[Alliance] Chapter Four: Session Thirty-Seven

Appearing Characters: Acteon, Aramar Thorne, Astalor Bloodsworn, Daelin Proudmoore, Divinius, Duan Phen, Edirah, Elissa Cross, Fateema, Galia, Grazle, Illidan Stormrage, Ishanah, Joe Barker, Kor'vas Bloodthorn, Makasa Flintwill, Maraad, Mary Brown, Medivh, Menelaous, Minai Foreststar, Nobundo, O'ros, Remnii, Riff, Rommath Pyrewing, Samaara, Seria, Tol'vas Moonshadow, Uther Menethil, Valaatu, Velameestra Windrunner, Velen

July 29th

Having been intrigued by the news of another worgen, Tol’vas goes to investigate the human camps once more. He sees Makasa--who had returned from her walk--talking to a few of the others while she works on preparing some of her poultices. Tol’vas approaches the group, and Makasa glances at him.

Makasa grins.

Makasa takes a swig from her flask.

She points with the flask at a human sitting nearby, seemingly just glaring. Tol’vas nods.

Silent Joe chuffs.

Makasa shrugs.

Silent Joe looks at Tol’vas.

Joe chuffs and looks back to his drink.

Mary blushes.

Tol’vas is more focused on Joe.

Tol’vas blinks.

Silent Joe nods.

Joe shrugs.

Joe looks Tol’vas up and down and scratches at his shaggy hair.

He shrugs and takes another drink.

Silent Joe nods.

Makasa laughs.

Joe nods.

Makasa shrugs.

Joe nods.

Joe looks Tol’vas up and down again.

Joe seems to be rather disinterested, but it’s hard to say if it’s because of Tol’vas or because of something else. Tol’vas opts to shift into his worgen form, and both Duan and Mary produce silver daggers. Makasa, however, continues drinking, lounging back with her boots on the table.

Silent Joe stops mid-drink to watch the transformation, and the two other women slowly lower their weapons.

Silent Joe lowers his drink, his eyes wide as he notices Tol’vas talk in his worgen form. Mary and Duan exchange glances. Tol’vas opts to turn away, and Silent Joe watches him leave. A few other marines watch Tol’vas stride by, and one of them spit-takes while another very drunk marine comments he’s just another furbolg. The other marine argues he’s a worgen, but the drunk one waves the concern away.

Remnii goes to find Aramar, who is sketching some of the naaru and the scenery of the furbolg hold. He doesn’t seem to notice Remnii as she starts to approach, and she notes there are also sketches of Makasa and several other faces of the Wavestrider crew doodled in his sketchbook.

Aramar looks up and around.

He scoots over and Remnii takes a seat.

Remnii chuckles softly.

Remnii cocks her head.

Remnii nods.

Remnii considers.

Aramar nods.

Aramar nods, and Remnii smiles. They get to their feet.

Remnii nods.

Remnii clasps Aramar’s hand, and together they head towards Velen’s antechamber. Aramar looks up at Divinius as they approach.

Divinius looks at Remnii and nods as the duo pass into the antechamber. Velen is kneeling, but he turns to meet the two.

Aramar bows and Velen smiles.

She smiles broadly.

Aramar chuckles.

Velen steps forward.

Aramar nods.

Carefully, he draws the hilt of the diamond blade and conjures the crystalline sword. Velen examines it closely.

He holds a hand out, and Aramar nods and hands the blade over to Velen, who looks at it closer. Velen smiles.

Aramar nods.

Aramar furrows his brow.

Velen shakes his head.

Velen puts a hand on Aramar’s shoulder.

Aramar nods, somewhat in awe of the presence of Velen.

The diamond blade starts to shift and elongates into a staff. Then it becomes a scepter, radiant and crystalline. Then it returns to the bladeless hilt that he hands back to Aramar.

Aramar nods almost automatically.

He looks up at O’ros as he and Velen sit down before the naaru. Remnii smiles at the two of them and bows out as Aramar and Velen begin to talk. Aramar opens his sketchbook and flips it to the page with the Wavestrider and sets it on the ground between them.

Vel and Uther had spent some time in one of the rooms of requirement in Vel’s conjured manor--enough that Uther felt he was starting to get the hang of utilizing subtle spells. It was strange to cast with nothing but his own force of will, but it also felt good at the same time.

