Appearing Characters: Adrin Nightcrest, Belysra Starbreeze, Ceredwyn, Denelor Silentmane, Elissa Cross, Galadin Windrunner, Genn Greymane, Halford Ramsey, Hiram Creed, Isiden Perenolde, Koroth, Liam Greymane, Liiraluma, Lorelei Crowley, Lyros Swiftwind, Morra Starbreeze, Qiana Moonshadow, Ralaar Fangfire, Sazzmi Gentlehorn, Seria, Talran Swiftwind, Tobias Mistmantle, Tol'vas Moonshadow, Uther Menethil, Valorinn, Vassandra Stormclaw, Velameestra Windrunner, Vincent Godfrey
September 15th
In the aftermath of the events surrounding Godfrey and Operation Silverfall, Vel, Seria, and Tol’vas got together and attempted to scry on Hiram Creed.
Tol’vas went first and the [Scrying] was unsuccessful. Seria went second, and once again, the scrying was unsuccessful. Vel went third, but this time an image appeared on the other side. It was Creed, approaching Godfrey.
Hiram Creed says: Vincent! You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
Godfrey’s brow raised.
Vincent Godfrey says: Yes, perhaps I did. But no matter, we have a great deal of work that we need to do if this is going to be a success. Tell me, Hiram, you’ve a good scope on this situation, what do you think of it all?
Hiram smiled.
Hiram Creed says: It’ll be quite challenging, but if we all work together, we should be able to pull something off. I have a… line of communication that leads us into the city. One that I have reason to believe the king might find valuable. Should we be able to use it, we should be able to strike directly into the heart of hte city while most of their attention is drawn elsewhere. Perhaps we can even behead this pack leader before he knows what hit him.
Vincent Godfrey says: You are truly one who is well-informed, aren’t you Creed?
Creed smiled.
Hiram Creed says: His majesty wouldn’t have entrusted me to bringing an end to the rebellion had I not been.
Vincent Godfrey says: Well I suppose the rebellion has ended, one way or another. Glad you’re still around, Creed. We’ll need men with solid heads on their shoulders in the weeks and months to come if we’re going to salvage our nation.
Hiram Creed says: I would not worry about that, my old friend. Gilneas has a way of bouncing back from the most grim circumstances. I’m sure she’ll endure, even if you and I aren’t there to see it.
The two talk for a bit, and for the remainder of the scrying, Creed was walking around and talking to others.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Hmph. Admittedly, I wasn’t expecting that to work...
Vel, Tol’vas, and Seria discuss what their next steps may be, as Vel had some suspicions that Creed could potentially selectively allow certain scrying attempts through. Vel also briefly spoke to Galadin about the information he had gotten off of Creed, and to ensure Galadin wasn’t under the effects of any spells. He wasn’t, and Galadin explained that Creed had largely just said he was “there to help” and his suggested suspicion was actually towards Vincent Godfrey and Isiden Perenolde.
At this point, Vel was certain the culprit wasn’t Godfrey, and she was hesitant to give much credence to the idea of Isiden just because what had been gathered of him didn’t really match what would be expected for a black dragonflight agent. However, the trio decided to try and scry on Isiden Perenolde anyway, and Tol’vas’s attempt revealed him speaking with Liam immediately.
Liam Greymane says: Isiden! My friend. If you wouldn’t mind speaking for a moment?
Isiden Perenolde says: Of course. What can I help you with?
Liam Greymane says: It’s less help and more if I can get your opinion on things. I wanted to hear your insight about Uther’s tales from beyond the wall?
Isiden Perenolde says: I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been considering it. It’s hard to believe, but I’ve actually lived in Gilneas longer than my own homeland. I can’t imagine that this Daval Prestor would be keen on my return. I trust I will be a not insignificant target if my survival becomes known to him. But… if there’s something I can do to aid in the circumstances beyond, I’d be happy to do it. Especially if Gilneas itself decides to lend aid to the Alliance. You’ve all done so much for me that I would wish to follow suit. If Prestor truly is as ghastly for my old home as I have bene lead to believe, I would wish to bring justice to him.
Liam Greymane says: What of afterwards? Would you seek to reclaim the throne?
Isiden Perenolde says: I… I’m not sure. I think a lot of discussions would have to be had before such a decision were to be made. The throne of Alterac has caused no small amount of problems over the last decades. I’m remiss to make decisions without consulting those more familiar.
Liam nods.
Liam Greymane says: Wise council, my friend.
Isiden laughs.
Isiden Perenolde says: You honor me, your majesty.
Seria scryed Isiden later, and she witnessed Isiden combing his horse. Vel tried after Seria, and she saw him speaking to his horse and confessing his nerves that his people would just see him as another villain, and he doesn’t know what to do.
Vel sat back and analyzed the interactions that she had observed, and it was hard to tell if there were any performances going on, as both Hiram and Isiden were nobility and adept at playing such a part, but open looking back and objectively observing them, she was able to determine Isiden had no apparent signs of elemental resistances.
Creed, however, had indicators that would suggest he was resistant to shadow, psychic, and fire damage.
Meanwhile, Uther went to seek out Luma in the Gilnean foundry.
Uther Menethil says: Luma! Do you have a moment?
Liiraluma says: Ah, my favorite small paladin, how are you?
Uther Menethil says: Well enough!
Liiraluma says: What can I help you with?
Uther Menethil says: I was wondering if you had a moment to spare. I have a favor I wanted to ask.
Luma turned around to the Gilneans.
Liiraluma says: If you have questions, take a break at the manor, go get coffee, but don’t fuck up!
The Gilnean blacksmiths voiced words of affirmation and referred to them as “captain”.
Liiraluma says: Ooo. I got the promotion apparently.
Luma sat down and gestured to Uther.
Liiraluma says: Favors. What do we need?
Uther Menethil says: I was hoping you could fashion a device capable of destroying a large boulder.
Luma’s glasses sheen.
Liiraluma says: Explosives?
Uther Menethil says: Ideally. The flashier the better, it’s to make a point.
Liiraluma says: I love making points! I’m sure I can do something.
Uther Menethil says: Excellent! Second part, perhaps a bit stranger, but could you provide me with a bag of components you’d use to make that device?
Liiraluma says: You ask me to give away trade secrets?
Luma grinned.
