[Alliance] Chapter Four: Session Fifty-Four
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August 18th - ???
The group had been given a place to rest in the night elven barracks. As the group starts to rise the next morning, a sentinel comes in to check in on those who were awake. She informs them their companions are en route, and Vel immediately wakes Uther with a very frosty hand on his back.
Uther suggests they can find a less abrasive way to wake him, but Vel informs him that his father was on his way, and Uther immediately disregards the quip to instead work on getting dressed.
As the group follows the sentinel, they see the night elves starting to get ready to go to rest after the long night. They can see Nyisha–one of the head watchers from previously–making her way up. Before them, unshackled and with all their equipment, are Tae’shara and Arthas. They seem to be somewhat drowsy, but no worse for wear.
Tae’shara quickens her pace into a jog upon seeing them, quickly closing the distance.
Tae: Haha! Ya really are alright! I told you I’d be alright, don’t worry about me!
Vel: You deflected, so we knew to go after someone else.
Tae: Aye, but it worked. That said, I am glad to be out of them. So is what the Warden said true? Is everything finished up? Did you handle it?
Vel: Yes, everything’s handled. Baring respirations and the like.
Tae: I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised you guys wrapped it up. But dare I ask what day it is?
Vel: August 18th.
Tae: Fuck, it’s been a bit.
Vel: Yes, but it’s good to see you.
They hug.
Tae: Did something happen? You look different?
Vel: Is it the bags under my eyes, I’m sure they look deeper.
Tae: If anything they look less deep.
Tae’shara squints and studies Vel.
Tae: Aye, that’s it!
She reaches up and touches Vel’s ears. Vel flinches away.
Tae: Did your ears get wider?
Vel: Why would my ears get wider?
Tae: Beats me. But look at them! Remnii, do you have that mirror?
Rem: I always do.
Tae’shara grabs the compact mirror with her mage hand and hands it over the Vel. Vel looks in the mirror.
Vel: Oh.
Tae: They sort of look like… kinda batty is the word?
Vel snaps the compact mirror shut.
Vel: I’m not getting bat ears, that’s ridiculous.
Tae: I think you’re getting bat ears.
Tae’shara smirks.
Vel: I’m not getting bat ears.
Tae: I dunno. Kinda looks like it to me!
Vel: If you cursed me for a nose, you’ll regret that.
Tae: Oh that would be adorable! Could you imagine?
Vel: I prefer not.
Arthas looks exhausted and he crosses his arms, seemingly quite disappointed that he missed all the fighting. He looks at Uther and expresses it’s good he’s still in one piece.
Uther: Ever any doubt?
Art: Look. When we go back to our home, I have a lot of things to explain. The last thing I wanted to explain was why I was coming back alone. So. Good job.
Uther’s jaw tightens.
Uther: I’m glad to see you’re alright too.
Arthas puts a hand on Uther’s shoulder and gives it a solid squeeze, which is met with a strong hug.
Art: I guess the next goal is to head home and see what happened on the other side of the home, huh?
Uth: Small handful of loose ends to tie up, but yes.
Art: Wouldn’t mind a catch up. But that can wait.
Naisha and the others catch up.
Naisha: I wanted to formally apologize for the treatment you all went through. There’s really nothing I can say that will make everything better, but we’re doing everything we can to ensure that all your people, Remnii, will be reunited with their fellows. I’m really sorry. If any of your people find their belongings are missing, just pass a message and we can make sure things are where they are supposed to be.
Judging from her wardrobe, it seems she had been promoted to Chief Warden.
Rem: Thank you for your diligence. I can’t say it was pleasant, but I understand you and your sisters were doing their jobs, and no one can fault anyone for wanting to protect their people. I’m glad it’s over.
Naisha: I’m glad you’re never going to spend another night in our prisons. I’m not going to be able to sleep for a few days with all the work, but I know a chef, she makes phenomenal stews. If you all are hungry, I’d love to show you around. If that wouldn’t be too much trouble?
Rem: Personally, I think that sounds wonderful. Though I know there is much to do.
Vel: I think I’ll pass. Though the offer is appreciated. I have some of my own work to do.
Naisha: No problem! Seriously, no problem. If you need anything, just let us know, and I’ll do whatever I can.
Vel: Actually, would it be possible to get a meeting with the new high priestess?
Nai: Oh! Yeah! Maiev– I mean, the high priestess is really busy, but I’ll pass the word along. I’m sure she can find you whenever she finds the time.
Vel: You can emphasize it won’t take long.
Nai: Sure sure!
Naisha takes those who want to eat to a mess hall where there is some hearty stew and rice cakes. Uther starts to tell Tae’shara and Arthas about everything they had missed.
While they were eating, Vel had gone and found a quiet place to cast analyze blood over the blood she had managed to gather from Tichondrius. As she looks into the vial, the blood issues forth like a cloud that sifts and fades as it it harnessed by the magic.
Quickly, the divination returns the answers to the questions she sought.
The creature’s type? Fiend.
If the blood carried poison or disease and was safe for her to consume? It was safe to do so.
The creature’s natural vulnerabilities? There were none.
The creature’s natural immunities or resistances? He was resistant to cold, fire, lightning, necrotic, and shadow damage as well as nonmagical, non-silvered physical damage. He was immune to poison and the charmed, exhausted, frightened, and poisoned conditions.
The creature’s age came up as inconclusive.
And finally, the creature’s true name.
As the information reaches Vel’s mind, she hears the name: Chondracul. As she stands up, she feels a sense of vertigo, and it almost feels like she tripped over something, but then it’s gone. She immediately goes to find Medivh.
She finds him using some simple magic to aid and help out. As Medivh turns toward her, Vel notices his left eye has a massive shiner and is very bruised. She stops, her strides of purpose momentarily interrupted.
Vel: …What happened to you?
Medivh: Velameestra! It’s good to see you! I’m glad you’re also in one piece! Sorry I didn’t get to see you again after all the business of yesterday but, well…
He gestures around.
Medi: This is just some... comic retribution. The now-high priestess and I crossed paths last evening.
Vel: …Oh. Remnii could probably fix tha–
Medivh: Nope! No, I think that this was well earned and I believe I am due for this punishment. What I did was a… gross abuse of her trust, and I do feel bad. Also, if she were to see me again and I was bereft of this reminder, she might give me a second one, and that hurt. A lot. That armor of her’s is… exceptionally hard.
Vel: Understood… though, um. I need you. Now.
Med: Oh. My. Vel…
Medivh looks around.
Med: I know that our lives were in danger last night, but this is hardly the time–
Vel promptly interrupts him.
Vel: No no no, I acquired his name. The demon’s.
Med: Oh. OH. Right.
Medivh heads off with Vel as she leads him back to her portable hole, which she had been using as something of a personal study.
Med: You mean the demon?
Vel: Yes.
Med: Oh. Oh dear. That is a precious commodity that I don’t think any other living mortal in the multiverse might have. And a dangerous one at that.
Vel: I don’t make it a habit of learning demon’s true names. Is it normal to get a sense of vertigo when you find one out?
Med: True names are powerful. And I suppose given his strength, perhaps. But that usually is a sign of something. I don’t know what. But that can’t be good.
Vel: What do we do with this going forward?
Med; Well, we’ll need to be incredibly careful. The power this would give us over the demon is a powerful tool, but also a powerful weapon. We should assume that whatever feeling you got there, it could likely have been a ping of sorts. It could be informing him that someone, even you specifically, has this information. He may try to collect it from you.
Vel: We have some time before he reforms, correct?
Med: As far as I know fiends do take some time. The more powerful they are, the more time it takes. Dreadlords are atypical from normal fiends. I have studied them as much as I can for a very long time. But even experts on the subject such as Meryl are uncertain as to the exact differences between them. Even so it should be some time before he returns. So you do have time to plan. Which is good, a creature such as that won’t take a slight like that sitting down.
Vel: Is this something we should share? Like with Illidan or Velen?
Med: It may be worthwhile that others know this. But it’s also possible that by knowing this they may go on a radar of sorts. But I’m willing to take that risk. I live for this sort of thing.
Vel begins to write the name down to give it to him, she starts to write and she hears a sound behind her. The sound of a small portal of some kind.
She looks behind her and sees the ripplings of a small crimson portal clothes. She sees a small creature, bat-like and two feet tall with prominent canines, staring up at her. He has a messenger bag.
Creature: One moment please, before you do that. You have a message.
Vel and Medivh look at this creature.
Vel: A message from who?
Cre: I’m not at liberty to discuss.