As they emerge from the portal, they spot Medivh, whose mouth is half full of food from the various banquet tables.

He holds up a finger, chews for a second, and then swallows before he continues.

Kor’vas pops out with her own mouthful of food and waves.

Illidan shrugs and gets to his feet to head over as Kor’vas bounces after him.

Vel leads them through the portal and they exit onto the third floor. Kor’vas is basically vibrating as she steps out of the magical doorway.

She jumps back through the portal, and then appears again.

Vel takes a few steps down the circular entry as Uther veers off to his own room--which Vel had allowed to remain alongside Elissa’s and Aramar’s, though many of the other rooms had been removed given the likelihood of their prior participants preferring to take on other sleeping arrangements.

She stops at two doors that are next to each other.

She opens the door to Kor’vas’s quarters, revealing a dimly lit room with a very open floor plan. The floors are smooth and made of stone with veins of color twisting through them. The bed is low to the ground, with small night tables next to it. The lattice-work of the ceiling has a shifting evening sky, and there is ivy snaking along the walls with small gardens of luminescent flowers that cast a gentle, pinkish-purple glow.

Most of the room seems to have been designed with a focus on practicality--and like all the other rooms, there was a fireplace against one wall, and a quarter-pool of luminescent water in one corner that was already shedding a faint steam across the floor closest to it. Some of the ivy seemed to have crept into the waters, coiling in small bushels and giving it the impression of a forest hot spring.

It’s a gentle blend of darker night elf aesthetics, and some more highborne architecture.

Kor’vas enters, her mouth agape as she runs her hand over the surfaces of several things within the room.

She runs her hands through some of the glowing flowers.

She looks back at Vel.

For a brief moment, the motes of light behind her blindfold become hard to see, and she reaches up to remove the blindfold. The eyes then start to glow brighter green as she casts detect magic. She spins around the room, her arms out and a wide smile on her face.

Kor’vas falls back onto the bed and bounces as she stretches her arms out.

She sits up again.

Vel relays the command word, and Kor’vas immediately tries it, shifting the ceiling into a depiction of a full moon in a sea of stars. Kor’vas smiles.

She points upward.

She grows quiet and puts her hands behind her head, looking up at the depiction of the night sky.

Her voice seemed to be somewhat choked up as Vel exits with the other two mages and then opens the door to Illidan’s room next door. As Vel had said, it had a lot of similarities to Kor’vas’s room with its open floor plan and twisting ivy, though it had a slightly broodier atmosphere.

He smirks.

Illidan chuffs.

Medivh smiles broadly.

Vel smirks.

Vel and Medivh leave Illidan to his room, and the door shuts and locks behind them as the demon hunter quickly takes the opportunity to have true privacy for himself--away from Kor’vas.

As Vel opens Medivh’s room and they step through the doorway, there is a strange sensation--as if they had walked through a portal like the ones that connected the various floors, but there was no portal to be seen.

Inside, the core aesthetics seem to be very similar to Dalaran’s, with rich blues and purples and bookshelves lining several of the walls. Against the far wall, there is a stand that is clearly meant to hold a staff and mantle. There is a very plush, large bed, and several sitting chairs with low side tables. It’s quite similar to the cozier studies of Violet Citadel.

Twinkling within the lattice-work of the ceiling is a galaxy and star-strewn night sky.

In the one corner there is a bathing pool filled with steaming water, just like the other rooms, and at the very center of the room is a pedestal with a round basin upon it. Within it roils a font of raw arcane energy, and with its wings partially extended over it stands a stone raven statue.

The majority of the ambient light in the room comes from vases of luminescent, blue flowers that cast a dim glow--identical to the one he had conjured when he had teleported them back into the Barrow Deeps.

Medivh has a wide smile as he takes everything in.

He starts to go around the room, investigating everything--starting with one of the vases.

He compares it to the raven on his staff, Atiesh. He then hurries over and runs his hands through the water, and then jumps over to something else--talking about every little detail for a second.

Vel turns and heads out, making her way to the furbolg burial cave that she had managed to locate, and casting [Grave Stride] to get to the Wintercroft. It was still docked in Vengeance Landing, and it doesn’t take long before she falls into a deep sleep.

