[Horde] Chapter Four: Session Forty-Eight
Appearing Characters: Arthak Saurfang, Azgadaan, Azuka Stormbreaker, Bakaz, Dentarg, Galforr Siegebreaker, Garrosh Hellscream, Ger'hel, Go'el, Gordula, Grotan, Jace Darkweaver, Jaraxxus, Jorin Deadeye, Lantresor, Levia Blackflight, Mindirinokonolophonias, Nyxxa, Rehgar, Rokara, Sadras, Shaspira, Skal, Varok Saurfang, Viridius, Zaela, Zul'jin
September 18th
As Zul’jin and an assembly of Amani warriors enter, they find their space within the circle of the meeting. Zul’jin looks around.
Zul'jin says: There be some new faces around here, mon. And a few that be missin’.
Arthak Saurfang says: Correct. There have been changes in the last day or so, but it’s good you arrived, Zul’jin.
Arthak briefly explains the new situation to the Amani leader. Zul’jin chuffs and crosses his singular arm onto his side.
Zul'jin says: Here I thought we be fightin’ the Alliance, but you be out here pickin’ fights with your own kind. I trust you’re done with the infighting so we can get back to the real war, ya? I not be mad to see Blackhand out of the picture. Not a big of him. And the old man ya brought with ya… he be all talk. I not be carin’. But you’re fightin’ yourself. A snake that eats its own tail only got one mouth, mon, and without your reinforcements coming… whatcha plan be lookin’ like?
Arthak Saurfang says: Well… unfortunately, right now, the war is tricky. As you said, we don’t have our reinforcements from the Legion, which puts us in a… position of two options. Thankfully we have the winter to work out which one to chase, but, on the one hand, if we continue this war and intend to win, we’re going to need more allies. More reinforcements. Things that can make up for what we lost when we cut ties with the Legion.
Zul'jin says: There be a lot of ifs there, warchief.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’m not a fan either, but I’m not going to lie to you. The other option is we look for a way out. Not immediately, but once an opportunity presents itself. Without those ifs, we can’t win this war. And we didn’t free ourselves from the Legion just to be eaten by the war they fed us into.
There is a long moment of silence as Zul’jin scratches at his chin beneath his violet mask.
Zul'jin says: Oh… I be thinkin’ I see what’s goin’ on ‘ere. I be thinkin’ I know what be changed ‘ere. Because this not be soundin’ like the Arthak from last time, but last time… ya had Gul’dan nippin’ at your heels, mon. This Legion that fed ya into this war and spat ya into our lands and set you at our enemies… it don’t be a war ya want to keep fightin’. So now ya be thinkin’ of turnin’ tail and goin’ back on your words–they weren’t your words, were they? They were a little act, while my people bleedin’ died to secure your victory against the Alliance. Ya be makin’ a lot of promises last time, Arthak, and now ya expect me to let ya go back on all of them like it be nothin’?
Arthak Saurfang says: No, I don’t. You are right, this is not a war I would personally want to continue fighting. We were manipulated, and long term it is going to hamstring our people for when our real enemies come back. But… promises were made to your people. So. I am glad you’re here. There are… a few ways I think we can move forward.
Zul'jin says: Oh this should be good.
Arthak Saurfang says: Obvious one, you terminate our alliance here. We become your enemies, but obviously your people are survivors. The Amani, well, always survive. So, you leave, we end up on your list of enemies, and when the time is right you get your vengeance just as you will against the elves as you’ve been planning. Other options, we keep the alliance going, we continue fighting, but now it’s not our war of conquest, it’s your war of vengeance. We fight beside you, but we walk away here knowing that, at some point, if we can find a way out of this war, then we will take it. You will be given plenty of warning–we won’t abandon you mid-battle, but at some point, maybe, we will go, which gives you time to get as much elven blood on your axe as you can, and to plan for what happens after we leave–which could be going back to the obvious option. Work with us until we leave, then we end up on your enemy list. That’s for you to decide. Third option, join the Horde. Not an alliance, but actually becoming one of us. At that point, you’re kin, so your enemies become our enemies. We may still look to find a relocation, but we don’t abandon your war. You become one of us, then your war becomes our war.
Zul'jin says: You be talkin’ a bit game, Arthak. To say that our war becomes your war with one hand, but with the other… makin’ plans to turn tail. You know what you be askin’ me. You’re askin’ me to be okay with givin’ up on our land, where the Amani, where the empire itself, be born and was strong. It blood runs through our veins, and our blood in its soil, and you want us to give it up. No I don’t think that be an option, mon. These lands be our lands. And that be how it goes. Zul’jin gonna pledge his axe to no one who be leavin’ these lands behind. But…
He scratches his chin.
Zul'jin says: I don’t be stupid, mon. Even splintered, your people outnumber ours. For now, at least. Even then, we know these places. I be smarter than that. But… I ain’t afraid to prove a point. After all, the Amani survive as long as one of us survives. That be a threat as much as it be a promise. So I got a question for you, Arthak. What do you be wantin’ from all of this? With the war, with us, with the elves, with the humans? Paint me a picture, Saurfang. What does the world under your gauntlet look like?
The future of the war seems to be on everyone’s thoughts. Garrosh is watching intently, but he’s hard to read.
Arthak Saurfang says: Best case, we find some place to live other than this continent. Other than you, for now, almost everyone else wants us dead. If we stay here, our people are going to be at war for generations upon generations–and not a useful war at that. I want us to find somewhere else to live. Someplace where we can build and plan for the Legion’s return, because they are going to come back. They were driven off before, and they came back with us. They will come back again, maybe with someone worse than us, but regardless they will come back. After everything they’ve done, I want to kill them. I think the Horde needs to kill them. For us to be ready for that, we can’t spend the next hundred years waging border wars with humans and elves, so we find someplace else, ideally someplace we don’t need to conquer. We build our strength–the elves and humans, if they know what’s good for them, let the oceans be a barrier. And as for you, you either come with us and accept that sometimes you don’t get things back–we have an entire world we came from that we’re not getting back–but you can build something new elsewhere. And make that better. And then, who knows? But I don’t want an enemy out of you. I generally like you, Zul’jin, I like your people, and I respect your hate. I’m the warchief now, which means I need to think about what’s best for my people, the same as you do for yours. So in my best world, we leave, we build, we kill the Legion, I finish what my father started and take another titan’s fucking eye, and then we figure out what’s next.
Zul’jin laughs.
Zul'jin says: You got a lot to learn about bein’ a leader, Arthak. A lot to learn about what decisions need to be made, about where to make friends and enemies, but ya be right. Winter be comin’, mon. Even the Amani don’t be fightin’ at our best. Now that the lack of the elves’ magic has returned this place to how it should be. But it’s gonna be a long winter, Arthak. A long, long winter. I know it. The witch doctors see it. But when the thaw comes, the war’s gonna begin again. And when it awakens from hibernation, I hope the orcs will be smart enough to be on our side. Ya say ya don’t want to be my enemy, Arthak. Well you’re not gonna be my enemy until ya leave these lands without payin’ the dues that you said you would. But if you and your Horde decide to leave, and I don’t have me head, and if the rivers don’t be running with the blood you said they would… if the Amani don’t be gettin’ the weapons and strength ya promised, you best be runnin’ across that ocean real fast, brother. Zul’jin don’t be afraid of no Legion, and Zul’jin not gonna fight your war for ya when they come back for ya. Unless you be makin’ that up to us. Stay warm, Arthak. It gonna be a long, long winter.
Zul’jin turns and starts to head out of the building. A few of his warriors hesitate for a moment as they cast glances across the gathered orcs, but they leave as well.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well, I can respect that.
Varok shrugs with a sigh.
Varok Saurfang says: Well, I suppose that works as good as any for a segue. He’s right.
Arthak Saurfang says: He is.
Varok Saurfang says: While the cold winter months may slow the war, it will begin again when the thawing season comes, and regardless, even with our forces we have, the Alliance will be stronger than us. We will gradually lose the ground we had.
