[Alliance] Chapter Four: Session Forty-Eight

Appearing Characters: Alleria Windrunner, Aranna Starseeker, Ariesera, Carpentos, Belysra Starbreeze, Elise Starseeker, Elissa Cross, Emmarel Shadewarden, Fandral Staghelm, Feronas Sindweller, Illidan Stormrage, Ishanah, Jarod Shadowsong, Jen’zak, Kor'vas Bloodthorn, Leyara Staghelm, Liiraluma, Lunara, Maraad, Minai Foreststar, Morra Starbreeze, Mylune, Naielle, Naralex, Remnii, Remulos, Riff, Samaara, Seria, Thalyss Greyoak, Tol'vas Moonshadow, Uther Menethil, Velameestra Windrunner, Victor Prestor, Yaala, Zen'tabra

August 3rd

When the group arrives in Timbermaw Hold, they notice that a few other night sabers had joined Ash’alah in the sliver of sunlight that was streaming down from the opening in the gorge overhead. Seria and Riff had returned to their elf forms.

Almost immediately, Seria opts to pull Riff aside as the group gets their bearings and starts to disperse.

Seria gives Riff a look.

Riff looks down and shakes his head.

He switches to telepathy.

Seria falls into silence, rather unsure of what to say.

Seria pulls Riff in for a hug.

Seria ruffles his hair.

Seria ruffles his hair more.

Riff smiles up at her and the pair goes off.

As the group makes their way to check in on everything, they hear a voice from above.

They look up above and they see the Unseen Path sentinel from before, and she pulls the hood down from her head–revealing tealish-green hair. She smiles and offers a small wave. Two other individuals are stationed with her–one of them is Morra Starbreeze, and Elissa freezes and her eyes light up. The other is a priestess with long, thick purple hair and reddish tattoos dressed in an amber half-dress: Belysra Starbreeze.

They head down from the ledge they were positioned on, and the Unseen Path representative bows her head.

Morra nods, and her eyes travel to Elissa with a fond smile.

Belysra smiles.

Elissa steps forward, wringing her hands. Morra smiles–the shortest of the trio of night elves–and Belysra also smiles.

Morra shoots a look at Belysra, and Elissa promptly hugs her. Morra hugs her back in an introverted way.

Elissa releases the hug.

She unstraps the blade from her hip and offers it to her mother.

She then also takes her holy symbol off.

Morra takes the items back, and she draws the blade–noticing the rune. She smiles.

Elissa blinks.

She wraps the holy symbol around her hand as Elissa takes the sword back.

Elissa and Belysra chat for a moment while Emmarel address the rest.

She grins.

Tol’vas shrugs.

Belysra glances at Seria.

Seria seems to freeze.

Seria nods stiffly. Emmarel looks at Elissa.

The trio of night elves head off to attend to their own business, and Elissa scampers after them so she could introduce them to her horse.

Remnii looks at Maraad with a soft sigh.

Her tail wags.

Remnii nods.

Remnii and Maraad go to report to Velen.

Vel goes to find some craftsman in search for a carpenter. There are human, draenei and furbolg carpenters, with some night elves on the way.

She has the portable hole out for measurements, and there’s a draenei looking it over.

Remnii sees this transpire.

Vel stops and turns, like someone with her hand in the cookie jar. Remnii looks over Vel’s shoulder.

Remnii has sparkle eyes.

Remnii looks battle serious.

Jarod is looking better. There are still bandages on him.

Remnii smiles.

Remnii puts a hand over her heart.

Remnii inspects the portable hole. From inside they can hear an “Oh my goodness!”

Vel ponders if she can just bring in the couch she has at her home.

Later that evening, one of the Rangari comes to find Remnii.

Tol’vas materializes next to her.

Remnii and Tol’vas go to collect everyone to greet the returning party. As they head to the location, they see a figure plummet straight from the top. Two others follow shortly after. The first one seems to be a night elf man–he has a similar headband as Kor’vas and Illidan, but he has silken white hair. His jawline is sharp and a handsome silhouette, but it is also rugged. He smiles.

Two more figures land behind him–Kor’vas and Illidan. Samaara seems to be climbing down like a normal person.

Illidan sighs.

Vel nods in greeting.

Illidan looks tired.

Samaara had arrived on the ground. She looks at the demon hunters.