He hands her an envelope, and reads it. There is a beautiful blood red seal. It is a beautiful piece of parchment that reads as
Dear Velameestra Windrunner,
It has come to my attention that you have come about some information that you are not supposed to know. Firstly, I would like to congratulate you. Such a thing is no small feat. And while I am uncertain as to how you accomplished that, I am impressed all the same. That said, this is information that someone like you should not have. And so I would like to offer an arrangement, a deal. Should you agree to these terms, you will erase this information from your knowledge and swear to never seek it or share it with anyone ever again. In exchange I will share with you a replacement fact. A piece of information that will not only revolutionize your existence, but the existence of your plighted people. Please note should you share this information with someone before signing this arrangement, I will note that you have declined this offer and will continue to move forward with arrangements therein. Please do consider this carefully, and make the right decision so that we can put this unfortunate business behind us. Sincerely, A concerned friend.
She sees a line underneath it, indicating a place for a signature.
Vel looks at the letter and down at this imp creature. And then holds the letter to Medivh.
Vel: Is this normal?
Med: No. This is highly irregular.
Cre: There is one more message for you man. Should you need a follow up or any further questions.
He hands her another piece of parchment.
Vel: Thank you for your service.
The creature holds his hand out. Vel gives him a gold piece.
Cre: Huh. Not what I was expecting. But it will do.
He then speaks in a language Vel recognizes as the language of death. A small crimson portal opens and he flies through.
Vel: Why was he speaking in Quietish?
Med: Somehow that’s the least strangest thing that’s just occurred.
Vel: I’m assuming if they’re sending a messenger with a counter offer this is one of those things that is an ace in our pocket.
Med: Indeed. Though I’m troubled. Who ever sent this was keeping tabs on the situation. And as to what to do with this is up to you. As you’re the one with this information.
Vel: The Dreadlords are a problem, unanimously. They are aiding the Legion are they not?
Med: They are, yes.
Vel: Getting one of their power players out of play may be for the best if we’re able to.
Med: Yes, but judging by this letter this is as much an offer as it is a threat. Just keep that in mind. If you don’t take this, the next messenger may not be so kind.
Vel: I suppose it’s something to consider. At least for a bit then.
Med: Yes. Then I suppose for the time being you shouldn’t share this information with me.
Vel: Yes I suppose not. Thank you for your insight.
Med: Yes, and if there’s anything I can do about this I can try. I can’t say I know what they’re talking about when they say information that could aid your people.
Vel: That’s awfully specific given my people tend to be focused around what I am, at least right now.
Med: Could be some clues. We could do some poking but that could have its own risks.
Vel: Well it only states I shouldn’t be sharing the name, not that I can’t be looking into other things.
Med: That is true.
Vel: And apparently I’m allowed to have a follow up.
Vel holds up the parchment.
Vel: Perhaps I have a penpal for the time being.
Med: Perhaps so. A mysterious, terrifying and apparently well informed pen pal.
Vel: Things to consider. There’s no time limit on it at least.
Med: Yes, at least that.
Vel uses Identify on the parchment. The parchment is enchanted and is tied to another piece of parchment. What is written on one will appear on the other.
—-
Later that day, as Vel is reeling from the revelations, Maiev had come to find her. She has shed parts of her Warden’s armor. It is odd seeing her wear her full armor. She doesn’t look comfortable.
Maiev: Velameestra Windrunner. I was informed you needed to speak with me. Vel: Yes, I wanted to offer you a resource you may find useful.
Mai: What is it?
Vel: It’s a spell, by my own design. It uses blood to forensically divine information that might be otherwise difficult to discern.
Vel hands her a spell scroll written in Darnassian. Maiev looks it over.
Vel: Mundane presences like poisons and disease present in the blood, or true names of demons. Which may be a bit more relevant given the situation. Given the intensity of the kaldorei I figured a more macabre component would not be a deterrent.
Mai: No. Not likely. And despite this magic being highborne in nature, I see that you’ve already gone into theory about how those who gain their magic from higher powers would likely be able to replicate this.
Vel: I at least have some experience with priests.
Mai: You went through a lot of work to do this. Thank you.
Vel: Of course. Ultimately magical innovations are meant to be shared.
Mai: If only all Highborne shared that sentiment, perhaps my people would not have such a problem with them.
Vel chuffs.
Vel: For what it’s worth, I know you do not like me and I don’t really expect you to. Though, given you were the one to remind me of my failings in the Eastern Kingdoms, I wanted to assure you that they had not gone unnoticed by myself. I do not intend to rest until they’re atoned for, for as much as my words are worth.
Mai: I don’t know who you are, highborne. I’ve only seen what you’ve done. I spoke of your people and Sunstrider’s hubris in creating another Well. With inviting the Legion back to this place. I did mean a personal failing.
Vel: I was present when the Dark Portal was open and I made my mistakes there. More grievous ones than some of the people who were just living.
Mai: We’ve all made our mistakes. It’s about what one does to fix them afterwards. If you gave half as much effort to save your people to save ours, I’m certain none of your own would condemn you for trying. And if they would, then I am as foolish as I was.
Vel: Appreciated.
Mai: Yes. Well.
Vel: I don’t want to take any more of your time, I’m sure you are very busy.
Mai: You’re right. Good Hunting, Velameestra Windrunner.
Vel: Good hunting.
Maiev takes the scroll and leaves, looking back to ponder over Vel, before heading on her way.
—
The following day, Naralex comes to find Tol’vas. He expresses that he is there to give Tol’vas a message and inform him of something.
Nara: First off, something a bit more personal. I understand that you knew Thalyss Greyoak. He gave his life during the battle last night.
Tol: I see…
Nara: I had a favor. I understand you would be returning to Gadgetzan in Tanaris.
Tol: I wasn’t certain if I would go.
Nara: Well. When you’re next in the area, I want you to find a woman named Faeyrine Springsong. She was important to Thalyss.
He withdraws a small satchel which has dozens of small seeds.
Nara: Bring this to her. She lives in an oasis not far from the city. You should be able to find it if you follow the markings. So I’ve been told. It shouldn’t be a far travel for someone like us.
Tol: Yeah, I can do that.
Nara: I’m sorry. I know the two of you were friends.
Tol: It’s… the nature of war I suppose. It doesn’t make it hurt less.
Nara: We all must return to the cycle eventually. I just wish these ugly things did not have to speed us that way. But… I wish I had more good news for you. Unfortunately, the next piece of information is also important. You’ve been summoned to the Moonglade. The meeting will be in a few days. Your companions, Seria and the other troll druid, Zen’tabra, they’ll be coming too. They’ll be meeting before a council of archdruids to discuss their relationship with the Cenarion Circle, but we need to speak about the scythe and where to go from here. Unfortunately, Belysra Starbreeze has been asked to be present, but this is a matter of the Cenarion Circle. She will not be allowed to be present. But I’ve been informed of her arguments and intentions. I’ll make them apparent. Just prepare yourself.
Tol: I’m ready for the tooth and claw from Fandral’s words, among others.
Nara: There are a lot of things we can choose to point our disdain toward, but each other is not it. I can promise you at least one person will have your back.
Naralex smiles.
Tol: I can use all the allies I can get. I appreciate that.
Nar: I’ll see you then.
Naralex heads off to inform Seria and Zen’tabra of the summit as well. That evening, Tol’vas delves into the dream, and he focuses his thoughts and mind upon an individual. As he seeks into the Dream, he feels a strange, weightless sensation. As if he was falling from the sky.
His eyes open, and he looks about. He’s in the sky, and he is falling amidst the twilight skies of the Emerald Dream. As he tries to right himself, he doesn’t see the ground. Suddenly, he collides with something, and he hears heavy wing beats and motion beneath him. He can see the emerald scales of a dragon.
He hears a booming, but gentle and patient voice.
Ysera: That was unwise, child.
Her head towards Tol’vas and regards her with a bright blue eye.
Ys: Though it is unlikely you would have died, you would have awoken with an unfortunate headache.
Tol: I’ve been accused of being unwise before.
Yse: Why have you reached out to me, child?
Tol: I’m sure you’ve already been informed of what happened at Mount Hyjal.
Yse: I have. And of the affliction that plagues Nordrassil.
Tol: You out of the three we promised has the closest ties to us. So it’s you I would ask. Did we fail? Did we break our promise and our charge?
Ysera considers as she continues to fly.
Yser: What do you think, child? Do you believe the kaldorei have transgressed and failed the world they swore to protect?
Tol’vas takes a deep breath.
Tol: I don’t think they failed more than anyone else, but I don’t know if using the Well is the same as protecting it from others.
