Appearing Characters: Arthak Saurfang, Blaithe (Echo), Bru'kan, Dawn, Harlia, High Crawliac, Iskar, Lantresor, Lasan Skyhorn, Levia Blackflight, Mayla Highmountain, Nyxxa Murkthorn, Ohn'ahra, Rak'Symma, Rexxar, Sol'chi, Vaerux, Zar'Kaa
November 15th
As the battle continued, Nyxxa spun around and slashed into the High Crawliac. She managed to land a devastating blow, but the Crawliac resisted the worst of the effects with a sudden blast of adrenalin.
The High Crawliac’s massive talons swept down at Nyxxa and Rak’Symma, and she managed to grab both of them up in her claws. She dragged them both next to Levia and then she used [Mind Sear] as dark energy radiated around her. Levia used [Counterspell] and an arcane circle of fel energy appeared and absorbed and dispersed the roiling magic away.
Shredding cyclones ripped through the nest and buffeted against Arthak and Zar’Kaa, but they were able to stand their ground. At that moment, Lantresor raced into the combat to aid the group. Zar’Kaa uttered an incantation and rubbed his spear and axe together as a [Blur] effect washed over him. Zar’Kaa thrust his spear forward and drove it into the side of Loss’s neck. He then cleaved his axe into her and carved pieces of flesh from her contorted body.
Lantresor raced at the High Crawliac and leaped into the air. He slammed his blade into the High Crawliac, who wavered, but remained in the air as Lantresor landed on one of the cliff sides.
Levia used [Flash of Light] at a high tier, but the Crawliac was able to counter the heal with a powerful beat of her wings and an echoing screech. Levia screamed back at her with rage and hatred as she used Path to the Grave.
Levia Blackflight shouts: FUCK YOU!
Arthak whistled and raised his hand. Lasan swept down on Aviash and grabbed Arthak’s hand, lifting him up toward the High Crawliac. Arthak grew in size as he fell toward the large harpy and tried to cleave into her. The High Crawliac glanced his blow aside, but in the process, he was given an opening to carve down the High Crawliac’s side.
Arthak Saurfang says: A pawn who thinks she’s a queen.
The Crawliac was critically wounded, but she was still flying. He then reached out and grabbed onto one of the Crawliac’s legs. The High Crawliac attempted to spin around, but Arthak spoke up.
Arthak Saurfang says: Does it strike you as comedic or tragic that even in death you are trying to be Proxcera?
The High Crawliac screeched and focused on Arthak as she tried to wrench him off, but she was unsuccessful.
Rak’Symma looked at the High Crawliac with a hollow, vacant expression of pity, and she almost looks heartbroken as dark, swirling clouds build and blot out the sky.
Rak'Symma says: For one who has fallen so far from the sky… perhaps it is all that cleanse you.
An arcing bolt of light slammed straight into the High Crawliac, and the harpy’s claws opened as the lightning electrocuted her. Her feathers were smoking as she plummeted to the ground, her bones and feathers breaking. She was barely able to claw forward.
Meanwhile, Sol looked over at Loss, the entity that had taken his mother’s faces.
Sol'chi says: Mother didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve a copy like you. FIRE!
A barrage of cannon shots blasted into Loss, and the flesh-warped creature was obliterated by the arcane blasts.
There was a moment of calm as the High Crawliac’s death screech echoed through the skies. All above the group, there was almost a collective gasp across the harpies that still flocked in the sky. All of them froze.
Rak’Symma took a deep breath and released a screech of her own in a cry of dominion. Levia used a [Lesser Restoration] on Rak’Symma to get rid of the fleshrender rot.
Levia Blackflight says: Are you alright?
Rak’Symma nodded, panting.
The High Crawliac was still trying to claw towards the unmoving body of Ohn’ahra, but Rak’Symma landed and locked her claws on the back of the High Crawliac’s neck.
High Crawliac says: Why!? It doesn’t make any sense… It’s not fair! I did everything right! I was stronger than her!
Rak'Symma says: There was nothing right about the pain and suffering that you caused.
High Crawliac says: What!? Why did she choose you!? Why did she choose *you*!?
Rak'Symma says: You did everything wrong. You can’t rule a people with fear, and disease, and plague. That rot you favor will only spread, just as it did through you.
The High Crawliac half-turned her head to look at Rak’Symma, and she offered a broken, bloody grin.
High Crawliac says: They will never follow you. You’re too weak. You’ll NEVER be HER! You’ll die! Just like Proxcera!
Rak'Symma says: Not today. Unlike you.
Rak’Symma dug her talons in, and the High Crawliac released a final, pitiful squeal in her last breath.
Arthak Saurfang says: Congratulations.
The magic that had been coursing through the High Crawliac was peeled away, revealing her true form again instead of the mockery she was trying to accomplish. Rak’Symma’s eyes go to the body of Ohn’ahra. There was the barest hint of motion in the great eagle’s wing.
Rak’Symma walked over to the great eagle and collapsed onto her knees. She made a small warbling noised and gently brushed some of her feathers.
Rak'Symma says: Skymother.
Ohn'ahra says: Is that thee? Dearest sister? It hath been so long…
The magic that was torn from her wasn’t returning. The strength of her wings was fading.
Ohn'ahra says: Oh dearest sister… I am… it has been so long… I am so… so sorry for failing thee. I have not your strength. And I failed to protect him. Please… I hope you can forgive me.
Her clouded eyes looked at her closer, and the skull on Rak’Symma’s head.
Ohn'ahra says: Dear clutch brother… thou are here as well…
Rak’Symma used her mimicry ability to start to talk like Blaithe, but then Rak’Symma heard the voice in her mind.
Familiar Voice says: It’s not too late… we can save her… you can save her…
Rak'Symma says: How?
Familiar Voice says: The power is within you. All around you. Take what was taken, and return it to where it belongs.
Rak’Symma looked around and started to beg the powers to return. She also spoke in Blaithe’s voice.
Mayla arrived on the scene and cried out, asking if Ohn’ahra was okay. Rak’Symma did not answer, focusing on what she was trying to accomplish, which gave Mayla all the context Mayla needed.
Mayla Highmountain says: Skymother! In ancient times, you blessed my people with a fragment of your power. In this spear. Please take it back! If it can save you, take it back!
Rak’Symma had started to sing in Blaithe’s voice, and Sol used his bardic resonance to strengthen the song as Rak’Symma formed a magical connection with Talonclaw, entering its power into the ritual. Weakly, Ohn’ahra tried to croon along, but Rak’Symma was unsure if it was going to work. However, the power from Talonclaw bolstered the magic as the essence around them was drawn to Rak’Symma and Ohn’ahra. Rak’Symma’s wings glowed with otherworldly, radiant power, which flowed through her like a channel and sank through the feathers of the Skymother.
