Appearing Characters: Arborius, Arthak Saurfang, Azgadaan, Azuka Stormbreaker, Dornaa, Durak, Geya'rah, Go'el, Halno, Incineratus, Kalandrios, Kaviir, Kil'jaeden, Kroll Gravenight, Levia Blackflight, Lokra, Nyxxa, Phaedra, Sadras, Sorak Thunderforged, Thelamis
Outland Day 18
The elemental guardian of fire had been slain, along with the rest of the elementals in the area. Everyone seems to be in one piece, though they are in varying states of fatigue.
Sadras says: Is everyone alright?
Nyxxa looks over at Arthak, who had sat down to take a smoke.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’ll be fine after some rest.
Azgadaan says: Here. Take some healing.
Azgadaan uses cure wounds from his instrument.
Go'el says: Well-fought. It seems there is only one more remaining, but I can tell this is starting to wear on this. What should we do next?
Azgadaan says: I think we should take a rest.
Nyxxa says: May be good to rest at the Throne of the Elements and patch ourselves up.
Go'el says: In that case, we should try to make our way back down there. Hopefully this place will not lose much control in the meantime.
Azgadaan says: Sounds good to me. I can take a rest after being thrown off a cliff.
Azgadaan and Arthak opt to try and harvest from the fallen flame guardian. They are able to capture part of the fire elemental’s essence. Sadras tries to gather something from the revenant, but is unable to find anything in the busted and broken down armor. Azgadaan moves to harvest from the inferno spider, and he is able to pull off some legs, but magma then pours out and scorches his hand.
Nyxxa has Azgadaan send Levia and inform her that they would be resting at the Throne of the Elements for a night.
The group takes their wind walk forms and rise off the plateau to descend down the waterfall to the Throne of the Elements. They don’t see evidence of the furies, but they see figures that are likely Levia and the kids awaiting them down below.
They re-solidify, and Geya’rah runs to Go’el to give him a hug.
Geya'rah says: Are you alright? Did you succeed?
Go’el nods.
Go'el says: We defeated most of them, but they were more fierce than anticipated. We will try to return tomorrow. Are you alright?
Geya’rah nods.
Geya'rah says: We’re fine, father, don’t worry.
As the group begins the process of camping and taking their rest, they sense the magic in the air begins to tingle. One by one, the three pillars activate, and the three furies they had spoken with before begin to manifest again.
Kalandrios says: The waking ones return from the plateau! I am ever glad the winds have guided you safely here.
Arborius says: But I sense that your task is incomplete. One of the guardians yet remains.
Incineratus says: Yet no sign of Gordawg.
Kalandrios says: What do you have to to report to us?
Arborius says: What would you tell the water?
Kalandrios says: The air.
Incineratus says: And the fire!
Go'el says: When we arrived, it appeared the fury of earth had been slain by another of his kindred. We were able to bring him to heel and spread his essence back to the earth, but I fear that your brother Gordawg has been slain. Our wounds have gotten the best of us, and we intend to return tomorrow to finish our job.
Arborius says: That won’t be necessary.
Kalandrios says: You have already performed your duty admirably, even if you were unable to bring all the guardians to heel.
Incineratus says: You were able to bring three of the four elements to bear, and you have proven yourself.
Arborius says: I can bring my wayward brethren to heel now that they are uncontested. The cleansing of the plateau will be long, but one myself and my brothers will handle. You have performed admirably. We were uncertain if walking mortals like yourselves would be able to accomplish as much as you did, and it was presumptuous for us to expect you to clear all of them.
Incineratus says: It was by our absence and weakness this chaos broke free. It is right that we bring them to bear, and bring order back to our land and the elements.
Kalandrios says: What of Gordawg? His essence may have been devoured by this other elemental… have you brought anything from him that we may return his essence to the earth and a new fury may be born?
Nyxxa looks at Arthak and Azgadaan. Azgadaan opens the portable hole and they offer the horn they had taken. It’s almost as tall as Arthak, and it’s very solid and made of bright crystal infused with power.
Small snakes of energy flow from the three furies to test the viability of the object.
Incineratus says: You have done well in returning this to the earth. This horn still pulses with the endurance and strength of our fallen brother. In time, that strength and endurance will bear fruit in a new manifestation of the earth, and perhaps its stability.
Arborius says: Though that does raise a curious question… stability from strength and endurance, but in which of these facets do you believe is more important?
Incineratus says: Through strength may the new fury of earth have the might and power to prevent another tragedy. And with its strength may it keep this earth from shuddering again.
Kalandrios says: But with endurance, not even the greatest of hardships will be able to weather its stones. Strength may prove the might to hold from tragedy, but it is with endurance that one persists.
Arborius considers and then turns to the group.
Arborius says: And what of you, waking ones? What do you believe is more important towards the stability of the earth? Strength or endurance?
Nyxxa says: This place is in the Nether now… endurance, for sure.
The others largely agree, and the furies look at each other and nod. The tendrils of energy wrap around the horn and break it to pieces. Most of the stone crumbles aside from a small version of the horn. It lifts up on a small gust of wind, and holds suspended before the group.
Incineratus says: Then perhaps the strength of Gordawg will benefit you, as his benefit will grow and bury its roots into this earth, and foster stability. Consider this his last gift to you for releasing his misguided brother from his conquest. May his strength serve you well. We would also grant you boons and blessings of our own. We know what you seek, and these gifts will aid you in reaching it.
The earth churns in front of them, and a small pool of magma forms. A small, perfectly spherical chunk of magma rises from it.
Incineratus says: May my embrace grant you safety and guidance in your coming trials.
The wind swirls around the group and solidifies into a small pearl, which has a micro-tornado raging within it.
Kalandrios says: May my kiss grant you the levity and grace to overcome any trial, no matter how high, or how low it brings you.
Arborius says: Though you were unable to defeat my corrupted brethren, I will still grant you a blessing for the peace you brought my children.
A small mote of liquid water separates from the fury’s body and levitates before them.
Arborius says: Take these gifts, and with them, may you find the strength and the endurance to build stability of your own.
Kalandrios says: We must rest. Our strength has not yet returned, and we must regather our strength so we can bring stability of our own to this world.
The shamans and orcs kneel and give respect as the furies dissipate, leaving the plateau in silence.
Go'el says: You all have my thanks. It has been a very long time since the elements have responded, and I suppose without this we may not have discovered their presence this early… as dangerous as this was.
He shoots a look at Sorak.
Go'el says: We’ll return to Garadar tomorrow.
Nyxxa says: Though they said they could handle it, I’d like to keep an eye on it.
Go’el nods.
Azgadaan says: Just to ensure things go smoothly, I still say we go handle that water elemental… but that’s just me.
Go'el says: As much as I appreciate the gesture, Azgadaan, I believe this was more of a test. I have reason to believe the furies could have handled this themselves. They wished to assess our strength. I don’t think there’s much to gain. But if they need our assistance further, the other shamans will be able to handle it. I don’t know what we would find tomorrow, but if you want to do a flyover, we can.
Azgadaan says: Well, maybe next time if we have to do a trial we’ll have time to prepare.
He glares over at Sorak, and glances at Durak. Sorak just chuffs.
Sorak Thunderforged says: Forgive me, Prince Azgadaan, I was under the impression you were always prepared.
Azgadaan sighs.
Azgadaan says: Just be glad you have caring family--
Go'el says: Enough! We will deal with this tomorrow. I think we’ve all borne witness to enough strife. Sorak, we will speak tomorrow, but we have all earned rest. So take it.
Sorak shrugs and doesn’t engage further. They set up a small camp on the outskirts of the isle. They note that Go’el and Durak had had a lengthy conversation during the night. Their spirits are far from perfect, but they are at least better than they were.