Arthak Saurfang says: Even with the Amani, we need more, or we need a way out.
Garrosh Hellscream says: The Amani are powerful fighters, but I believe they overstate their efficacy in battle. You’re right, they alone would not hold their lands. If we seek to maintain our control, we would need to find more allies to replenish those we lost. Might as the Horde is, the small-teeth are persistent, and this High King has organized them well.
Arthak Saurfang says: Not to mention, eventually we will run low on supplies. Food. Armaments. We have land, but the war will eventually wring it dry.
Go’el considers.
Go'el says: When you spoke to the warlord, you said that if we could find another place we could live… that may not be such a bad idea. Finding it and getting there is another story, especially now that the Amani may be an axe at our neck if we take too long.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well, basically, we either commit or we can add them to our list of enemies. I can’t really blame them. From their perspective it’s a fair point. But yes, we either need allies enough to wind this war, or we need to find someplace else we can settle. Either one is a tall order.
Garrosh Hellscream says: There’s also the matter of Gul’dan. He and those that follow him will be a thorn in our side until they’re dealt with.
Arthak Saurfang says: On that front, I think I have answers. I’m confident I know what Gul’dan’s next main is going to be. Before the other day, through both Gul’dan and Lady Shaspira, I and my warband were going to be sent out to pursue a means to reopen the Dark Portal. We know where, we have some idea of what will be involved. They seek to reclaim the Scepter of Sargeras and use it as a catalyst to reopen the portal. So, that is Gul’dan’s next move, I would wager. And I know where the scepter could be found, which is where Gul’dan and his forces will go.
Nyxxxa says: And fortunately for you, Arthak, you have allies that I should be able to contact in that location.
Arthak Saurfang says: Your people?
Nyxxa nod.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good. By the way, Nyxxa, I appoint you as the Horde’s official diplomat to the Illidari. For everyone else, the Illidari are an organization of demon hunters that originate from this world. They’re effective.
Gordula says: Well, isn’t that convenient!
Nyxxa says: Ah, yes, hi, I’m Nyxxa. I’ve met some of you, not all of you.
There are nods in acknowledgement.
Nyxxa says: But I’m glad I can be honest. I would reiterate, it is the Illidari’s intention… well, we’re in line with what your intentions are with the Legion, Arthak. If that is the route the Horde will take, we should be with you, I just don’t have the authority to make that official.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well, that’s a better start than diplomatic relations elsewhere today.
There are some grim chuckles at that comment.
Jorin Deadeye says: We know what Gul’dan’s goal is, then. We have a general direction, but that doesn’t help us determine what our next course of action will be. He will need to be stopped before he can do anything drastic, and reopening the Dark Portal would be a rather terrible thing–for our sake and the sake of this place we must call home. So what are we going to do about that while watching our backs in the war we are still participating it?
Arthak Saurfang says: I propose a small lead expeditionary force. We still have some ships I believe. At least the Broken Blade does. Should chieftain Stormbreaker lend us a ship, we can go there with the purpose of assassinating Gul’dan. If he’s dead, I don’t think even Teron’gor has the knowledge or power to open the portal. We take the scepter and make sure it can’t be used by anyone.
Rokara steps forward.
Rokara says: We’ve got a ship! The Frostwolves that is. We pieced it together from some of the vessels at the harbor. I’d be glad to offer it, as long as there is the warchief’s approval.
Azuka Stormbreaker says: The Summerfall is at the warchief’s command.
Arthak Saurfang says: I hate to cut our navy in half, but a second ship might be useful.
Varok Saurfang says: We will have opportunities to build more during the winter. And we still have some.
Arthak Saurfang says: We need the bulk of our forces here, both to ensure things stay where they are for the winter, and also to be ready for the spring.
Nyxxa says: Additionally, an expeditionary force could be helpful in finding places to go. I… have a similar situation to yours, Arthak. I might have some information, but I can’t say I’ll have leads… going somewhere may let us gather intel, and some Illidari will know more than I do. It’s better than nothing.
Garrosh crosses his arms.
Garrosh Hellscream says: I presume you would be planning on leading this expedition, warchief?
Arthak Saurfang says: As warchief, and as the sole leader of the Horde, it would be remiss of me to walk away from an active warfront even during winter. But that does lead to something else that needs to be handled. Separate from the war. If everyone will humor a quick digression.
No one speaks up against it.
Arthak Saurfang says: Everything I have seen over the last year or so, both in the execution of this war and in the twisting of the Horde towards the Legion’s purpose, has taught me something important. We can’t do this again. We cannot fall to corruption again. We cannot allow ourselves to be chained by anyone or anything again. So the Horde will have to change–we will have to change. The Legion used our nature to bind us, we worshiped strength, and so they gave us strength. Strength and chains. We also ensured that when we came together as the Horde, the way the Horde was organized would be easy to manipulate–easily subverted to Gul’dan’s purposes. The Horde needs more than just a warchief. Seeing to the destiny of our people is more than one person can carry, and trying leaves one vulnerable to pride and desperation. So, we’re going to change. From this moment, I am creating two positions of equal and shared power to the warchief to see to responsibilities that affect the entire Horde. I’ll also be empowering you all–the chieftains, the council of chieftains–to see to matters between clans that do not affect the entire Horde, and to act as a check on the power of the three of us. No one will have ultimate power. There will never be another tyrant or singular leader of the Horde.
Arthak looks at Lantresor, who was prepped with documentation to hand out to the chieftains.
Arthak Saurfang says: From this moment forward, as you read this, the position of the warchief will be look to matters outside the Horde for both diplomacy and war. I will treat with our enemies and allies. Hopefully more the latter than the former. I’ll also be creating the title of Farseer of the Horde, responsible for our spiritual wellbeing as well as our exploration of magics–determining what is safe, what isn’t, what can be used to better our people, and ensure our hearts do no stray from the ancestors again. It should be noted that whoever takes up these titles will be forsaking leadership of your clan for as long as you hold that office. So, Go’el of the Frostwolves, knowing that, will you serve the Horde as Farseer?
Go’el steps forward.
Go'el says: You honor me with such an opportunity, warchief, but… without the approval–
Rehgar steps up.
Rehgar says: I second his nomination. I think Go’el would be the perfect Farseer, and the Frostwolves will stand behind you every step of the way.
Jorin nods.
Jorin Deadeye says: The Bleeding Hollow clan seconds that nomination.
A few other individuals echo that notion, and Garrosh smirks.
Go'el says: Very well, then I accept this honorable position.
Go’el turns back.
Go'el says: Can I entrust you and Nazgrim with the leadership of the Frostwolves?
Rehgar says: Of course, my friend. You don’t need to worry about us.
Rehgar gives him a pat on the back.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well, good. Here, take this.
Arthak hands Go’el the Doomhammer.
Arthak Saurfang says: That seems an appropriate mark of office. I will be borrowing it later to make mine.
Go'el says: You’re as welcome to borrow it as many times it allows, my friend.
There is a mixture of shock, which then quickly simmers down because “of course Go’el is worthy.”
Arthak Saurfang says: The third position will see to what lies within the Horde and will look inward–enforcing our will and the will of the warlord council to ensure the servants of the Legion or any others that seek to corrupt us from within will not get that chance. Garrosh Hellscream, will you accept the title of Peacemaker of the Horde?
Garrosh smirks at the irony of the title.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Well, I only think that it’s fair I get approval of my own.
Zaela snort-laughs.
Zaela says: Shut up and accept the position, Garrosh!
Arthak Saurfang says: Accept now or I give it to Jorin.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Fine! I accept. The Warsong clan will make do with other temporary arrangements until my father can return.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good. Now, Garrosh I believe you’ve established organization for yourself that has done much of the work.
Garrosh nods.
Garrosh Hellscream says: If there are any more members of the Shadow Council hiding amongst the true Horde, they’ll answer to me.
He glances at Go’el.
Garrosh Hellscream says: But they’ll be given a chance to make amends. One chance. Provided they have not already blown that chance, of course. But the Kor’kron stand ready to perform their services in a less clandestine manner.