Uther Menethil says: I can assure you that I will have no idea what I’m looking at, and I’m the smartest person that will be looking in that bag.
Liiraluma says: Oh! Those ones.
Uther Menethil says: Examples go a long way.
Liiraluma says: I love showing work. When do you need it?
Uther Menethil says: Sooner the better, I was hoping to meet with them tomorrow.
Liiraluma says: Ah. I can see what I can do. And you want the components?
Uther Menethil says: Yes.
Liiraluma says: Alright. I suppose before thinking about detonating crystals, I’ll start with vials or paper. But I think we can make some explosive fireworks.
Uther Menethil says: I think it will do the job just fine.
Liiraluma says: Fine? Pah! Better than fine!
Luma poked Uther in the chest jokingly.
Liiraluma says: I’ll have it done.
Uther Menethil says: Thank you very much, Luma. I appreciate it.
That night was the full moon and Vel conjured another manor for the worgen to freely roam. Not many of the Gilneans slept well, but the night went by and everything was completely calm. Tol’vas was able to help oversee everyone and ensure no one got hurt.
September 16th - September 17th
The next morning, there was a crowd that gathered around the manor entrance to watch as the worgen emerged. However, the worgen were not in their worgen forms when they came out. Some were reunited with their family and friends, and there were tentative embraces.
Liam stepped forward while everyone was gathered. There was a tenuous divide still.
Liam Greymane says: My fellow Gilneans. By now, word has spread to many of you. With the help of prince Uther Menethil, Velameestra Windrunner, and their companions from a distant land, we’ve discovered a treatment for the worgen curse. One that allows our friends and family, our loved ones, our mothers and fathers, our children, a fighting chance against the beast in their hearts. These blessed waters are not only simple to create now that they’ve been made, but they will be made readily available to everyone and all our loved ones still out there. We will begin to reclaim our home, our way of life, our families, and thus, I come before you today as king of Gilneas to issue the following decree. Henceforth, those who have been afflicted with the worgen curse shall be treated as Gilnean citizens should they be of Gilnean descent. Their struggles, their challenges, are our challenges now, and we accept them, for only in doing so will we be able to regain our spirit as Gilneans. This may be difficult for many, especially those of you who have lost lives to the claws of this outbreak, but we must turn our wrath against those that deserve it: the masterminds behind this cult, Alpha Prime and those who have chosen to side with him. Some of them are of an ancient clan that dwelled here long before humans. The self-same clan who has extended a hand to aid us, but they have turned against their kin. These are our true enemies, and they will be given no quarter. In a week’s time, our allied forces will march on the capital city. We will retake it! Human and worgen, Northgate and loyalist, Gilneans all! And soon, soon we will rest easy knowing that this land, this Gilneas, will be returned to her people. I promise to make that dream a reality and end this nightmare that we have succumbed to for a generation. We will have peace, mark my words, and it will be built by all of our hands together. Be they fingers, or be they claws. I know this is challenging, but take this moment, look across the courtyard to your kinsmen.
The gathered crowd looked at the group of worgen and non-worgen.
Liam Greymane says: The challenge they have overcome, and the beast they wrestled with… it does not define them. They are still your family, your friends, and your kin. You can only begin to understand once you reach beyond that threshold. Sometimes all that one needs to overcome that hardship is a helping hand.
Lorelei stepped forward and smiled. Some people stepped back, but a young girl doesn’t. Lorelei extended a hand to her, and the girl looked at it, and then at Lorelei, and with a nervous smile in return, she reached out and took Lorelei’s hand.
One by one, the other worgen bridged that gap and began to speak to one another and shake hands. It was tenuous, but it was a start. Over the week that followed, skirmishes against Alpha Prime’s forces did happen, and some prototypes of Luma’s device were deployed: the ECG (the Existential Crisis Grenade). It seemed to be successful in the early tests.
The following day, a meeting of some of the warleaders was had and the basic plan was laid out. The various forces were going to try and surround Gilneas City and attack from all sides, as it was effectively a landmass connected with bridges. Additionally, Hiram Creed brought forward that the Blackhowl Company secured some of the sewers that led into the heart of the city, specifically the old prison. It had since been captured as a forward base within the city that Creed has kept hidden. He offered it as an access point for an infiltration team so that they could attack from inside the city itself. Tentatively, that idea was being entertained.
Uther and a group of other Gilneans, as well as Luma, returned to Koroth’s den so that Uther could speak with her. Koroth was consuming a large feast of beasts, and her peryton was nearby, gorging itself on an elk.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Aye! It’s you! You got any news about who what destroyed my banner?
Uther Menethil says: We’re still looking into it, but these foes are very sneaky.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: So when’s we’re getting to smashing them?
Uther Menethil says: I was wondering, my friend, if you’ve given more thought to what strength truly means.
Koroth took a dissatisfied chomp of her food.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: I knew what strength means, but then yous and your gits came around and gave me a right thrashin’ and started talking about wolves and bears and gooses… I dunno. All I know is that Koroth is the strongest ettin around, and I’ll prove it by smashin’ the gits that hurt my banner. You hungry?
Uther looked at the array of dirty meats that were at least probably boiled. He decided to take the risk and break bread.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: If you’re already strong, you eat some ettin gruel and you’ll be stronger!
Uther Menethil says: I can’t turn down that offer!
The other Gilneans looked at the spread with thinly veiled disgust, and fortunately Koroth didn’t notice that no one else was eating. Uther ate a bit messily than he would normally.
Uther Menethil says: So. I’ve brought with me an example that might help you understand what I mean a bit better concerning the true nature of strength, and I think you may like it! Tell me, do you know any large rocks around?
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Yeah. I threw the best one when you were here last. I had the boys fetch it. It’s there.
She pointed at the boulder she had thrown in outrage.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: But then I got mad and threw it again. But it’s back now. It’s good for throwin’.
Uther Menethil says: Do you think you’re strong enough to destroy it with one of your weapons?
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: I think so. I could probably cleave it in half with a solid hit. That’s nothin’ for Koroth.
Uther Menethil says: After we’re done, will you show me?
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Yeah! They call me the Hillbreaker for a reason! It’s because I break hills, dummy!
Uther Menethil says: Here I thought it was an exaggeration!
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: What!? I broke this hill I live on!