Outland Day 19
The next morning, it’s windy, but the temperature is nice. The group takes their morning meal in silence, and Dornaa is able to recover some of the minor wounds that some were unable to heal.
Go'el says: Once we are ready to return, I can use my magic to ensure we can return to Garadar. But before we do, I believe there are things we need to discuss.
He turns and looks at Sorak, who has his arms crossed.
Arthak Saurfang says: We’re doing that now?
Go’el nods.
Go'el says: I think it best.
Arthak Saurfang says: Okay.... Okay.
Arthak immediately goes and punches Sorak in the face several times and sends him sprawling across the ground. Arthak then goes to back off, breathing heavily. Lightning crackles around Sorak’s eyes, and he holds his hand out. A chord of electricity wraps around Arthak to try and jerk him forward.
Sorak Thunderforged says: Not so fast! If you have something to say, come over here and say it, Arthak. Give me a fucking excuse.
Arthak is able to resist the lightning lure, and Sorak gets to his feet, looking furious. Go’el pulls Arthak back a bit.
Go'el says: That’s enough. If the two of you are going to do this, then you will do this the right way. I won’t stop you, but no more cheap shots like that. Don’t lower yourself to his level, Arthak.
Go’el shoots a look at Sorak, who spits some blood on the ground.
Arthak Saurfang says: ...Lets work this out.
Sorak scowls at Arthak and drops into a stance, magic rippling around his hands. They rush at each other. Arthak gets big and goes to punch Sorak, but both blows are dodged.
Sorak Thunderforged says: You should be thanking me.
Sorak’s eyes flash, his pupils dilating as he casts bloodlust on himself. He gets behind Arthak and manages to grapple him.
Nyxxa is standing near Sadras, who looks worried, but has also accepted that this encounter needs to happen. Arthak tries to punch Sorak again, but once more, he is unable to land a hit.
Arthak Saurfang says: A child, Sorak. Family.
Sorak chuffs.
Sorak Thunderforged says: We don’t have the luxury of being children anymore, Arthak, you should know that. And you’re one to talk about family!
Shadowy magic wraps around Sorak’s fist, and he attempts to punch Arthak with an inflict wounds, however Arthak is able to shove the blow wide. He then tries to get Arthak to the ground, but Arthak remains firm. However, he tries again, and he manages to force Arthak prone. There is another flash of magic, and a wafting essence of ice wraps around him--ice barrier.
Sorak Thunderforged says: You always think you have the answers. Every. Single. TIME.
He shoves Arthak’s face into the dirt. Arthak struggles to try and get free of the grapple, but his exhaustion is working against him. He uses his frost rune, and this time he is able to shove Sorak off him, and Arthak stands up.
Sorak tries to throw Arthak down again, but Arthak is too solid. Magic wraps around Sorak’s fist, and there is a ripple of magic, but Arthak is able to deflect the punch aside. Sorak tries the same combo, but it once again is not successful.
Arthak hurls a punch at Sorak, a blast of frost magic exploding back in his face. Arthak activates fire rune, but Sorak is able to resist the restraining chains. Arthak punches him again, but Sorak is able to keep his concentration up.
Sorak tries to trip Arthak up, but it is ineffective, as is the inflict wounds he tried to follow up with. Arthak lands another good strike.
Arthak Saurfang says: Run with a pack or die alone. How could you send Durak?!
Arthak spits at him, another fist connecting with the other orc’s skull.
Sorak finally manages to knock Arthak prone again, and he swings down with an inflict wounds punch--shadowy magic pulsing through Arthak’s body. He then plants a crackling totem in the earth, which launches a bolt of electricity at Arthak. However, it strikes the earth instead of Arthak.
Arthak gets to his feet and punches Sorak in the face once more, however Sorak grabs his face and sends another surge of shadow magic through him--blinding Arthak’s one good eye momentarily.
Sorak Thunderforged says: Who the hell do you think you are, repeating those words to me? Who the hell do you think you are! After everything that you’ve thrown? After everything that you’ve done!
Arthak continues to try and reckless attack, despite being blinded. He is unable to connect. The lightning continues to crackle around them, and Sorak knocks Arthak on his back once more. There is a crack of thunder as Sorak punches into Arthak’s face with a booming blade. And then a second one.
Arthak shoves him off and gets to his feet, sending a sucker punch into Sorak’s face. The bloodlust energy fades, and he staggers back. Arthak punches him again. And again. Sorak staggers again, but is able to barely remain standing.
The lightning from the totem slams into Arthak, and Sorak holds his hand out. Arthak’s armor begins to burn with supernatural heat.
Sorak Thunderforged says: There’s going to be a special place in hell for you, Arthak. Let me show you.
Things are getting a bit intense, but Arthak tanks the searing metal and grabs Sorak’s face with his burning gauntlets.
Arthak Saurfang says: You’ve had more than I have ever been given. So much family. So much trust.
The gauntlets’ heat fades as Sorak’s concentration fades from it. Arthak throws him to the ground, a handprint burned on the side of his face. Sorak tries to struggle back to his feet and reaches for something.
Go'el says: That’s enough, Sorak. You’ve lost.
Arthak Saurfang says: An answer to your question. I’m a hypocrite. I’m a kinslayer. I’m a traitor. I’ve committed crimes. Abandoned my honor. Yet somehow… I’m closer to being a true Frostwolf than you. I do the things I do. I don’t pretend.
Arthak spits and turns his back on Sorak, who starts to laugh.
Sorak Thunderforged says: You’ve got to be kidding me. You don’t even know what it means to be a Frostwolf. You think because you got banished there for a few years, you know what it means? But you’re right. And I’m glad to hear you say you’re a hypocrite. So everyone else can hear you say it too.
Go’el furrows his brow.
Go'el says: No, Sorak. He’s right. What you did is unacceptable. Not only did you sow dissent within your allies, not only did you put my son at risk, but several other children, and other friends. And for what?
Sorak Thunderforged says: Isn’t that obvious, chieftain? We’ve been here for the better part of a year. The world isn’t going to just stop moving because you experienced a tragedy. You know we’ve all lost people here, Go’el. But if there’s one fucking thing that I can agree with Arthak on, it’s that people like you don’t get to just hide. I think we all lost that right a while ago. So if this is what it’s going to take to get you and everyone else to start doing something to make the Horde a place we aren’t embarrassed to be a part of? Before more worlds end up like this? Then I’d do it again.
Go’el takes a deep breath.
Go'el says: If there’s one thing that I agree with Arthak on, through all of this, Sorak, is that you crossed the line. And you’re no Frostwolf. Dornaa. Tend to his wounds. Enough that he won’t get devoured to the wildlife. And Sorak, I want you to leave. If I ever see you again… well. Perhaps I’ll have to leave you with something more than a scar to remember your mistake.
Durak says: Father, it’s not his fault. I’m the one that left! You can’t just--
Sorak holds his hand out.
Sorak Thunderforged says: No. No it’s fine, Durak. Go’el’s right. Maybe I can use some time away for a while. At least if I do I can just lay my head at night and know I’m not as bad of a person as Arthak is.
Dornaa steps forward to conjure another spirit of water to heal Sorak, and he glances at Go’el. Sorak gets back to his feet, and nods at Durak.
Sorak Thunderforged says: Keep at it, kid.
He looks at Sadras, and they make eye contact. His grin falters.
Sorak Thunderforged says: Tell mom and dad I’m sorry I’m not coming back, won’t you?
Sadras crosses her arms.
Sadras says: I will… but you better hide pretty well. If mother finds you, Go’el will be the least thing you need to worry about. Not to mention if I do. Don’t die.
Sorak Thunderforged says: Yeah. You either.
Wintermaw goes to follow after Sorak, and Summerpaw steps after, and the two wolves nuzzle, before Wintermaw trots after Sorak.
Go’el looks at Arthak, and then Sadras.
Go'el says: Sadras, I’m sorry.