Yser: Perhaps it was, or perhaps it was not. What I do know, is that it has been done. Nothing can change that fact. Not even my distant brother. And what I do know is I harbor no ill will against the kaldorei. The shadows that threaten to snuff out the light of creation have tools beyond our means and understanding. Had I sought retribution against your people, I would have caught you in my jaws, not my back.
Tol’vas internalizes the statement for a moment, blinking.
Tol: Then I suppose the only other thing I have to ask is… guidance towards the future. We’ve been following the charge for so long, that I can see some of us have forgotten what it was for.
Yser: To follow one’s charge, to follow one’s purpose, is a sacred thing. To lose it, unfathomable. The mere thought frightens me. Would that I could see into the future, child, but what I can tell you is this wisdom. If your path grows clouded, there are only three directions that you can take. You can fly forward, continuing on through the darkness. You can return to the familiar. Or you can seek a new path. I cannot tell you what to do, nor what the kaldorei must do. What I can tell you is that so long as you keep nature in your heart, as long as you remember… you shall not do so alone. But it is not safe for you to remain here, Tol’vas. I am returning to places no dreamer should walk. May you find your path upon awakening. I would urge you against doing something like this again. You may not be so lucky, and I would not want something to happen if I were unable to reach you in time.
Ysera dips low and roars. The Dream starts to ripple and shift, and Tol’vas is sent from her back, but he falls away from the Dream itself. He sees storm clouds in the distance, emerald lightning through it all.
It seems Ysera was flying around the disturbance that was cutting off the central area of the Dream.
—-
Remnii finds Jarod and Bard helping with the rebuilding effort. He greets her, and Remnii almost stumbles over some wood and working tools. She asks him if she can bother him for a moment, and Jarod calls for his helpers to take a break.
Jarod asks Remnii if she felt better after everything, and she assures him she is doing better. Remnii expresses that he was quite the fighter, but he counters that he felt like he was falling behind at points given the last time he fought like that was about 20 years ago when he helped the tauren.
Rem: I could use a bit of advice about, well, I think you know where I’m going…
Jar: My sister?
Rem: Yes, the current high priestess.
Jar: It’s not the first time she was in this position. She’s good at handling the kaldorei in war time and upheaval. What did you need to approach her with?
Rem: You and I will be working together, but I want to look for long-term solutions. Azeroth is our home now. I don’t think we will be retaking to the stars. There is too much to do. If the Legion has been here more than once, they will be here again. I know Maiev will be busy working towards immediate solutions, but we look like demons and eredar because we were eredar once. To come under fire from the Legion led by those who Velen once called brother is something I know your people would not soon forget.
Jar: It won’t be a fast process. But it’s in little things that make people realize you’re as much victims as anyone. So, it’s good that people who have seen that will get involved. It starts in small moments, like what you were able to do for that priestess, and for me. The mercy and kindness you showed towards people who were trying to kill you. I may or may not have gotten the opportunity to act as the kaldorei representative on the Azuremyst Isles. An ambassador. So I’ll be able to help and build bridges that have been burned. Thankfully, I’ve learned a thing or two about carpentry.
Jarod smiles, as does Remnii.
Rem: There is much to think about at the moment, but congratulations are in order I suppose.
Jar: It wasn't too hard. Getting me out of her hair is probably good. I’m just glad to help.
Rem: You already have so much. I would not ask more, but your help will continue to be appreciated. I think I’ve thanked you twenty times or more.
Jarod chuckles and expresses he looks forward to working with Remnii more.
Jar: As far as my sister is concerned, be straightforward. Don’t dance around or she’ll get frustrated. She’ll probably still complain, but that’s how you know she’s listening.
Rem: I’m much happier to be on this side of her. The Barrow Deeps were a lot.
Jar: But we can put that behind us.
Rem: I have done so. Thank you, I won’t keep you from your work.
Jar: It’s never a problem, Remnii. If you need anything, just ask.
Remnii smiles and nods as she expresses that some time soon they should have victory drinks. Jarod chuckles and agrees as he returns to work.
—-
Uther had been helping with some of the heavy physical lifting involved with the funerary rites of the night elves, and he has a moment with Tyrande in between the various rites. She thanks Uther for his aid in everything.
Tyr: ‘Tis a heavy burden, one I would not wish on anyone. I learned a great deal about leadership from your mother, actually. Believe it or not. When I met her I was aught but a priestess. I was young. Naive about many things. Optimistic. Idealistic.
Uth: I believe I can relate.
Tyr: I learned a great deal about wisdom from watching her and the others.
Uth: It’s strange. I.. won’t pretend to understand, but… the version of my mother that you met is a version of my mother I haven’t yet. Unless she’s very very good at keeping secrets.
Tyr: She is, for one. But… in many ways, Uther, I owe you for the lessons that she taught me. After all, the Jaina that I met was one who you helped create. Her love for you and her family and people, and for our world, was greater than I know how to quantify. I… don’t know what brought her back to us. I’ve often wondered if it was the grace of Elune, the intervention of the bronze dragons, or perhaps something beyond our comprehension, but without her, neither of us would be here for very different reasons.
Uth: Suppose that’s true! Speaking honestly, no matter what it was that brought her to you it’s going to be beyond my comprehension. Two years ago I would have written off everything I’ve seen on this part of the world as a fairytale. Yet here I stand.
Tyr: Even the tallest of tales come from a kernel of truth. This too I’ve learned. I’ve been musing. Reminded of all of our talks all of those years ago. Since I returned. Since I was freed from that prison of my own flesh. I realize I’ve forgotten some of her most important lessons. I don’t know if I could ever truly follow them, but I’ll do what I can to try nonetheless.
Uth: What would prevent you from following them?
Tyr: All that time ago, when I was but a girl, my naivety got me into so small amount of dangers. Nearly got myself killed on more than one occasion. Nearly got my friends killed because of my own foolishness. While some would scold me for being so foolish and making such decisions, I did so with a good heart. Believe it or not, your mother found my crying one evening when tears came easily. She told me that naivety is compassion that has not been tempered by wisdom and experience. She told me to hold onto that kindness and hope. So that others could see the path of good and light. To never give up on it. Yet somewhere along the line, over the Long Vigil, I did. I stopped seeing the world through those naive eyes. My compassion slowly dulled despite my promises. After everything I’ve seen, I don’t know if I could ever be that same person. I don’t know if I could ever have that compassion. After wisdom comes, one must wonder if compassion with wisdom could ever compare to ignorance. But I suppose I must find out.
Uth: I can’t imagine who or what I would be without compassion. Not to say that an entity named Uther Menethil bereft of compassion may exist one day, but whoever that is won’t be me.
Tyrande nods.
Tyran: Well said. Just… as you temper your own compassion with the wisdom that you gain from experience, I urge that you too could follow the advice your mother gave me. Temper that. Understand the hardships of life, but don’t lose that hope. Don’t allow it to crumble. But do so as kindly as you can. It also would help if you don’t find yourself confronted by a powerful demon that uses your own influence to corrupt your people from the inside.
Uther: I do see how that could be problematic. A very clear understanding of that potential.
Uther chuckles morbidly.
Uther: I’m glad we were able to save you.
Tyr: I will ensure it will be worth it. Not everyone is given a second chance. I will not squander it.
Uth: I’m sure my mother would love to see you. Or… meet you for the first time? I’m not sure how it works.
Tyr: I would love to see her. I hope she will forgive me for my mistakes.
Uth: I have a feeling she will.
Tyr: I’ll see you after your rest. I must pray for the evening and take care of a few more things. But thank you for this talk.
Uth: Of course! Whenever you need.
Tyr: The same goes for you, Uther, though I’m not the only one. Your friends care for you a great deal. Don’t forget that.
Uth: I could never.
Tyrande smiles and returns back to her duties.
—-
Tyrande and Remnii take a moment to speak together, and Tyrande expresses that it was very kind of Remnii’s people to allow her to aid them. They spend some time exchanging pleasantries before moving into the nature of healing, as this is a step in the correct direction.
Ty: A long time ago I learned the lesson that looks can be quite deceiving. We all learned that lesson when Azshara betrayed all of us. I learned it before when I first met Brox.
Remnii smiles.
Tyr: I understand that you’ve met Arthak.
Rem: I have.
Remnii looks around to ensure they are out of earshot from the party.
Rem: He is a dear friend of mine. He is likely fighting his own battles as we speak.
Tyr: I only know his name. Jaina was understandably hesitant to share details of her life, but she confided in me and some others. I understand before the final battle came, she informed Broxigar of his son. Though he gave his life, he did so knowing that he left something good in the world.
Rem: The orcs, the Horde, Draenor, the world he knew… is likely long gone by Legion hands. His people now, pardon me if you know, are at great odds with the humans and the high elves on the Eastern Kingdoms.