Uther Menethil says: I look forward to seeing it!
After the meal, Koroth gathered her boys and informed them she was going to show Uther how strong she was. They dragged the boulder a small distance away, and she muttered to herself as she lifted her weapon. She took a deep breath and slammed her club on the rock. The rock didn’t shatter, but a fault appeared through it, and after a moment, it split in two. The other ettins cheered, as did Uther.
Uther Menethil says: I see they don’t call you the HIllbreaker for nothing!
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: That’s right! And yous tell everyone around!
Uther Menethil says: I will! Is there another boulder around somewhere, similar to that size?
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Want me to show you again?
Uther Menethil says: I want to show you something.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Oh, little boy thinks he can break hills too! Go get one, boys!
There is some jeering about the boulder as they commented it was smaller than the other one so that maybe Uther could manage it, but they all seemed convinced that Uther wouldn’t be able to break it. Uther looked at the boulder and produced the explosive.
Uther Menethil says: This! Is going to break that boulder!
It was a small glass vial with sand in it. It was a bit sparkling, and there was a fuse right through the middle.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: You think that trinket will break the hill?
Uther Menethil says: Just watch.
Uther went to set the explosive, and then suddenly realized he had never handled an explosive before and he really needed to be more careful about considering those factors. He lit the fuse with [Prestidigitation], and then sprinted back to the ettins.
The ettins laughed about him running away from the boulder, but then Koroth squinted at it.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Wait a second… you did somethin’ to that–
There was a bright flash and a loud bang. The half of the boulder exploded into shrapnel, and one of the ettins shouted about a shard in his eye. However, the boulder was destroyed. Uther cheered, but then regained his composure.
Uther Menethil says: There! I didn’t swing at it! All I did was put that tiny little thing in the boulder, and look what happened? Reduced it to rubble!
Both of Koroth’s heads were slack-jawed for a moment.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: That… that little trinket… it smashed the boulder… it did it better than Koroth did…
Luma huffed.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: How did you make the little trinket break the hill better than Koroth?
Uther Menethil says: Because that little trinket is more than just a single trinket.
Uther held out a pouch with the components in it.
Uther Menethil says: Do you see these?
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Some sand and some… other stuff.
Uther Menethil says: Right! Any one of these things are, in most cases, useless by themselves. But! When somebody who is smart sees them, they can put them together and create what you just saw. True strength, Koroth my friend, comes from working together. We didn’t give you a good thrashing because I’m bigger or stronger than you! We were able to withstand your attack because we worked together.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Just like the sand and the little string thing…
Uther Menethil says: Precisely! Because if strength is what drives you, you will find much more of it with friends than you will by yourself!
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: So… so you sayin’ that if yous get all the small things together, it can be as strong as a big thing. So if you combined the small thing together with other big things, you can break even bigger hills? Because if you did that with the one trinket, what if you had another trinket? You could break two hills then! And if you did bigger and bigger groups… so if I put a trinket on my hammer, it makes a bigger hillbreakin’!
Uther Menethil says: This is where things become more complicated because that might kill you.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Oh. Because it would break the Hillbreaker and the hill… got it. I get it! You’re usin’ one of those metal-fours though! I heard of them! You are talking about one thing and meaning another thing! None of them know that, but I’ve heard of them!
Uther Menethil says: Then, I think Koroth, you should teach them what a metal-four is.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Yeah! And if you all are the string and Koroth is the club, then we can break the two hills! But it will be a metal-four! So I won’t get broken with the hill!
Uther Menethil says: And take a look at the boulder. Now it’s stones. What do small things do with stones?
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Make things! Like houses!
Uther Menethil says: Houses. Bridges. Castles.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: And more boulders to blow up!
Uther Menethil says: But if you’ve turned those stones into a castle, that castle is much stronger than a boulder!
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: True. You need a lot of trinkets for that. But you’re trying to say that if you become a bunch of trinkets by working with strings and people, then you can break the boulders and make them to build a big den, like your castles and stuff! And that den won’t get broken by other people’s trinkets who want to break your stuff! Metal-fours!
Uther Menethil says: And something that’s not even a metal-four… if we work together, Koroth, do you think that if you knew how, you could build a castle? You hurled that entire boulder! You and your crew could build a castle.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: They’re little bricks! What you think we can’t pick up a brick?
Uther Menethil says: I know you can. And I think if you know how to build it, you could build a castle.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Yeah!
Uther Menethil says: You know what’s really nice about castles? If you have a castle it’s much harder for people to take your banner, because you’ll have a castle.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: That’s true!
Uther Menethil says: Now here’s the part that’s going to sound strange.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Is that when we become trinkets?
Uther Menethil says: Well. No. But if you would like to learn how to build castles, you have to be nice to the humans.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Oh! I was using a metal-four! Becoming a trinket like getting us and the small folk together! We become the trinket!
Liiraluma says: She got it!
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: I told yous I know what a metal-four is!
Uther Menethil says: Then I think there’s much us small ones and large ones can accomplish.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Yeah! I can get a castle, everyone can! Mine will just be the biggest. Then I can teach yous how to break things with your hands, and you can learn how to make banners! Better than your banners! And… maybe we can break more hills together than we could with just me, because I only got two hands, so it makes sense! I’ll think about it! Once we smash the gits that broke my banner, we break their boulders and we can see what we can do with the stones after! To use the metal-four again!
Uther Menethil says: Exactly.
Ettin Warrior says: So where are the boulders?
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: The small folk are finding the boulders for us to smash!
Ettin Warrior says: Oh! That’s the gits that broke the banner!
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Get with it!
Gilnean Soldier says: On that note, his majesty has a request of you. We are gathering near the river, and we could use some big strong hands to get some things moved.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Why didn’t you say so!?
Before they all part ways, Koroth looks at Uther.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Yous the smart one, Mister Uther. Yous got a name that’s been given to ya?
Uther Menethil says: The one that carried my name before was called the Lightbringer.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Alright! That’s good! The boulder flashed, that’s light, that counts! We’re gonna call you Uther the Lightbringer from now on!
Uther Menethil says: That means more to me than I think you know, Koroth, thank you.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: It should! Not every git gets a good name, but you earned it! It’s a shame you’re so short. If you was bigger, I’d keep you around!
Liiraluma says: Sounds like she likes you, Uther.