Arthak Saurfang says: To great relief, I imagine. Representatives of the Iron March.
He looks at Galforr.
Arthak Saurfang says: Galforr, as you have served before, I would ask you serve still. My answer to the Kor’kron–a military force of the Horde, not bound by clan.
Galforr nods.
Galforr Siegebreaker says: The Ironmarch stand ready, and I know that I, for one, am honored to serve beneath a Saurfang once again.
Arthak Saurfang says: You have my thanks.
Varok Saurfang says: As for the warfront while you are gone, Arthak, I’ll buy you as much time as you need. Find the traitors and bring them to justice. Should you and the others find more allies, or a new home, all the better. The Ironmarch will serve you well, but the clan will protect our people.
Varok offers a salute and looks at Galforr with a nod.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good. Now, the rest of you.
He looks at the rest of the clan representatives.
Arthak Saurfang says: Look over these words. Understand how the Horde will work from now on. The three of us will see to the needs of the Horde as a whole, you will see to the needs of the clans and you will come together to negotiate. You will keep us from growing too comfortable with our power, and we will do the same for you. The Horde stands united, not by one orc or one leader, but by the efforts of many.
Dentarg looks down at the parchment.
Dentarg says: Will all due respect, warchief, a query for you and the rest. We read these words and commit them, but what of those amongst the Horde that do not? What shall become of those who refuse?
Arthak Saurfang says: A difficult choice is ahead of them then. The Horde needs to change if we are to avoid the mistakes of the past. Those who would refuse to adapt, my position as Warchief–as it exists now–would be that they be given a chance to leave in peace. If they do not wish to change with the Horde, then they can look elsewhere. Perhaps find Gul’dan’s people, or perhaps find a place with the Amani, or strike out on their own. I will not make anyone bend to heel. If they choose to not be a part of this, that is their choice.
Garrosh Hellscream says: This Horde, our Horde, protects our own. As a certain wolf I know is so fond of saying, we hunt together, or we die alone. If anyone is opposed to these changes–well, I suppose they’re free to choose the latter. This world is different from Draenor, but it’s no kinder. One sole orc will have trouble finding purchase, let alone strength for survival.
Arthak Saurfang says: I would ask anyone uncomfortable with these changes recognize that survival is about chance, and that chance is never comfortable. Give it time. Be a part of it. Be a part of this. Walk away now, and the story ends. But stay with us and the Horde, and you have a hand in shaping it. That’s the point of this. Not just one person deciding our destiny, but many of us.
Dentarg nods.
Go'el says: If there are any that are open to counsel, I would be glad to speak with them if they are struggling with these ideas.
Garrosh Hellscream says: And if they don’t want to speak, I’ll knock some sense into them.
Arthak Saurfang says: Or they can talk to me.
Garrosh Hellscream says: I guess that’s an option too, isn’t it?
Garrosh laughs.
Dentarg says: As you say, Arsenal. We will ensure that all who remain read these words.
The other clans echo the words.
Arthak Saurfang says: I had some thoughts about that. It might be good to have a meeting of minds that is not just the leadership. Part of the Horde’s strength is that every clan has its own ways and traditions. Part of our strength is the uniqueness of each clan, but another part is how we share it. A common understanding between clans allows us to hold on to what makes each clan its own, and allows us to work together better as a Horde. With the approval of the rest of the Arsenal, I would request that each clan pick amongst your wisest and most learned–whoever you think best suited–to come here tomorrow to talk and discuss and learn about each other. To argue, as will no doubt happen. I believe I have something to begin arguing about.
Lantresor goes around and hands out more parchment.
Arthak Saurfang says: These are my ideas, informed by my learning. They can’t be the foundation of the Horde moving forward. So meeting with my second, Lantresor, and the others–tear them apart. Discuss them. Figure out how these ideas can be used for the Horde and for each clan. However many days it takes to yell at each other, take it back to the clans and spread it.
Go’el smiles.
Go'el says: It has been many generations since our people had the opportunity for the Kosh’harg. Fitting we’ll be able to do it again.
Jorin Deadeye says: There is still one problem, Warchief. This expedition is well and good, and we could likely get it together in a month or so… but the blockade is still a concern. Even a couple vessels could be problematic.
Someone enters the chamber–a Broken Blade scout–who whispers to Azuka.
Azuka Stormbreaker says: Um, Warchief. A number of small-teeth were recovered at the coast of the bay. Survivors from the wreckage of the destroyed ships. They are being nursed to health by the Broken Blade. They are in stable condition.
Levia Blackflight says: If we got a bunch of their people who survived, maybe we can use them to barter a few ships through their blockade. Just a thought.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well, along those lines, we also have a wealth–I believe–of prisoners of war that can be leveraged.
Nyxxa says: Needless to say, it’ll take some time to set up the expedition in the first place. If you need my help, or any of our help, to facilitate this–those of us who do know common.
Levia Blackflight says: I’d be willing to fly out there with a few as a gesture of good faith. Don’t know if they’d listen to a felblood, but it’s worth a shot.
Nyxxa says: Are you willing to take that risk?
Levia considers.
Levia Blackflight says: I mean, they probably won’t be able to hit me with the canon.
Nyxxa says: You’ll have a person with you.
Azgadaan says: I can go with you–if things go poorly I can teleport us out.
Levia Blackflight says: I… guess that’s an option… I don’t know how they’d respond to a full-fledged demon.
Azgadaan says: I can disguise myself, but it may be disingenuous.
Rokara says: I have an idea! Why don’t we throw two of them on a boat with a letter, and they can go back and explain to your people. We’d need to make sure we can get a response, but it won’t put any of us at risk.
Arthak Saurfang says: We can start with the blockade, but wintertime is as good a time as any to exchange captives. We may be able to get some of ours back. But we can start with the blockade.
Varok Saurfang says: A sound plan. I’ll be able to look into that when we return to the warfront.
As the meeting starts to adjourn, they hear some bustling at the front.
Ger'hel says: There is one thing I would like to bring before the Arsenal, if you don’t mind.
Ger’hel steps into the meeting chamber. There are some whispered words and chattering.
Ger'hel says: I’ve been apprised of what happened. I think it’s quite an interesting way of organization, but you still gave me your word, Warchief, and I have come to collect the debt that is owed to me.
Garrosh blinks.
Garrosh Saurfang says: Ger’hel… when Arthak told me of your survival, I wasn’t sure I believed it. Good to see that you’re still here.
Ger’hel glares daggers.
Ger'hel says: I’m not here to speak with you, Hellscream.
Arthak Saurfang says: No, you’re here to speak with me, and then with your sons.
Ger'hel says: No words need to be said.
Go’el looks between Ger’hel and Arthak.
Go'el says: Glad to see you returned from Outland, Ger’hel. I suppose this is something that needs to be addressed now.
Ger’hel looks around.
Ger'hel says: For the rest of you, I am Ger’hel–formerly of the Thunderlords and mate to Fenris Wolfbrother. And the two traitors who lead my former clan are kin-killers responsible for ending the life of their own father in dishonorable combat. The Warchief had promised me their heads, and in return I promised him my strength. It is through his strength and mine that the demon Mannoroth was laid low. I fulfilled my end of the bargain, and now it is time for him to uphold his.
Grotan and Skal blanche, but Grotan steps forward.
Grotan says: Mother, I’m glad to see you’re alive. When chaos–
Ger'hel says: Don’t give me excuses, whelp. You know what you did. The murder of your father is on your hands as muich as your treacherous snake of a brother. But the Warchief deprived me of claiming his head, so I’ll claim yours in its stead. Only when your skull’s been parted from your body will my mate’s spirit rest. For your cowardice and what you did to your kin and your clan. You should be honored I agreed to give you an honorable death at the edge of a true warrior’s axe. For it is far more than either of you deserve.
Grotan says: If our blood is what you seek, Ger’hel, then we shall accept your challenge. But if you would just–
Ger’hel cuts him off.