Tyr: So have I heard.
Rem: As Arthak is the person I know… he is stoic and gruff, but he has a good heart and he is a builder by nature and a fighter by necessity.
Tyrande smiles.
Tyr: I will endeavor to meet him.
Rem: I believe, despite my friendship with him and a number of others amongst the orcs, it is best I keep my distance. I travel with these people now. But I believe in time… the orcs are going to need help. I cannot and would not ask the elves and humans to forgive what happened. Thousands of lives have been lost. Take Broxigar and multiply his ferocity by thousands. Most of their population is on Azeroth now. If the Legion has control of them, their fates will be sealed. If those working within are able to break their ties to the Legion… my hopes for them are what I left with them. If you see him before I do… he may need some of the guidance Jaina and his father once afforded you.
Tyr: I would much desire to meet with him. After everything that’s happened. As it turns out, my schedule is… surprisingly more open than it has been in the last 10,000 years. Perhaps, should I have the opportunity to reach out to him, I will do just that. I owe his father a great deal. But I would like to help him not because of debts, but because of what his father meant to me.
Rem: That is both admirable and brings me joy.
Tyr: While what I’ve heard of the orcish people is troubling, even from Broxigar’s perception… he was turned into a pariah, and I know not what happened after he was brought to us. He was a hero, but he had to turn against his own people to make a stand. That took bravery. If I could pass that bravery through the generations and instill that into his son, then I will.
Remnii smiles fondly.
Tyr: While I understand your circumstances are more fragile, I don’t intend to allow anything from preventing me from showing that compassion regardless of the turmoil. People like Uther and Arthak both deserve that chance, even if circumstances have driven them to opposite sides.
Rem: I agree entirely. They are surprisingly similar, yet starkly different. But to compare them is not fair given what the world has doled them. Allies for the orcish people will be few and far between, for the time being at least. To know that someone out there is sympathetic… is good. That compassion is not for everyone. It is not out of shame I note that. I appreciate your candidness. I meant what I said, if you were listening the first time we met… that I do believe in them. That something greater can come. It is out of my purview and I am no orc, but I care nonetheless.
Tyr: Is there anything you wish for me to tell him if I see him before you do?
Rem: A big and small question. Perhaps I will give you a note, if that is okay. A small one. I imagine you are off to lands I cannot even imagine.
Tyr: I would not know what to send with you should you see him first. Simply that someone out there is rooting for him, for whatever that means.
Remnii smiles and nods.
Rem: I will. As we head to the Eastern Kingdoms, perhaps I will catch him, perhaps I will not.
Ty: ‘Tis in Elune’s hands now.
Remnii thanks Tyrande for the talk and for being the person she hoped she was. Tyrande expresses she is glad to be that person. Tyrande muses that she hopes Arthak likes cats, as Ash’alah was fond of Broxigar.
—-
Broll had been moving around helping in various locations. It seemed some of his mental blocks in regards to his magic had started to wear down, and Vel had actually heard from some other druids that Broll had just recently helped some people get back to Azure Watch so was likely still in that area.
Vel was able to arrive easily enough, and it did not take her long to find him helping a group of night elves.
Broll: Velameestra. What brings you here?
Vel: Looking for you, actually.
Brol: For me? What for?
Vel: I wanted to talk with you about something. Do you mind going on a walk with me briefly?
Brol: Of course.
The two walk, Broll’s gate is very big.
Vel: I heard the good news from the other druids. The horns suited you, your arrival was quite appreciated.
Brol: I had many long discussions with Keeper Remulos. And he has told me more about his idol that he’d given me. While it was important it was just a tool. He helped me to realize that you, Tol’vas and Remnii were right. The path to forgiving myself will be long, I cannot hope to get the forgiveness of the Ancients until I have forgiven myself. Even in these small ways. And in trying my magic has returned to me, at least when I use it to help others. Vel: I am glad to hear it. Which I know my magic isn’t something you’d be comfortable with. But I didn’t feel right not extending you a chance before we parted ways. Especially after all you’ve done for us.
Brol: What?
Vel: Your daughter or your wife? Do you have anything from them still?
Brol: I do.
Vel: Given you found some closure with Remulos, would you like to speak with them again? ANd seek closure there as well.
Brol: Is such a thing possible?
Vel: Yes, I can call to them and thin the veil enough so that you’ll be able to speak with them so long as the spell holds. It’s not a compulsion, they can choose not to answer. Though I feel that given the chance they would probably like to see you, as long as they were able.
Brol: I… I don’t know if they will. But. In the chance that they do, the chance that they would want to, they deserve that right.
Vel: The way the spell works you’ll have nine questions. The way the spell is structured is that the conversation can go on in regards to them, but it fades once they’re done.
Brol: I see.
Vel: So if that’s amenable, I’m more than willing to try.
Brol: Would your magic take better if we were to be in a place more associated with them?
Vel: It wouldn’t hurt.
Brol: Very well. Follow me.
He goes to a nearby tree and places his hand on it. He closes his eyes, and nothing happens. He focuses and magic channels around him. Quietly he mutters “Please” and a portal opens in the tree.
They step through the portal, and find themselves in the outskirts of a clearing. Not far they see a house, and beyond it the ocean a half a mile away. Cleaving the abandoned house in twothey see a massive crystal from the Exodar. It’s a little ways away. Broll’s shoulders tremble.
Brol: It’s not far.
Broll goes in a different direction. He brings Vel to an old battle field. The grass is burnt and charred. There are remains of a pitlord, blasted apart. This entire place has been corrupted by the death.
Brol: This is the place.
Vel takes a moment to take it in, a bit overwhelmed.
Vel: Do you have your questions in mind?
Brol: I do.
Vel: Alright, and the items of theirs?
Broll withdrawals a small cudgel, a druidic focus. It’s small, one that would be for a small child. It’s old. He slips from his hand a wooden ring, one from a pair.
Vel picks around the area for a non-corrupted space and is able to find one. She settles down and places the objects in front of her.
Vel: Are you ready?
Bro: I’m as ready as I’m going to be. Are you sure you want to do this?
Vel: I do.
Vel channels into the first 8th level spell she’s ever cast. As the ambient silence of the area is enhanced she focuses on the items. Slowly but surely, two figures seem to emerge as the wind picks up. They see two night elf women. One a little short, a little plump, long dark green hair, wearing a simple robe adorned with flowers. The other is taller than her mother, and surprisingly wirey considering her mother and father, wearing the clothing of the druids of the claw. Her wild lime green hair translucent in this ghostly form.
Broll looks at her
Brol: Anessa.
He looks to his wife.
Brol: My love.
He drops to his knees.
Brol: Can you ever forgive me for failing to protect you?
His wife floats forward.
Broll’s wife: Broll. Darling what are you talking about? You’ve done everything in your life for us. There’s nothing to forgive.
Anessa: She’s right, dad. I’m just glad you survived. You don’t seriously blame yourself, do you? I’m a druid of the claw, just like you. I’m not afraid of death. I’m not afraid of what comes after. You once taught me the cycle of life and death is a beautiful thing. I’ve never been afraid.
Brol: How? How could you forgive me for everything?
Broll’s Wife: Because we love you, dear.
Broll’s wife puts her hands on either side of his face and presses her forehead against his.
Broll’s Wife: Please. For our sake, Broll. Let some of that love you carry for us into your own heart. For it is where we have always been, and where we still are.
There are tears in Broll’s eyes as he looks up at his wife.
Broll: You still love me? Even now?
Broll’s wife: Now… and forever.
Broll starts to break down and sob, and his wife and child sit beside him and wrap their arms around him. They start to cry along with him, and they sit for a long while. Eventually, Broll continues to ask more questions upon realizing his time is limited. He asks if they’ve been watching. If they’ve seen the people traveling with him. He asks if they suffered. They didn’t, and they are together now. And he could feel the kindness he had shown to others on his soul. They tell him to nurture it.
Broll’s Wife: That love is what I fell in love with. It’s our time to return, Broll, my love. But we’ll never be far.
As the magic begins to fade, Broll’s arms pass through the magic–and for a moment they don’t completely dissipate as two small orbs of blue energy float where they were. They begin to rotate as the two wisps dance around Broll as they go above his head and go into the grove. Broll looks up and closes his eyes.
Vel gets back to her feet and puts a hand on his shoulder. She was crying. A big hand comes up and covers hers.
Brol: Thank you. Thank you, Velameestra.
Vel squeezes his shoulder in response.
From then on, Vel finds that wisps have tended to flock around Broll more. It’s hard to tell if they’re the same ones. But they never seem to be far. Maybe they were even the same wisps they saw when they first met Broll.