Uther Menethil says: It does sound like that, doesn’t it?
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Yous too short though!
Liiraluma says: Denied.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: I’ll see you at the rock-breakin’ place, Uther the Lightbringer! We’ll break some rocks and it’ll be good for castles and stuff!
Uther Menethil says: I look forward to sharing the battlefield, Koroth Hillbreaker.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: You better come see my castle! It’ll be the best! My banner will hang up, and together it will be the best! Your mind will be like the boulder!
Uther Menethil says: I can’t wait.
Koroth the Hillbreaker says: Me too!
As they parted ways, Luma congratulated Uther, and Uther returned that their explosive was amazing and it was loud. They said he had said he wanted it flashy.
Vel had regrouped with Halford Ramsey to go and speak with Hiram Creed, and Vel had erected a [Telepathic Bond] between them as well as utilizing [Detect Magic] on their way into Creed’s camp, which was located on the outskirts of the pop-up town around Greymane Manor in order to save space. It was located near the graveyard, which Vel had priorly been aware of.
The first thing Vel noticed was that there was magic coming from every single member of the Blackhowl Company. Specifically, there was magic coming from the badges that each of them wore which indicated their affiliation with the Blackhowl company. They were made in the shape of a wolf’s head. She sensed divination and enchantment magic on all of them.
Vel relayed the observation to Ramsey via their telepathic link.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: We could certainly try to swipe one… though if we do they may discover its disappearance and start looking for it.
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: Something to keep an eye on in the event an opportunity arises.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: I could engender an opportunity if you would require.
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: I suppose we’ll see what Creed has to say first.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: Noted!
Ramsey adjusted his pince-nez and they made their way in. One of the Blackhowl lieutenants asked if he could help them with something, and Vel informed him that they wished to talk to Creed, as he had been looking into a matter on their behalf. The Blackhowl lieutenant grunted and led them to Creed’s tent, where they were welcomed inside to speak.
The inside of the tent was well-furnished with a cot, a desk, and a table with a map pushed across it. Creed turned on his chair at the desk as they entered and removed his reading glasses.
Hiram Creed says: Ah! Velameestra, and master Ramsey. It’s a pleasure to have you here. What brings you to my humble camp?
Velameestra Windrunner says: I wanted to follow up on the matter Uther asked you to look into. The matter of the scrying?
Hiram Creed says: Right. I looked into it a bit more and I’ve been unable to find evidence of active scrying from amongst them, but I have tapped into my resources and got a list of mages I believe would be capable of casting magic of that degree.
Velameestra Windrunner says: All of them in Godfrey’s camp as you thought?
Hiram Creed says: Godfrey and Perenolde, yes.
Creed shifted some papers around on his desk and handed a list of names over to her. There weren’t many on it.
Hiram Creed says: Former mages of the court or apprentices of likewise. At least one hedge-mage working with Perenolde as well.
Vel looked over the names, one of which was the one that belonged to the enchantress that had been working under Godfrey.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Hmph. More than I was expecting, given the mage scarcity I was informed of. Scrying isn’t simple magic.
Hiram Creed says: Aye. Even so, this number is even more depleted than the old numbers. The Kirin Tor and Gilneas used to have a relatively good relationship, thus the court mages had a sizable number back before the schism. But these are your most likely culprits. Might I ask, what do you think one of these folks might be scrying on your for?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Given we’re outsiders entering your stronghold, I imagine suspicions would be running wild.
Halford Ramsey says: We Gilneans are infamous for our suspicions of outsiders, as you well know. It’s hard enough to believe that we’re accepting the aid of outsiders. Especially, well, non-humans. No offense, Miss Windrunner.
Velameestra Windrunner says: None taken. Regardless. If someone has felt the need to spy on us, I would rather have a direct conversation about the matter.
Hiram Creed says: Of course.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Truthful, I was just hoping for a tip.
It was the first part of the key phrase that Wrathion had offered, and Creed’s eyes narrowed at her. He then glanced over to Ramsey.
Hiram Creed says: Well the only one of those I could give you is to beware the shadows in the sky.
Vel looked up from the list that Creed had given her.
Velameestra Windrunner says: That is a good tip, isn’t it? You’re well-connected, Master Creed.
Creed smiled.
Hiram Creed says: I pride myself on it.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I take it you’re looking into that particular matter at hand as well then?
Hiram Creed says: That would be correct. I take it you spoke to the boy then?
Vel tilted her head.
Velameestra Windrunner says: The boy?
Vel could almost see the thoughts that were going through Creed’s mind as she gave an answer that he was clearly not expecting.
Hiram Creed says: My apologies. There’s a ld looking into the same circumstances. I was simply wondering if you had made contact with him. But it seems I was mistaken. Nevertheless, I’m sure our mutual friend had plenty of reasons for entrusting you with such a delicate situation.
Velameestra Windrunner says: What have you been able to find thus far? No sense retreading the same ground.
Hiram Creed says: What do you know of the situation so far?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Not much. Truthfully it’s more of a surveillance matter.
Hiram Creed says: And your recent arrival. What news have you of the outside?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Primarily what we offered at the meeting.
Hiram Creed says: So you know about the Prestor situation then?
Velameestra Windrunner says: He is a threat to the Alliance.
Hiram Creed says: We’ve suspected as such for a while. That said, our quarry is smart, cunning. Where the chips fell all those years ago, it would only make sense to stack the deck so that he won no matter which way everything fell, yes?
Velameestra Windrunner says: You believe he planted someone here?
Hiram Creed says: More so than that. For a time, I believed it to be Godfrey, but with recent events… they seem to suggest he may not be the target we seek. But both Godfrey and the king supported none other than Isiden Perenolde. Were I Prestor, and I sought the throne, I would ensure that I would win no matter who the council chose.
Velameestra Windrunner says: He arranged Isiden to be a false opponent?
Hiram Creed says: Wouldn’t you?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Hmph. He was a child. But I suppose he’s not above that.
Hiram Creed says: No. Their ilk is not afraid to stoop to any level to accomplish their goals.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Seems you have a lot of experience with them.
Hiram Creed says: Yes. I’m certain you have no small amount of questions.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I may have a few.
Hiram Creed says: Then we can dispense with the double-talk. I presume you’ve informed the good detective of all this information?