Feronas deflates and Kor’vas puts a hand on his shoulder.

Remnii bristles as he abruptly fist pumps into the air.

They start to head towards a briefing area and Vel walks next to Samaara.

Samaara thinks for a long moment.

Vel nods.

Samaara gives Vel a look that says a thousand thanks.

The group begins to walk towards the meeting location.

The group looks around, and notices there are people.

Illidan’s brow furrows.

Tol’vas walks over and whispers in his ear.

Tol’vas then takes a big step back as Illidan stops, and his fists clench.

There is a roar, and they see Ash’alah sprinting directly towards Illidan–fangs bared. She pounces at him, and as Illidan starts to drop in a defensive stance they spiral together and Illidan disappears under the massive white tiger. She pins him down and roars in his face.

And then starts to lick his cheek.

Illidan sputters and tries to shove Ash’alah off.

He pins Ash’alah’s face between his hands.

They make eye contact, and then Ash’alah curls up and sits on a disheveled Illidan. He’s stuck there for a moment.

Illidan’s empty eyes close for a second, and he grins.

Remnii and Tol’vas offer glances to Vel that say “You’ve made a mistake”

Later, Samaara pulls Remnii aside.

Remnii’s eyebrows knit in consideration.

She smiles.

She seems thoughtful.

As the group convenes, it seems that Felwood was the center for a lot of corruption. The satyr sects in the area had been acting in a much more organized fashion, but they extracted information from one of the leaders and through them discovered they were reporting to a dreadlord. Feronas had been assigned to sabotage any demons in the area and find out what they were doing. Several demonic cults were culled.

Over the next two days, Vel creates the audiobook spell. And in the remaining time Vel goes to learn draenic from a number of people.

Remnii makes four sending stones over the next four days and attunes them to her own. Remnii gifts the seven pounds of hoof cream to Ishanah.

Remnii shows Ishana the eredar manicure kit.

Vel also talks with Alleria via dream and tells her the Zalazane stuff has been handled and if she could get her in touch with the Grand Magister.

August 4th - August 9th

Vel continues to try to reach Victor by forcing her magic around the disturbance with Uther’s aid–alternating nights so that she could recover from the blow back of the attempts. Most of the time she had been jolting awake with a nosebleed or other signs of mental strain.

On the third try, Vel is trying very hard–moving her own magic against the grain of the leylines. She gets to the point she was at the last time, but this time she feels like she got there faster. She keeps trying to push and she gets a little bit closer and she feels the tug of Victor’s consciousness. Right before she connects, she feels his presence disappear–and she is whipped back and the waking world.

The next time she tries a few days later, Uther maintains the vigil. This time she knew she was even faster. She pushes and pushes through the storm that is the laws of creation like a salmon swimming upstream for a millennia and she throws her magic against the grain–harder and harder.

Then as if she came out of the other side of a waterfall, that pressure is gone. She’s finds herself in a sheer white plane with geometric shapes of magic rent from her own mind–images of orderly shapes broken like an unfinished dreamscape. The air around her is almost electric, crackling with burnt out magic.

On the other side of the strange scape is Victor.

Vel starts to run at him, and she sees his face half-covered in scales with horns. He is shirtless with only trousers, his body half covered in scales. He is bewildered.

His voice echoes and repeats. The magic is starting to fray.

They run towards each other, but they cannot get any closer.

The scape begins to fade and the dream ends.

Vel wakes and grabs Uther.

Uther picks up Vel into a hug.

Vel hugs him back.

A few days after the group had returned, they start to hear more excitement, and Tol’vas and Seria sense life magic. Suddenly, a gateway opens in the midst of the gorge–the unmistakable glow of the Emerald Dream coming from within.

Tol’vas immediately approaches, and the first entity to step through is a keeper of the grove. His hair is dark green and his skin is a blue-teal color. His arms are covered in vines, and there is a thin layer of moss covering his elken body. His antlers twist around in vines and bone. There is a gentle demeanor in his eyes. Tol’vas doesn’t recognize him, but Broll steps out after him, as do a number of other figures–fey and otherwise.

He then pieces together that Broll had mentioned he was coming with Keeper Remulos.

Tol’vas bows, and Remulos looks him up and down.

He smiles softly.

Several faerie dragons had scrambled out of the portal. Zen’tabra also exited out of the portal.