July 30th

Vel awakens the next morning after her rest on the Wintercroft, she notes the sun in the Northrend sky has gotten lower in the sky as it was only a few months until the frigid land entered its night cycle. Many of the overpasses that protected the undead walking beneath them from the sun’s rays had been adjusted to the new angle accordingly, though the day itself was rather overcast.

She also notes three figures flying in the sky as she walks through Vengeance Landing. They are proto-drakes, but these ones have blue or violet scales instead of red. As she continues to the arcane sanctum, there is something else curious: three vrykul women. One appears to be normal, but the two others have very pale flesh--almost blue--and their bodies seem to be similar to the frost wights like Malande. Their eyes have an otherworldly bluish mist that wafts from them, and they seem to be speaking in their own language and laughing. There is a massive, white-furred bear that is in a pen nearby that is being fed a large slab of meat.

Vel continues into the arcane sanctum and she heads toward the study that Astalor had established as an office. Astalor is speaking inside.

He seems to be having a one-sided conversation. Vel knocks.

The door opens, and Vel sees the Grand Magister standing before her. He looks down at her and his voice enters Vel’s mind.

She had opted to reply telepathically

She hesitates for a moment.

Rommath nods.

Vel nods in return and steps aside so that Rommath can pass by her. However, after he passes, he stops for one more second.

Rommath nods again.

Rommath continues onward, and Vel notes he has a satchel over one arm as well as his staff, and she also detects the shady traces of the [Protective Penumbra] spell that she had helped to develop.

Astalor perks up upon seeing that the Grand Magister had now fully taken his leave, as he had been working on shuffling through a few of his papers while the two vampyrs engaged in their telepathic conversation. He smiles broadly at her.

He gestures over to a still-steaming pot, and Vel promptly prepares herself a cup.

The entire time he had been speaking, it seemed Astalor had been working on something. But as Vel continues to sip at her coffee, the magister then turns around--leaving his hands behind his back. There’s a shitty grin on his face.

He withdraws a beautiful velvet square from behind his back. It’s a deep purple, very similar in color to the coat Vel always wore, with a similar gold-brass trimming around the edge. It looks incredibly soft.

He holds the square out to her, and Vel blinks, setting her mug of coffee aside so she could take the offered square and examine it with both hands. She partially unfolds it, then looks at Astalor’s big smile, and then back at the cloth.

Then it clicks. It’s a portable hole.

Her expression is somewhat taken aback as the full realization sets in.

Vel smirks.

The arcanist had been fiddling with the portable hole ever since it was handed over to her, clearly enjoying the texture of it.

She interrupts herself to start digging in her satchel.

The stack of notes emerges, clasped in her hand.

Astalor’s eyes widen.

Astalor has a hand over his chest, seemingly quite concerned.

She offers the stack of notes to Astalor, who takes them and quickly thumbs through the papers--wincing once.

Vel nods, nodding at the cloth in her hand.

Vel leaves the sanctum and heads back to the Wintercroft where she can easily grave stride back to Timbermaw Hold.

Vel emerges back into the furbolg burial cavern and quickly splits back into the hold and rejoins with the rest of her companions. Illidan, Kor’vas, and Samaara are also getting themselves prepared to leave.

Aramar and Makasa don’t seem to be avoiding each other anymore, but things are still a bit awkward. Daelin is also present along with a few of his marines, and there is a small crew of mages alongside Edirah getting ready to facilitate the transportation to Azuremyst Isle. Velen, Ishanah, and Nobundo are also there, as is Grazle--the leader of the Timbermaw Hold.

Goodbyes start to be exchanged, and Edirah starts to cast a spell--draenic ruins appearing around her.

A moment later, Edirah chuckles.

Remnii hugs all the draenei, and Ishanah looks to the rest.

He looks at Tol’vas.

Daelin approaches Uther and gives him a firm handshake.

Daelin glances over at Seria, but he doesn’t say anything to her.

Her eyes flicker over to Uther.

Samaara looks up at him.

Samaara smirks, and Maraad nods with a stern brow. Samaara then grins as she looks at Remnii.

Tol’vas opens his mouth.

She gives him a light jab on the arm. Illidan sighs, and Tol’vas doesn’t bother to look at him.

She snaps to attention, and Illidan chuffs and folds his arms.