Ger'hel says: No need for words then, boy.
Skal says: Mother! Listen to him. You owe him. You owe us that much.
Ger'hel says: Do you accept the terms of the Mok’gora, worms?
She draws her axes.
Arthak Saurfang says: They have the right to respond to your challenge. I support your right to make the challenge, but they have the right to state their piece before they deny or accept.
Grotan gives Arthak a nod of thanks. Ger’hel’s grip loosens slightly and she grunts, but pauses.
Grotan says: You’re right, Ger’hel. We’re cowards. We could have tried to stop our brother, but we didn’t We couldn’t. He was the strongest–how could we have done anything? You know him. He would have struck us down if it would have given him what he needed. But you’re right, we were weak, and we didn’t stop him. When the Kor’kron came to us–when Fenris, our father, denied them–the three of us spoke with Garrosh and the rest. Some of us were moved by their words. So we agreed to help. But after they left, Hatock began to speak that father was unfit to lead, that one opposed to change–one who wished to deny the Kor’kron’s vision… he began to plan. I tried to convince him to challenge him to a mok’gora, but he knew he wouldn’t win. My words were not enough. We failed. Him, you, and the clan. Death is a worthy punishment for that failure, but that failure lies with me–not with my brother.
He looks back at Skal.
Skal says: Lies! You lie, brother. You failed to convince him with words, but I gave him the tools! I could have deprived him of the weapons and poisons, but I was too afraid. I thought he would take them from me, and he would kill me and kill you. If anyone is to blame, it is I, not you.
Grotan says: Don’t do this, brother.
Ger'hel says: I’ve heard enough. Both of you are weak cowards. And both of you have failed. You failed your clan, your kin, and each other. The Horde grows stronger with your deaths. Take up your weapons.
The two brothers look at each other, and there is irritation, but then acceptance as they take up their weapons. Garrosh scowls.
Garrosh Hellscream says: You’re not going to let them do this, are you? The real culprit has already been brought to justice. Words are one thing, but senseless death over weakness or failure is another.
Go'el says: This is a difficult decision. You gave her your word… and they do have a responsibility in their father’s death, but there are other ways. The Horde has seen a great deal of death. Two more may not seem like much, but the choice is yours, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: Beyond the fact I gave my word, Skal, Grotan, you say your mother’s charges are true?
Grotan says: We sought anything but our father’s death… but yes, it was our cowardice that led to it.
Arthak Saurfang says: Debts come due. All sins are remembered.
There are signs of general agreement by some, but not all–but no one stands up to question the challenge.
Arthak Saurfang says: We have all done things that we shouldn’t have, and we have not done things that we should. But it is not unto us, and those who have committed crimes, to determine the penalty. You lost your father through inaction, and you took away your mother’s mate. This is her price. I mourn it, but I will not deny it. You are charged with cowardice, and die with courage.
Grotan says: We… accept the terms of the mok’gora. And of the Arsenal’s judgment.
Nyxxa says: Though perhaps it is not my place to say as an outsider, but I cannot help but feel that this is mistaking vengeance for justice. It’s fine if it is, but there is no reason in vengeance. Thus I do not believe there will be any reason in this.
Ger'hel says: There will be reason enough–that is what matters.
Nyxxa says: If that is what you believe.
Ger'hel says: There is so little left to believe in. That is the path I walk.
Nyxxa nods and stands back. Silence falls on the room, and Grotan takes up his spear. Skal takes up his hunting axes. The mok’gora begins.
The brothers dash in and try to outflank Ger’hel–Grotan using his spear to keep her at a distance while Skal goes in for a series of rapid cuts. Multiple wounds are sustained by Ger’hel, and she narrowly misses the brothers several times. The two of them fight well, and Ger’hel starts to slow down–unable to land a hit on either of them.
Ger’hel is pushed on her back foot, and the two charge.
Grotan says: For the Thunderlords!
Ger’hel smirks, and there is a flash of steel as her axes connect. The action stops as the brothers’ headless bodies slump to the sides. Ger’hel tears Grotan’s spear from her shoulder and throws it on the ground as she looks at the corpses of her children.
Ger'hel says: It… is done. And with it, the bargain has been fulfilled on both ends–you have upheld your word.
Ger’hel approaches Arthak as Garrosh scowls at the bodies. Go’el closes his eyes in silent prayer. She then drops to one knee.
Ger'hel says: I have fulfilled my purpose and now find myself bereft of one. And so your purpose is now my purpose, as promised. The Black Thunder will herald the change of your Horde. And until my wounds catch up with me, my axes shall cleave through those who stand against you.
About half of the other Thunderlords present leave, taking the bodies of Grotan and Skal with them.
Arthak Saurfang says: And what of those that followed you?
Ger'hel says: They are free to do as they wish. They may join one of the clans, they may fight, but I am not a master of a clan. I am a storm. Nothing more, nothing less. Should they chase the storm, they will find your glory, but they are free to do as they wish.
Ger’hel stands, and turns to leave. Arthak looks to his co-leaders.
Arthak Saurfang says: Then, with the permission of my peers in the Arsenal, I would accept you into my service, Ger’hel.
Go'el says: The Horde can use the strength of any warriors who would pledge themselves to it. We would be honored to have your strength, despite its cost.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Your axes were bought with the blood of two good orcs, Ger’hel. Regardless of what deeds they committed, or what sins they perpetuated against you, do not let that blood price go to waste.
Ger’hel looks at Garrosh.
Ger'hel says: No price ever is wasted. No cost is ever forgotten. The storm will rage until it is silence… long from now. And then my bloodline will be silenced. On that you have my word, Peacemaker.
Ger’hel takes her leave, and Go’el sighs.
Go'el says: The first hard decision, but I’m sure not the last.
Arthak Saurfang says: Not even the first.
Go’el nods and puts a hand on Arthak’s shoulder. Garrosh is still quietly fuming. Other clans also leave.
Nyxxa says: Orcs are… very different than who I would consider my own people. But thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak, nonetheless. As I understand, when we spoke of it, there is the matter of a legacy that needs to be cleared up, if you would have it.
Arthak Saurfang says: Are you talking about Broxigar?
Nyxxa nods, and Arthak sighs.
Arthak Saurfang says: By all means.
He pulls out a cigarette as Nyxxa explains to Garrosh and Go’el about the war 10,000 years ago, as well as the fact Broxigar was one of the heroes of it.
Nyxxa says: My people, and I believe many amongst them–many who are still alive–believe they owe they great debt. I cannot say for sure, and I am, I cannot be the one to bridge the gap. But if you wish allies from this world, this legacy is one you could leverage.
Varok looks at the rudimentary image that Nyxxa had conjured of Broxigar using illusion magic.
Varok Saurfang says: My brother… he did not die a fool and a coward, but somehow a hero from some misbegotten time on another world.
Nyxxa says: I don’t know how or why, but I have on reliable authority that the Legion both admitted as much and sought to hide it. I can assure you that I this happened.
Galforr smiles.
Galforr Siegebreaker says: Even now, Brox aides our people in unexpected ways. Your people, the night elves, they venerate him as a hero?
Nyxxa says: Some of them hold them in high regard.
Galforr Siegebreaker says: Then perhaps they’ll be able to provide aid to us. Though we’ve made no friends amongst these elves, perhaps they’ll see differently.
Nyxxa says: I’d recommend caution. Though these are different elves, they are similar in nature… any transgression against them could result in, well… burning that bridge before it’s even walked upon.
Jorin Deadeye says: And I presume the fact you’re a demon would probably complicate things?
Nyxxa says: The fact I’m a satyr alone is poison. If you are to do this, I should be nowhere near–you shouldn’t even tell them I told you.
Jorrin Deadeye says: Well, if they’re as good as these elves at finding information, I don’t think you’ll have time to hide. But, that’s an avenue. These night elves and their home… they may be able to provide us direction, if nothing else.