The parts of Ohn’ahra’s body that had started to fade glowed, and magic returned to her eyes as her breaths strengthened. She seemed weak still, but she was no longer fading, and the massive eagle turned her head toward Rak’Symma.
Ohn'ahra says: You… thou hast saved me… thou hast brought me back…
Ohn’ahra narrowed her eyes.
Ohn'ahra says: You… thou art… thou art Rak’Symma. Skyfriend of the Skyhorn, and the most cherished treasure of my dearest brother.
Rak’Symma nodded, tears streaming down her face.
Ohn'ahra says: The winds hath whispered thy name to me, child, but I see now that you are the wind itself… thou hast my eternal gratitude…
Ohn’ahra leaned toward Rak’Symma and nuzzled her beak against her and the beak of the mask.
Ohn'ahra says: His visage guides you even now. His strength clear in thine eyes.
Rak’Symma nodded again.
Rak'Symma says: He always spoke well of you… I’m sorry we had to meet like this.
Ohn'ahra says: Yet, because of your strength, we hath this opportunity nonetheless.
The great eagle got to her talons and stretched her wings to remove the snow from her feathers. She released a keening cry of victory that all the eagles imitated. Lasan cheered and threw his arm around Arthak as he blew into a large horn that made a sound similar to the eagles’ calls. Some of the harpies scattered while others settled to watch what was happening.
Ohn’ahra took a few test beats of her wings and then lifted into the air.
Ohn'ahra says: Children of the skies, the day is won! The tyranny of the witch queen shall darken the skies of Highmountain no longer! These mountains shall know aught but peace, and any that shall break it will suffer my wrath! Children of Skyhorn, children of Aviana, and children from distant shores and stars, let no more blood be shed this day. Lay down your weapons and your talons, and let us bring an end to this tragedy. And to thee…
She looked at the warband.
Ohn'ahra says: Thou hast my gratitude for standing with she who is beloved by the sky, and for aiding mine own beloved children. And for punishing she that tried to bend the mistress of the mother tree’s beautiful legacy to darkness.
Zar'Kaa says: It was no trouble. It needed to be done.
Nyxxa was stunned into silence along with many of the tauren and night elves that were present. Many tauren were showing great deference to the Wild God. Ohn’ahra landed again and looked at Rak’Symma.
Ohn'ahra says: Thou aren’t like the others. Thou art different, and yet still I find myself able to trace their legacy within you.
Rak'Symma says: Perhaps it was because I was raised different.
Ohn'ahra says: Perhaps. Though there is a light around you… within you… that is familiar in a way that I find myself unable to put into words. It is a joy to have met you.
Rak'Symma says: Perhaps our paths will cross again.
Ohn’ahra bobbed her head.
Ohn'ahra says: I shall endeavor they shall, lest my brother grow cross with me for allowing further time to pass without being in thine life. Thou art beloved of the wind, and as mother of the wind, ‘tis only right you are beloved by me as well. Child of the Sky, what shall we do now?
Her gaze shifted over to the other harpies that had remained. Their expressions had clear shock and fear, and Rak’Symma glanced at Arthak, who had been boring his gaze into her.
Rak'Symma says: There is much work that needs to be done… that I hope will set the future of Highmountain on a better path.
Ohn’ahra’s beak opened in a small grin.
Ohn'ahra says: Only Highmountain? Thy wings are strong. Thy voice loud. Thy will indomitable. These are but the first skies whose storms thou shall calm, and you shall not do it alone. This I swear. But… the dancing leaf must be carried by a single breeze, and that breeze must begin somewhere. You art so much more than a breeze.
Rak’Symma blushed and Ohn’ahra put a wing gently behind her and pushed her toward the harpies.
Rak’Symma raised her wings in a neutral stance.
Rak'Symma says: There will be no more rot outside the natural progression of life. There will be no more decay other than what time demands. The dark influence of the Crawliac, and the evils she wrought, are over, and I will make sure they stay that way. This mountain, this peak, is our home, and I will do everything that I can for you to prosper here, instead of wither.
A few of the harpies pressed forward, and one stepped ahead of them. She had beautiful red feathers and was adorned with many trinkets.
Red-Feathered Harpy says: Then… you… you will not… you will not chase us from these lands? You will not kill us for opposing you?
Rak'Symma says: So long as your actions do not bring undue pain and suffering, I have no right to oppose you. But if you terrorize and bring fear and hate and pain, then I will end you more swiftly than I did she.
Another harpy stepped forward and scratched her head.
Confused Harpy says: What do you mean?
Rak’Symma looked around.
Rak'Symma says: This peak has always been our home. It is your right, and mine, to stay here. But if you act unjustly or violently for no cause… if you spread hate and rot and ruin, then I cannot allow you to stay.
Another harpy piped up.
Confused Harpy says: But we need! We need food and shelter! How are we supposed to survive if we don’t take what we need!
A few of the other harpies squawk in agreement.
Rak'Symma says: You hunt. You gather. You forage. The mountain peaks are vast.
Arthak Saurfang says: I might also have a suggestion.
Rak'Symma says: I don’t know that they’re ready for that yet.
Red-Feathered Harpy says: Hunting, yes, but what about things we want?
She played with the chains her body was adorned with. This was likely Harlia the Bejeweled, the one known for stealing things from sky graves, and the other was likely Dawn, another subordinate
Rak'Symma says: There is such a thing as asking nicely for things.
The harpies looked at each other, confused.
Rak'Symma says: I know I have been away, but I have plans to speak with the shuhalo. If they are willing, we may be able to set up some sort of trade. There are valuable things here in the mountains they cannot attain, things we fail to see the value in. And they may give us things that you desire without you having to steal them. Which also needs to stop.
The harpies considered such a concept and looked around at the body of the High Crawliac. They didn’t know what “trade” was.
Harlia the Bejeweled says: How will we know what to give people? What is trade?
Lasan Skyhorn says: Maybe I can help out.
Lasan crossed his arms and Harlia winced as he looked at her.
Lasan Skyhorn says: That drinking horn on your hip.
Harlia held the horn closer.
Lasan Skyhorn says: I would like that.
Harlia the Bejeweled says: No!
Lasan Skyhorn says: Hold on. I can give you something. If I give that to you, will you give me that?
Harlia the Bejeweled says: …Hmm…
Lasan reached into his pack and pulled out a beautiful charm with feathers that was carved of wood.