There is a glint that may have indicated some dry humor as her eyes flicker to Kor’vas and Illidan.

Grazle also steps forward and grants a blessing of safe passage over the group. Samaara hugs Remnii and they press foreheads, and then she, Kor’vas, and Illidan start to head off with a few draenei scouts in the direction of the Felwood.

Edirah pulls a pearl-like orb out.

Tol’vas uses [Scrying] on the woman that Edirah described, and the spell goes through. He sees two draenei that seem to be wearing simple robes and attire, and the spell focuses on the female draenei of the pair. She has bluish grey skin and curling horns with silver-grey hair that is pulled back in a ponytail. She is nervously looking around a forest of blue grass and trees, speaking in a language Tol’vas doesn’t understand.

She puts a hand on Riff’s shoulder.

Riff runs forward and gives Seria a quick hug.

He smiles and then glances over to Vel, Uther, and Tol’vas and flashes the Death Adder symbol. Uther brandishes one back, and Vel also offers a small, far more subtle one. Tol’vas does the same, somewhere in the middle of Uther's and Vel’s.

As Tol’vas channels energy through the ironwood tree, casting [Transport via Plants], a portal opens up beneath his fingertips. The group steps through one after the other, and they are greeted with beautiful, blue-colored grass. The air is abuzz with mist, magic, and pollen. They hear the sound of wings fluttering out of the trees as they emerge.

Next to Valaatu is an older draenei who is a bit hunched and quite thin with a bald head aside from his horns. He has two braided tendrils from his chin. They speak up in Darnassian, in quite an amount of awe.

Remnii nods, speaking in tongues.

She gestures beyond the trees, and they can see greyish brick and violet tarps a few hundred feet away.

Maraad nods.

The group heads toward the Azure Watch and they see a simple camp with a few dozen shelters that seem to be easy to both build and take down. There are several draenei around, both krokul and unbroken. There are craftsmen and workers as well as rangers that are likely Rangari like Samaara and, of course, priests and priestesses.

Valaatu points out notable areas and then gestures to one shelter.

There seems to be a great deal of salvage in the area, like crystals and bits of metal. Some artificers seem to be working on bits and pieces in a makeshift forge.

The group seems to have drawn some attention--especially the night elf--but they quickly identify that Tol’vas doesn’t seem to be a threat. Elissa approaches Vel.

They are exchanging words in hushed voices.

Uther furrows his brow as he looks down at his arm.

Vel switches back to Darnassian as she raises her voice to get Valaatu’s attention again.

Valaatu and the other draenei head off as Maraad--who had gotten distracted with speaking with one of the guards he recognized--returns to the group in full.

He looks at Tol’vas specifically.

Remnii gives the group a knowing look.

The two draenei head off while the rest of the group head off into the woods into a discrete location.

Medivh laughs.

Elissa snickers quietly, as she knows one of those people is Vel.

Uther presses the mark Galia had given him and thinks back to her. Perhaps without meaning to, he speaks her name. The small insignia begins to melt and bleed down his arm. It stings and drips onto the blue grass, and then evaporates and shimmers into wisps of red magic. The wisps start to form a creature as if she was being summoned by a planar ally spell.

A figure appears: Galia, the fallen fey-like creature they had encountered before. Tol’vas recognizes her as a sylvar, but unlike the pale blue fur and grey skin, this one has ref flesh and jet-black, severed horns. She smiles, but she isn’t wearing the leathery, witchy outfit she had worn before. She is instead wearing very fancy garb, her silken black hair in a beautiful braid. She has leather cuffs around her hooves and a long coat.

Galia grins.

She notes familiar faces.

She bows to Tol’vas and Medivh.

Galia’s black eyes widen, and she smiles again.

Seria groans unenthusiastically. Galia looks Vel up and down.

Galia’s eyes swivel over to Seria.

She moves closer to Seria and looks her over.

She looks back to Vel.

She looks back at Seria.

Her eyes flicker to Vel.

She spins around on her hoof.

Galia laughs.

Elissa chuckles and her ears turn red. Galia looks back at Seria.

Seria sighs heavily.

She reaches into a pocket beneath the flaps of her coat, and she withdraws a small mirror.

The group backs up.

