook Hold. The first thing they noticed was an automaton that resembled a feminine figure soldering one of the panels on Sol’s conjured vehicle. Sol asked it what it was doing, and an obsidian color flickered beneath its surface.
A spark of demonic fire lit up in demonic fire on its featureless face.
Strange Construct says: Identification.
Sol'chi says: Sol.
Strange Construct says: Sol. This vehicle is yours, correct?
Sol'chi says: Yes.
Strange Construct says: Acknowledged. One moment.
The fire changed into an exclamation point and then extinguished.
Strange Construct says: I have informed the captain. Please wait one moment.
A second later, they heard some banging inside the ship and two hooved legs covered in dark violet spines stuck themselves out. It was a sayaad. She had bright pink eyes and light blue skin with grease marks on her face. She had hair that was split between pink and green and pulled back into messy pigtails.
Sayaad Artificer says: Oh this is your ride, huh?
Sol'chi says: For now, yes.
Sayaad Artificer says: Not bad. Thought I’d take a closer look. See its make and model. Fixed a few crossed wires for you.
Sol'chi says: Considering its a theoretical ride, there should be some crossed wires.
Sayaad Artificer says: I figured. You made this with magic? Not bad. You know your way around a machine. Pardon my manners. My name is–
She stopped, and her lips curled into a grin.
Sayaad Artificer says: The Dark Titan’s flaming tits. Holy shit.
She fluttered off and landed on the ground.
Sayaad Artificer says: Is that you, Nyx?
Nyxxa was stunned.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: …Hey.
Sayaad Artificer says: What the fuck are you doing here?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I work here.
Sayaad Artificer says: Here? With all these crazy cultists that ripped their eyes out? Hah!
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I thought how I look now would have tipped you off…
Sayaad Artificer says: No shit!
She leaned over.
Sayaad Artificer says: Fuck me, you don’t look pathetic anymore!
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. It's good to see you.
Sayaad Artificer says: Good to see you too! Mirola by the way! An old friend of Nyxxa’s!
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I worked on her crew for a bit. She’s… what was the term you used?
Mirola says: I prefer the term freelancer! Speaking of which, I’m doing a bit of that right here. An old contact reached out to me. Seems he has a new friend that’s putting together a team for some clandestine operation or another.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Oh. Well. I’m sure we can talk about that inside… if it’s what I’m thinking of. But good to see you again.
Sol got the sense that the attendant was likely a summoned construct or a steel defender of some kind.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Sol, she’s a demon that doesn’t necessarily work with the Legion. A free spirit.
Sol'chi says: Those are rare.
Mirola says: I work with whoever pays the most. And right now? Well that’s classified.
Sol'chi says: I can make a few guesses.
Mirola says: I’m sure you could, pretty boy.
Sol'chi says: It’s good to see you have some history with my mother.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: This is my adopted son, Sol.
Mirola says: You’re adopting kids now?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Several. Got my life together. I’m sorry, by the way, for everything.
Mirola says: For what?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I was a bitch.
Mirola laughed.
Mirola says: If that’s what you consider being a bitch, you haven’t spent enough time around sayaad. Besides, I kicked you off the crew.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Yeah.
Mirola says: But we had some fun times. If you’re ever interested in taking a cruise for old time’s sake, I have a few things I can throw you at. Now that it seems you aren’t as much of a downer.
Nyxxa laughed.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: We should talk later… there are some things that have happened.
Mirola says: I won’t keep you! Hopefully my ride gets done with her own meeting so we can get this show on the road. I can’t help but feel like these demon hunters are looking at me with glowing eyes and hungry tongues given what they tend to do… though it’s hard to tell for what reason.
Sol'chi says: I can understand the feeling.
Mirola says: I’m sure you can!
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: They’re good people. As long as you don’t cause trouble.
Mirola says: Oh I won’t. I’m a good little girl. Could you ask my boss how long she’s planning on taking?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Sure. Who is your boss?
At that moment, there was the sound of angry yipping and hissing. Suddenly a tiny little felhunter came barreling across the stone. It leaped at Arthak and started to bite and gnaw on his armor.