Sadras says: He earned this. There’s nothing to apologize for. He’ll find a way. Besides… I’m not a Frostwolf anymore either. So.
Go’el and Sadras share a moment. The kids are quiet. Durak seems angry, but his eyes are on the ground.
Go'el says: Before we go, though, Arthak. We should tend to some of those new wounds.
Go’el touches Arthak’s shoulder, and his magic channels through Arthak’s body--knitting some of the wounds together.
Go'el says: Lets head back. We have a lot to explain, and we have a lot of parameters to lay down for the three of you.
He looks at Geya’rah, Durak, and Dornaa.
Go'el says: Because the three of you are going to be grounded for some time. But for now…
He wraps his two children in his arms.
Go'el says: I’m glad you’re safe. Please don’t scare me like that again.
Phaedra saunters over to Dornaa.
Phaedra says: And you’re not off the hook either. Your vakas and vakos are going to be furious, and I will enforce their curfew, but don’t try any funny business, young lady.
Dornaa’s tail droops.
Dornaa says: Yes Miss Phaedra, I understand.
Azuka looks up at Arthak as Go’el casts wind walk.
Azuka Stormbreaker says: If you need to ground me too, I understand. I broke the rules. I should have told you, I just didn’t want them to get hurt. I’m ready to accept any punishment you see as necessary.
Arthak looks at Azuka, and then at Sadras. There is a heart warmed, but sad smile from Sadras, and she puts a hand on Arthak’s shoulder.
Sadras says: This one is on you, Arthak. After all, you are her father.
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes I am… I’ll… think on it, Azuka. We’ll figure something out.
Sadras smiles and pats Azuka’s head.
Sadras says: For the record, I think what you did was really stupid, but it was brave too, and truthfully I can’t say I wouldn’t have done it myself. So, whether or not you get grounded… at the very least, you did what you thought was best.
Sadras tussels’s Azuka’s hair.
Sadras says: I think Arthak may be willing to let you hang out with the others as long as you also make sure they don’t break their curfews either. As long as we stick around, at least.
The group takes off in their wind walk forms, and make their way back to Garadar. Nyxxa picks up the fact that she is being scryed on, and she quickly veers off briefly until the orb winks out. Lokra and Kroll are at the forefront of those who gather when they return.
Kroll Gravenight says: Oh, thank the spirits you found them! You kids had us rightly scared running off like that. But! I wager Go’el has talked your ear off about that. I’m just glad you’re back.
Thelamis and Kaviir immediately hug Dornaa and talk to her in draenic, making sure she is okay. However, afterwards, Thelamis scolds and berates her, and Dornaa shrinks--as she’s clearly getting grounded. Kaviir goes and shakes Phaedra’s hand in thanks.
Lokra says: Where’s Wintermaw and my son?
Go’el’s face goes cold.
Go'el says: He won’t be returning, Lokra.
Lokra says: What happened?
Go’el goes on to explain the situation to her. Lokra’s face goes from disarmed and stern, to angry.
Lokra says: So you exiled him. I understand this, Go’el, but I’m not happy. It is a fate he earned, and one I will not dispute, but if you’ll forgive me, I have some thinking to do. I trust that you’ll be taking up the mantle of teaching your son, as Sorak can no longer do so, yes?
Go'el says: Of course.
Lokra says: I’m glad to hear it. Because I want you to realize something, Go’el. While this error in judgement was undoubtedly the fault of my son, you are still our chieftain, and must take responsibility for the actions and inactions of all of us. Pray don’t forget that.
Go'el says: I will not. Thank you, for your wisdom.
Lokra says: I may not be my sister… but someone has to be here to put you in place.
Lokra offers a small, angry smile.
Lokra says: If you’ll excuse me, I should inform my mate. He’s going to want to break something.
She nods to everyone, and then turns away to head back to her hurt.
Lokra says: Sadras, I could use your help with something.
Sadras says: Of course!
She waves to the group, gives Go’el’s arm a squeeze, and leaves with her mother. Arthak sighs heavily.
Durak says: I’m going to go for the night. I’ll be in the hut.
Go’el grabs Durak’s shoulder.
Go'el says: Can I join you later, son? There’s a lot more we need to talk about.
Durak looks up to Go’el, and then looks down.
Durak says: Alright.
Go'el says: You’re still grounded.
Durak says: I know. I know.
Go'el says: But I still love you.
Go’el ruffles his hair.
Durak says: I’m not a kid anymore. But… I know.
Go’el turns to the rest of the group as Durak leaves.
Go'el says: Thank you. I’m sorry you had to see all of this.
Nyxxa says: I’m just glad we got him home safely.
Azgadaan says: Agreed. For what it’s worth, Go’el, you’re a good father.
Go'el says: I don’t know about that… but maybe I can start to agree with you someday.
Nyxxa says: It’s a process.
Nyxxa gives an encouraging smile.
Geya'rah says: I agree with them, dad!
Geya’rah gives Go’el a hug, and he melts a bit.
Go'el says: I’d like to talk to you a bit too, Geya. How about we go see your mother and grandmother together and talk?
Geya'rah says: Okay! Maybe we can take a nap together this time.
Go'el says: Yeah, maybe.
Go’el gives the group a nod, and Arthak gives him a look that clearly says that later they would talk.
Kroll Gravenight says: Well, looks like things got real exciting down there.
Azgadaan says: I got thrown off a hundred foot cliff. Exciting.
Nyxxa says: The elements are good, I think? It seemed good.
Kroll Gravenight says: We’ve been trying to reach them for a while… that they’re beginning to speak is something else. I can go down with Lokra and some others to try and commune with them later.
Azgadaan, in low words, explains what happened to the earth fury.
Kroll Gravenight says: I wouldn’t be too concerned. That the elements are here still is all we need. The manifestations you spoke with… um, how do I explain this to someone who has no idea what I’m talking about… um. The wind was no more a manifestation of the air than what you’re breathing, and it’s the same for all of them. As long there is earth to walk on, and water to drink, and air to breathe and cough, and fire to burn and warm us, the furies will survive in one manner or another, but what you did was cleansed their strength, and made it so they can be reborn more cleanly. Um… I don’t know anything about blacksmithing. But it’s like making sure the metal you make a weapon out is pure. I think. I think that’s similar. You purified the metal a bit.
Nyxxa says: Ohhhhh.
It seems to click for Nyxxa.
Nyxxa says: That makes sense.
Kroll Gravenight says: We thought the elements had gone silent long ago, and the Shattering of Draenor must have re-awoken them from whatever slumber they were in.
Azgadaan says: One hell of an alarm.
Kroll Gravenight says: You’re telling me! I can’t thank you enough. Perhaps in time, Draenor will regain the strength it lost. I’d be willing to help in whatever ways I can for as long as you’re here. Many of the most powerful of our shamans gave their lives, but if you require our services, there are a few tricks we can do for. Not to mention, we have what we need to survive, so if you need goods or services, we may be able to assist. Plus there’s no telling what people have found on their exploits if you’re looking to trade. But I know your journey…
He has a knowing look.
Kroll Gravenight says: Your journey won’t keep you here long, but I want to make it as much of a home for you as I can. Even you Halno, I’d love to hear what you’ve been doing over the decades! And how you got so small!
Halno says: You probably don’t want to know that.
Kroll Gravenight says: You’d be surprised! But I know you, you like your secrets. But who doesn’t of those who grew up where we did?
Nyxxa says: It seems the world sifted them all up, one way or another.
Kroll Gravenight says: You’d be surprised what comes up to the surface when you shatter the earth. Funny that.
Levia and Nyxxa veer off to talk for a bit, and they opt to fly over to a small hill that lifts up between some shaman statues.
Levia Blackflight says: This place is pretty nice if you wanted some privacy.
Nyxxa says: So, uh, thanks. Um. Sorry if I’ve been embarrassing you lately.