Lasan Skyhorn says: How about this? I made it myself.
Harlia’s eyes sparkle.
Harlia the Bejeweled says: But… I don’t want to get rid of drinking horn.
Lasan Skyhorn says: Do you prefer the drinking horn or this?
Harlia’s eyes flicked between the horn and the trinket, and she pointed at the trinket.
Lasan Skyhorn says: Do we have a deal?
Harlia hesitantly held out the horn, and Lasan gave her the trinket in exchange. Harlia held the trinket close, and then grinned and showed it to the harpies.
Confused Harpy says: So if we take these things, we can trade them for other things!
Lasan Skyhorn says: No no, that’s not what we’re getting at.
Rak'Symma says: That treasure pit you found are like your effigies. You don’t like when people ruin them, right?
The harpies shook their heads.
Rak'Symma says: Same thing. The shu'halo get mad when you disturb the graves.
The harpies didn’t seem to know what to do, but then Dawn spoke up.
Dawn the Hag says: Do we… we should… fix them, then?
Rak'Symma says: They would appreciate that greatly. That’s a wonderful idea.
Dawn nodded and waddled up to Lasan. She reached down and took a series of finger bones and shu'halo horns from her neck and offered it to Lasan.
Dawn the Hag says: I broke your things. Here.
She then looked at Harlia.
Dawn the Hag says: Now you!
Harlia looked at her adornments.
Harlia the Bejeweled says: But I found these!
Dawn hissed at her, and Harlia hissed back, but then looked at her adornments again.
Harlia the Bejeweled says: I will give them back. But you have to trade something back!
Dawn slapped her.
Dawn the Hag says: No! Trade only for things we didn’t take!
Harlia the Bejeweled says: But I didn’t know it was taking!
Dawn the Hag says: That still counts!
The two bicker back and forth.
Lasan Skyhorn says: Ladies, ladies.
The harpies pouted.
Rak'Symma says: Perhaps it can be a slow retribution.
Lasan Skyhorn says: That’s for the best.
Harlia the Bejeweled says: Really!?
Lasan Skyhorn says: Really. And if you do this and help rebuild the damage, maybe we can give you some new trinkets, and anything else you want, specially made for you. That’s how trading works.
The harpies’ eyes light up and they start to eagerly try to trade by handing their things to the shu'halo. There was more bickering amongst the harpies, and Dawn tried to soothe things, but Harlia did take off half her jewelry and set it in Lasan’s hands.
Harlia the Bejeweled says: I want things made for me.
Lasan smiled and looked at Rak’Symma with a look of befuddlement and surprise.
Lasan Skyhorn says: I think we can make that happen. This is going to be a slow process.
Rak'Symma says: Everything needs to start somewhere.
Ohn’ahra croons.
Ohn'ahra says: And so she begins to shepherd her flock.
The large eagle’s feathers ruffled with pride and exhaustion.
Lasan Skyhorn says: I believe this calls for a celebration! Why don’t all you come to join us? We’ll have it outside Skyhorn, but maybe this can be the start of something good. The other tribes will have their own journeys, but the best way we can make friends is with a healthy amount of drinking. Besides, enough lives have been lost. We’ll drink in their memories.
Dawn the Hag says: I can bring–
Rak'Symma says: Do not bring the soup.
Harlia the Bejeweled says: What do we need to trade you for the feast?
Lasan Skyhorn says: Nothing. This one is on us.
Arthak Saurfang says: It’s called a gift.
Harlia the Bejeweled says: A gift?
Rak'Symma says: A gesture of good will. The same we call in each other’s territories.
Lasan Skyhorn says: In a way, you returning this jewelry to me could be considered a gift.
Another harpy claimed they wanted to gift and presented another tauren with a rock.
Arthak Saurfang says: Might the kobolds be invited as well?
Lasan Skyhorn says: I don’t see why not. They are denizens of this mountain, and we’ve had good relations with other tribes of kobolds in the past. Why not the Skywhiskers next?
The summoned berserkers cheered as it was translated that there was going to be drinking. Lasan looked at Ohn’ahra.
Lasan Skyhorn says: Skymother, you would be more than welcome.
Ohn'ahra says: I believe I require respite and recovery. But perhaps… perhaps I will fly by to enjoy your revelry, so that thy laughter and cheers might ease me to restful slumber. But before I depart…
Her eyes shifted to Mayla and she reached a talon forward and touched it to Talonclaw. The hundred names on the spear glowed.
Ohn'ahra says: You returned my blessing in my time of need, now I shall do the same. You have my gratitude, child of Highmountain. The winds shall always be at your back… though I believe that may be more literal than not. My dear Rak’Symma, if you ever need me, you need only seek me in the endless emerald skies, and I shall be there. Call upon me, and I shall take wing as swiftly as I can.
The great eagle nuzzled into Rak’Symma’s head and folded her wings around them.
Ohn'ahra says: Please, I would love to reminisce about my dearest kin, and tell you the stories of when we soared as a child. And we can speak of other things, of the Mistress and the Mother Tree and much else.
Rak'Symma says: I would like that. Thank you.
Ohn'ahra says: I will rest well. And our paths shall cross again, here in the waking world, and where we may soar the emerald skies in peace and freedom.
They heard an unfamiliar clicking sound, as if it was a chuff or a laugh. It echoed from everywhere at once.
Unfamiliar Voice says: Well… this was enlightening. I appreciate the educational experience from watching this… particular ordeal transpire.
There was more clicking. Ohn’ahra’s head snapped around.
Ohn'ahra says: ‘Tis thee! Thou who taught the Crawliac of the twisted incantations that ensorcelled me! And brought the contraption that bound me!
Unfamiliar Voice says: Right in one.
They looked about, and they saw a figure next to the body of the High Crawliac. He was tall and lanky, with a regal, avian appearance. His wings were a deep violet that faded into black, the very tips glowing with fel energy. His eyes were bright red and filled with intellect, and he had talon-like claws curled before him. Arthak had seen him before. It was Shadow-Lord Iskar, a member of the Shadow Council, and a traitor of the arakkoa people that sided with Gul’dan in exchange for fel and flight. Nyxxa could tell the man was an illusion.
Arthak Saurfang says: Shadow-Lord. We never had the opportunity to speak before. A pleasure.
Shadow-Lord Iskar says: Much to my regret, master Saurfang. What title are you going by? Warchief? Herald of the Blood Mist? Or do you prefer Blackhand?
He laughed again.
Arthak Saurfang says: I am flexible in matter of title.
Shadow-Lord Iskar says: I wish I could stay and chat, but I am not here to speak with you today.