She claps her hands together.

She sees Seria and squints–thinking she recognizes her in her elf form.

She pats the flank of Keeper Remulos–who does not seem to care. Thalyss and Naralex also emerge from the portal. Lunara and several dryads are also there, and after them a very small dryad peeks out.

She creeps out hesitantly, but then she sees the night sabers. She gasps.

She bounds immediately to the cats and starts to talk to them and pet them. Lunara and the other dryads snicker, and Lunara recognizes those who had visited her before.

Remulos nods, exasperated.

The last of the druids to step through includes the broad-shouldered Fandral Staghelm, the Scythe of Elune in his hand. However, it seems to have returned to dormancy. His daughter is with him, who is speaking with another night elf–however, her lavender-white hair has green horns piercing from it. Her eyes are keen, and seem to have a reptilian quality to it.

Tol’vas blinks, completely flabbergasted.

He looks quite angry.

He holds his hand out for the scythe, and Fandral looks at it.

Belysra appears.

Fandral looks between Belysra and Tol’vas, and then at the scythe.

Fandral glares at her, but then returns to the conversation.

Belysra smiles.

Fandral scowls and approaches Tol’vas.

He looks at Belysra.

Belysra smiles again.

Illidan strolls out.

Fandral scoffs and walks away, his daughter following.

The disguised dragon behind them clears her throat.

The dragon yawns and promptly covers her mouth.

Before too long, another–green–saber joins the other slumbering cats.

Some other druids start to disperse, two of them stand out. One looks like a normal druid and the other has a lot of knives.

Aranna spills into a draenei that was coming around the corner. They promptly tumble over each other.

The draenei squints–glasses cast from her face.

She starts to pad around for her glasses.

She holds out a pair of glasses.

The younger of the two druids puts them on her face and blinks as she looks around.

Elise puts them on.

The group goes off, discussing the glasses.

Tol’vas had been using his connection with the thunder wolf he summoned and he managed to summon it once again. There is a small rumble of thunder, and in a shock of lightning and life magic the wolf manifests.

The wolf looks around and smells the air.

Tol’vas shifts into his wolf form.

The two head off into the woods to hunt. Whether he realizes it or not, there are times when the wolf helps Tol’vas divine answers to questions he didn’t even know he had. They repeat the hunts on several instances, and one time where, as they were hunting, Tol’vas gets an exceptionally bad feeling. Tol’vas voices the feeling, and the duo sticks to the shadows to watch. Lo and behold, they see storm clouds start to roll in. Something doesn’t seem right, so they head back. The rain sinks into their fur, and it actually burns.

Acid rain had happened in the Felwood since it became corrupted. The warnings that Tol’vas was able to give was able to give the scouts enough time to protect their equipment. After the wolf leaves, Tol’vas lingers on that feeling he had and remembers it. He doesn’t feel it again, but he remembers it.

Zen’tabra had found Seria shortly after she got back.

Seria goes and hugs her.

Seria nods.

Zen’tabra winks at her, and Seria is quiet for a long moment.

Seria nods.

Zen’tabra cups Seria’s face in her hands.

Zen’tabra hugs Seria tightly and strokes her hair.

Seria looks up at Zen’tabra.

Zen’tabra smiles.

Seria nods.

Zen’tabra transforms into a large spider and skitters away with Seria in tow. They travel for about half the day through the underground, and eventually she transforms out of her spider form to investigate the area. There are signs of travel and primitive markings in druidic.

Seria continues to follow her for about another half hour. Seria detects the presence of large figures in the shadows, and the shimmering of eyes watching them. An axe comes sailing through, and Zen’tabra jumps out of the way–the axe burying itself in the ground.

As Seria looks around, the formless shapes emerge–revealing a half dozen dark trolls. All of them are wielding javelins and hand axes.

One more figure steps out. They are lightly garbed with hides, and have light-reflecting paint on their arms. They seem to be shorter than the dark trolls, but he is still taller than Seria. He has gun metal gray hair, and Zen’tabra ignites a small magical light. All the dark trolls squint away the light, and as Seria gets a better look at the figure, it seems he’s a half-troll. However, he’s half night elf and half dark troll.

He also seems to be a druid.