Arthak Saurfang says: …Greetings, Nibbles.
The felhunter continued to hiss and growl. Arthak pulled the creature off by its tendrils. And then there was another voice.
Spinyl says: I was wondering what had gotten into him. And I was wondering when you’d get back.
A small high elf had emerged from the hold, but it was very evident who it was. It was Spinyl in a disguise.
Arthak Saurfang says: Spinyl. Your pet.
Arthak deposited Nibbles into Spinyl’s arms.
Spinyl says: Thank you, Arthak.
Sol'chi says: Something so small and filled with unyielding rage. Adorable.
Spinyl says: I don’t know where he gets it.
She pet the felhunter.
Spinyl says: We can walk and talk, but I was just going over some recent happenings. I heard I was requested for a little project.
Nyxxa nodded.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Thank you for coming.
They opted to head back inside to meet and deliver reports. They found a place where they could talk, and Spinyl just launched into the fact she had heard they were talking about freeing Nesslyn from her chains.
Nyxxa nodded.
Spinyl says: It’s good you’re planning on doing that, given your victory would otherwise cost her life, one way or another. Long story short, she’s a friend, and I will pool what resources I can to make this happen.
Arthak Saurfang says: Glad to hear.
Spinyl says: But let me clear. If this is some sort of trick and you just seek to bind Nesslyn for yourselves, my wrath will know no bounds.
Nyxxa nodded.
Arthak Saurfang says: Okay Spinyl. Your threat is noted.
Spinyl says: I’ve already thoroughly interrogated the Illidari involved, and fortunately Jace seems rather harmless.
Meanwhile, Jace was probably hyperventilating after being drilled by Spinyl.
Spinyl says: So if he’s handling this, I have no qualms. On that note… I’ve been informed you are dealing with what’s happening in Suramar. Is that correct?
Arthak Saurfang says: Who informed you?
Spinyl says: The Slayer. Why I ask is because I have intelligence to deliver from inside the city.
Zar'Kaa says: What might that be?
Spinyl says: A layout. Where things are. Where the demons are located. Small things, but things that are useful.
Zar'Kaa says: So patrol routes of the demons that now reside in the city?
Spinyl says: Not quite that much.
Arthak Saurfang says: useful intelligence. Thank you, Spinyl.
Spinyl says: If you are doing this, you should do it as efficiently as possible.
Arthak Saurfang says: Agreed.
Spinyl says: I won’t be in the city much, but I do have the intention of visiting when I can. This project will take me away from it.
She informed them that she would be in touch. Arthak and Spinyl seemed to be a bit chilly toward each other.
As the group branched out around the hold, they noted a large vessel that appeared to be carried by eagles. It seemed that a few of the ambassadors from Highmountain had started to arrive, including niffen and kobolds. The vessel appeared to be a payload, and the Highmountain tauren accompanying it informed Arthak that it was the chunk of azerite as well as a large chest with a prominent chill. The tauren explained the drogbar had finished harvesting the worm, and their portion had been preserved in the chest.
A massive black furred tauren with a missing antler, burn scars, and mirror plated armor with red feathers was introduced as Elderhorn, one of the Sunwalker champions of An’she. He explained they had done a great service for Highmountain, so his blade was at their disposal.
There were also a few tauren that had intricate lines tattooed into their skin beneath their fur. They helped move the Azerite, and they were known as Runemasters, the tauren version of mages. They were likely from the Ironhoof tribe.
Galforr also made his way over to Arthak to inform him that the stronghold in Stormheim had been largely completed. In doing so, they had managed to get a better scope of where things were looking as far as logistics were concerned. He informed Arthak that he would be present at the hold for a few days if he wanted to discuss current events. Arthak confirmed he would like that.
Zar’Kaa said he wanted to be a part of the meeting if it wasn’t confidential. Arthak nodded at Zar’Kaa and the rest of the warband and informed them they were welcome.
Galforr also exchanged introductions with Rak’Symma.