His beak turned toward Rak’Symma, and Ohn'ahra stepped forward defensively.
Shadow-Lord Iskar says: Not talking to you either, my dearest Ohn'ahra.
Ohn'ahra swiped at him, and her talons went right through his body. The arakkoa stepped through the great eagle to approach Rak'Symma.
Shadow-Lord Iskar says: The witch-queen proved to be an interesting student. Indeed, gifted as she was, it was entertaining to see how she adapted my own techniques. But dear Arthak was correct. She was simply a pawn playing at queen. You. You have already made it to the other side of the board, haven’t you? Metaphors aside, I am Shadow-Lord Iskar. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I was indeed responsible for teaching the Crawliac the rituals, and outfitted her with the devices you all shattered. Well done, by the way, though they will be frustrating to replace. I mean to extend you an offer, dearest Rak’Symma. The witch-queen was unsatisfying, but if you ever wish to unlock the true potential of your own gifts… well, I’d be more than happy to oblige. I don’t expect you to take it, but I will eagerly watch your ascension. It will only be up to you to determine how long that lasts. After all, my people did say… an old tale that they used to tell in adherence to Rukhmar… your wings can only fly so close to the sun before they burn away. But I have overstayed my welcome! You have a feast to get to, and I’m a busy man.
Arthak Saurfang says: Shadow-Lord, if you would mind, give my regards to the elder.
The arakkoa smirked.
Shadow-Lord Iskar says: I’d be most happy to. Is there a particular message you would have me pass along?
Arthak Saurfang says: Tell him thank you for his lessons, and that I miss our conversations.
Iskar croaked in laughter again.
Shadow-Lord Iskar says: I simply cannot wait to see his face. Do take care.
Arthak Saurfang says: I try to. Thank you.
The arakkoa folded his talons together.
Shadow-Lord Iskar says: Farewell, one and all. May the Black Sun never burn you.
The illusion faded away, and Ohn’ahra’s feather’s ruffled.
Ohn'ahra says: Mark not the words of that deceiver, Rak’Symma. He seeks only to get in your mind after seeing his scheme hath been unraveled.
Rak'Symma says: What… is he?
Arthak Saurfang says: An arakkoa. They are from our world.
Zar'Kaa says: But not of the Horde?
Arthak Saurfang says: Some. In his case, yes. One of the peoples that mine waged war against were the arakkoa. The Shattered Hand waged a successful campaign against their nation. The Shadow-Lord was among those that sided with us. They were a magically sophisticated people, but the Shattered Hand’s ingenuity and their internal divergence led to their downfall. That being said, the Shadow-Lord is…
Zar'Kaa says: Out for himself?
Arthak Saurfang says: No. He is a very present and active part of the Shadow Council. One of the elder’s inner circle.
Zar'Kaa says [telepathic bond]: We may want to continue this where there may not be prying eyes. I’ll explain later.
Arthak gave a nod.
Sol'chi says [telepathic bond]: I can help guarantee that.
Zar'Kaa says [telepathic bond]: Appreciated. Somewhere not out in the open.
Arthak looked over at Rak’Symma.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well. It appears your war was part of our war, as feared.
Other tauren groups worked to secure the area, but Lasan approached the group. Levia’s disguise had dropped during the fight, and Nyxxa assured her that she had tried to hide it. However, Lasan approached at that moment.
Lasan Skyhorn says: Just a moment. I could have sworn I saw something strange. I thought it was just a trick of the light, but my other braves said they noticed something strange as well. Now, I’m not an ungrateful person. You and your friends helped to save our people, and you put an end to a tyrant that had our mountain in a chokehold for generations. But I just… I wanted to come to you, and give you the chance to tell me anything that I would want to know.
Mayla was actively walking towards the group.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I think there are things we should speak on.
Lasan Skyhorn says: I promise I’m on your side.
Mayla Highmountain says: It is a complicated situation, Lasan, but I would ask you let us explain it once we get back to Skyhorn. I can assure you that myself and everyone else are aware of the situation. It may raise some questions, but it will answer others.
Lasan Skyhorn says: Is that a command, High Chieftain?
Mayla Highmountain says: If it has to be, yes.
Lasan smiled.
Lasan Skyhorn says: Well it doesn’t have to be. I trust you. And even if I don’t understand what’s going on, it’s pretty obvious that you all mean nothing but good. If Mayla trusts you, I’ll hear you out. Like a said, there’s no better way to get over problems than a good stiff drink.
Levia Blackflight says: That I can certainly get behind.
Lasan Skyhorn says: Alright. I’ll save you a gallon.
Levia exhaled as Lasan left.
Mayla Highmountain says: That went well. He’ll be fine.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: It wasn’t him I was worried about, but thank you, Mayla.
Mayla Highmountain says: Of course. It’s the least I can do. We will address the other chieftains when necessary. Torok will be the most difficult to convince, but he will see to reason. Especially once I conquer the trial he has manifested.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Gods willing, it will only come up after we’ve proven our intentions to him.
Mayla Highmountain says: That is the hope. It is easier to ask for forgiveness rather than permission, a maxim I believe all peoples can appreciate.
Levia Blackflight says: I don’t even ask for forgiveness most of the time, so.
Mayla chuckled.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Our help was useful here.
Mayla Highmountain says: More than useful.
Nyxxa exhaled the breath she had been holding and put a hand on Levia’s shoulder.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Thank you out there.
Levia waved her hand.
Levia Blackflight says: It’s nothing. I got your back, and you obviously have mine.
Nyxxa gave her a smooch on the forehead and Levia grabbed her and they wrestled for a moment.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I would like to leave this place… but we should talk to the others about the discussions we need to have.
As the Skyhorn forces swept across the Haglands, the majority of the fleshrender eagles were put down, though it was possible some may have escaped. Likewise, the witches that perpetuated the curse were either dead or had fled the scene after the High Crawliac’s demise. The Crawliac flight had effectively been dismantled. Rak’Symma used [Forbiddence] to help protect the mountain as well.
The warband itself returned to Skyhorn so they could talk. Those that had been affected by the deathsong seemed to be awakening and recovering. The age curse was removed on Zar’Kaa as well.
Zar’Kaa gathered up the party to speak, as well as Levia, Lantresor, and Rexxar, but he explicitly ensured Zekhan wasn’t present. They ensured the place was secure.
Zar'Kaa says: Alright. I have something to tell you all. And please just let me finish before you respond, I guess. Some of you may have seen, or may not have seen, what I did during the battle. In the battle against Agara. On the eve of the battle at Thunder Totem, while I was asleep, I was visited in my dreams by Gul’dan. I almost thought I was hallucinating or having some nightmare, but I was lucid, and I’ve seen the dream spell before, so… it was him. He said he had been watching me. Said he wanted to show me more. To give me more. And he said I couldn’t trust any of you or the Horde. I didn’t know how to handle it when it first happened. I was…
Zar’Kaa clutched his spear.