Nyxxa says: The Illidari might be able to provide some insight. Though they are touched by the fel and are not seen in the best light… they might have some insight. The Slayer, my leader, wishes to meet with Arthak personally.
Varok Saurfang says: They are located on the same place Gul’dan has fled.
Nyxxa says: Yes. And there is something that causes interference in communication…
Jorin nods.
Jorin Deadeye says: It’s likely you’ll be cut off.
Nyxxa says: I can’t get in contact with them either. I’ve tried.
Varok Saurfang says: Then I believe your mission will be twofold. Not only will it be important to hunt down Gul’dan, but if you can reach your clan, Nyxxa, and find what you can about how the night elves would respond… perhaps make contact, I believe it would be most beneficial if you and your warband could do that. You would have the best chance of negotiating.
Nyxxa says: Though I know you have mixed feelings, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: It’s an asset. I’ll use it.
Galforr Siegebreaker says: I’ll aid in any way I can. If you need my leadership on the expedition, I’d be glad to offer it. The Ironmarch awaits your command, Warchief.
Arthak Saurfang says: I can’t exactly utilize Ironmarch forces without having one of the leaders with me, and an old friend of Broxigar–someone who actually knew him–would be perhaps more useful than someone that just shares his blood.
Galforr nods.
Galforr Siegebreaker says: You honor me, Warchief. I will not let you down.
Arthak Saurfang says: As well, Chieftain Stormbreaker, if you’d be willing to spare my cousin, this is something she should perhaps be a part of.
Azuka Stormbreaker says: The warmaster was a member of Ironmarch, correct? It would be wise. So yes, of course, Warchief, provided she wants to. Oh, Warchief, there was one other thing. Admiral Gramgun is planning something. I’m not supposed to say what it is.
Arthak Saurfang says: Should I be afraid?
Azuka Stormbreaker says: Um… I don’t know how to–
Azgadaan says: Yes.
Arthak sighs.
Arthak Saurfang says: Noted.
Azuka Stormbreaker says: Nitrogg is involved too.
Arthak Saurfang says: Ancestors. Okay.
Azuka Stormbreaker says: I wasn’t supposed to tell you that, but you’re the Warchief, so I told you anyways. But it should help. That I can say.
Arthak Saurfang says: I look forward to this surprise then.
Azuka Stormbreaker says: I had a feeling.
Arthak Saurfang says: I may be reaching out to you about a few others I may wish to bring. They know the warband and how to fight with us. Many of your clan will be an ideal pick.
Azuka Stormbreaker says: Of course. You need only say the word, chief– Warchief.
As the group turns to live, Nyxxa picks up on someone following them.
Nyxxa says: Can I help you?
Unknown Voice says: If I’m honest, I don’t know if you can. But he maybe can.
They see an Amani troll. He’s tall and has various black tattoos on his bright green skin, and he has a wild patch of bright red hair on his head. He looks at Arthak, and then to the rest.
Amani Troll says: A moment of your time, warchief, if you don’t mind. I think there be somethin’ I want to speak to ya about. A follow up to your conversation with the warlord.
Arthak Saurfang says: Very well.
Arthak leads the troll into a private room where they could speak, and the troll leans into the shadows along the wall.
Amani Troll says: From the conversation, I get the sense you have no intention in continuin’ to stay around here.
Arthak Saurfang says: Not unless I have to.
Amani Troll says: Ya seem a resourceful sort. I have a feelin’ ya won’t need to.
Arthak Saurfang says: if that ends up being the case, then I guess I will have your warlord coming for my head.
Amani Troll says: Ya won’t be the first, nor the last. Let me speak frankly, then. Not all of us who follow the warlord think it be good to keep fightin’ this fight. With the orcs backin’ his claim to our ancestral homeland, that be one thing. We had that dream. Rebuildin’ the empire as it was, but like ya said, you got your own demons to be fightin’. Literal and otherwise. I’m not stupid–
Azgadaan says: Sorry to interrupt you, if you’re not stupid, what’s your name?
Amani Troll says: My name be Bakaz. I not be Amani by birth, but I follow him. Zul’jin be a hero, but the idea of Zul’jin ain’t somethin’ someone be born with. Every conflict has had a Zul’jin. This one want blood, and he ain’t afraid to spill any amount. He say the Amani survive. As long as there be one, but that just ain’t the case. If he spins us into a death spiral, then there be nothin’ left for us to rebuild. A war of vengeance ain’t gonna accomplish nothin’ if it gets us all killed. I hate elves as much as the next one…
He looks at Nyxxa.
Bakaz says: No offense.
Nyxxa says: Oh. I’m just an elf when it works against me.
Bakaz chuffs.
Bakaz says: But I’m not blind enough to let bloodlust get me killed. So I got an offer for ya. We can get a ship–a troll destroyer crewed by meself and my finest headhunters. We help ya hunt down this other end of the snake so we can finish swallowing it. We help ya find another place for ya to go. But in turn, ya be promisin’ that those that come with me–those that got the wisdom not to follow Zul’jin to the grave–be safe with your Horde. Dem’s me terms.
Nyxxa gets the sense this seems like a good deal, but Arthak feels like there is more to this entire thing than Bakaz is emphasizing.
Arthak Saurfang says: I like your offer. Frankly, I like it too much. The catch, what is it?
Bakaz says: Isn’t that obvious? Him said when ya leave this place, you’ll be his enemy.
Arthak Saurfang says: That is obvious. But there is something more, isn’t there?
Bakaz says: I’ve seen what you do to your enemies. I’ve heard of it.
Arthak Saurfang says: Ah. You’re counting on him coming after me, and you’re hoping he will.
Bakaz says: Ya said it yourself, your wars be my wars, and my wars be yours. I got me own reasons, but it be time for this Zul’jin to lend his tale to the grave.
Arthak Saurfang says: I see.
Bakaz says: I can’t promise a lot. Not everyone gonna be followin’ someone like me. Not against someone like Zul’jin.
Nyxxa says: Vengeance is a powerful motivator.
Arthak Saurfang says: Would more follow you should Zul’jin fall?
Bakaz says: Hard to say. I not be from the Amani tribe. Not originally.
Nyxxa says: If any follow you, that would be more than we had at baseline.
Arthak Saurfang says: May I ask which tribe you’re from?
Bakaz says: Revantusk. Small tribe in the Hinterlands. Maybe that’s why I not be throwin’ my life away for a land that’s not been in our hands for generations. The empire not be in the soil, it be in the blood. But the Revantusk… not many survived the troll wars. They had their lives thrown away, like so many others. All for vengeance.
Arthak Saurfang says: There are other types of trolls. Beyond those of the forests.
Bakaz says: ‘Das right.
Arthak Saurfang says: Even if we find another place, we are going to need allies.
Bakaz says: Ya think we be reachin’ out to other tribes? Don’t know how that’ll work. It not be often different tribes come together. Not without a proper warlord to break down the barriers. One of the only places different tribes from different empires can meet without killin’ each other… be the heart of Zandalar. But that be somethin’ different.
Arthak Saurfang says: Not a place for outsiders?
Bakaz says: Not a place to tread lightly. As long as you ain’t be an elf. Among other things. I can’t guarantee nothin’, but you could go.
Arthak Saurfang says: Here’s my counter offer then. You come, you help us, as you said. You and whoever follows you joins us as a clan. Equal standing with the others at the table. Zul’jin will do what he will, and I will do what I will, and we can predict where that will lead. And you do whatever you can to get me introductions in Zandalar–enough to at least make introductions. I want friends on this world. And I think you could be the first of many.
Bakaz says: Be warned, I cannot guarantee much more at Zandalar than gettin’ there. I can at least get ya there, if nothin’ else. I ain’t ever been there myself, but I always did want to take a look. Piece of advice, bring gold and lots of it. If ya be wantin’ to make waves and make an audience, a tribute be a good first thing to do. ‘Dat much I know.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good to know.
Bakaz says: But you help us carve out some place, we will do what we can. After all, like ya said, your war be our war.