Velameestra Windrunner says: He’s aware of it. After all, I understand he’s famous in these parts.
Hiram Creed says: Quite so.
Halford Ramsey says: I would be lying if I said you had not attracted a fair degree of suspicion from myself as well. I believe that perchance some truthfulness–frank and fair–may benefit all of us.
Hiram Creed says: Very well then. What do you want to know then, Miss Windrunner?
Velameestra Windrunner says: How you got that passcode is a good start.
Hiram Creed says: I learned it, same as you.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I thought we were dispensing with the double-talk, Master Creed. Who did you learn it from?
Hiram Creed says: From the self-same agent. The boy I spoke of before.
Velameestra Windrunner says: The boy here?
Hiram Creed says: If you wish, I can fetch him for you so that you can speak to him yourself. And your friend, Prince Menethil. From what I understand, paladins of his ilk are able to conjure magics that can ensure truthfulness. If it would make you feel better, I’d be happy to subject myself to such a spell.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Perhaps when Uther returns. He’s not here. But I appreciate your candor, on that front.
Creed smiled.
Hiram Creed says: Of course. Allies must be willing to meet on an even playing ground, even if they have only just met.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Given you’re aware what these individuals can do, I imagine you’ve been keeping an eye on the potential for infiltration? Shapeshifting, and the like. You haven’t noticed anything on that front, have you? Beyond the worgen, of course.
Hiram Creed says: Not yet. Unfortunately stealth isn’t my specialty. So I’ve been unable to search any of Isiden’s belongings. His domicile is often watched by the king’s men and breaking and entering would look ill on myself, you understand.
Vel chuffed.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Of course. I also understand you likely have people for that.
Hiram Creed says: Indeed. In fact there’s one in this room that I believe would be more adept at that than most.
Creed glanced over at Ramsey, who pushed up his glasses.
Halford Ramsey says: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Master Creed. I am an expert at catching those who do such reprehensible things. Not enacting them myself.
Hiram Creed says: Of course you are, Master Ramsey.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: You could always press about why he’s so interested.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I will ask, why are you so interested in these matters? After all, Gilneas pulled away from Alliance dealings a while ago.
Hiram Creed says: It did, yes, but even so I have my reasons. My reasons for seeking to thwart these dissidents before they cause real damage to my home, and those reasons go deeper than my loyalties to my nation. I am remiss to share them, for I know not how you’d react to the truth.
Velameestra Windrunner says: You may perhaps be surprised.
Hiram Creed says: Well… if it will help to allay your suspicions, then perhaps I can elucidate further.
Creed closed his eyes, and when he opened them again they were bright yellow and had a slit pupil. His body grew, and shifted, and scales appeared on his face. Within a moment, sitting in the chair before them where there once was a human, was a crimson-scaled drakonid.
Velameestra Windrunner says: …One of the red dragonflight.
Hiram Creed says: Indeed. Since you are so well-informed about the situation, I trust you understand why my kinsmen have concerns about the situation deep within territory that has been away from their sight for so long.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I can certainly understand that.
Ramsey’s eyes had widened in shock.
Halford Ramsey says: I see what you meant about containing one’s surprise.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Was there ever a human Hiram Creed, then?
Hiram Creed says: You’re looking at him. Judging from your expression, yours excluded–
He glanced at Ramsey.
Hiram Creed says: You’ve seen creatures such as myself before.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I have.
Hiram Creed says: Then perhaps you’d know that we were once human. I’m what’s called a dragonsworn–one who has sworn themselves to the charge of the flight, and voluntarily given their own life to the words and creed that the Titans once left for the dragons.
Velameestra Windrunner says: And the creed of the red flight?
Hiram Creed says: With your familiarity, I suspected that you knew.
Velameestra Windrunner says: We’re building trust here, Master Creed. Someone of your station should know it.
Hiram Creed says: They’re old words. One that resonate deep within my soul, Miss Windrunner. I am remiss to speak them. I hope you can understand.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Understood, Master Creed. I do appreciate your forwardness. And the resources you offered.
She held up the list he had given her. Creed nodded.
Hiram Creed says: Of course, Miss Windrunner. I would ask that you keep this only between those you believe would have an appropriate reaction. Feel free to tell your companions, of course, but it would not do to send the Gilneans into a panic.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Indeed. There’s enough of that, currently.
Creed transformed back into his human form.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I’ll look into these names and see if I can find anything.
Hiram Creed says: Let me know if you do.
Velameestra Windrunner says: You’ll be the first to know.
Hiram Creed says: Appreciate it. Take care, Miss Windrunner.
Velameestra Windrunner says: You as well.
Hiram Creed says: And you, Master Ramsey.
Halford Ramsey says: You as well!
The pair of them left the tent and started to make their way out of the Blackhowl campsite.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: So what do you think? Was that convincing enough? I don’t know much about this dragon business, but it seems these red ones are friends of yours, yes?
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: They are. And I know their oath. The fact that he wasn’t willing to say it is suspicious.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: You think he may still be disguising himself in some capacity?
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: The best deceptions are built on truth. He revealed he was a drakonid, but it’s entirely possible he changed the color of his scales. And he doesn’t know that we already know a black drakonid is what we’re looking for. At least I hope so.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: Well. We need to exercise extreme caution. Your cousin, the boy, I believe that your deception that you did not know him was convincing and his belief that you did not know him was genuine. I also believe that he wanted to reach him for a reason. If he is the same one that stole Koroth’s banner, he may want to retrieve him so that he could correct your cousin’s memory so that his story matched his own.
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: Yes. I was intending on ensuring that Galadin gets nowhere near him.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: Smart. The last thing that we would want is for him to be able to do that. He certainly seems suspicious, even if there is no evidence that can yet put him red-handed. But we may have an opportunity to remedy that.
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: Indeed.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: What do you need from me next, Velameestra? Do you believe acquiring one of those badges would be advantageous?
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: It would give us an indication of what we’re working with concerning his followers.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: If one disappears it may arouse suspicion, but being able to take a more extended look at it may be beneficial.
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: Truthfully, I just need to touch one.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: You just need an opportunity to make contact?
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: Exactly.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: Well creating such a distraction should be elementary, my dear Velameestra.
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: Then I’ll leave that to you.