Nyxxa scratches her head, and Levia blushes.
Levia Blackflight says: It’s fine. You’ve got your whole… there’s a lot going on with you, so it’s fine, really. There’s been a lot in general, really.
Nyxxa nods.
Nyxxa says: So, uh, remember when I told you that I talked to Vaerux the other day?
Levia Blackflight says: Yeah.
Nyxxa says: I… I kind of left something out because I didn’t want to bring it up.
Levia Blackflight says: Okay.
Nyxxa says: Well… I think, well… something I’ve known for a while now, actually, is that before all this…
She gestures to herself.
Nyxxa says: Before becoming this, I had a wife, and Vaerux told me I also had a kid. And I haven’t really known how to deal with that?
Levia Blackflight says: Oh. Um…
Nyxxa says: Now I’m afraid what I’ve been doing is…
Levia Blackflight says: What you’ve been doing? What do you mean?
Nyxxa fumbles.
Nyxxa says: Flirting with people and doting on you… I just…
Levia Blackflight says: Come on, Nyx. That’s not exactly fair to yourself. First off, you’ve just realized this. Second off, that was practically a different life.
Nyxxa nods.
Nyxxa says: I’ve been trying to tell myself that. But… like Lantresor says, be like the river and move on, but, for whatever reason I can’t just let this go.
Levia Blackflight says: Then don’t. You don’t have to let go of your past to move on. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go what happened to me when I was young, and that my younger brother was taken, or all the things I’ve done… but, well, I’m taking every day as it comes. There’s nothing wrong with drawing comparisons to other life experiences. Look. I know that you’ve started to see me as a daughter, and I think it’s pretty lame, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t… kind of nice. But I don’t think that’s some sort of latent attempt at you trying to, what, make good on the fact you used to have another kid? That’s ridiculous, but that’s how our stupid brains work. We convince ourselves we make mistakes. But unless you plan on running off with this other kid of yours and never talking to me again, then I think we’re good. But if you did, I guess I’d have to fight her.
Nyxxa says: Well… she… he… well, I don’t know.
Nyxxa gestures to the shamans.
Nyxxa says: I guess that’s what makes me feel bad. Seeing all this, seeing what happened with Go’el and his kids… I’m just afraid I did that to them. It doesn’t feel good, even though I don’t know what happened. It sucks.
Levia Blackflight says: I can help you find out, if you want.
Nyxxa says: You don’t have…
Levia Blackflight says: I know I don’t have to, but that’s not why I’m offering. If you’re curious, I may have already asked a little bit, because I was curious too.
Nyxxa cocks her head curiously.
Levia Blackflight says: While it was a bit of a distraction about not asking about my own shit, it’s also because I want you to realize you have people on your side too. Whatever these powers are that I’m tapping into… they may know a thing or two. They knew that you had a daughter. They might know more. I’m not sure.
Nyxxa says: So you already knew…
Levia Blackflight says: I may have asked. Yesterday. Out of curiosity. When we were camping.
Nyxxa smiles.
Levia Blackflight says: Sorry for prying… look, all I know, is if there’s this other kid out there, I’ve got no idea how old she is, or any of that. But what I do know is that you and me, if you want, are gonna go find this person, and if they are still alive, we will find them.
Nyxxa nods.
Nyxxa says: Thank you, Levia.
Levia Blackflight says: Don’t mention it.
Nyxxa says: Is it… still okay if I also call you, well, that?
She's referring to "daughter".
Levia Blackflight says: It’s fine. It makes me feel… I think this is embarrassment of a very different kind, because, yeah, I’ve never had something like this… it’s a little weird, but it’s fine, really, it’s fine.
Nyxxa says: Just making sure. I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.
Levia Blackflight says: It’s fine, really. But, I just want you to know one thing. If we find this kid of yours… if she’s ungrateful, I’ll have to teach her a few things. So. I hope you’re ready.
Levia laughs and cracks her knuckles.
Nyxxa says: She’s allowed to be mad at me! She doesn’t have to forgive me. I’m just more concerned that she’s a kaldorei and they aren’t keen on this…
Levia Blackflight says: Yeah, well someone told me that second chances when people are trying to be better… are the only way to go about this. And you’re trying. Maybe harder than you were before everything went to shit.
Nyxxa says: If you have the time… there’s another thing I want to tell you.
Levia Blackflight says: I’m not going anywhere.
Nyxxa says: This is kind of a long story…
Nyxxa goes into her past relationship with a satyr, the abuse it involved, and the things she did.
Nyxxa says: And that’s why I need to do better.
Levia Blackflight says: Eeesh. Well. I can’t say… I don’t know everything, but that Nyxxa isn’t here anymore. Sure, you may have been responsible for doing those things, but you aren’t doing them now. You made some mistakes and this… priestess?
Nyxxa says: She never goes by her name.
Levia Blackflight says: Well, she sounds like a handful, for starters. But, let me put it this way, Nyxxa. If you’re going to hold yourself responsible for that, then what about the mistakes I made, and everyone else did? You can do better, but you don’t have to blame yourself.
Nyxxa says: So what you’re doing is using my words against me.
Levia Blackflight says: Yes. You know, I did attend a college of the Magistrate, and I learned if you parrot back what’s said you, you get good enough grades. So figured I’d keep that up.
Nyxxa says: Well… since you and Azzy have come into my life, I’ve been a lot less hard on myself for being a demon. You’ve both shown me that ways I thought about myself weren’t healthy… because I wouldn’t say those things to either of you. You’ve been making me better just by being around.
Levia Blackflight says: Well, great, now I’m getting embarrassed again. Thanks. But I’m glad, thanks. I didn’t know where I’d be if you didn’t steal me from the Shadowsword.
Nyxxa says: Steal. Poached. Not the first time I’ve… man. A lot of my stuff starts with stealing something.
Levia Blackflight says: Well I’m glad you did. I can’t say I wouldn’t have fallen fro Caria’s tricks, back then, or now, even. But… now I’m here, and I’m glad I am, because if I had to pick one of the two of you, I think I’d rather pick you. We’ll get through this, even if we need to tell each other we’re not as bad as we think we are.
Nyxxa says: Right. Well, I think what I want to do now is hunt down Azgadaan and tell him what I just told you.
Levia Blackflight says: Seems good to me. And if there are any questions you ever want to ask… just let me know.
Nyxxa says: Thanks. I don’t think I want to do it all at once… but steadily.
Levia Blackflight says: Yeah, there’s a limit anyways. It’s hard for me to say it…
Levia takes a deep breath.
Levia Blackflight says: I love ya.
Nyxxa says: I love you too, Levia.
Levia Blackflight says: You don’t need to say it back…
Nyxxa scoops her and gives her a hug.
Levia Blackflight says: You’re so lame!
Levia laughs. Nyxxa then goes to tell Azgadaan that being around him makes her a better person as well.
Azgadaan says: Hm. I’m glad! By the way, I just figured out this alchemy jug makes this deliciously sweet stuff… you want some?
Nyxxa says: Sure!
Azgadaan had discovered that the alchemy jug makes honey.
Arthak had gone to see Durak at the building that he knew Go’el and his family lived. It was a rather large mud and stone building with several rooms. He can hear the subtle sound of wood and stone being worked.
Arthak knocks on the stone doorway.
Durak says: Who is it?
Arthak Saurfang says: Me.
Durak says: Oh. Yeah, come in.
Arthak Saurfang says: Okay.
Arthak enters and sees Durak in simple, loose clothing. He is sitting with a long carving knife that he is using to whittle a totem. His eyes flicker up to Arthak in a grumpy, focused expression.
Arthak Saurfang says: May I sit?
Durak says: Sure. It’s not my house.
Arthak Saurfang says: But you’re the one here.
Arthak sits down.