Zar'Kaa says: I was afraid. I was afraid of what you’d all say, I was afraid of the fallout. And then I thought about it for a few days, and I started to think. If he’s interested in me and willing to put any of his trust in him, then maybe there was a way we could use this to our advantage and I could glean some information from him that could help us. Somehow we could spin this. And so I met with him again, and to help gain his trust, I…
Zar’Kaa closed his eyes.
Zar'Kaa says: I agreed to let him start teaching me. So that’s how I could cast that magic. That’s why I have some small degree of the fel at my disposal. It may sound selfish. I guess a part of it is. But I didn’t ask for this, and when it happened, as weird as it sounds, was looking out for our best interest.
Levia audibly chuffed.
Zar'Kaa says: But anyway. That’s what I got to say. So. You want to let me have it? You want to call me an asshole? You want to tell me you hate me or I should be dead, now’s the time. Bring it on.
Arthak Saurfang says: Presumptuous.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: First. Could you clarify what you meant by our best interests?
Zar’Kaa’s brow furrowed.
Zar'Kaa says: By… ours I mean the Horde and the Darkspear. All of us that are working together.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: How were you looking to help us?
Zar'Kaa says: Like I said, if I could learn something that could give us an advantage, it was worth a try.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Okay. My second question. Why did you follow up with him before asking us? If this was to help us collectively?
Zar'Kaa says: I guess it’s because if I asked you beforehand, I assumed you all would have told me not to.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I see. So, this is something you wanted to do to help us, ultimately.
Zar'Kaa says: Yeah.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Now I… I am going to say something, and I would ask you let me finish. Much as we did.
Zar’Kaa nodded.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Zar’Kaa, I need to know where your line is. The moment we met you, you told us Bakaz was unforgivable and deserved to die for what he did. Yet on the same day you seemed to harbor no ill will to Hooktusk who has done much of the same of what he did. By your own words that day, I deserve to die, and I have been trying to gently inform you of that since the day we met. You said Velameestra was unforgivable for infiltrating your village under falsehoods when they have suffered under undead. But you have helped us do the same as demons against Night elves and shu'halo, who have suffered much the same against our kind. And there has been contempt for the things we have done, yet you would take power from Gul’dan? Even under false pretenses? Why? Where is the line? Because we have done the same. I did something for Vaerux to aid us, and hell, everything Arthak has done. But there is something to be said about… this is a dangerous thing, and it’s something that shadows would be used and he will use this against you. This may work, but you will be changed from it. So we need to make damned sure you are ready. And as such, before I can feel comfortable with aiding you at all, there are things we need to talk about. Am I clear?
Zar’Kaa nodded.
Zar'Kaa says: if you’re worried that I’ve betrayed any of you or spilled intel, I haven’t.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: You’ve gone behind our back. That’s something we need to discuss. I understand the fear, and it’s not something I fault you for. But… you told me about mastering the storm, yes?
Zar’Kaa nodded.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: What I’m asking you is to master your shadow too. Because we’re all hypocrites. We’ve also dabbled in something except for maybe those that just got here. I would not see you become a monster because you felt it would aid us. That would just lead you to resent us, especially as it seems we are the ones that pushed you. That’s how the fel works. It alters your mind and your perception. I’ve seen it time and time again, and you have certain traits that make things dangerous unless you confront them first. So first, I would bring this to the rest of the room. I don’t want to speak for all of us.
Rak’Symma was just listening intently.
Sol'chi says: You can’t underestimate Gul’dan’s capacity to turn things to his will. He’s been able to help the Legion twist the entire Horde for a long time. I do wish you would have come to us in the beginning, but I hope we can move forward together. But I’m unsure… what information you get from him wouldn’t be tainted with this in mind. He could lay information that just helps him in your hands to hand us. Despite me throwing him in the mansion as a fool, he’s not one, I just like to pretend he is.
Lantresor says: The elder’s words are as honey. With them he transformed the disparate Horde into what he desired it to be. They were helpless hornets dancing to his tune. His words speak to what you want to hear. With them, he turned my entire clan into beings that forsook what they once were. They offer up their very souls for power. Their honor for steel and fire. And they did so willingly and without question. Tread carefully, or you will do the same.
Levia’s teeth were grinding, and she was trying very hard not to say something.
Rexxar says: He is the worst of our kind.
Zar’Kaa gestured at Levia.
Zar'Kaa says: I would ask you don’t hold back, if you got something to say.
Levia looked at Nyxxa and Nyxxa took a deep breath.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Why is that something you want to know, Zar’Kaa? What good will it do expressing it here in this moment? This is a moment for vulnerability and honesty, and while Levia has every right to be angry at you, what good would it do for her to go off on you? Are you looking to feel like shit?
Zar'Kaa says: As you said, I’m attempting to invite vulnerability and honesty. I can’t make anyone say anything. It might surprise you, but I actually do care what you all think, okay? Fuck.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I know you do. That was never in question. That has never been in question.
Levia Blackflight says: Look. If you really want me to speak my mind, I will.
Zar'Kaa says: Yeah, if you’re willing to share.
Levia Blackflight says: I’m the last person that’s going to call you out for fel magic. I’m a fucking warlock. I’ve used it since before any of this. Fuck I’m partially responsible for helping the people that called the Horde to begin with. But come on, man. Lets not pretend this was just about you wanting to help everyone. You did this because you wanted the power. You did this because you fell for his words. I did the same damned thing with someone else. People like him have a way to say things. You liked what he was selling, so you thought you’d take a sample. Whatever magic was way over what you could have done. That wasn’t something you could just do, right? I’m assuming you can’t do it again?
Zar'Kaa says: As far as I know.
Levia Blackflight says: Yeah, and that’s how people like him get you. They give you an offer, and by the time you have second thoughts, you don’t. Now I don’t give a shit. I use it. Nyxxa’s uses. Fuck, Sol was born in the Twisting Nether. But don’t lie and pretend this was all about what could help us. Sure, maybe that was a part, but you’re just justifying it. Own up to it. That’s all I have to say.
Levia crossed her arms.
Zar'Kaa says: Want to deliver the killing blow, Arthak?
Levia rolled her eyes.
Arthak Saurfang says: Presumptuous, still. Where’s your crew, captain? Why aren’t any of them here?
Zar'Kaa says: Why do you think?