Arthak Saurfang says: Become a part of the Horde, then you’re kin. I’ll have to confer with the rest of the Trimverate, but this sort of thing is my area. So. I think we have a deal.
Bakaz says: Then I’ll move forward expectin’ your silver tongue will do the work. My destroyer will find yours beyond the blockade. Then we be seein’ what we can find in these isles of yours.
Arthak Saurfang says: And after, we’ll see what we can build together.
Nyxxa says: So long as you don’t have a problem with my kin.
Bakaz looks at Nyxxa.
Nyxxa says: They’re estranged.
Bakaz says: There be time to hammer out the details… but I think that we can learn a bit of discretion. Especially since your people not be the ones who have been squatting on our lands for so long.
Nyxxa purses her lips.
Nyxxa says: Regardless of whatever issue the elves and trolls have had in the past, the Illidari are focused on a bigger picture.
Bakaz crosses his arms.
Bakaz says: If yer little Illidari be… gotten some of the high elves with ya, well…
Nyxxa says: We do.
Bakaz says: I guess we’ll need to figure that out.
Nyxxa says: I can warn them in advance.
Bakaz says: Might be for the best, mon. But if we be a part of the Horde, the warchief makes the shot. I make sure everyone understands that.
Nyxxa says: As long as you’re able to put bygones on neutral territory, it shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll do what I can.
Bakaz says: I don’t think we’re gonna be kissin’ and makin’ up anytime soon, but axes can wait to fly.
Arthak Saurfang says: To survive, we have to look to the big picture, and that sometimes means dealing with things we’d rather not.
Bakaz says: Like stealin’ a ship from Zul’jin and breaking a blockade of humans. I know a thing or two. I ain’t gonna throw that away to kill one or two elves.
Nyxxa says: I appreciate your assurances. I have no reason to doubt your word, but having it said puts me at ease. So thank you.
Bakaz says: I feel like I should be thankin’ you, but I’ll take it. I be sayin’ ya on the other side of the blockade then.
Nyxxa says: Best of luck.
Bakaz says: Don’t get yourselves blown up before then. Warchief.
Bakaz smirks.
Azgadaan says: Keep a look out for swimming demons.
Bakaz says: I be sure to do that. Thanks for the advance.
Bakaz nods and pulls his cowl over his head–then seems to melt into the shadows and disappear.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well. Diplomacy wasn’t as bad as I thought.
Nyxxa says: Despite the fact he’s incredibly shady, that was very refreshing compared to the others we dealt with. Somehow I feel cleaner.
Azgadaan says: Maybe it’s because we’re operating more in the open.
Nyxxa says: We can be honest!
Arthak Saurfang says: Not to Zul’jin.
Nyxxa says: That’s true, but he seems content to be your enemy if you don’t give him what he wants.
Arthak Saurfang says: What he wants is a war neither of us can win. Thankfully our new friend can see that.
Nyxxa says: Another order of business, seeing we can be open. One, I already mentioned I have the intention of removing the spell that suppresses some of my memories. And two, I’m looking to undoing the satyr curse.
Azgadaan says: I’ll help you where I can.
Arthak Saurfang says: Same.
Nyxxa says: Levia has been using her magics to help… Arthak, I think I’ve spoken of her before.
She shows an illusion of a satyr moment.
Nyxxa says: According to Levia’s vision…
She looks at Levia.
Nyxxa says: Could you reiterate?
Levia Blackflight says: I asked how she might go about doing this… and I had a vision where I saw her, and I heard her name. It was Nyxxa that said it, and it turns out she had the same dream that night. I don’t think that’s a coincidence.
Nyxxa says: Her true name is Driana but she goes by Fallen Priestess. She doesn’t like her name anymore, for reasons. But if anyone knows a way to find her location, that would be a helpful start. Not on the list of the things that need to be done right now, I just wanted to say this before I forgot.
Arthak Saurfang says: I can make inquires with Go’el. Maybe one of his shamans might be able to get some answers. I’ll mention it.
Azgadaan says: We can try to scry her, but with that damned storm I doubt we’ll have much success.
Nyxxa says: At least with that storm, Gul’dan will be cut off. Once he’s in and we’re in, no one can interfere.
Levia Blackflight says: At that point it’s kind of a race against time, I guess.
Nyxxa nods.
Nyxxa says: Speaking of that too… I intend to see if I can reach out to Khadgar again. Given the situation has changed, and we’re not racing to prevent the next portal, it might be good for him to know seeing he’s willing to listen to us. Unfortunately, I don’t know where he is… but I can use this.
She shows the wonderball.
Azgadaan says: I can try sending him at the location around Honor Hold.
Nyxxa says: From what he said last, I don’t think he’s there anymore. He implied he’d be leaving, and it would be some time before he could contact me.
Levia Blackflight says: If we’re lucky, he’ll reach out to you first.
Nyxxa says: Regardless, I thought it would be good to inform you all.
Arthak Saurfang says: Appreciated, and whenever you talk to him next, I would like to have another meeting with him. Circumstances have changed.
Azgadaan says: He might be reachable through dream–
Arthak Saurfang says: he didn’t like that option.
Nyxxa says: That was more how I planned to reach out to him since I don’t have options… given how it works, I might be able to ask it.
Azgadaan says: If you require a meeting with him, I could use a more powerful spell to bring more in.
Arthak Saurfang says: Nyxxa should ask him first. He was hesitant last time.
Nyxxa says: Still cautious. I don’t want to push too fast too quickly.
Arthak Saurfang says: Neither do I. There were just aspects of our conversation I couldn’t have before.
Nyxxa says: Indeed. And it helps to have a human listening, even if it would be foolish to move too quickly.
Arthak Saurfang says: He’s not a diplomat. But he’s someone with connections.
Nyxxa says: It wasn’t really relevant… but he is actually a leader of sorts. Hence why I hesitate to contact him more than we need to. If it’s discovered one of the leaders of a nation is contacting us, that could be very, very bad.
Arthak Saurfang says: Makes sense. Well. Run it by him. He’ll know if he can afford to do it.
Nyxxa says: I believe that brings us up to speed on a lot of things.
Azgadaan says: And Levia, whenever you want, I’ll help you out with your studies about what we can do.
Lev: Sure! Yeah. Right. That. Definitely. I’m sure we’ll have time to do that.
Nyxxa says: But, Arthak, when you have a moment, there is something more casual I want to talk on. It can wait though.
Arthak Saurfang says: What is it?
Nyxxa says: Concerning our last discussion about my friend. You brought it to my attention, so I want to discuss.
Arthak Saurfang says: Alright. Whenever.
Nyxxa nods.
Nyxxa says: Ups and downs today, but hopeful! I feel hopeful. You did an amazing job today, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: I made a promise. I intend to keep it. Thank you.
As the group leaves, Levia pulls Nyxxa aside.
Levia Blackflight says: Speaking of… all that. First off, I’m down to try that magic, but there’s something else.
Nyxxa cocks her head.
Levia Blackflight says: I, um… did some asking. And I learned something. I don’t want to give it to you unless you want it, but, well, I think I know what your real name was. Before all this. I think. I don’t know. I know a name, but something is telling me it’s connected to you.
Nyxxa says: How about this. We try the spell first, and depending on how I feel afterwards, I’ll ask then?
Levia Blackflight says: Sure. It’s pretty much burned into my mind.
Nyxxa says: Are you alright?
Levia Blackflight says: Oh yeah, I’m just pretty sure I can’t forget it. It’s your name. It’s a big deal. I know what it’s like to have something you don’t want to know.
Nyxxa pulls Levia in for a hug.
Nyxxa says: Thank you for asking.
Levia Blackflight says: Sorry for not asking you first. I didn’t mean to find our your deadname, but here we are.
Nyxxa says: I have complicated feelings… if what this spell does gives me back some of the memories I lost… that might change me a little, so my answer might be different. But, as I am now? Thank you.
Levia Blackflight says: Yeah.
Nyxxa says: If you could hang on to that. Even if I say no. It doesn’t do for me to run away from my past. If it’s in front of me, I need to face it.