Durak says: Yeah, well, last time I made a decision on where someone should go…
Durak sighs and continues working.
Arthak Saurfang says: It’s more complicated than that.
Durak says: Yeah. I know.
Arthak Saurfang says: Yeah. The other night…
Durak says: Yeah, I’m sorry.
Arthak Saurfang says: No. There were some things you wanted to say, and I believe you’ve earned the right to say them.
Durak chuffs.
Durak says: I don’t know if I’ve earned the right to do much more than sit here and carve, but I’ll take your word for it. I’m still pissed. It’s hard not to be. I… I’ve been here my whole life, and I know that’s not a long time, but it’s been long enough. My sister and I are practically adults now. I can beat most of the warriors that are almost twice my age.. It’s just that, none of this seems… I don’t even know how to say it. It doesn’t seem real? It doesn’t seem fair? After all that happened? I’ve seen my father more in the last year than I have in my entire life. All he’s done up until yesterday was grieve. He lost a mate that he saw maybe once every little bit, but I lost my mother. Practically my only parent. He had to be so busy running off and being a chieftain. I know he’s only been a chieftain for the last six or so years, but I know you had something to do with that. Not directly, I know. I blamed you though. And him. I know it’s not fair, but I do. Because I guess after everything I’ve gained after everything I’ve lost is my other parent. And now you’re here. And I know what that means. But I also know it’s not fair. He’s got more to worry about than me. He always has. That’s why he wasn’t here when the world trembled. When mom died.... Did you know that, when he first came back, I screamed and shouted at him and said I wished it would have been him instead? I’m surprised he even came to get me. He’s a shitty dad, but I’m a worse son, aren’t I? Now Sorak’s gone, and that’s my fault too.
Arthak Saurfang says: As much as it is mine.
Durak says: I guess a little bit of all of our faults, isn’t it?
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes. But in your uncle’s case… mostly his.
Durak says: I know the two of you were hardly friends… and I don’t blame you for giving him a good show. But I’m still pissed he’s gone. For the last year, he’s been practically the only one I felt like I could talk to.
Arthak Saurfang says: I understand what that’s like.
Durak says: Has he agreed to go with you yet?
Arthak Saurfang says: I didn’t want to talk to him about it before I talked to you.
Durak says: Why?
Arthak Saurfang says: I never knew either of mine. My father… died somehow. Somewhere. Somewhen. My mother was the first life I ever took. Everything I said to your uncle, everything I said about myself is true. But you came very close to walking ground I’ve tread before, and I would rather not see that happen. You and your sister deserve a father.
Durak says: Yet you’re still going to take him away. And after the stunt I pulled yesterday, there’s not much chance he’ll bring me along either. Even though I assume you’re taking Azuka with you. But I get it. It pisses me off. But I get it.
Arthak Saurfang says: I don’t have to bring him. It’ll be harder without him, yes. But if the entire plan hinged on a single orc showing up, then it wasn’t a very good plan to begin with.
Durak says: What do you want from me? Permission? What good would that be? I don’t care what you do, I don’t care what he does. We survived this long without him. If you need him, take him. Just… don’t you dare let him die, alright?
Arthak Saurfang says: I go first.
Durak says: Yeah, good.
Arthak Saurfang says: What has he told you about me? I can guess what your uncle has said.
Durak says: I think I may have gotten the whole story. The good from my father, and the not-so-good from him. And I of course heard about everything between you and Sadras, back when you were kids and later. I guess in that way, it sort of makes us family, doesn’t it? Distantly.
Arthak Saurfang says: I guess in a way.
Durak sighs heavily and returns to his carving.
Arthak Saurfang says: You were right, by the way.
Durak says: About what?
Arthak Saurfang says: Much of what you said to your father. His inaction. You weren’t wrong.
Durak chuffs.
Durak says: Weren’t you the one that set him up on this mission in the first place?
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes.
Durak says: What a mess. Well, if I had any doubt in my mind that this shit doesn’t get any better when you get older, I don’t have it anymore.
Arthak Saurfang says: No. It gets decidingly more complicated.
Durak says: Yeah. That’s what I’m starting to see. By the way… um. I’m only going to say this once. Thanks. I realize I probably got a bit in over my head. If you guys didn’t follow, maybe I wouldn’t be… and I can’t have that. Who is gonna kick my dad’s ass otherwise? So. Thanks.
Arthak Saurfang says: You never met Elder Drek’thar, did you?
Durak says: Heard about him, but never met him.
Arthak Saurfang says: I was young when I met your father. I had done things equally as stupid. He told me something that I found very valuable. Honorable orcs end up dead orcs, unless they are also wise orcs.
Durak chuffs.
Durak says: I see why he was so respected. Guess I’m not surprised why he was an old orc, from all the stories I heard.
Arthak Saurfang says: Very old. Point is, being right doesn’t matter much, if it’s also not used well.
Durak says: Yeah, I think I get that.
Arthak Saurfang says: I won’t belabor the point.
Durak says: Besides, I’ll probably have plenty of time to think about it as I have people breathing down my neck. So I’ll have a lot of time to mull over your various sermons. Do you know how long you’ll be here, at least?
Arthak Saurfang says: About two weeks.
Durak says: Right. At least there’s that.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’ll stop bothering you.
Durak nods.
Arthak Saurfang says: But, while I’m here, I’m aware I may be the last person you would want to talk to, and almost certainly the last person you should talk to, but if you wish to talk, I can listen.
Durak says: Well who knows. Maybe I’ll be desperate enough to take you up on that offer.
Arthak Saurfang says: Pray that you aren’t.
Durak says: Spirits be willing.
Arthak gets up and leaves Durak to his totems. Afterwards, he heads off to find Go’el.
That night, Nyxxa asks Levia to commune to see if they could figure out who had been spying on Nyxxa: starting with Sinestra, and secondarily Caria.
When Levia uses commune, she closes her eyes, and when she opens them, they are almost completely black. She seems to be in some sort of trance, whispering the questions. A minute later, her eyes flicker back to normal.
Levia Blackflight says: Um. Well I asked about whoever was scrying about you. It wasn’t Caria or her people, but they weren’t sure if it was Sinestra and her people. It seemed to be more of a maybe, or an unsure. They must have some sort of protection.
Nyxxa scratches her chin.
Nyxxa says: Alright. Since we’re going to be here for a while, we can bring this to other people for ideas of other people… it could be someone scrying on me because they know they can’t see Azgadaan, but I don’t know for sure.
Levia Blackflight says: We’ll have to just keep an eye out.
However, Levia keeps what she asked about herself to herself.
Arthak finds Go’el out near the statues with Geya’rah and their two frost wolves. Go’el is awake, his hand in his daughter’s messy hair as she is resting on his lap. He hears Arthak approach, and he smiles and pats the ground nearby.
Go'el says: As long as we keep our voices low, she shouldn’t wake. She’s a bit of a heavy sleeper, that one.
He smiles down at his daughter.
Arthak Saurfang says: This may not be a conversation for… it may be better if we are out of earshot.
Go’el nods, and he whistles. His frost wolf moves over, and he substitutes the frost wolf for his lap. Geya’rah snuggles into the fur.
Go'el says: I’m lucky to be gifted with children. Difficult as they may be.
Go’el stands to take a few paces away with Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: So.
Go'el says: So.
Arthak Saurfang says: What first?
Go'el says: I don’t even know.
Arthak Saurfang says: I should tell you what’s been happening while you’ve been gone.
Go'el says: Yes, perhaps that will be a good place to start.
Arthak gives Go’el a brief note about things.
Arthak Saurfang says: I am… the Red Mist, as well as my escalating conflict and success against Blackhand, I am in the Council now.
Go’el’s brow furrows.
Go'el says: What do you mean?
Arthak Saurfang says: I am a member. Part of the inner circle.
Go’el crosses his arms.