Arthak Saurfang says: I’d like you to say it, in case I’m wrong. As you said, I don’t know you. Enlighten me.
Zar'Kaa says: Most of them know less about the fel than I do. I wanted to understand this power before I just start displaying it. I don’t want them to fear me.
Arthak Saurfang says: So you want to understand it before they know you’re using it?
Zar'Kaa says: Is that so hard to comprehend?
Arthak Saurfang says: No. But it is telling.
Lantresor says: And a simple yes would comprehend the same thing. Let us not create more foes here.
Arthak Saurfang says: This is what I think. And I am not an expert on the fel, but, I have worked closely with the elder. Closer than most. I’ll be honest, I am skeptical you did this for us. Especially if you didn’t want to tell us. You know we have told you about what this man means for us. You did not ask him to contact you, but you let him because you thought you knew we would tell you not to. That is also telling. Actions speak. And yours are contradicting your words. But. If you wish to continue speaking to and learning from the elder, you have my support. I do not believe you’ll get intelligence from. I have little doubt he knows you’re trying, that is what he does. I had to make alterations to my own mind to deceive him before. So I doubt you are fooling him. But that is fine, I believe. I do not think that will dissuade him. And I think this will be good for you. I know better than anyone how dangerous the elder is, but also how much he has to teach. While I think you are afraid and lying to yourself on some key point, I do not think you are a fool. I think you could learn from him as I did. While there is risk, and some of that education will be painful and lead to heartbreak, I think you could benefit from it. So. Speaking for myself and only myself, I support you, but I think you should. Tell. Your. Crew. Not later. If you want them to trust you, you need to trust them, and that includes however they feel about this choice. That is the only thing I find disappointing. That none of them are here. The rest I can understand. Even if I can’t support some of it.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: And on that note… Zar’Kaa, this is a path that you need to be prepared for people to fear you. You need to be prepared for people to hate you. Because that’s what this path is. We have been lucky to run into people who are understanding of myself, Levia, and Sol, and we’ve had the benefit to prove ourselves allies, but the world is not kind to those who use the fel, and in a certain regard I do not think that is unwarranted. But that is something you will need to accept if you want to walk this path. And for that matter, I wish to point out that what you are doing to your crew right now, is what Rokhan and Seria did to you?
Nyxxa looked at Zar’Kaa stone-faced, and Zar’Kaa returned the look.
Zar'Kaa says: That has nothing to do with this.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: It does. It has everything to do with this. Are you prepared to receive the same betrayal you gave them? Because if you’re not, you shouldn’t do this. While it may not seem like this, I must say this to you. I have seen this power destroy people. People I love. I’ve seen what it does to them. And I have seen how the world sees people like me. And you have a chance to avoid all that, Zar’Kaa. It is not a kind life, and I know the world has not been kind to you already. And I am also tired of seeing people resort to these lengths because they feel like they have to. I resent it. Be mindful of what you’re doing, and be mindful of the situations in your life that are similar to this. Before we leave this mountain, I will need to know your line, because this is not a path taken lightly. I myself am prepared to be hated by everyone here if it must be. That is what the fel takes. I am well and truly a monster that you would likely deem worthy of death by your own words. Are you willing to become that? You can think on this, but as I told Arthak when I met him on his own journey, the biggest thing you should know, is that you will not be able to choose what sacrifices you make. I do this out of care, and I thank you for being open and vulnerable. I just cannot be soft here.
Zar'Kaa says: Nyxxa. I don’t need soft. I don’t need tenderness. I can appreciate the candor. I will honor your demand. I will think on what my line is. If anything, that sounds like a good idea.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Thank you.
Zar'Kaa says: But I’m giving one of my own in turn. When it comes to matters of my life or my past, unless I tell you about it, it’s none of your business, you understand me? So. Unless they are relevant to what we’re doing together, leave the names of people I used to care about out of your mouth.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: The matters have been made my business. I wish I didn’t have to, but I also have a job to do. If that results in me not being a friend to you, that’s a sacrifice I must make.
Zar’Kaa looked surprised.
Zar'Kaa says: A friend?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Of course. We cook together. We talk. I count on you for your medical expertise. I consider you a friend. But I am Illidari first.
Zar'Kaa says: I just… I just… I guess I didn’t know because you didn’t say it until now.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I’m saying this because I don’t want to see you destroyed. I’ve seen what this does.
Nyxxa had started to tear up.
Arthak Saurfang says: Perhaps that is enough for now. This is hard.
Lantresor nodded.
Zar'Kaa says: Alright. I think that’s acceptable. I just want to finish by saying I appreciate you all hearing me out. I know I’m not easy to listen to a lot of the time. I did mean what I said about how this wasn’t just for me, but… I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Thank you for doing so.
Zar'Kaa says: Enjoy yourselves tonight. You fought a hell of a fight, and I was glad to do it alongside you.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: You as well. Frankly, I think we should decompress in general.
Zar'Kaa says: Warchief.
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes?
Zar'Kaa says: Could we have a word in private, please?
Arthak Saurfang says: More private? Sure.
Sol'chi says: Alright. Just in case, hold on to this lantern and keep an eye out. Once I leave the bubble, it’s gone.
Arthak Saurfang says: Alright.
The group dispersed, leaving just Zar’Kaa and Arthak. Zar’Kaa got to his feet.
Zar'Kaa says: Arthak. Just a question. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Arthak Saurfang says: That is a long list. You’ll need to be more specific.
Zar'Kaa says: Sure I’ll condense it. You went behind my back and tried to undermine me to my own crew?
Arthak Saurfang says: Now you have lost me. What are you talking about?
Zar'Kaa says: Something along the lines of me being too young. I can’t separate myself from the issues. That I can’t handle the duties and burden of leadership.
Arthak Saurfang says: Volrath. I see. Did the elder show you that? Tell you about that?
Zar'Kaa says: Yeah. Yeah he fucking did. So you’re admitting you did exactly that.
Arthak Saurfang says: I had a conversation with Volrath when you first agreed to come with us, yes. I had questions about him and about you.
Zar'Kaa says: Then why didn’t you ask me? Why not come to me with your questions?
Arthak Saurfang says: The questions were for Volrath.
Zar'Kaa says: Even though they were about me and your words didn’t do any fucking favors. I don’t know if you’ve paid attention with that one fucking eye of yours, but I’ve done plenty for your Horde. I’ve defended them. Including you. What the fuck have you been doing for me? Going behind my back? Then you want to act like we’re becoming fucking friends?
Arthak Saurfang says: No. I don’t believe we are. I don’t think you wish to be my friend, captain.