The pair of them returned to the town around Greymane Manor and Ramsey looked around for a bit and managed to get a circumstance in place.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: Alright Velameestra. Here’s the deal. I’m going to give you an opportunity to grab hold of the badge. You will need to quickly do that magic discreetly, and after a minute, you’ll miraculously find the man’s badge and return it back to him. How does that sound?
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: Sounds like a plan.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: You’re not afraid to get your hands dirty, are you? Literally, in this case?
Velameestra Windrunner says [telepathic bond]: That’s what prestidigitation is for.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: Excellent! Follow my lead, and apologies in advance!
They continue to walk for a bit before Ramsey spotted a potential target.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: There’s one there.
Vel followed his glance, and sure enough, there was a Blackhowl mercenary walking down the side of the road.
Halford Ramsey says [telepathic bond]: Alright. Ready? Three. Two. One. Now.
Ramsey stuck his foot out in front of Vel’s and tripped her right as they were passing the mercenary. She fell completely into the Blackhowl mercenary and they both tumbled into the mud and manure in the street. His weapon went skidding across the road, his papers that he was carrying went flying, and Vel managed to grab onto his badge and yank it off as she tumbled to the ground and planted it in the mud beneath her hand.
Halford Ramsey says: Oh! I’m so terribly sorry, darling! Are you alright?! I’m so clumsy! I didn’t mean to– oh, you got it all over yourself, please, let me help!
Ramsey proceeded to make an entire scene as he focused on drawing the Blackhowl mercenary’s attention away from Vel as he tried to help him back up and to look for his belongings. In the meanwhile, Vel also made a show of looking through the mud, but in actuality she was casting [Identify] on the badge she had clenched in her hand. Ramsey’s talking was able to cover the sounds of her quietly chanting the verbal component of the spell, and she was able to successfully hide the somatic components from the mercenary.
Halford Ramsey says: I’m so sorry! I’m such a klutz, you must hate me! Please, let me buy you a drink-
Blackhowl Mercenary says: It’s fine! I can just get a drink from the wizard’s mansion or something.
The mercenary was clearly getting annoyed by the entire situation.
Blackhowl Mercenary says: Just help me find my badge! I need it! Gah!
Halford Ramsey says: I’m really so sorry. Did you know, this one time–
Ramsey continued to prattle on, and then Vel finished her spell.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Is this it?
She held up the badge from the mud, and the mercenary immediately rounded on her.
Blackhowl Mercenary says: Yes! It is.
The mercenary grabbed the badge from her and cradled it in his hands.
Blackhowl Mercenary says: Ugh. I’ll need to wash all this stuff off.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Oh. Allow me.
Vel snapped her fingers and used [Prestidigitation] and the mud and manure immediately fell from him and his belongings.
Blackhowl Mercenary says: Oh. Thanks. Be more careful!
He shot glances at Vel and Ramsey before he stormed off. Ramsey crept over to Vel and held his hands out to help her up and also get himself cleaned.
Halford Ramsey says: Did you get what you needed?
Vel nodded as she got to her feet and magicked the mud off of both of them.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I did. That was brilliant.
The badge had two things on it. The first thing was that it was a locator where one could always tell where it was in relation to another badge, and a one-way sending stone. This one was specifically a receiver. Vel recognized the second aspect. It was similar to the amulets they had found before with the gnolls in the Red Ridge Mountains. However, this magic was older, almost like a tuning knob, and was far quieter and subtle. They were also cursed. The badges offered a [Heroism] feature and their bearers could not be frightened. They also took what that person wanted to fight for the most–the thing that would give them the most courage to fight for–and began to erase anything else. Misgivings. Fear. Concern about the means justifying the ends. None of that starts to matter. The badges were an extremely dangerous weapon, especially if given to someone who was extremely patriotic about protecting their homeland.
They were all connected. The badge was simply a branch of a larger tree. Whoever controlled the trunk probably had a great deal of influence over the people wearing the badges. Effectively, the bearers would be charmed by that person, on top of other things.
Halford Ramsey says: So. What did you find? Anything valuable?
Velameestra Windrunner says: …This is bad.
Vel relayed what she had learned.
Velameestra Windrunner says: We’re going to need to approach this delicately, otherwise we might have a riot on our hands. What I can guarantee you, is that this is not something an agent of the red dragonflight would do. Not from what I’ve seen of them.
Halford Ramsey says: So you think we have our man then?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Either we have our man, or he is what he says he is and he has spat in the face of the oath he took. Regardless, he needs to be removed.
Halford Ramsey says: Well, all that remains now is to catch him red-handed.
Velameestra Windrunner says: We… could potentially take him up on the offer he made. He likely has the means to circumvent the zone of truth, or he’s confident he can adequately dodge what questions are asked, but that will at least let us set up the altercation. I’ll need to discuss it with Uther and the others.
Halford Ramsey says: Certainly. But time is of the essence. If we don’t take action soon, he may start taking actions of his own.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Fortunately Uther should be back before too long.
Halford Ramsey says: Alright. We’ll just need to keep an eye on it until then. These badges… you haven’t seen anyone wear them outside the Blackhowl, have you?
Velameestra Windrunner says: I don’t believe so.
Halford Ramsey says: Alright, well we’ll see what we can do.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Thank you for your help.
Halford Ramsey says: Of course! This has all been quite thrilling. I’m not used to having a sidekick.
Vel chuffed.
Halford Ramsey says: You would make quite the investigator, Velameestra! If you’re ever looking for a change in career, let me know.
Ramsey offered a cheeky smirk.
Velameestra Windrunner says: While tempting, unfortunately I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon.
Halford Ramsey says: Alas! The good ones always have ambitions of their own. But I can’t blame you.
On September the 17th, it hit Vel and Uther that, one year ago to the day, was when Silvermoon fell. For a brief moment, on that same day, Uther had died before Remnii resurrected him. Ultimately everything in their lives had changed in a significant way.
Vel, upon realizing the date, took a moment to absorb the realization, and then shuttered the feelings away in her mental vault so that she could start throwing as much as she could into working.
Uther’s old scars, in the damp weather, ached, and he recalled the vision he had experienced for the Ritual of Balance. He went about his morning, and for a brief moment, he sat with the reality that he wouldn’t change a thing, and if that situation showed up again… this time he would be able to save more people.