Go'el says: The inner circle of the warchief?
Arthak Saurfang says: No. Gul’dan.
Go'el says: I see… and what has that cost you? I cannot imagine Gul’dan to be a friendly person to be close with, none less to serve under.
Arthak Saurfang says: I have been successful, so we have had no cause to come to conflict. But… the price was Garrosh.
Go'el says: What do you mean? What did you do, Arthak?
Arthak Saurfang says: Gul’dan grew suspicious. Garrosh’s moves were drawing attention. His acquisition of Garona, the death of Maim, Gul’dan saw it. Intentionally or not, Garrosh overplayed his position, so killing him was my first assignment.
Go'el says: You went through with it? You killed him??
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes.
Go’el paces for a moment.
Arthak Saurfang says: Gul’dan has a spell on me. When he gives a command, I have to carry it out, otherwise… consequences.
Go'el says: So you lifted your blade against him? He was like your brother, Arthak, I know the two of you had your differences, but…
Arthak Saurfang says: No. I sabotaged his boat.
Go'el says: Even better. I sincerely hope it was worth it, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: We’re going to have to see. But… through that, I have access.
Go'el says: And what good will that access be, Arthak? What if he pits you against your uncle next? What if he pits you against me? Then what?
Arthak Saurfang says: I either outsmart him, or I lose. He gave me another order. I told him I was coming here for the Doomhammer. He knows I intend to unseat Blackhand. Circumstances… if I hadn’t told him, and I arrived with the hammer and unseated Blackhand without giving him warning, it would have put me in the same position as Garrosh, and I would have not been ready to go against him.
Go'el says: You’ll have to be a lot more ready than you think, Arthak. If you don’t want to throw away what you have left, what people and respect and honor you have left, you’re going to have to get ready very quickly.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’m trying.
Go'el says: Not fast enough for Garrosh, it seems.
Arthak Saurfang says: No.
Go'el says: Well. I suppose I have a fair bit to think about.
Arthak Saurfang says: I didn’t tell you what his second order was.
Go'el says: And what was that, Arthak?
Arthak Saurfang says: I am to bring back the Doomhammer, or no one is.
Go'el says: We’ll have to see about that. Right now, I’m not certain you’ll ever leave this village again, Arthak. I don’t know if you realize this, but this is where Garrosh lived for a large portion of his life. The people here saw him as a brother.
Arthak Saurfang says: I know.
Go'el says: As I said… I have a lot to think about. Someone is going to bring that hammer back. I suppose we’ll have to see if you even get that chance.
Arthak Saurfang says: I guess we will.
Go’el looks at Arthak with a fair amount of disappointment and no small amount of anger.
Arthak Saurfang says: Everything I said to Sorak, and everything he said about me. Neither of us were being untruthful.
Go'el says: Well. I’m not your chieftain, Arthak, so I can’t exile you. But I’ll be speaking with some people, and we’ll decide what to do about this. I’m sorry you felt you had to do this, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: So am I.
Go’el turns his back and returns to his daughter. He wakes her, and they head off towards their home. Arthak didn’t see him again that evening.
That night, Arthak opted to go giant and chomp into the horn that was gifted by the furies--as they had discovered that supposedly it would transfer strength into him. He hurts quite a bit from the process, and he feels a pit in his stomach.
Azgadaan says: I think he’s choking… is he supposed to turn that green?
Arthak gives Azgadaan the middle finger, but is largely opting to rest the effects off. It almost feels like his muscle density is bigger, and his blood moves slowly, like lead.
Outland Day 20
The next day, Nyxxa goes to seek out Go’el to finish their conversation. He was speaking with Lokra, Kroll, and a few other shamans. Go’el looks at Nyxxa as she approaches, looking quite angry.
Go'el says: Nyxxa, what is it? I’m in the middle of a conversation.
Nyxxa says: Um. It can wait… I just realized our conversation before was cut short. There are some things you need to know, but if I’m interrupting, I can go.
Go’el looks at the other shamans.
Go'el says: It may be wise to consult her as well… after all, if she doesn’t know, it would be right to do so.
Lokra says: It may be beneficial to get an outsider’s perspective, especially one that has traveled with him longer than any of us have.
Nyxxa says: What’s… going on?
The shamans look at each other, and Go’el welcomes her into the circle. She enters tentatively.
Nyxxa says: What happened?
Go'el says: Arthak told me he did something he did, yesterday. Not to mention the presence of this Shadow Council, this organization that Gul’dan has been operating behind the scenes. I’m not surprised, but I’m surprised that Arthak has ingratiated himself to them.
Nyxxa says: I think I know what this is about… I was going to tell you about this.
Go'el says: So you knew?
Nyxxa says: Garrosh, right?
Go’el’s hand clenches, and Kroll puts a hand on his shoulder.
Nyxxa says: I know more than Arthak does… but it’s one of those things that… the more people that know the truth, the more dangerous it will be for him. For both of them, actually. I can tell you what happened, but I need to know that what I tell you stays here.
Kroll scratches his beard.
Kroll Gravenight says: I depends on what’s being said. We’re debating on what should be done about him. Garrosh was not the nicest person in the world, but he did a lot while he was here. There are a lot of people here that care a good deal about him. We’re trying to figure out what to do about that, and I can’t guarantee that Arthak will be walking out of here if nothing else gets added, so…
Nyxxa says: Well, if it’s his life on the line…
She sighs.
Nyxxa says: I’ll have to trust you with all of this.
Lokra furrows her brow.
Lokra says: If this is as important as you say it is, and it will be in his favor, you have nothing to fear, but we deserve to know.
Nyxxa says: Arthak didn’t kill Garrosh. In fact, as far as I know, he isn’t dead at all.
Go'el says: Are you sure?
Nyxxa says: Yes, I was there when he told Jorin everything, and then made Jorin alter his memory to make it seem like he did this. I’m the only one that remembers… Jorin also modified his memory. Arthak wanted my memory to be modified as well, but someone needed to remember. But Arthak… he took this on himself to make sure no matter what happened, Garrosh got to safety. The warlock was going to kill Garrosh no matter what. If there was a way to make it seem like Arthak did it, it was the best option at the time.
Go’el puts his forehead in his head and shakes his head.
Go'el says: Oh Arthak…
Lokra crosses her arms.
Lokra says: I suppose that’s clever in its own right. But he’s stacking stones. Good call not wiping your own memory, demon, or Arthak may have been killed by a stoning by the end of the day.
Nyxxa says: That’s good that won’t happen!
Kroll looks like he has tears in his eyes.
Nyxxa says: Are you okay?
Kroll Gravenight says: I am. I just hate all this so much. That all you youngsters have to keep doing all this. There was a time we could just live! Where someone like Arthak could just be strong and noble and good and not have to fake killing a friend!
He exhales.
Kroll Gravenight says: I’m fine!
Nyxxa says: I understand, and that’s why I’m trying to make sure Arthak comes out of this too. There’s… more. Is there anything else Arthak told you? Concerning his ties with the warlock?
Go'el says: He told me about the magics he was under. That he was under a spell.
Nyxxa says: Behind his back, I’ve begun to work on that too.
Go'el says: Good! Glad. Though I assume he doesn’t know about that?
Nyxxa says: Not yet, at least.
Go’el shakes his head.
Go'el says: I’m beginning to see a pattern between the relationship between you and him.
Nyxxa says: It’s… it was part of the deal. If this is something I can do for him… it’s something he needs. You recall the person I told you about?
Go'el says: The human?
Nyxxa nods.
Nyxxa says: This is another thing I hope doesn’t leave… but we’ve been assisting him secretly. He’s been willing to help with this too. Mainly because it is a sure way to strike against the warlock, but… as long as things stay good between us, I should be able to get his assistance. He’s knowledgeable about magic… we can get him out of this.