Zar'Kaa says: Yeah, this halts that progression. When people treat each other like shit they don’t want to be friends.
Arthak Saurfang says: I would like to just point out with everything we’ve said about the elder, you have come to me with this in the way you have on his version of events and his alone.
Zar'Kaa says: What, he made it appear like it was worse than it was? Okay. But that doesn’t change what you fucking said.
Arthak Saurfang says: I said you were young. I also said you were capable and had potential, but yes, you do not separate yourself. You have provided countless examples of that in our time together. I came because I wished to understand why Volrath wasn’t leading the expedition. Not because you lacked character, but because he had experience and honing you did not. I received a satisfactory answer from Volrath. If you are hoping for an apology, you won’t get one.
Zar'Kaa says: No. I don’t imagine you have any remorse in your fucking heart. At least not when people actually need it. You pick where you dish it. Maybe I’m making a point, but unless it originates from you, it doesn’t matter, and I’m just the dumb idiot troll that doesn’t know better. Sorry I don’t defer on your vaunted wisdom every chance I get and rely on my own gods damned experiences.
Arthak Saurfang says: Are you satisfied with what you’ve said?
Zar'Kaa says: Am I satisfied?
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes. Have you said all you wanted to say?
Zar'Kaa says: You know why it’s so frustrating to talk to you, Arthak?
Arthak Saurfang says: There is a list again. Please.
Zar'Kaa says: Funny. You just don’t give a shit when it actually would matter. When someone actually wants you to hear them out. I’m sure the long spanning list of enemies hasn’t just been generated on the backs of genocide and war. It’s also because you just can’t find it in your heart to give a damn. I’ll remember it next time when I am supposed to have your back.
Arthak Saurfang says: I hear you, captain. I just don’t believe you hear yourself.
Zar'Kaa says: Of course, the issue is with me. You didn’t do anything wrong.
Arthak Saurfang says: No I did not.
Zar'Kaa says: Unless you decide you did. Then you can take on any burden you wish, but I guess the burdens others place on you are too fucking heavy. Wanna talk more shit to my crew? At least give me the courtesy of telling me first.
Arthak Saurfang says: Now are you satisfied?
Zar'Kaa says: Yeah, I guess as much as I can be with an impossible asshole like yourself. Thanks for not a whole lot, I guess.
Arthak Saurfang says: Very well then. I wish you a good evening, captain.
Zar'Kaa says: Just fucking get some rest you fucking asshole.
Zar’Kaa stormed away. Arthak watched Zar’Kaa go and sighed.
As Zar’Kaa walked away, he felt the presence of Bru’kan making himself known.
Bru'kan says: What are you hoping to get out of all this? At the end of this journey, Zar’Kaa, when you sail back home, what do you hope is there at the end?
Zar’Kaa sighed.
Zar'Kaa says: A home that actually wants me.
Bru'kan says: And what does that look like?
Zar'Kaa says: I don’t know. People who are actually happy to see me? Where they’re not just angry, and just maybe, people can actually appreciate the good things I can do. If they want to know where I’ve been, what I’ve been doing, I don’t know… it’s hard to know if you haven’t had it, you know?
Bru'kan says: I think you’ve gotten that figured it out. But you aren’t going to know what it is when you see it.
Zar'Kaa says: What, I have to do it on my own like I’ve always fucking had to.
Bru'kan says: No one can tell you what you need, Zar’Kaa, my boy. People can give you suggestions and guidance, and can answer questions and ask them. But you’re the only one that knows your heart. Other people can only guess and do what they can. But that goes for you too. The only one you have control of is yourself.
Zar'Kaa says: Yeah. How would that be any different than before?
Bru'kan says: Because this time it would be yourself. It would be on your hands. And no matter what you think and what you say, you’d have no one to blame except yourself.
Zar’Kaa wiped away a frustrated tear, and Bru’kan dissipated. Zar’Kaa decided to go train.
Rak’Symma had found a quiet place to meditate after the events of the party. The sky was clear and beautiful, and the stars were glittering over the burning fires. She had a sense of relief that things felt better in the winds, but the events of the past few days were haunting, and she sat with Blaithe’s skull in her lap.
She also was a tad mortified about how the harpies turned over so easily, because if it was that easy, the question was why did it take so long? However, it also wasn’t that easy. There had been loss, fear, and suffering, and the harpies that had turned were just a small group. Her eyes were drawn to the moons, the White Lady, with the Blue Child following. There was an inexplicable draw to them, and with that draw came memories of laughter and flight. They showed her and Blaithe, but it also wasn’t just her. Sometimes, it was like Blaithe was the White Lady, and she the Blue Child, but other times it was like Blaithe was the Blue Child and Ohn’ahra was the White Lady. There were memories of song and laughter, and she found her talons playing with her necklace and thumbing over the gem inlaid within it. There was a yearning there, along with a sadness and a great light. There was a moment of clarity, but the yearning didn’t subside, as it felt like there was so much more to do, places to go, and winds to sing. She felt like her shadow was heavier than it ever had been before.
Rak’Symma stayed in her roost for a while. She watched Ohn’ahra pass over Skyhorn, her feathers alight by the moonlight as she returned to her own roost. Rak’Symma knew she would seek her again. She drifted to sleep, thinking of Blaithe, and how she was sorry she couldn’t save him too.
In her slumber, she was flying beneath an emerald sky. There was no moon present, but its presence was felt, as if the entire sky was the face of a moon. She heard heavy wingbeats that were flying through bare branches that dwarfed any she had ever seen before. She recognized the sound of the wings, and she realized she was in a place unlike anything she had ever experienced, yet it felt so familiar. She felt herself enshrouded in wings, her talons clutching to the feathers. Her hands were small again, and the feathers were different. She buried her hands into them, but they were almost translucent. They were black raven feathers, and she felt them like a memory she could touch. And she could hear Blaithe’s voice.
Echo of Blaithe says: I cannot carry you forever, my child. Every chick must leave their nest someday, and though I will always be with you, my path is one that, in time, will take me far from thee. When that day comes, I must know my beloved bolt will find her way back to me. Thou would not wish this old crow to molt from worry, would thee? I am here, little one. Thine North Star... thine Guiding Light… Fear not the darkness, fear not the night...
Then they were racing through the boughs of the familiar tree. Rak’Symma turned back and saw Blaithe’s big wings, and his eyes sparkling at her just as they always did. But there was something else, a laughter on the wind that was not her own, but evokes just as much joy in his eyes. It was a wisp of a different memory, one she did not understand, yet was so terribly familiar. They danced through the boughs thick not with leaves, but with love. She felt she was recalling things that were forgotten, but eventually she settled down on the great branches of the tree. There were other figures dancing around it, but there was a sadness there. She knew there were more before. Great spirits.