Zar’Kaa headed back to the Darkspear to deliver his own reports. As he got within eyesight of the Reuniter, he froze, because he remembered what he saw under Sacrolash’s illusion and he recalled each of his crew members and the Darkspear died.
He opted to go somewhere private as a panic attack settled upon him. Bru’kan manifested to try and guide him through it.
Zar'Kaa says: How am I supposed to face them again after what I saw?
Bru'kan says: There ain’t an easy answer to that. But it wasn’t real. All you can do is fight to ensure it doesn’t become real.
Zar'Kaa says: I know. I’m working on that. But she knows who they all are… I can’t let any of them die!
Bru'kan says: Well, you can’t make sure they don’t die if you can’t keep an eye on them. So start small. Start with that.
Zar’Kaa clenched and unclenched his fist for a minute or so, and he slowly started to calm down. He then picked himself back up to head back to the ship. He apologized to Bru’kan, who assured him there was nothing to apologize for. Zar’Kaa retorted it was unbecoming of a warrior and he wished he wasn’t so weak.
Bru'kan says: There are a lot of fights a warrior has to fight, Zar’Kaa. You’re lucky you didn’t have to see the fights people fought after the war ended 20 years ago. If this is weakness, then we are all pretty weak. War is heavy. War is real hard. Not every enemy is easy to confront with a weapon. But that don’t mean you’re weak, Zar’Kaa, because you’re standing back up again. At the end of the day, that’s the only way a warrior, or anyone, can keep fighting.
Zar'Kaa says: I’m glad I still have you.
Bru'kan says: That’s funny. A couple months ago, you’d have done anything to get rid of me, and now you’re thanking me for sticking around. Times change, don’t they?
Zar'Kaa says: Yeah… I dunno. Maybe I’m just tired of people not sticking around. Whether its my fault or not. You’re doing what mother and father didn’t do.
Bru’kan was quiet for a moment.
Bru'kan says: I guess you’re right… in one way. Though they didn’t leave you by choice. Then again, by their actions… I guess they did. Even if it wasn’t directly.
Zar'Kaa says: No. They made a choice. It just took years for it to catch up to them.
Zar’Kaa shook his head.
Zar'Kaa says: I shouldn’t have brought them up.
Bru'kan says: It’s fine, Zar’Kaa.
Zar'Kaa says: I’m just saying… I’m glad someone finally didn’t abandon me. Even when I’m not at my best.
Bru'kan says: This world is complicated, but I’m glad I can give you a helping hand. It’s the least I owe you.
Zar’Kaa gave Bru’kan a hug for as well as he was able to. It was mostly faking it, but the gesture was what mattered. Bru’kan sighed as he pulled away.
Bru'kan says: Zar’Kaa… there’s… there’s something you should know. It’s about your parents.
Zar’Kaa got an exasperated look.
Bru'kan says: I don’t need to tell you now, but there’s something you should know. About them, and about me. Something I’ve been wrestling with for a long time, and it don’t feel right not telling you. Not anymore.
Zar'Kaa says: You’ve been keeping a secret? From me?
Bru’kan looked down.
Bru'kan says: I could make an excuse. Say that I’m not. But I don’t think that would be fair. It’s something you deserve to know. Especially if you’re going to say sweet things to me like that.
Zar'Kaa says: You certainly know how to pick your moment.
Bru'kan says: You deserve the truth when you’re good and ready. And no, I’m not secretly your grandfather, if that’s what you were thinking.
Zar'Kaa says: It wasn’t. But it’ll be nice to have a clearer answer than the various takes I’ve been given over the years.
Bru'kan says: i don’t know if it’ll give you peace… but it’ll fill in some blanks.
Zar'Kaa says: We should get going. I still meant what I said, Bru’kan. Come on. Lets go see the crew.
Zar’Kaa headed to the ship and gave his report to the crew. Zuni and Zekhan hurried over to greet him, and Volrath also gave Zar’Kaa approval for his efforts.