Go'el says: Good. We’re going to need to do that.
Nyxxa nods.
Nyxxa says: But, I’m glad that more than just me knows now… that may have died with me. Arthak might have died because of that… but it’s going to take more orcs than just Sadras to mend this bridge. She’s been helping me too, but that’s why I asked for your help with these things, Go’el.
Go’el nods.
Go'el says: I suppose I have little choice then.
Nyxxa says: You always have a choice… you do have this place to take care of.
Go'el says: Garadar will always be a second home to me, Nyxxa. But people like me don’t get to choose. People like Arthak don’t get to choose. If there’s one thing Sorak was right about, it’s that.
Nyxxa says: But I guess that’s why I want to help you, so that maybe you get to. Someday, at least.
Go'el says: When Arthak was young, he came to us, and I tried to be there for him. Now I realize he’s playing a game that’s way bigger than us. I knew that, but seeing it is something else. He said he’s been given an order by Elder Gul’dan. That he will be the one to bring the Doomhammer back… I don’t know if we can make that happen, but we can try.
Nyxxa says: We can plan around this. We just need to trick the spell.
Go'el says: I have a few ideas. I don’t understand the magic of the warlocks, but I understand mysticism.
Nyxxa says: Oh! We were able to get some ideas on it. The human, he thinks it is attached to something of Arthak’s the warlock has. From what Sadras and I spoke of, it’s probably the gauntlet Arthak gave to him. So… he also warned me that if we were to take out Gul’dan now, that would very likely take Arthak down with him.
Go'el says: Well I suppose we’ll have to be careful then.
Nyxxa says: For the time being, I’d like to keep this a secret from most people.
The group nods.
Nyxxa says: It’s not that I don’t trust them, it’s just that this knowledge is dangerous… to both Arthak and Garrosh.
Go'el says: We have preparations to make. If there’s anything I can do, I can try to ensure Arthak makes it through this.
Nyxxa says: Oh. Given the human is helping with this, he would like to meet Arthak… but that’s something I’ll have to force Arthak to do. So, we can handle that later, but… yeah.
Go'el says: We can adapt as needed.
Nyxxa says: I think that brings you all up to speed.
Go'el says: Thank you. I’m grateful you told us, I would have not wanted to make the same sin that Arthak believes he’s done to Garrosh.
Nyxxa says: Since it helped, I’m glad I did. I don’t like lying to Arthak, and hopefully one day I won’t have to, but it’s good that there’s some use in what I’m doing. And there was some good I was able to get done because of what Arthak has done.
Go'el says: I have no doubt.
Nyxxa says: It’s hard, but it’s worth it. And for what it’s worth, Kroll, I’m with you completely. Hopefully this work ends with us.
Lokra says: A piece of advice, as it seems you’ll be traveling with Go’el. I’m ready to go with you.
Go'el says: Karg needs you here, as do the people.
Lokra says: Very well. Then you, demon. This house of stones you all are building will collapse. I recommend you all collapse it, so you don’t get caught inside.
Nyxxa says: I understand, and we’re trying.
Lokra crosses her arms again.
Lokra says: But perhaps I’m a bit more relieved. Maybe it’s better that Sadras got out of this. I don’t think she has the heart to handle something this directly. I’m glad she can help you, I just hope she doesn’t get hurt. You’ll take care of her, right?
Nyxxa says: She’s been like a sister to me.
Lokra says: Good, see that continues. She’ll need your help as well.
Nyxxa says: I won’t let her down.
Lokra nods.
Go'el says: I’ll speak with Arthak. There’s something I’ll need his help with. There’s something here, something I never saw fit to use… but we’re going to need all the help we can get.
Nyxxa nods. Go’el puts a hand on Nyxxa’s shoulder.
Go'el says: But thank you once again, Nyxxa. You were good to interrupt us.
The others nod.
Kroll Gravenight says: I suppose we’ll get back to our regularly scheduled living! We’ll keep this under wraps.
Kroll winks.
Nyxxa says: You were my secret keeper from the start, so I’m counting on you.
Lokra rolls her eyes.
Lokra says: Please, we’ve been keeping the elements under wraps for years. Your secrets are safe with us, demon.
Nyxxa says: I understand, I’m just…
Lokra says: Paranoid. I noticed.
Nyxxa says: Yes. Thank you. I’m grateful for you allowing me to share my burdens with you.
Go'el says: I’m glad to take them. If we’re lucky, I can take some from both you and Arthak.
Nyxxa says: As I said yesterday, Azeroth owes the orcs a debt. I would not see your people enslaved to the Legion. Thus, I’ll do what I can to ensure that burdens don’t fall on one person.
Go'el says: It’ll be good to travel with you, Nyxxa. I look forward to getting to know you more.
Nyxxa says: You too! But, well, you’re one of the people I’ve known for the longest.
Go'el says: I guess you’re right. Making up for lost time.
Nyxxa says: Getting up to mischief.
There’s a soft pop.
Nyxxa says: Oh, by the way, have you met Mischief?
She scoops the cat before she can knock over a clay pitcher.
Arthak had been monitoring the mag’har warriors that had started to watch him, but Go’el comes to find him.
Go'el says: Arthak. A moment.
Arthak Saurfang says: Okay.
Arthak stays where he is. Go’el furrows his brow.
Go'el says: I’ve spoken with the others who are in charge of keeping this place afloat. Literally, in some cases. We’ve come to a decision. They and I am willing to give you a chance to see this through. Regardless of what you’ve had to do, I want to believe your intentions were good. So we’re going to go, and we’re going to find the Doomhammer, like you set me out to do, and I’m going to come with you, and we’ll see if the spirits think you’re willing to wield the hammer. From there, I guess we’ll have to see. But for the time being, Lokra, Kroll, and the rest… they’ll wait for the judgement of the elements. So I suppose that means I’m going with you. Seems you got what you wanted after all, my friend. But I need your help with something. There’s something I would show you, that I’ll need Durak’s help with as well.
Arthak Saurfang says: Interesting.
Go'el says: I need your help retrieving something I buried. While I believe I would be able to open it, you may be more suited for it. Follow me.
Go’el turns and gestures for Arthak to come with. Arthak follows Go’el to his hut.
Go'el says: Durak, are you here?
Durak says: What is it?
Go'el says: I want you to come with me. There’s something I need your help with.
Geya’rah also comes out.
Geya'rah says: Can I help too?
Go’el shakes his head.
Go'el says: No, but if you wish, you can come as well.
Geya’rah nods and tags along with the small group as Go’el heads to where they keep the gliders. He acquires one for each of them.
Geya'rah says: Aren’t I grounded?
Go'el says: Consider this a short-term exception. You’ll be going with me.
He hands one to Arthak.
Go'el says: I don’t imagine you’ve used one of these before.
Arthak Saurfang says: No, but I understand the principal… I’ve been observing.
Arthak does a few trial runs, and he gets the hang of it eventually. Go’el makes his way towards the delta, the trail of gliders following him. Arthak lands rather gracelessly, and Geya’rah helps him up.
Geya'rah says: You’re really not very good at these are you?
Arthak Saurfang says: I’ve had a bad few days.
Durak says: What’s this all about?
Go'el says: You’ll see in a moment.
They head a bit more into the delta, to a small islet.
Go'el says: It should be over here. There it is.
He gestures toward something that is jutting out of the low sand and rock. It appears to be a small stack of stones, not unlike those that have been seen at graveyards. Go’el looks at the group.
Go'el says: When Orgrim died, he was cremated as is tradition among the Blackrock, as I’m sure you know, Arthak. As you know, he and my father were very close. By proxy, I had the opportunity to learn a great deal from him. After his death, the Doomhammer was claimed by Blackhand, though we now know that to be false.
Go’el looks at Durak.
Go'el says: Could I get your assistance, my son?
Durak says: Sure.