Levia Blackflight says: Whatever you gotta do. I got your back.
Nyxxa says: So… shall we do this? I’d ask if other people could be there.
Levia Blackflight says: I don’t see why not.
Nyxxa says: I think, depending on what I get back… I may get memories back of someone I cared about that I was told is probably dead. I don’t know how to handle that.
Levia nods.
Levia Blackflight says: Wherever, whenever, whoever.
Nyxxa squeezes her tightly.
Nyxxa says: Lets go back.
Nyxxa gets Sadras and Azgadaan is able to teleport them back to the great tree. Nyxxa takes a few deep breaths, and consults the wonderball if she’ll regret it.
Wondrous Wisdomball says: Almost certainly… or maybe not. Hard to say.
Levia sits down with Nyxxa.
Levia Blackflight says: You ready?
Nyxxa nods, and Levia places her fingers on either side of her temple, and her fingers begin to glow softly. White light washes through Nyxxa’s mind, snowflaking out in each direction–and then it starts to unwind the magic, revealing the memories that had been sequestered away.
The first memories that come back are the first ones that would have been altered. The false memories of her attempted assassination on the queen fade away, revealing instead the memories of her conversation with the Slayer, and her conversation with Remnii in the dungeons of Lordaeron. However, they are quickly overwhelmed. Everything from the last fourteen years comes back.
She remembers the Illidari hideout. She remembers the names and the faces of her friends. She remembers Kor’vas–and the last time she embraced her. She remembers the Slayer and the pain of being cut down. She remembers dozens of Illidari–those who trained her, and those who trained alongside her, and those who didn’t make it. Those who lost control, those who needed to be put down, and those who took their own lives–only Nyxxa, Kor’vas, and Caria surviving.
She remembers being found stumbling into the grove and being surrounded by blades and burning green eyes. She remembers being lost, then found, and the pain and guilt and listlessness that was replaced with duty and purpose.
All of it comes washing back.
At some point, Nyxxa had started to sob, as the years of friendship with Kor’vas burned the most harshly into her mind.
It’s a lot.
Levia Blackflight says: Are you alright? Are you still with us, Nyxxa?
Nyxxa nods.
Nyxxa says: I remember them. Each and every one of them. My people. My friends. Kor’vas…
She’s crying, but she’s smiling. Sadras plops down next to her and rubs the small of her back.
Levia Blackflight says: We’ll find them again soon.
The last thing Kor’vas had said to Nyxxa was “if we don’t meet again, die well.”
Nyxxa says: I’m glad I can remember them. Even if they aren’t all there.
Azgadaan says: That’s good.
Nyxxa says: You can tell me, Levia.
Levia Blackflight says: Are you sure?
Nyxxa nods.
Levia takes a deep break.
Levia Blackflight says: Nhemai. It’s Nhemai.
Nyxxa says: Thank you, Levia.
Levia Blackflight says: I don’t know if you had a surname. I didn’t get that much.
Nyxxa says: That’s enough, Levia. More than enough.
The lights of the tree drift downward around them.
Azgadaan says: By the way, Nyxxa, I got something you may like. Something to… relax and possibly dinner.
Azgadaan had made the mansion portal next to the roots of the tree, and inside everything is forested and all the servants are cats. Nyxxa pokes her head in and starts to cry again as she hugs Azgadaan.
September 19th
Azgadaan heads over to meet with Flesh-handle Viridius at his station at Gramgun’kur.
Viridius says: Prince Azgadaan. It’s good to see you again. I trust everything is well even with the changes? I’m glad to see you are still around.
Azgadaan says: Speaking of the changes, it’s just Azgadaan now. I’m not really a prince anymore.
Viridius says: Ah, yes! I will update my records, both mental and physical. Apologies, I understand your situation is likely quite complicated.
Azgadaan says: indeed. And thank you. I come with two things on my… list. Were you able to get any info about Vaerux?
Viridius says: Ah, yes! It is interesting… there is not much about Vaerux in most archives. As you might expect, the Burning Legion archives are somewhat… edited. It seems this Vaerux was either slippery or died at some point, so it was difficult to track. That said, I did get a few pieces of information that might be interesting. It seems he was one of the first to become a satyr amongst a number of other names. He was responsible for spreading many more satyrs during the opening volleys of their existence. That information, mostly in the nature of records, is what I was able to find. However it does seem there is no record about what happened to him during the war. It's possible the Legion removed any mention, but it’s also possible there was just nothing to be said. The way it reads is that it was intentionally omitted. He was not mentioned again outside the first place I found–that means someone omitted him from the records, sparse as they were. Is this satyr still alive? Active? Operating?
Azgadaan says: I’m unsure how to answer that.
Viridius says: Of course! Well, if they are, they are very good at hiding. If they are not, they may not have done anything of note or they just stayed off the grid. Interestingly enough… most of the other first satyrs can be connected with who they were before. A few of them used the same names. I was able to find a registry of highborne names. Oftentimes the names used by the satyrs are a derivative of their true names. There were none that were similar or anagrams–none of them could have been perverted into a name allied Vaerux. Which means he either changed his name a great deal, or he was not a highborne.
Azgadaan says: Ah, thank you Flesh-handler.
Viridius says: Of course! You said you had another order of business?
Azgadaan says: I do. I would like to sell a spell exclusively to the Protectorate. One of my own design, one that may benefit both of us. Mainly because this appeals to a lot of creatures of vanity, and you can charge a premium on that.
Azgadaan goes into the details of his glamour spell.
Viridius says: That seems to be quite interesting! There are groups in the Consortium that would find use. There are similar incantations and devices that can perform similar things, but this seems to be more streamlined which can be used to no small effect. I’d be willing to purchase the knowledge of this spell in the capacity that I believe I have some clients in trade groups that could find use. We could come to an arrangement. This is much appreciated. I’ll draw up some documentation for it, and we’ll see that you are appropriately compensated. After a few standard moons, I should be able to see what we can pay you.
Azgadaan says: Happily.
Azgadaan also asks after some Hearthstone cards, which Viridius seems to have. While they are discussing, Arthak also approaches.
Viridius says: And this pack seems to be a limited edition–ah, Warchief Saurfang! Congratulations are in order. I have not had the opportunity to send you my well wishes and my apology for not attending your meeting.
Arthak Saurfang says: It’s fine, Viridius. Thank you. Am I interrupting?
Viridius says: Nothing imperative.
Arthak Saurfang says: This shouldn’t take long. Just two matters really. One is more immediate. As I am now the Warchief I believe it would be advantageous to expand your purview. Instead of being the diplomat to one clan, I believe you would be better served as diplomat to the Horde as a whole.
Viridius says: You would honor me! I would be honored in turn to handle matters of the flesh with any members of the Horde that require the services I can provide. I did just set up my business here, if that is alright, but I could perhaps get a few extra hands from the syndicates I work with to help me given the increased number of clients we could soon begin to have. I would be glad to ensure we can meet the needs your people require.
Arthak Saurfang says: Excellent. Whatever contacts you wish to bring, let us know and we’ll make space.
Viridius says: Of course. The independent contractors are not directly affiliated with any organizations, but they would be here in the same official capacity as myself and would work as liaisons tot he groups we deal with.
Arthak Saurfang says: Understood. Then, in regard to the Protectorate specifically, I had mentioned expanding our relationship. As Warchief I can eventually, soon hopefully, put more effort to that. At the moment we are occupied with our own conflict, but in the event such a thing is resolved I believe I have a business proposition that I’d be interested in putting before the Protectorate.
Viridius says: I can pass any offers you have on. I’m sure there is plenty of work your warriors could accomplish.
Arthak Saurfang says: And we can ensure this is an exclusive contract. The Horde will need better allies in the great dark, and when we needed your people’s aid they provided it. I intend to return it.
Viridius says: Of course, but I would remind you that the mercenary groups hold no loyalty to the Horde, and the Protectorate cannot get involved in politics.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’m not intending on your getting involved in our wars. You were simply able to provide help and we did pay, but we would like to return the favor.