—
For a bit, Daelin and the rest of the Wavestrider crew were packing up their belongings to start heading back to Gadgetzan. Seria had elected Vel to come with her, and Seria was still disguised in her elf form. Many of the human children that had known the camp for their entire life were running around, excited about being able to go to the lands they had heard about in the stories, and the two are able to find the remains of Daelin’s command tent without much issue.
Daelin looks over and sees Vel, immediately offering a smile.
Dae: Good to see ya again, lass!
He then looks at Seria.
Dae: Don’t think I recognize you.
Daelin narrows his eyes, recognizing the clothes she was wearing. She requests the other marines give them the room, and the few other sailors that were there with him nod and head out.
Dae: What can I do for you ladies?
Ser: We need to talk.
Dae: Do we now?
Seria shifts to her true form.
Dae: Well, if it's’ going to be one of these talks…
Daelin reaches down and grabs a flask that he takes a big sip from.
Vel: You may be surprised, captain.
Dae: Not a lot surprises me anymore, lass, but I’ll take your word for it.
Ser: It’s about your grandson.
Daelin raises a brow.
Dae: I’m listen’.
Ser: Since he doesn’t seem to be listenin’ much to his friends, perhaps he’ll listen to his elder.
Dae: About what, exactly?
Ser: Your boy’s too reckless.
Dae: Aye. Likely gets that from his father. Got examples?
Se: Multiple. He was hanging off a bridge over a cliff during the fight a few days ago. I tried to pull him up, but he kicked me off. Vel over here had to use her magic to stop him from tumblin’ off a fall.
Vel is clearly letting Seria do the talking, but she nods to confirm.
Dae: Alright. Sounds pretty stupid, but there’s a but here I’m not seeing. You and I both know Uther wouldn’t jump into a waterfall for no reason. What aren’t you tellin’ me?
Ser: He was tryin’ to save a life, but he was also injured himself. He wouldn’t have survived that fall.
Daelin puts his flask down and pinches his brow.
Dae: So what do you want me to do about it?
Ser: Again. To talk to him, because his friends and allies talking to him don’t work. He done it multiple times since I joined this group. From what I’ve heard myself, he’s already died once.
Dae: Aye. Also in the protection of the innocent. That be his tendency.
Ser: Just seems like he’s willing to throw his life away for anything.
Dae: Why you be the one to tell me? Seria is it? Why do you care about this?
Ser: I already almost lost my own life due to him and his actions. He says he’s a leader. How many people are gonna follow someone who is so reckless? I’m just tryin’ to prevent..
She struggles for the words.
Vel: She’s looking for someone to give him wisdom that we don’t have.
Dael: And you think I be the one that has it?
Daelin sighs.
Dae: Listen here, lasses. I be knowin’ this situation is a lot more complicated than I like. Your crew ain’t the kind of crew I be used to. Seems to me, there be more problems that need to be addressed than just this. But that’s none of my business. I tell ya what. I’ll talk to him, and I’ll tell you what I said here. And I’ll see where that discussion gets us. But a captain doesn’t give up on the members of his crew. That lad’s got a big crew he’s got to handle. But a captain doesn’t do it alone. So to make somethin’ clear. For whatever reason he chose to do it, girl, I’m glad ya pulled him out of there. And Velameestra I’m glad you used your magic to stop him from going over the edge. Tell me one thing. Did he at least save the person he was trying to?
Seria shakes her head no.
Dae: Damn shame that.
Daelin takes another swig from his flask.
Dae: That all?
Ser: Yes. Thank you for your time.
Dae: Aye. Just don’t get used to it. You’re here on the word of my grandson and on the respect for the people we’re sharing this grotto with. But you and I would be much better off if we’re not crossing ways again.
Ser: I really wonder if you’d be saying that if I looked more like my other half.
Seria shifts back into the elf form and leaves.
Daelin grimaces, and takes several drinks. There is a moment of stunned silence.
Vel: The unspoken part of that is she also cares about Uther.
Dae: She’s got a funny way of showing it.
Vel: I’ve personally given up on the talk about recklessness, and what to do and not to do. Uther is going to do what he’s going to do regardless of what anyone says. But, I think the advice Seria is looking for you to give him is the advice you would give to your daughter or your son. As they’re preparing to step into the role of a leader, anyway.
Daelin sighs.
Dae: Here’s the thing, lass. My oldest son is dead. My youngest swims like a rock. And my daughter learned more after she left me than I ever taught her. I don’t know what I can pass on.
Vel: Perhaps if there is something you wish you could. I’m going to be talking to Uther once we return to the Eastern Kingdoms and we get a grasp on what’s happened in our absence.
Dae: Aye.
Vel: But thank you for your time, Captain.
Dae: And thank you for your service, Miss Windrunner.
Vel leaves the tent. Daelin finishes another flask.
—
Remnii has a clipboard with many notes to keep things straight. She is busy, getting things done. A day or two after, she goes to find Vel.
Rem: Vel, a question for you. Can you still dream? Or receive the Dream spell?
Vel: The spell shouldn’t be a problem, but I don’t dream normally no. Though I haven’t in awhile, my protections prevent that.
Rem: I was going to do this later, but I’m uncertain of the timeline. There are a number of things in motion that I need to take care of. I… I don’t want to forget.
Remnii walks Vel to a more discrete area to speak.
Rem: I believe I want to show you something that may be pertinent for your people. Something that I wasn’t sure about, and not in a personal sense. But changing gears from the kaldorei, and the draenei for a moment, when I traveled with the orcish warband some time ago I saw a number of things that they likely did not wish me to see. Including where Frostmourne was made. And I have seen its creator, and I know of the weapon. Tonight if you have the time, I would like to show you. I’m afraid that it may beg more questions than answers, as it was a glimpse into something darker and deeper. But, before you hit the ground running, I would like to show you what I saw.
Vel: No of course if there is anything you can show on behalf of that, that would be appreciated. I will endeavor to get to sleep early so you aren’t kept waiting overlong. Rem: Very well. I shall see you tonight then. I’m sorry to spring this on you, but while I have you…
Vel: I understand you have a lot to think about.
Rem: Apologies, I find myself a bit scattered. I will talk to you tonight.
Vel: See you then.
Remnii scurries on to the next thing.
Later that night, Vel goes to sleep at a reasonable hour.
Remnii weaves the dream space in a neutral gray space that forms into a tundra and an empty Legion camp. Metal twisted structures hum with a green malevolence.
Rem: Hello again.
Remnii looks tired, and as thin as the day they met her.
Vel: What is this place?
Rem: This is Draenor. Not all of it. Draenor is vast… was vast… This is deep in a place called the Frostfire Ridges. This is post Legion invasion of course, this was once just a tundra. What I am going to show you is one station of countless. And at some point, if you ever wish to, I could show you the better side of Draenor. But today is not that day.
In the distance Vel can see tall mountains that look like volcanos. More of the Legion structures begin to build in front of them. Strange mechanisms rise out of the snow, including a tall spire half as tall as Sunreaver Spire. All of it looks portable, but that building is dug into the ground. As that forms the earth trembles.
Vel: So this was a camp?
Rem: Yes.
Remnii speaks nonchalantly. She falls into a lockstep, and Remnii is in manacles. The warband appears, they are faded and what they’re saying is muffled. More demons pop up, they are indistinct.
Emerging from the spire, they see a demon in a little more detail than the others. It looks similar to a dreadlord, but without wings. Its long taloned hands seem to be joined with a second set of arms. Over its right eye, there appears to be a spyglass. The exact words is uncertain, but this entity appears to be inviting them in. Remnii walks with the warband. Rem: Her name is Velateth. She is not a Nathrazem but a Tothrezim. Separate entities that work well within themselves.
Vel is a bit overwhelmed.
Vel: Allied species?
Remnii nods. Arthak and Azgadaan are chatty, but she keeps her head down.
It is bone chillingly cold in this building. Vel can see the breaths of everyone in this room.
Vela: I seek to create something. Something to rival the greatest creations that have been made across the great cosmos. Something to rival weapons such as the Maw of the Damned or Apocalypse. Any of those other blades shall pale in comparison to this magnanimous creation!
Vel sees dozens of strange forging devices. This demon is very animated as she speaks on these topics. Eventually the warband leaves, and Remnii almost follows them. She stops, and turns back to Vel.
As the scene fades and the tundra reappears, slowly the dream repairs to Remnii’s normal dreamscape. Comfortable pillows and stained glass appear. Everything is fluffy and soft and indoors. There is a click as the manicales fall away, though Remnii remains gaunt.