Overhead, there were dismal gray skies, but the sun poked through the clouds with narrow beams of light, which now meant something very different for those that looked at it.
Tol’vas regrouped with the other druids, night elf priests, Seria, and Elissa, and he plane shifted them to the Emerald Dream to entreat with the local denizens of the Dream. Elissa’s eyes were wide as she spun around the beautiful grove they appeared in.
Elissa Cross says: Wow… it’s amazing! I know you’ve shown it to me, but this is something else!
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Feels like seeing a forest for the first time each time.
Tol’vas recalled that there was previously a Keeper of the Grove in the area by the name of Ceredwyn. It was a long time ago, but he and the other druids suspected that he was still active in the area, and was still watching over the worgen situation.
The gloomy pall over the Blackwald had not reached through to the Dream. It was instead verdant, though it had its own slightly spooky, natural air about it.
Tol’vas knew they were approaching the domain of Ceredwyn when they reached the edge of the forest, and they smelled the unmistakable scent of freshly-cut grapes twinged with alcohol. They saw the large form of the keeper as they emerged into his grove, and he was kneeled on the ground sipping from a teacup. A series of grape vineyards were mixed into the forest, and various fey flit through them as they plucked grapes and dropped them into hollow stumps. Dryads were enjoying jumping between the hollowed stumps crushing grapes.
As Ceredwyn sensed their presence, he turned, and dropped his cup.The wine spilled on the ground, and flowers immediately bloomed where the liquid hit the soil.
Ceredwyn says: Tol’vas Moonshadow… after all these years, I should have guessed it would be you that would emerge from my forest… and you didn’t come alone, it seems.
Elissa waved. A few woodland creatures hopped over to her, including a raccoon who was white and green. A wolpertinger was conflicted between licking up the wine and going to investigate the new people.
Ceredwyn offered a sad, stern smile.
Ceredwyn says: Well… what are you all waiting for?
The keeper gestured with a hand and a series of flowers grew. A dryad peeled off a shell off an acorn and poured wine into each of the flower petal buds. The pollen of the flowers intermingled with the wine.
Ceredwyn says: Please, the season is far too ripe for you to enter my grove without you tasting my stock. I insist.
Elissa Cross says: Um. Excuse me, mister Keeper, I’ve never had alcohol before.
Ceredwyn says: Well. There’s few better places for you to have your first bud.
One of the dryads with a nest of grape leaves in her hair approached.
Dryad says: Don’t worry dear, you’ll find it quite delicious!
Everyone took the offered buds. It was delicious. It was sweet, and had a honeyed sensation, but as the warmth moved through them, they felt a weight on their hearts that the alcohol was dislodging. It became apparent that they couldn’t lie while under the effects of the drink.
Ceredwyn folded his legs beneath him.
Ceredwyn says: Alright. So. What… what has brought you to my grove after everything you’ve done?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I’ve come to pay my respects, and to ask for help.
Ceredwyn says: To ask for help… I presume that you mean…
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: The person calling himself Alpha Prime.
Ceredwyn says: Master Fangfire. There is a man who didn’t know how to appreciate a good drink.
Some of the nymphs were dryads, while others were eloniads. Some of them went back to their work, but others decided to sit around and watch as various animals congregate around them.
Ceredwyn says: I felt when the realm was first disturbed by their magics. The ones that reached into the Dream and plucked them away like… well.
He looked back at the vineyard.
Ceredwyn says: Like so many grapes. But the brew he is concocting is a vile one that will turn your stomach. Yet it’s one that you entertained, is it not?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: This isn’t what I wanted.
Ceredwyn says: What did you want?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I wanted to bring him back. And I couldn’t do that unless the fang stayed out of Malfurion’s reach.
Ceredwyn says: I can respect that. You know… when I was young. When the vines had only just begun to dance to my whims… I caught a wolf stalking beneath the rows. I asked what he wanted. He said that he was thirsty. But I smelled the taste of my crop on his breath already. Do you know what I did? Go on, guess.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: You chased him out.
Ceredwyn says: I did. I thought that a beast who sought to lie and steal deserved no sympathy from me. But… well. Why do you think I brew these drinks, Tol’vas?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: To destroy lies?
Ceredwyn chuffed.
Ceredwyn says: No. No. That is… just one beneficial effect. When one imbibes, they become their truest self. Sometimes that can be dark, sometimes that can be enlightening. But the real reason nature gives us this bounty is to share. To share these drinks. To share what our life’s calling is. I believe you. Because I know your heart speaks true. You… you wanted nothing more than your hope that you were right. That you could ensure he would never be forgotten. But your actions caused no small amount of danger. Even now, deep within these woods, your kin slumber for that same crime. Why should you not return to that penance?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I can’t fix anything in that penance. I can’t rebuild what was lost.
Ceredwyn says: So you wish to stop Fangfire and you want my help?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I do.
Ceredwyn says: Why did you seek my assistance? After all… my custody is here within the Dream. What occurs in your world cannot shape here. Not even Fangfire. So why should we march to your aid?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Fangfire is a threat. You don’t think he’ll come into the Dream to rope anyone else into his schemes?
Ceredwyn says: Perhaps he would. Perhaps he would even succeed. What do you have to offer that he does not?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I can’t say I have anything to offer that he couldn’t offer. I just wanted to bring things back into balance.
Ceredwyn laughed.
Ceredwyn says: Is that not something to offer? Tol’vas… balance is the most vital ingredient. Without it, a flavor turns sour, an evening is ruined. With him, many and more evenings will be spoiled.
The keeper smiled.
Ceredwyn says: I have a challenge for you, Tol’vas. These vineyards… they are not simple plants, as I’m sure you imagined. Your words ring with possibility. They ring with truth. But they also ring with uncertainty.
He gestured with his tree-like hand.
Ceredwyn says: Go into the fields. Make for me the finest drink that you can muster. Pour into your heart, your soul, and your every being. If balance is truly what runs through you, then I shall taste it. If I am satisfied, then you will have your aid. Do you accept this contest?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I accept your challenge. Any drink?
Ceredwyn says: Brew what comes to your soul, Tol’vas. You’ll find…
He slapped his stomach.
Ceredwyn says: I’m not a picky man, but I’m a discerning man.
Elissa raised her hand.
Ceredwyn says: Yes, child?
Elissa Cross says: Can I help?