Viridius says: That is a… noble and mutually beneficial gesture, one that I believe will ring true for the commander.
As they finish up their dealings, Arthak hears someone else calling his name.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Warchief!
Arthak Saurfang says: Mindi.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Uh…
He looks around nervously.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: I just wanted to congratulate you for everything… and I had a few questions about, um… me. And my future. Uh… given, uh, everything that happened a couple days ago. I just wanted to make sure it’s okay for me to stick around?
Arthak Saurfang says: Well, as a member of the Broken Blade clan, that decision is up to chieftain Stormbreaker.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Oh. That’s good. But, uh… what about… it might be good for us to iron out some details maybe?
Arthak Saurfang says: What would you like to know?
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Uh… do you mind if we go back to our place? I think it might be a bit safer at Mork’s house.
Arthak Saurfang says: Okay. Lead the way.
Mindi nods.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: It’s just over here!
Azgadaan says: Mindi does have a point. It needs ironing out.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Lord Azgadaan! You can come too. In fact, I insist it!
Azgadaan says: Okay. I’m not a lord anymore, just Azgadaan.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Oh yeah, you’re right! I guess that makes us the same rank, huh?
Azgadaan says: I guess. So. Viridius, how much do I owe you?
Azgadaan pays Viridius and he and Arthak follow Mindi to Mork’s house.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Welcome! It’s not much, but there’s plenty of room for me and Mork and his family! There are a lot of beds. You can fit a lot in here.
Arthak Saurfang says: Useful. Given his family.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Quite!
Arthak Saurfang says: What troubles you?
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Well. Less me and more you. And something we might want to have a bit of a discussion about.
His voice smooths out.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Do either of you care for refreshments? You might want to sit down, Azgadaan. I got some alcohol here. It’s not anything too great, but it might help take the edge off.
Arthak Saurfang says: Okay. No. That’s fine. Well I’m fine.
Azgadaan says: Go ahead. Also, I always had some thoughts about you in the back of my mind.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: That’s where I like to be. Off the grid. I’m surprised you didn’t catch on earlier, but I couldn’t let anything happen to Mork.
Arthak Saurfang says: I assume Mork doesn’t know?
Mindirinokonolophonias says: No. He doesn’t need to.
Arthak Saurfang says: Are you Rakeesh’s?
Mindirinokonolophonias says: I’m here, and I’m invested in your continued success. And the success of our mutual friend, of course. I can fetch other members of your warband, but I’d like to keep it to a small group. This pertains to something our mutual friend sent to me–communication between two individuals. I have that recording, and I’m going to be playing it. Go on, not-so-prince Azgadaan, you’ll want to take a swig or two of this.
Mindi hands Azgadaan a saucer of alcohol.
Azgadaan says: I’m not a fan of drinking.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Suit yourself then.
He pulls out a demonic recording device, and there are two voices that are played back. One is Shaspira, the other is Jaraxxus.
Voice of Jaraxxus says: Well. Shaspira, you’ve gotten quite the interesting predicament. Your pet project has exploded in your face, and now you see fit to drag me into it. How long were you planning on concealing my son and his presence from me?
Voice of Shaspira says: Lord Jaraxxus, I can assure you that everything I did was as measured as it could have been. I did not have the full scope of the situation between your son and you. I assumed his flight was a misunderstanding, not a deep rooted problem that could have been handled long ago.
Voice of Jaraxxus says: Watch your tone, woman.
Voice of Shaspira says: I’m stating as it is, Lord Jaraxxus. In case you are unaware, the fate of Azeroth is a situation that will reflect poorly on both you and I should it resolve unfavorably. But I made an error in trusting Azgadaan, that much is clear. I’m asking you to help me correct this error before it becomes a mistake that cannot be changed.
Voice of Jaraxxus says: I’m not surprised you need my assistance. The Horde has grown ambitious. Even those who followed you must be watched carefully. But I suppose that is what happens to the renegade pet projects at the hand of the Deceiver. We will bring order to the situation, and rectify it. We will do it swiftly and without deception amongst our own ranks. We will return my son to his rightful place so we may fix these… dreams and delusions of grandeur that your pets in the Horde instilled within him. We’ll meet at the Broken Isles. We’ll recover the scepter, and we’ll clean up this mess that you made.
Voice of Shaspira says: I look forward to our continued cooperation. I shall alert you when the Vitiator is ready to move.
Voice of Jaraxxus says: Good.
The audio cuts out.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: It seems that your dear old daddy is going to be more of a problem than you were hoping. You should also know your story has gone public. He was keeping it under wraps. He didn’t want others to learn, but there was only so much that one can do to keep such a story from spreading. The Renegade Prince they’re calling you! There’s a larger bounty.
Azgadaan says: Huh. So still a prince.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: I wouldn’t get too attached to the title. Demons will drag you in and earn what accolades they can.
Azgadaan says: How much is it?
Mindirinokonolophonias says: 100,000 rezzi last I saw. He’s pulling out all stops. Heightened security. Identity checks. You could make someone a very rich demon.
Azgadaan says: I bet I could.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: This may not come as a surprise, but it is now alive and only alive.
Arthak Saurfang says: If I may, what news has spread of the Horde?
Mindirinokonolophonias says: I don’t imagine you’re going to find many friends within the Legion.
Arthak Saurfang says: No I imagine not. But I was wondering if they kept that one quiet.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Not a public story on Argus yet, but that may change–especially once Gul’dan gets involved. It seems the Broken Isles are about to become a hotbed. A handful of demon lords and two hordes clashing together for the future of this world. I can’t wait to find out what happens. It’s only unfortunate I won’t be able to accompany you.
Arthak Saurfang says: That was going to be my next question.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: That is… unless you want me to. I was going to keep tabs on the situation here for my mutual friend, but I’m sure you could use a few strong hands, and I have no doubt Mork would be glad to put his skills to work for the Warchief.
Arthak Saurfang says: I will talk with your chieftain. That being said, I will be telling my daughter your affiliation. I will be asking her to keep it quiet, but I won’t hide it from her.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Very well. It is as you wish it.
Arthak Saurfang says: Respect. I will ensure your cover is not violated.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: I would appreciate that as well. I don’t want to abandon this host. I’ve become fond of it, and I don’t want Mork to lose his friend. You understand. In any sense, this has been wonderful, gentlemen, but Mork will be here any moment and I don’t want to give him a heart attack if he finds the Warchief dining in his own home.
Arthak Saurfang says: Understood. Give my regards to our mutual friend, and compliments of his choice of agent.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Your flattery is appreciated, Warchief. If you need to pass anything along, you need only ask. After all…
His voice changes back.
Mindirinokonolophonias says: Mindi is always happy to help!
Arthak nods, and he and Azgadaan leave the home.
That night, when Nyxxa goes to rest, there is a presence that begins to move into her subconscious. She allows it passage, and she sees a dreamscape unfold before her–a clearing. It’s a clearing where she did a lot of training to become a demon hunter.
On the other side is a night elf–one that is now familiar to her. He is tall and lanky, his hands out as he adjusts minor details. His most shocking feature is his wild hair that sticks almost completely up like a purple inferno of hair.
He turns to her and smiles. It’s Jace Darkweaver.
Nyxxa says: Jace! And… I’m not supposed to know that. But I do. Hi!
Jace Darkweaver says: Oh. You got all your memories back.
Nyxxa says: The situation has changed drastically.
Jace Darkweaver says: I see. But you’re alive. Well, it’s good you don’t need to panic. Nice to meet you again–but it’s not again. You got your memories. I’m glad you’re safe.
Nyxxa says: It’s good to see you again.
She runs over and hugs Jace.
Jace Darkweaver says: Ah! I see not much has changed.
Nyxxa says: I’m surprised not much did given how many memories I lost. But I should get to my report. There’s a lot of things.
Jace Darkweaver says: Probably. I have theories about that, but that can wait until later. I await your report.