Rem: That is what I am able to tell you, outside of when Frostmourne was delivered.
Vel: The Maw of the Damned and the other weapons she mentioned?
Rem: I do not know all of them. But what I know in the limited capacity that I do was that the Maw of the Damned was forged by one of Kil’jaeden’s, one of the leaders of the Eredar people who once served alongside Velen. It devours life itself and in turn devours its creators. It is a fearsome and evil thing. She called it a trinket, and it took ten of her people to create it. And yet Frostmourne was created by her and her alone. As it was supposed to be a sort of magnum opus.
Vel: That explains why she was so animated about it.
Rem: The enthusiasm in which it was delivered to the Warband thereafter was nothing short of bone chilling. And I do not say this to demonize the people who have suffered at Frostmourne’s hands… or at it’s blade. But it is a warning, and something you could keep in mind. I would not condemn a people because they hold a weapon like this. But the weapon itself and it’s full capacity are not yet even known.
Vel: I appreciate the warning. And I don’t believe I will be forgetting it given the nature of the spell. I can’t say what I can do with it, unfortunately. There are people keeping an eye on Frostmourne, but really that’s the amount of knowledge I have currently.
Rem: Sometimes all you can do is sit with the information you have. And this is not me telling you that you need to do something about it, Vel. I simply might know a thing or two about where it came from.
Vel: I’ll keep it in mind. My contacts that are looking into it, if it proves valuable I’ll make sure it’s passed on.
Remnii nods. She sits down and still looks a bit distant.
Vel: That image there, that’s how you traveled with the Warband?
Remnii looks at her wrists.
Rem: Most often un-manicled. But they were in charge of myself and Samaara and much of the other Ati Kaso. When I met them, if I am being truthful, they were hunting me to find the Naaru that allowed them to open the portal in the first place. Myself, Yrel and Samaara in particular. Many died because of us. They were kind, they were protective when they could be. But we were not equals.
Vel: It puts some things into context. I’m sorry. For what that’s worth.
Remnii closes her eyes
Rem: I learned a great deal from them. And in a way I am grateful for their time. But in a way I still have much to think about in my time with them all the same. It was quite something coming into the space like you, Uther and the others all share. But, I do not regret it by any means. So I’m sorry if what I showed you was jarring.
Vel: It’s just a lot to process.
Rem: That I understand. If you have any questions, you know I am here.
Vel: I do. And I‘m glad we can offer you a space so you’re not walking around in chains. But thank you Remnii.
Rem: I hope that can be of some help in some time, or fill in some gaps. I suppose better sleep should be upon us now.
Vel: Indeed.
Vel looks contemplative, she may be making some hypothesi. But Vel lets the dream fade.
Vel finds Nobundo at the wreckage of the Exodar. She finds him near the gravesite that she discovered outside.
Nobu: So many dead. But so many alive.
Vel: I’m glad people are able to retrieve them. Remnii was concerned before we left.
Nobu: THere would have been nothing to retrieve if it were not for you all. You have my gratitude for saving what little we have left in this world. Allowing those who were killed to join with their ancestors after being sent beyond in a proper way.
Vel: We didn’t get a chance to formally introduce ourselves to each other. You’re Nobundo, correct?
Nobu: That is correct. And you are Velameestra?
Vel: Correct.
Nobu: It is a pleasure to meet you in a more proper setting. Tell me, what brings you to this place?
Vel: I was looking to speak with you, actually.
Nobu: So you are.
Vel: I was told you are the speaker for the dead, on behalf of the Auchenai.
Nobu: I am attempting to do such a thing. But it is hard to speak for the dead when so many who could hear them passed on. I witnessed magic to commune with the spirits. Uuna, correct?
Vel: Correct.
Nobu: Such techniques perhaps existed amongst the Auchenai that have been lost along with them. The fact that you have discovered such ways with your own magic is a testament to your ingenuity and your potential.
Vel: I was actually wondering if you could tell me anything about their practices? Remnii mentioned the Auchenai would have been an organization that would have been good for me to speak with.
Nobu: It would have been. There are few of them alive. Those who live are mostly acolytes. The leadership of the faith stayed behind. It is difficult to explain, but the faith of the draenei split twiceover. But the Auchenai faith it is old, older even then the Aldor. The Aldor faith is far from new, but did not gain traction until shortly before the schism between our people. But the Auchenai is far older than the golden ages of the Eredar. When our people were first forming, we have long lives as you have seen. Death by natural causes is not a common source of death. And so death is often paired with trauma, danger and tragedy. The Auchenai existed to ease the living to accepting those tragedies, those traumas. To let go of their loved ones. To help the spirits come to terms with the present. It was not until Velen that the Aldor faith came into being. Later with the exodus, when the Naaru first appeared to us. Their loss is a loss for all of our people. But one that Remnii does hope that she can cultivate once more. Though my knowledge is rudimentary I have offered to help her. If she desires it, I can ceed my responsibilities to her. She’s far more qualified to such things then I am.
Vel: I’m sure she would appreciate it. From what I observed of her, she’s been running back and forth since the Tichondrius situation was remedied.
Nobu: She has been running back and forth longer then that. But, now at least she runs with her people.
Vel: The acolytes of the faith. Would they be receptive to talking?
Nobu: I have no doubt they would. You can find them tending to the dead. And to the living who have lost. You have likely already met some without realizing it. But I will point you in their direction so that you may learn the ghosts of their faith. That they too might remember them. Perhaps you will come away with more wisdom.
Vel: I would appreciate that.
Vel spends some time with the acolytes. She learns about what their roles were. They function as death priests and grief counselors. They do seem to use necromancy, but things such as speak with dead. Some of the most powerful members could commune with the spirits of the dead, but that knowledge is long lost. The former leader Maladaar sacrificed himself and his inner circle to protect Shattrath. They didn’t all expect to die, but they were completely annihilated by something unknown. Thus, the faith only remains in those who remember it. She also learns that all priests spend time learning about it as well as the Aldor. The Auchenai were involved in the creation of Vigilants, souls of warriors that wanted to still serve that were bound to constructs to extend their service.
After all of this, Vel offers to teach Remnii Commune with Dead.
—--
A few days after the battle, the day where Tol’vas, Seria, and Zen’tabra were expected to go to the Moonglade comes. They arrive at the Moonglade without much difficulty, as Tol’vas had been there before. They are greeted by a beautiful glade with high mountains casting a beautiful mist. For a moment, it almost looks like the Emerald Dream.
The waters are crystal clear.
They are close to Nighthaven, and Zen’tabra comments that it’s a very nice place. Two faerie dragons flit above them, and Tol’vas mentions that after thousands of years, all that had changed was the town got bigger.
Zen’tabra suggests they go to see what the town has to offer… and attend the meeting as well.
Eventually they come to an area that had, somehow, become even more verdant. There are dryads tending to flora and fauna. One of them reaches up and takes a bird in their hand, and there are druids also caretaking the wilderness. Tauren and night elves are both here, and some of the druids are quite young–being guided by their elders to cast the most basic of cantrips.
Tol’vas’s aunt Qiana meets them and informs them that the meeting will be held at one of the shrines deeper in the grove. Originally they were going to have it at the Shrine of Remulos, but they had decided to move it at the last minute on Remulos’s advice.
Qiana also gives them a quick rundown on how things work. Namely, the Cenarion Circle was formed after the War of the Satyr and has more structure than the formerly independent circles. They come together as a council, but the archdruid of the Moonglad serves as a tiebreaker. Originally, it was Malfurion, but now Fandral was acting in his position.
There would be a couple dozen archdruids present. Each of the circles are led by one or more archdruids, depending on their size, and those are the individuals that Tol’vas, Seria, and Zen’tabra would be dealing with.
Ariesera, the dragon that had been helping in the fight, would also be present as a representative of the greenflight. While not all green dragons were druids, Ariesera herself was an accomplished archdruid and had actually taught many.
Qiana also continues to explain several other names that would be present.
Keeper Remulos Hamuul Runetontem (Archdruid of the Plains) -Naralex (Archdruid of the Fang) -Janthes and Andrenius Shadeleaf (Archdruids of the Claw) -Lilliandra Winterspring (Archdruid of the Branch) -Omnnuron Highwind (Archdruid of the Talon) -Elrethe Renferal (Archdruid of the Silk) -Rensar Greatfhoof (Archdruid of the Antler)
Qiana expressese to her nephew that she feels he has a real chance as long as he keeps his temper in check, is honest, and he doesn’t let Fandral get to him. Seria and Zen’tabra, however, she feels they have nothing to worry about, as they are likely more curious than anything.