Jen’zak looks at Seria, who transforms out of her own spider form. He scowls at Seria, his bright amber eyes taking her, and he squints and squats down. He’s about 9 feet tall at his full height.

He holds his hand out, and Seria looks over at Zen’tabra for confirmation–who just gestures for her to go on. Seria extends her hand out, and Jen’zak clasps it gently before standing back up.

There is the sound of stomachs grumbling.

Jen’zak looks at Seria with a nod.

The group starts to head off and Jen’zak transforms into a large crocolisk that seems to be well-adapted to moving underground.

Maraad is the first one to see the giants emerge from the underground later that night.

The dark troll smiles.

The dark trolls seem to be a bit bashful and the brighter lights seem to be a lot, especially the Naaru.

Seria tells Zen’tabra the news about Zulfli, but does notably not tell her about Zuni.

Vel finds Riff, who is not playing with the other kids anymore. He’s hanging out with the demon hunters.

Vel notices that the forms that Riff is taking are a few inches taller then the ones he previously took.

Riff shrugs.

Riff nods.

Riff: That will be fun! Maybe I’ll see if she wants to do that.

Riff’s lip quivers and he gives Vel a hug, which Vel returns.

They go off to find Kor’vas.

Tol’vas finds Belysra hanging out with Elissa while her niece paints–admiring all the different paintings Elissa had already finished.

Morra nods at Tol’vas, and Elissa starts to talk to her mom as she also looks at the paintings.

Belysra holds her hand out.

Tol’vas grasps her hand.

The last few days, Remnii has chased Vel off from the hole while the “Hole Council” decorates.

Eventually, as Vel is working on one of her projects, she feels something impending as Remnii approaches.

Remnii is excited.

Vel follows Remnii, perplexed by her mood. Remnii looks like she’s going to say something but turns around.

Walking into the small space she can see a nook cut out of the wall, with shelving and drawers surrounding it. There are some pillows, not too plush, decorating the nook. There is a repurposed ship’s cot for her to sleep in.

Jarod beams with pride.

There is silence as Vel sits on the cot.

Remnii takes a step back to allow Vel to see the room. There is a long moment of silence as Vel takes everything in. There’s a hand that goes to her eyes to stop the tears.

Remnii looks back at the team and back to Vel.

Vel approaches Remnii to touch foreheads. Remnii’s tail flicks content.

Carpentos raises his hand to Jarod.

Jarod gives Carpentos a high five.

Vel gives everyone a stunned look of gratitude between adding things to her hole. After some time, Vel finds Remnii again.

Remnii winks.

Vel goes back to the hole to maybe cry a little bit. Remnii goes to craft other things.

---

The group from Azuremyst Isle arrives a few days after the group of druids arrives. Samaara finds Remnii.

Realization dawns on Remnii’s face.

Without a second thought, Remnii nods–somber.

There is a small exhale of relief, and Samaara squeezes Remnii’s hand before they head to meet the draenic reinforcements. They see Luma heading back to the artificers, and then they see Exarch Naielle. Her eyes fall on Samaara. Samaara immediately drops into a salute.

There is a long silence.

Samaara winces.

Samaara promptly drops the salute.

Samaara nods.

Samaara nods.

Samaara smiles in relief, seemingly near tears.

Remnii nods at Naielle.

She looks at Samaara.

Naielle smiles, and she goes to report to the others. After Naielle leaves, Samaara moves to hug Remnii–which is obviously returned.

A voice, in common, draws their attention.

It’s a night elf woman. She seems familiar.

Remnii cocks her head.

She was the priestess that was near death at the Azure Watch.

Remnii goes and gathers the group that had ventured to Azuremyst, and they also see the priestess that was on death’s door. She is quite pale, but she’s alive.

She nods.

She reaches to her side and pulls out a small cloth–withdrawing a simple necklace. There is a beautiful disc of jade or malachite at the center. Within the disc is a beautiful half-crescent moon.

Remnii nods and takes the necklace.

The woman bows very deeply and strides away to make herself useful.

The amulet is warm and refreshingly cool to the touch. There is a blessed enchantment on it, which Vel promptly identifies. It’s an amulet of the devoted healer. Vel folds the necklace back into Remnii’s hands.

Vel finds Uther building rapport with the sailors and his grandfather. He seems to be doing pretty well and is very popular. He knows a lot of jokes that the sailors would find funny.

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