She drifted off to sleep, cradled in Blaithe’s wing as the reverie came to an end. She knew she couldn’t linger, otherwise she threatened to lose herself and never wake. Rak’Symma wondered, in a moment, if that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
Rak'Symma says: We were always meant to do this, all of this, together. You were my eternal heart and I don’t know how to do this without you.
Echo of Blaithe says: My dearest… no matter how long it takes, no matter how far the winds take thee from me, we will always find our way back to one another. Thine are my north star, mine guiding light. So wet not thine beautiful cheek, for we will be together again sooner than you think. I will always be in your heart. That I will always promise thee.
It felt like this memory wasn’t hers, but it also was at the same time. The last thing her eyes saw, at the end of the bough she rested on, was a broken branch. Not broken by force, but as if something was missing from it, like something was given but never returned.
When she awoke, she was back where she had fallen asleep before on the roost in Skyhorn, to the sound of birdsong.
Rak'Symma says: I will have to make this world a better one. For you. For us. One where we can thrive. Where the winds can blow free and carry warmth, safety, assurances. Perhaps I.. can carve a path through the thickened cloud, the pouring rain... so that you can find me. In the echoes of song, in the softest sigh.
The same night, after the partying, Nyxxa retreated to somewhere quiet, where she opened her mind to Vaerux.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: Thank you for the help today.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Yeah. Glad things are starting to quiet down in here.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: She was loud.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: And now she’s yours.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: That was something I was less worried about. I needed that to stop. Thank you for not hurting Sol.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Shit, you saw that?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: I’m literally where you are when you take over.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: It wouldn’t be worth it. I couldn’t have done much. And… I don’t know. It didn’t feel like the right time, is all. Now if it was Arthak, maybe.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: I’m sure he’d be touched.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Yeah.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: Thinking more about the other night… I don’t think you were honest with me about something.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: What would that be?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: Well, given what you told me, you have plenty I want to know still. I don’t really have enough pride to hang on to the fact I want to know what I was like before… before all this and the war. You knew me. And I’m sure you have stories.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: I’ve got a few. You know, last time I told you this much… was probably back when I first found you. BUt I have a feeling that if you forget anything again it won’t be drastic. The fucking Illidari have you put together better than you have been in a thousand years.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: It was different this time. When the curse took over.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Well yeah. What happened the last time? Where were we? We were in Outland, right? With Caria’s goons?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: The ghost…
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Right. Right. Well you changed a lot since then. You’ve figured shit out one way or another. You remember what it was like as a satyr a bit. It takes what you care about the most and it corrupts that emotion. That feeling. If you’re a lecherous bastard, not that I know anyone like that, it makes you ten times worse. If you enjoy a good scrap, suddenly cold-blooded murder doesn’t sound too bad. You are practically obsessed with your family and friends, so when that hard willed discipline gets some cracks, you’re gonna go to whatever is necessary to make sure they are alright, and probably take some sick satisfaction in punishing the people that fucked with them. Get what I’m saying?
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: I do.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: So that’s just what you’d be like if you hadn’t gotten that discipline of yours. That’s what it would be if you were a real satyr instead of this sham.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: I suppose I should tell the others then.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: I’m sure they figured it out.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: You are being remarkably helpful, by the way.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: I’m just getting tired.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: I get that too. I just think I’m tired of being mad and hating you. Ideally, if this was any other situation, I’d say it was best for us to go our separate ways.
Vaerux laughed.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: But I can’t. So that’s my own bed.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Damn right.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: So best to make the best of a bad situation and get over it. I suppose if I do get mad at you, it’s no different, and you’re still a piece of shit, but so am I.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Yeah, I think that’s why we’ve gotten along. Though we are thicker than your average thieves at this point.
Vaerux sighed.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Look. About the only thing I have left on you is… well. It doesn’t amount to much. We’ve been doing this dance for a while. And given the circumstances, well, I guess where do we go from here? Not physically, obviously. Thanks for that, by the way.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: You’re welcome. I suppose we can take it day by day.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Well. For giving me that joy ride, starting tomorrow we’ll pick up the training where we left off. Which, I wonder… I might be able to… I have a few ideas we can try. When we are nice and far from everyone else, of course. Wouldn’t want anyone to get concerned.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: …Hrm…
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Look, you found some interesting ingredients.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: I’m telling the others where I’m going.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: That’s fine!
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: I suppose you’re referring to the shu'halo?
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Yeah. But I feel like we might be able to make Deathsong’s voice useful. But we’ll get to that tomorrow. Given how you held up your end of the bargain, and in light of your willingness to still figure something out and not just shove me into the dark recesses of your mind until your id comes knocking… ask me something. What do you want to know? You get one story. Just one. For now.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: How did we meet?
Vaerux says [telepathically]: That’s a fun story, actually. I don’t know if you actually remember this one, but the first time we met was actually at a bar. In Suramar. You were pretty young back then. I don’t remember if you had been out drinking before, but you were with friends, and I got myself into a little fight. You broke up the fight. By getting involved. You me and the other guy walked out with black eyes, but we had a good laugh about it afterwards. Mark my surprise when a couple weeks later, guess who showed up at basic training. The crazing fucking bitch who knocked me out cold. I was exceptionally inebriated, so I won’t give you full credit. I suppose you could say the rest is history, though it’s not history you know exactly.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: Maybe I can pry other stories later.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Yeah. Maybe you can. Maybe you can. You always did enjoy sticking your nose in other people’s business. I suppose some things really don’t ever change.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: Suppose it was a good trait to have as a spy.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Yeah. Though, heh, I’m glad you’re not a spy anymore. Watching you try to sneak around all the time is such a gag.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: I feel like I’m pretty good at the sneaking part.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Yeah, the physical sneaking, but you make yourself nearly cry yourself to sleep every night by holding onto a secret.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: I wasn’t that bad.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: I wasn’t that bad, she says!
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: You go for months convincing someone they’re a murderer! Wait, you wouldn’t care.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Yeah, I wouldn’t care! Nor would I care about some pompous asshole I met a few weeks ago who is getting himself burned on fire he can’t control! And don’t get me started on the shit about ooooh Lantresor comfort me~
Nyxxa laughed.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: Okay. Enough fun, old man.
Vaerux says [telepathically]: Have a drink for me.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says [telepathically]: I will!
Later on, Vaerux taught Nyxxa how to use fragments of Deathsong’s voice to shatter a rock with her own voice, and also the cantrip vicious mockery.