Tol’vas and his fellows sit in silence as they wait for their summon, and they attract no small amount of attention from the younger druids.
Zen: So. Ya nervous, Tol’vas?
Tol: Yes and no? It’s the uncertainty of what kind of reception I’ll be getting.
Zen: What’st he worse thing you think they’ll be doing?
Tol: Well, they locked me in an eternal sleep for several thousand years.
Zen: Well. I certainly think that could be worse.
Tol: They aren’t ones to kill often.
Zen: So worse case scenario, ya get to take another nap. You’ll be fine! And if you need help getting out of here, well, just let ol’ Zen know.
Tol: I’d prefer not to run from my own people.
Zen: It would fuN!
Tol: No, I prefer to chase.
Zen: Ahhh, I bet ya do! You’re not nervous, are ya Seria?
There is silence.
Zen: Come on, ya can tell me. I’ll only tease ya a little bit.
A young night elf interrupts them. He asks if it’s true what they were saying, that he has the Scythe of Elune. On Tol’vas’s confirmation, the young night elf asks for confirmation that he’s Tol’vas Moonshadow. Upon further confirmation, the young elf starts to stammer a bit about how Tol’vas is a big name given he had helped to make the scythe of Elune. He also stammers that Tol’vas doesn’t seem like a cautionary tale in person… but upon tripping over his words, he wishes him luck.
The young night elf, Ethis, is abruptly called away by his teacher to return to his lessons.
Zen’tabra comments it seems Tol’vas already has fans, and Tol’vas smiles as he observes they wrote books. Zen’tabra laughs, noting they should try to get them to write down a more positive legacy next time.
Qiana whistles at them and gestures for them to come over. She quickly smooths down Tol’vas’s hair and straightens his outfit before wishing him luck and sending him in–leaving Zen’tabra and Seria outside for now.
Tol’vas steps between massive cairn stones into a large meeting chamber. He sees many, many druids present–just over two dozen. They are some of the most powerful druids across the world in this single room.
Janthes Shadeleaf gives Tol’vas a stern nod, and his younger brother Andrenius also acknowledges him.
An older night elf in heavy cloaks, Lilliandra Winterspring, meets Tol’vas with a cold, neutral expression.
Omnnuron Featehrlight is noticeable immediately due to his eagle-like mantle. He grips a thin totem that resembles a raven, but the wooden raven’s head turns to look at Tol’vas. His hand is covered with feathers, seemingly having started to take on aspects of his chosen circle.
A younger-looking female elf with mossy green hair and pink skin, Elrethe Renferal, is someone that Tol’vas knew. She was good friends with Malfurion. She waves at Tol’vas.
Rensar Greathoof, meanwhile, is a massive, bald-headed druid with an indigo beard and white-gray robes and he has two moose-like antlers and a crescent moon ornament dangling between them. He offers a kind smile.
Then there are the others Tol’vas recognizes. Hamuul is the only tauren present, and Remulos towers beside Fandral.
Rensa: Tol’vas Moonshadow. Thank you for meeting with us. We have a lot to speak of, but allow me to begin this with a reminder. Regardless of what happens here and what occurred, I would like to thank you for your part in bringing peace to Mount Hyjal once more. That said, we will need to come to a conclusion about what path we must take moving forward. And what role you will have in the future of the Cenarion Circle, and in our world.
Remulos: We have heard the tale of how you returned to these forests. All present are aware of the circumstances surrounding your flight. We have been informed that you were called forth from your prison by another who resided within.
Fandral scowls.
Fan: Ralaar Fangfire. Perhaps the most notorious amongst your former allies.
Hamuul: I believe all of us are aware of the history. Some of us more than others.
He looks to some of the older members of the Circle.
Hamuu: But I am more interested in things from your perspective, Tol’vas. Please, share with us your journey from when you broke free of the haze, and why you returned here in spite of knowing that doing so could be a risk to yourself.
Tol: I felt the pull. As I stirred, I tried to remain within the Dream, but I could not stop. Shortly after, I was pulled into his new pack. He told us his plans. His vision for how to rid the world of the Legion, and keep himself in charge of it. He wants to come here and change everyone. For whatever reason… I don’t know if I could put it into words, but something in me recognized the sheer wrong of it. Enough for me to wake up. He needed the scythe, and I needed to be away from him.
Andrenius: There is a perverse logic to it. I believe everyone is well aware of the efficacy of the form of the pack. I’m not surprised this Alpha Prime believes a unified pack under his banner would be indestructible.
Tol’vas nods.
Tol: The larger the pack, the more powerful we become. But I was able to regain enough of my senses to take the scythe from him, and I fled. I was able to regain control enough to take my original form, and I began to look for ways back. It is incredibly jarring to find a world where none of your people exist, suddenly. I got to one of the ports, and I waited to find a ship that would take me home. I knew you needed to be warned. The scythe needed to be as far from him as possible. From there, it was just learning how to… ride the storm.
Rensar: There were many who thought that the curse that befell your kindred… once the scythe was created, it was too reckless to be allowed to persist, yet here you stand. Capable of speech and rational thought and control. It is plain to see the Scythe of Elune resonates with you. It has accepted you in some manner. That is plain.
Fand: And yet we’ve yet to determine how you managed to steal that scythe away from Alpha Prime. Your superior, a druid more powerful than you and one who had a better understanding of the world… you plucked this important and powerful relic from one as powerful as Alpha Prime? How do we know you’re not here to spread falsehood?
Omnur: Come now, Staghelm. We have no time nor patience for such conspiracy. If nothing else, Tol’vas has proven he has no such desire. And were it the case, I find it difficult to believe the Scythe of Elune would respond.
Fand: Yet it responded to Alpha Prime, a monster that would see our world overrun by feral beasts.
Elre: Um, with all due respect, Archdruid of the Moonglade. I’ve known Tol’vas for a while… and respectfully I don’t think he could come up with a plan like that. You might not know him, but he’s more of a… well, see problem, solve problem guy.
Tol’vas shrugs.
Tol: I’ve never been a deep thinker.
Nara: I too can attest to his character. He rescued myself from the Nightmare and made sure he and his companions saved as many of my people as he could. Not any of us were bit in our sleep. He had plenty of opportunity. Furthermore, I can’t see the purpose of bypassing such an opportunity for a longer game. From the testimony of Belysra Starbreeze, Tol’vas and Ralaar did n ot get along well to begin with. Though I am curious how you managed to weasel the scythe from his grasp, I’m assuming it’s because he underestimated you, or overestimated his own control.
Tol: I don’t think he expected any of his pack to turn against him.
Lillia: That you did is telling. Clearly, our understanding of Goldrinn’s curse is incomplete. There is much more that needs to be learned. Our rudimentary knowledge of the druidic ways 9,000 years ago have led to a great many decisions. Some of them have built what we see today, but others have imprisoned our kindred. I would ask you this, Tol’vas. Regardless of the decision of the Cenarion Circle, what do you want to do? Now that you’ve warned us, what path lies before you?
Tol: There are still worgen in the world. They’re my responsibility to bring back, or if its impossible, then they need to be dealt with. There are far too many people who have died or changed because of one choice I made.
Lillia: What of Alpha Prime?
Tol: I’ll have to contend with him one way or another.
Lill: It seems your destiny is tied to his, one way or another.
Ariesera, in her half-dragon form, had been listening.
Aerie: From what I have seen of his actions, and I have heard of his intentions, I believe them to be pure. I sense within you the plight of those who shared your fate. Past, present, and future. And, certainly, you’re wise enough to not try and lie to all of us.
She smirks.
Aerie: I’m convinced. I’m ready to make my judgment.
Nara: As am I. I was before I stepped foot here. And after hearing that, even moreso.
Janthes: I’m curious. What future do you see with this boy within our circle?
Nar: I think it’s obvious. Tol’vas should be given leave to do what he seeks. This Alpha Prime has released an epidemic of ferocity and rage on a land beyond our control. He seeks to fix that. I say we let him, and allow him to bring the scythe to do sos.
Fand: Don’t you think that’s hasty?
Nara: I don’t think it is. We’ve already seen what sitting and waiting does. If we keep sitting and waiting, Alpha Prime will build this Wolf Cult, and eventually he will come here. You know what he’s saying is true. No one has heard from Belinda Starsong in a very long time. If the scythe was in his hands, we know her fate.
Fand: Don’t you think it would be wiser to keep the Scythe where it can be protected? Delivering it to Alpha Prime’s claws seems unadvised.
Rena: Yet with the scythe Tol’vas has regained control. It may be the key. If he is to be given this chance, I believe it would be wise to let him take the scythe.