Go’el reaches his hand out, and slowly but surely the dirt begins to shift and move, along with Durak’s aid. As it does, Arthak sees a chest made of very dark iron. Go’el gestures for Arthak to grab one side of the chest, while Go’el grabs the other, and they pull it free.
Go'el says: Within this chest… is the armor that Orgrim wore during his life. And at the time of his death. When the chest was delivered to me… I did not keep the key, for I had thought I would never need to use it. But it occurs to me now that we’re going to need all the help we can get. Arthak, I know you’re not a locksmith, but you know Blackrock iron.
Arthak Saurfang says: I can get it open.
Go’el nods.
Arthak Saurfang says: Will it need repaired?
Go'el says: I don’t know. I’ve not seen it since it was delivered.
Arthak Saurfang says: Alright.
Arthak bends down and works on the lock. Quickly enough, he is able to break it open. He opens the chest, and he sees the plate that Ogrim Doomhammer once wore. It looks to be in pretty good condition. Go’el lifts the chest plate of it and holds it up.
Go'el says: I suppose, in our own way, my father’s friend will be with us when we go to find his weapon. Perhaps with his help, I can be the kind of person I need to be to help you, and to be the father you want me to be, Durak. I know I have to leave, but we’ll come back. And I’ll bring both of you, and we’ll go together to whatever happens after this.
Go’el gives Arthak a smile.
Go'el says: But maybe we should see if this fits first.
Arthak helps Go’el put the armor on, and it does fit. Arthak is able to see the areas that could use some repair work, but it is otherwise in good condition.
Go'el says: Well, what do you think?
Arthak Saurfang says: It fits you well.
Go'el says: Perhaps one day it will fit me as well as it fit Orgrim.
Geya'rah says: It looks good dad!
Durak crosses his arms.
Durak says: I think it’s a little big on you. But it’ll do. And if it’ll make sure you fulfill your promise… then it’s alright.
Geya’rah gives Go’el a hug and pulls Durak in. Go’el smiles, and Durak gives a hug reluctantly. Go’el looks at Arthak, and his smile falters a bit. He looks expecting--a look that brings Arthak back to when he was brought to Hellfire Citadel, and he testified on Arthak’s behalf.
Go’el takes Geya’rah’s hand, and Geya’rah takes Durak’s. Go’el holds a hand out to Arthak.
Go'el says: I’ll get us back. So you don’t have to worry about the gliders.
Arthak Saurfang says: That’ll be for the best.
Arthak takes his hand, and greenish energy wafts around them, and they fall into a spiritual embrace before they open their eyes and they find themselves back between the statues of Aggra and the Greatmother. Go’el looks to them and nods, and they wordlessly head back into town.
That night, Nyxxa’s consciousness awakens after she goes to rest. She blinks, and finds herself standing in her own dreamscape. However, there’s a low rumbling of thunder. She looks up and sees streaks of lime green light that darts through the dark clouds overhead.
As Nyxxa looks around, it’s almost exactly the same. Her hand subconsciously traces a line along the fountain, and her finger finds a crack. The crack is normally not there, but it goes through the fountain, and up through the statue upon it. That’s when she senses a presence behind her.
Ominous Voice says: Well this is nice.
Nyxxa turns around.
Ominous Voice says: Apologies, I couldn’t think of what to make, so I relied on what you had in your memories. I hope this is sufficient.
She can’t see anything in the darkness. The shadows seem to move closer.
Ominous Voice says: I’ve heard so very much about you, Nyxxa, when I peered through her memories. After you slew her and took her weapons. And imagine my surprise when I hear what happened at your most recent meeting…
An eredar steps from the shadows. He is about eight feet tall, and he has a set of wings obscuring the majority of his body, and he has immaculate white hair draping down his back. He has brimstone-like black horns that interweave themselves in his hair. His arms are folded behind him, and he smiles, a mouth full of sharp teeth.
Intimidating Eredar says: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kil’jaeden. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.
Kil’jaeden bows, and a hand comes out from beneath his wings--revealing long, very manicured black fingernails. There is jewelry adorning his fingers and wrists.
Nyxxa stands there, stunned, but then does a kneeling bow.
Kil'jaeden says: Oh, please, there’s no need for such formalities. Consider this a social visit.
Kil’jaeden walks by Nyxxa with an unearthly grace, his hoofsteps almost unheard, but the perfectly kept grass underfoot shrivels in his hoofprints.
Kil'jaeden says: Please, make yourself comfortable. I shan’t take up much of your time.
He gestures to the fountain, and Nyxxa sits on the edge of it. Kil’jaeden stops so his body is facing away from Nyxxa, and a hand curls around his chin.
Kil'jaeden says: From the sounds of Caria’s reports and her memory distortion… you are not nearly as terrifying as I had thought you. Though I suppose that’s what’s to be expected from an unreliable narrator. You meant a great deal to her… would you know that it was your example that she followed, and that led her to me. And then led her to you. I know all about where you came from. About what the Slayer put you through. Put her through. And I can understand why you wanted to escape something like that. I only wish you had come to me sooner! After all…
Kil’jaeden chuckles.
Kil'jaeden says: Leading her into that manor, and allowing the Magistrix’s own traps to remove her from your sight… it’s rather ingenious. Those blades suit you, Nyxxa.
Nyxxa’s mouth flaps.
Nyxxa says: I’m honored you think so highly of me… but I’m… nothing more than an opportunist.
Kil'jaeden says: And that is why you caught my attention.
There’s a weight on Nyxxa’s lap, and she looks down, seeing the warglaives in her hands.
Kil'jaeden says: I look forward to seeing what you do with those, Nyxxa. They have a storied history, and I’m interested to see what gets added to their bloody tale by the end of this.
Nyxxa says: The White Tyrant told me such.
Kil'jaeden says: Did she now? That’s both wonderful and to be expected. Shaspira is such a fan of tales. Of stories and relics… but I simply wish to see with my own eyes, in this liminal space, of course. But I’m a busy man, and you are a busy woman. Once this is all over, perhaps you and I could have a proper conversation.
Nyxxa says: Of course. Frankly, at this time, I’m just stunned to be in your presence, I suppose is the best way to put it.
Kil'jaeden says: I do appreciate the flattery, and I certainly look forward to see whose hands those warglaives end up in. I don’t know if I would say I’m a betting man… but perhaps you’ll convince me otherwise, by the end of this.
Nyxxa says: I hope I will not disappoint.
Kil'jaeden says: I hardly doubt you could do such a thing.
Kil’jaeden starts to walk away.
Kil'jaeden says: I’ll be watching, Nyxxa. I’ll be looking forward to seeing the conclusion of this particularly sordid tale. You seem to be rather adept at attracting such things, after all.
Nyxxa says: This seems to be where the action is.
Nyxxa grips her hands on the weapons.
Nyxxa says: These have been helpful in keeping me alive.
Kil'jaeden says: I have no doubt. Though…
He stops, turning his head.
Kil'jaeden says: They can be used to do much more than that if used correctly. Perhaps I can show you, in time.
Nyxxa says: I would be honored.
Kil’jaeden folds his arms behind his back once again.
Kil'jaeden says: Ever the soldier, aren’t you?
The edge of his toothy grin vanishes as he turns away and steps back into the shadows, the inky blackness obscuring him, and causing him to fade from view. Nyxxa jolts awake in a cold sweat.
Nyxxa promptly screams, very stressed. The first thing she sees when she awakens is a glyph, and she instinctively knows it’s a direct line to Kil’jaeden--if she chose to seek it.
Levia also jerks awake.
Levia Blackflight says: Shit, Nyx, what is it?
Nyxxa says: I… I just spoke to Kil’jaeden.
Also roused by the scream, Azgadaan barges in with his helmet on in nothing but his sleepwear, and Arthak also appears, holding his sword.