Ceredwyn says: I would be remiss to rob you of such an opportunity. After all, sometimes achieving balance requires more than a single soul.
Ceredwyn gestured to the vineyard to indicate Tol’vas was free to start. Tol’vas opted to try and find some perfect grapes by talking to them. He asked which ones were the sweetest, and the grapes immediately broke out into an argument about who was the sweetest. He searched for the grapes that weren’t arguing. He found some that were seeking to stop the arguing, and he chose those ones.
Tol’vas put the grapes in a hollow tree and started the process of crushing them. Elissa had the time of her life with the experience. Qiana and Belysra also eagerly jumped into the experience, and Elissa talked her mother, Morra, into doing it as well. The other druids also enjoyed themselves to varying degrees, as Vassandra and the Swiftwinds offered their aid.
Tol’vas then started to strain the juice from the grapes, and he put all his focus into the act. It tasted right on the edge, just before it was too sweet, and the flavores were a tad too strong, but it was smooth and there was no residue to it.
Ceredywn took some of the juice and drank it.
Ceredwyn says: I can tell… that you put a great deal of attention and emotion into this drink. It seethes with your rage… and yet, it refreshes with your desire for change. Your truth is a pungent aroma… one that touches my soul, Tol’vas. We of the forest will aid you. Our brothers and sister will join you in the fight, and we will see to it that Fangfire’s bile is not given the chance to ferment any longer. But this… this drink teaches me one thing, Tol’vas, something of your soul. You have achieved a level of balance I had never thought possible for someone with a soul full of as much turmoil as your own. But balance is more than the sum of two conflicting things. Sweet and sour… happiness and sadness, rage and tranquility… balance is not these things in tandem, it is rather the marriage between them. The point at which tranquility becomes rage, or joy becomes sorrow. Remember that on your next glass, my old friend.
Tol’vas smiled.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I’ll make sure to.
Ceredwyn took the bulb of the flower and swirled it into a vessel that tied itself off into a potion. A faerie dragon brought it over to Tol’vas.
Ceredwyn says: Take it. You never know when you may need a pick-me-up. When the time comes, we shall answer.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Thank you, keeper.
Ceredwyn says: Don’t thank me yet. Once victory has been claimed, the first round shall be on you, my friend.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I look forward to drinking with you again.
Tol’vas and the others then set about trying to find old members of the circle that could be trusted. He searched the various worgen that still rested beneath the tree, and he had a flash of insight as he looked upon their faces. He realized Alpha Prime may have been further along than he thought.
Tol’vas looked over to Valorinn at his side, and connected the scythe to his own power. He could feel the Scythe of Elune tapping into the energy of the Dream. He took a deep breath, and severed the rite that kept all the remaining worgen asleep.
Eyes started to open, bathed in the moonlight of the Scythe of Elune.
Awakened Worgen Druid says: Tol’vas… where are we?
Second Awakened Worgen Druid says: Where’s everyone else? What’s going on?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: You’ve all been asleep. All of us were. The circle is split. Fangfire has taken control and he wants to spread our curse to everyone. I’ve helped you wake up and be you, and we can make it permanent. But… we need to stop Fangfire.
Third Awakened Worgen Druid says: What has he promised them? Why would he do that? All we wanted was to protect our people! What’s he trying to do?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: He wants to change everyone and then march on the Legion.
Fourth Awakened Worgen Druid says: That’s… madness… But Goldrinn’s rage… can we regain our own sense of self once again?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: We can. You just need to be willing to take those steps.
Belysra smiles.
Belysra Starbreeze says: It’s wonderful to see all of you again. Elune has blessed all of us with a chance to give you the tools that you need to become the people you remember you can be. We all made a lot of mistakes. Myself perhaps even more than everyone else here. As long as Tol’vas has the scythe, we can make this work. We can save our people, and everyone else on Azeroth from the mockery of your circle that Fangfire is trying to make.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Making a mockery of our circle, and turning against everything we fought for. This is more than trying to atone for what happened. It’s trying to make things better. Somehow. So, will you join me?
The worgen looked amongst themselves, and Valorinn stepped up next to Tol’vas. The worgen’s eyes go to him instinctively.
Awakened Worgen Druid says: Is that…?
Valorinn shook his head.
Valorinn says: No. I am not the same beast. Tol’vas has told me much about him in the last week. His sins, however, run within my own blood. I am bound to this curse as much as you are. So listen to his words, not mine, and know only that I will run at his side, and alongside any that will join him.
There was a moment of silence, and then the first worgen stepped forward.
Awakened Worgen Druid says: I am Adrin Nightcrest, and I too will run at your side.
Another stepped forward.
Awakened Worgen Druid says: I, Denelor Silentmane, will run as well!
One by one, all the circle members stepped forward in a chorus of support and unity. They barked their outrage at Fangfire, and they howled until there was a chorus of wolf cries throughout the grove.
On the edge of the grove, Ceredwyn looked up at the sound and sipped from his flower with a sagely nod.
Ceredwyn says: Well done, young wolf. Well done.
The distant howl almost echoed from the center of the Blackwald even on the material plane. Around Tal’doren, the forces that had started to muster stopped and looked at the tree. They also found themselves transforming into their worgen forms, and their howls also joined the chorus. Sazzmi made herself as small as she possibly could, but even she was awestruck by the scene.
Tobias Mistmantle says: What the devil was that?!
Tobias transformed back out of his worgen form, but suddenly the gate into the Dream opened, and Tol’vas stepped out, alongside everyone that went with him, and a pack of night elf druids in their wolven forms. They took their humanoid forms again as a pack.
For the first time in thousands of years, the Circle of the Pack returned to their home.
Far away in the city, surrounded by worgen, Alpha Prime stalked with the white form of Genn Greymane behind him. Alpha Prime’s ears pricked up, as do those of the worgen around him.
They started to growl and snarl. Genn stalked forward, rage evident, but Alpha Prime stopped him with a claw on his shoulder.
Alpha Prime says: So… he is back. After all this time.
Alpha Prime lifted a claw and a mote of energy reverberated through the area.
Alpha Prime says: And he brought my scythe with him… Perfect.
Seas of worgen churned through the streets, snarling and howling in defiance as Alpha Prime’s pack was stirred from the ripples of the energy that surged through Gilneas.