Zar’Kaa also mentioned his idea of communing with the loa to get information on Anzu, and Volrath expressed that Zekhan had full leave to aid in the task.
Nyxxa went to find Lantresor, and she swiftly fell into his arms in an embrace. However, it wasn’t a cheerful one.
Lantresor says: When I spoke with Arthak… his avoidance suggested something happened, and the weight on your shoulders confirmed as much. What has happened?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: We discovered a way to cure the curse… both on myself and the people of Nar’thalas.
Lantresor says: That sounds like it should be wonderful news.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’ll… need to die for that to happen. And I’ve chosen to do so. I’m sorry.
Lantresor says: …I see. I’m certain if there was another way… you would have already pursued it.
Nyxxa nodded and she started to launch into an explanation, but Lantresor pulled her closer with one hand on her back and one on the back of her head.
Lantresor says: I understand why Arthak was afraid to face me… this is a burden he wanted you to tell.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I wouldn’t put that upon him. I don’t… I want to do this, but I also don’t want to leave. Not you or the others. If there was another way, I would do it, but if the other way is letting someone else do it for me, that’s not something I can do.
Lantresor gave her a sad smile and ran a large thumb over her cheek.
Lantresor says: That brilliant heart of yours is exactly why I love you. Even if it must cause me pain, I do not regret.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’ve also told the others… and I mean this with all my heart, but I will fight to come back in whatever way I can. If I am truly freed of the curse… then my soul will live on in some way. So in spite of everything, I will see you again. I’ll see everyone again.
Lantresor says: Then I will watch. I will watch as your soul burns brighter than the sun. And when that flickering flame goes out, I will keep it ablaze so that one day you may follow it back to me.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I wanted to ask you something… on that notion. Before I go… I would like to be mated to you.
Lantresor’s eyes teared up.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: To further strengthen the bond to ensure I can come back to all of you.
Lantresor says: I would be honored, Nyxxa.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: If you wouldn’t mind… with the others, I’d like you all to be there.
Lantresor says: Share with me your blazing soul, and mine will burn ever brighter as a guiding star for your return.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: With you as a beacon, I’ll find my way back, my flame.
They kissed, tears streaming down their faces.
The next time he saw Altruis, he placed a hand on his shoulder, and Altruis hugged him in solidarity.
Nyxxa then went to find Levia to tell her that she had made her decision. She found Levia during a quiet moment, but Levia saw the look on Nyxxa’s face and she grit her teeth.
Nyxxa opened her mouth to speak, but Levia held up her hand.
Levia Blackflight says: Don’t. I know. There’s nothing I can say to change your mind, is there?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’m sorry, Levia…
Levia stood up and pulled her into a tight hug.
Levia Blackflight says: Of course not. I knew the moment this came up.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’m going to fight to find a way back, Levia.
Levia Blackflight says: You fucking better.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’m not letting a monster like that keep me from all of you.
Nyxxa ran her hand through Levia’s hair.
Levia Blackflight says: Alright. I’ll hold you to that.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I love you.
Levia Blackflight says: I love you too, Nyx.
Nyxxa kissed her on the head, and Levia pulled away from the hug and screamed to get her pent-up emotions out. After a moment of silence, she said she wanted to be there when Nyxxa did the ritual.
Nyxxa assured her that she could be.
Levia Blackflight says: Fuck. Okay. Well. Guess we better make do with the time we have, huh?
Nyxxa nodded and wrapped her arms around Levia.
Zar’Kaa, Sol, Nyxxa, and Rak’Symma went to speak with the arakkoa about Anzu. Krisek eagerly welcomed them in. Rak’Symma used magic to ensure they could all understand each other, and some small talk about languages was made.
Rak’Symma asked a favor of them, or rather, she wanted to gauge their feelings on a matter. Brakoss cocked his head curiously, and Rak’Symma explained she had been in communion with some of the deities of the world, and they had the moon’s blessing of the arakkoa, but she had also opened her arms to their gods.
Brakoss scratched his beak and mused the gesture was interesting. Krisek’s eyes widened and she asked if Symma was being true, which the harpy confirmed.