Elreth: Tol’vas also had an intrinsic connection to Goldrinn. That connection is worth a lot, and it may be the salvation of the worgen if they’re lucky.
Fan: Very well. I suppose we’ll take a vote. All in favor of allowing Tol’vas to continue this errand on behalf of the Cenarion Circle, after which–should he prove successful–he will be recognized as a full fledged member. If the ayes have it, you will return with other trusted members of the Circle, to put an end to this Cult and Alpha Prime’s designs. And with it, perhaps isolate this worgen curse before it spreads further. Afterwards, we can speak more on your future. All in favor?
As Fandral looks about, Naralex is the first to say aye. Ariesera, Hamuul, Rensar, and Elrethe join him.
Lill: I would add an addendum. The fate of Belinda Starsong is one we need to uncover. If you can find it, I will vote for this if you add such an addendum to your goals. Should you agree, I have somewhere you can start.
Tol: I will see her fate.
Lilli: Then you have my agreement as well.
Many other archdruids agree. Janthes votes against, but Andrenius votes for. Fandral votes against Tol’vas, but Remulos votes for.
Fan: The ayes have it. Tol’vas Moonshadow, you are recognized as an interim member of the Cenarion Circle operating on behalf of the stability and balance of Azeroth. You will return to the Eastern Kingdoms and accomplish the goals set before you. You will do so while maintaining the balance and serenity of nature, and you will ensure the worgen curse does not spread further than it already has. Do you accept this and the duties you have otherwise accepted?
Tol: I do.
Fand: Very well.
Lillia: Then I would suggest a first place to visit. The Shrine of Melthandris.
Elreth: I haven’t even thought of that! The Howling Vale.
Tol’vas waits for further explanation.
Elre: It’s an area along the border of Ashenvale and Felwood. It’s a shrine dedicated to the protection of the Scythe of Elune. After the War of the Satyr, it was stored there and watched over by Nalthrandis Starstong. Belinda Starsong’s aunt and the wielder before Belinda. Though she lost her life, the shrine acts as a tomb. When Belinde took it… there’s a pack of worgen in the vale. Called so because of the echoing howls. If those worgen are still there, well few have gone to the Howling Vale for fear of infection. The worgen don’t try to leave. You may be able to learn something, and you may know some of them.
Tol’vas smiles.
Tol: Seems like a good place to start.
Nara: Very well. I believe that’s all we needed to discuss with you, Tol’vas. Thank you, and congratulations.
There are bows of honor offered.
Fan: Yes. Welcome to the Cenarion Circle, Moonshadow. You’re dismissed. Thank you for your time.
Tol: I look forward to working with you more, Archdruid.
Tol’vas bows and leaves. As soon as Tol’vas exits, he sees his aunt pacing.
Qin: So?!
Tol: I’m not being locked back up.
They immediately slam into each other with a hug.
Qian: I’m so relieved. I’m going with you. Wherever you’re going.
Tol: I’m going to the Howling Vale.
Qian: Oh. I meant when you go back. But I can show you where it is.
Naralex then shouts for Seria and Zen’tabra and Zen’tabra enters with a bit of a explosion of personality. Fandral speaks up that Zen’tabra and Seria are a bit of a curiosity, as it was unknown to the Cenarion Circle that any members of the Darkspear were practicing hedge druids.
Zen: If ya want to invite me to your club, Fan’dral, I’d love to join.
Fan: That’s a possibility. But first I think we should speak on where you learned your magic.
Zen: I be glad to tell ya! A long time ago… well, not as long as ya be thinkin’. I be visited in my dreams by the loa Gonk, the guardian of shapes. He be teachin’ me that there be more to life than just walking on two legs. I could walk on three, or four, a thousand, or none! He taught me, and I taught others. Others that realize there be more to our lives. There’s a whole wide world out there, and we can spend it without being devoted to one loa or another. With all due respect!
She looks at Remulos.
Zen: This be a wide world and it needs to be protected. I be glad to be a member of that protection in my own humble ways. This right here!
She puts a hand on Seria’s shoulder.
Zen: She be the child of one of my first students. Kala. Though she not be here today, Seria is here today. She has learned those lessons, and she’s taken them to heart. She’s protectin’ nature, she’s protectin’ life, and she be an extension of the loa’s will. There be more of them, of course. I got a couple of students that I be makin’ over the years. They spread their own teachin’s.
Omnur: I see. So there are more people who have learned from you and this loa?
Zen’tabra nods.
Zen: Each and every one of them makes ol’ Zen’tabra proud!
Rensar: So I’m to understand this situation, shan’do Zen’tabra. You have learned this magic directly from the wilds, and you’ve taken these teachings and refined it into a potent amount of duridic training.
Zen: That be the long and short.
Rensar: That is… no small feat. A feat that has only been replicated a few times in our history.
Zen: Ya know, I say that flattery don’t get you anywhere, but that’s not true.
Zen’tabra winks and rensar chuckles.
Ren: You are kind. You have the skills and heart of a teacher. I feel it would be foolish not recognize those accomplishments, and those of her students. I believe it would be wise of us to create a new circle. One for you and your students. Your teachings seem to be incongruent to those of our own circles, so if you would be willing to share your wisdom with us, we’d be glad to welcome you pending approval.
Zen’tabra smiles and looks down at Seria.
Zen: What do ya think, Seria? This be your decision as much as mine.
Seria blanches for a second, unsure of what to say.
Zen: I can’t do this alone. Do ya think we be up to it?
Ser: It would… help us.
Zen’tabra smiles.
Zen: We would be honored! If the rest of the archdruids think it be a good idea.
Naralex sighs.
Nara: I’m not sure if it’s a good idea, but I do agree nonetheless.
Zen: I knew ya would come around, my friend!
The vote is unanimous amongst the archdruids to welcome them in.
Rensa: Well then. It is with my pleasure that I welcome you to the Cenarion Circle, Archdruid Zen’tabra of the Circle of…?
Zen: Oh I guess we need to name it! Oh… I didn’t think this through. Seria. What do you think? We could do Circle of the Isles… the Circle of… what do you think?
Seria menbtions Circle of Shapes.
Zen: Good one! Circle of Shapes!
Rens: Unorthodox but… fitting.
Rensar smiles.
Zen: Ya make an ol’ troll blush! We may be small now, but we be sure to ensure the Circle don’t regret given’ us this chance. I look forward to learnin’ more and teachin’ more! Of what it means to be a part of this world. From a different perspective.
Fand: Then I believe we’ve adjourned on business. Archdruid.
He looks at Zen’tabra.
Fand: We will need to appraise you of our future endeavors.
Zen: I’d be glad to!
The group starts to disperse and Zen’tabra picks Seria up and spins her around.
Zen: We did it, Seria! We actually did it! ‘Dis is gonna b the start of somethin’ big! I can smell it!
Seria is a bit stunned by the sudden activity.
Zen: I couldn’t have done this without you, Seria. There’s a lot we gotta do! For starters, we should make sure the others know!
Tol: Hello, for starters, as one of the others I want to know.
Zen: Oh! We got recognized as a full circle of our own! You’re welcome to join, Tol’vas!
Zen’tabra laughs.
Zen: I guess we’re coworkers of sorts, huh?
Tol: I suppose it does.
Qiana: Congratulations, both of you. They don’t make new circles everyday. This is kind of monumental.
Zen: That be a word that could be used to describe me more often, I think!
Qiana laughs and expresses they’re going to get along fine. Zen’tabra agrees. Tol’vas asks if he has to join a circle, and Qiana suggests that he may have the opportunity to create a circle of his own–in earnest this time. Depending on what they find.
Zen’tabra also suggests that Seria looks for some other opportunities to do some good on the Eastern Kingdoms, and also let Sahdi know. She also mentions that there are a few other names Seria could look into–a few of Kala’s fellow students.
Seria agrees, and Zen’tabra mentions there was something else she wanted to give her–a title of Seria’s own: Zen’seria.
Zen’tabra grabs Seria by the cheek as she elates how proud she is.
Zen: But no more of this or Auntie Z will start cryin’! Lets get to work.
Tol: Ya know, there are young impressionable night elves you can suck in.
Zen: Oh! I know! What do you think I’m gonna be doin’ while Seria is off savin’ the world!
At that moment, they hear a familiar voice: Tyrande.
Tyr: I didn’t know you would all be here. I was going to see Malfurion, Tol’vas, if you would like to come?
Tol: If you don’t mind me.
Tyr: I wouldn’t. I think you deserve to see him.
Shandris, who is with Tyrande agrees, and Zen’tabra bids them all farewell as she heads back with the druids to get appraised on everything.