Krisek says: With the destruction of our worlds, I had not known what would become of the spirits of our kin… the sun no longer shines upon it.
Zar'Kaa says: No, it seems not.
Krisek says: But, you say you spoke to the moon?
Brakoss asked which one, and Symma said it was the larger one, but she felt that the smaller moon would welcome the change. Zar’Kaa asked if there was more than one moon spirit, and Rak’Symma pointed out there was more than one moon. Symma explained they were called Lo’sho or Q’onzu.
Nyxxa expressed the smaller of the two moons was best not spoken about according to night elf tradition, otherwise they may garner their attention. She gave Rak’Symma her condolences.
Brakoss was fascinated, but he was unsure how their own gods could be brought to the world as one was slain and the other was in shadows.
Symma said she believed she might have a way of reaching Anzu. Brakoss asked how she believed she could. She explained that the world dreamt, and beyond the dream there was an expanse, and she believed that was where Anzu dwelt. Brakoss said the dark god was not one to take visitors, and Rak’Symma said she sought to appeal to him.
Zar’Kaa said they might receive further guidance from the loa.
Brakoss said that if she could bring Anzu to Azeroth, the arakkoa would be delighted, but there were other factors that needed to be considered.
Brakoss says: Anzu has taken upon himself, as you recall, the blood of Sethe. In doing so, he drew the black serpent’s essence into himself. The curse of Sethe twists the mind… it is possible that Anzu is similarly afflicted. There are those who believe the shelter of night is all that keeps Anzu’s mind from slipping.
Zar'Kaa says: And if it were to slip, what would the consequences be?
Brakoss chuffed.
Brakoss says: I do not know. Most likely we would be forced to reunite him with dear Rukhmar, and that is something all of us would like to avoid.
Zar'Kaa says: Well, when it comes down to it, we think finding a way to undo or break the curse could help lead to some sort of breakthrough with an associated plague that affects the sin’dorei.
Brakoss says: I have spoken to their scientists who have looked into the plague. I believe there may be similarities, but… this is Anzu we speak of. No mere mortal. As a representative of the Outcasts, consider me interested. If there were to be a way to bring Anzu to this world, all of us would benefit. Even more so if we could release him from the curse of Sethe. We should speak with Anzu and get his opinion on the matter. Without his permission, it would be difficult to retrieve him. But should you be willing to do so, that is an important step. If we can free him from the curse of Sethe… you say these loa may have an answer. But there are those who can commune with the Shadow Realm as well.
Krisek says: As far as Rukhmar is concerned, we believe that Rukhmar will return to us one day. If your moon is welcoming, and if your sun would do the same, perhaps the presence of her children alone will one day guide her back to us. I will try to read the solar flares. See if I can divine anything further from them.
Rak’Symma told her there was a tauren present that was a champion of the sun. Krisek squawked in excitement, and Rak’Symma said she could likely speak with him. She also told them she intended both of them to fly, and if they came back to Highmountain they could speak with the shamans and seers there. Krisek clicked her talons excitedly.
Brakoss reminded her to mind her manners, and Krisek clicked in annoyance at him. Rak’Symma asked how skilled Krisek was at dancing, and she admitted she was once immensely skilled, and she would love to see the tauren’s traditions.
Brakoss asked Rak’Symma why she sought to help Anzu. The harpy’s brow furrowed.
Rak'Symma says: Because he’s lost and hurt and in pain.
Brakoss nodded and said that was enough for him.
Zar’Kaa asked them what the gift of flight would mean to them, and Krisek launched into a poetic description of flight being freedom, safety, and worship, but Brakoss added that they had survived without it and they have learned not to fear the shadows left by the stones and trees, as they were masters of the shadow. Zar’Kaa expressed there was wisdom in both their views.
The two arakkoa scurried off to get their things together, and Zar’Kaa noted that Rak’Symma seemed to understand them well. She admitted if there was one thing she understood, it was birds. Zar’Kaa gave her a good-natured slap on the back, and Symma flinched, but she offered a small smile.