Seria groans and looks into the mirror. In the scintillating, red, misty magic, it’s like looking into a sauna of blood. The oracula emerges, its bleeding eyes staring right at Seria. It tries to throttle her with a shriek, and there is a sharp pain in Seria’s eyes. She immediately clamps her eyes shut.

As Seria winces back, blood starts to streak down her cheeks. However, Galia presses the side of the mirror and speaks in a language no one understands, but more blood red energy encapsulates the mirror and seals it.

She then smiles and tosses the mirror up and catches it.

She looks down at Seria, and as she opens her eyes she can’t see.

The group rushes over.

Seria pulls her hands away from her face and there are empty sockets there.

Galia pockets the mirror.

She strokes Seria’s hair, who bats her away.

Galia steps away and bows, then disappears as Tol’vas starts to cast [Regenerate]. Uther blesses him. Tol’vas draws energy from the air.

Silvery threads emanate from his fingertips, and green mist settles over Seria, starting to knit her wounds together. It’s a strange sensation, but after a minute the glow in her eyes subsides. It’s blurry for a moment, but then she can see.

Seria’s eyes had returned.

Seria wipes the blood off her face.

Medivh slow claps.

Elissa creeps over to Seria as the group starts to head back.

She smiles with a twinkle in her eye. And then she nudges her. Seria sighs.

Uther shrugs.

Elissa is beaming with pride. Remnii and Maraad rejoin them as they re-enter Azure Watch.

Vel face palms.

Maraad looks somewhat confused.

They head into the shelter that had been pointed out to them. There is parchment strewn around the desk, and the man inside stands--revealing him to be a tall and lanky man. He is fairly well dressed and has a pair of reading spectacles. He has a small crest and a small set of horns that peek out of his black hair.

He clasps Remnii’s hands.

He taps a small orb device in his ear.

The can see a simple map on the desk before him.

He clears his throat as he looks at Tol’vas.

He points to a section of the map.

He sits back down and the group exits the shelter. Tol’vas asks Vel and Remnii to join him as he heads over to talk to the priestess that was tending to the night elf. They see a draenei there, who is wearing a simple white chamois and simple trousers with a toolbelt that has various medical implements. She has a symbol of the Aldor around her neck, and brown hair that is tied back.

Nearby, on a stretcher-like bed, is a night elf with a simple wrappings and bandages. Many of the bandages are bloodied, and the priestess seems to be in the process of changing the bandages. There is a deep, black gash on the woman’s midsection--the edges of which glow with a fel green.

Fateema steps away from the priestess so that Vel can get a better look, and Vel moves forward to investigate the wound. She notes the four striations were likely made by some sort of claw. It is obvious the wound is clearly cursed--as if it is corrupting the flesh around it. Remove curse and greater restoration could potentially slow it at best, but would not remove it. Whatever was responsible for the wound would need to be found so an antidote could be synthesized, as the curse seemed to act like a poison.

Vel looks at Fateema, who nods.

She produces three samples of blood.

Before they leave, they opt to do their preliminary divinations, and Fateems invites them to make themselves comfortable as they were not as busy in the medical shelter as they normally were.

Tol’vas tries to scry using the curse as an anchor point to locate the creature. A scene starts to emerge, and Tol’vas grows excited, but then realizes it was just a reflection of the shelter, and he sits back in frustration.

Meanwhile, Vel ritual casts [Analyze Blood] on one of the blood vials and determines the creature’s name is Minai Foreststar. Her creature type is still humanoid, but there is a strange discrepancy--there is some fiend somewhere in there. There is also a very clear, powerful fel poison coursing through her body.

Tol’vas shakes his head.

Tol’vas nods in agreement.

The group reconvenes, and they meet up with the Rangari that had found Minai. He mentions that it would take about a day to get to the site and introduces himself as Acteon.

Seria casts the [Wind Walk] spell.

The group starts to shift into clouds much to the awe of the gathered draenei.

The group makes their way through the sky, flying after the rangari scout after he gets his bearings. Eventually, he starts to slow and drift down over the trees. They can see pieces of wreckage down below.

Acteon gets close to the ground and starts to shift back to his physical form.

The others transform back, and Maraad takes a wide stance.

Acteon takes some soil between his fingers and sniffs at it.

He gestures for the group to follow after him and he takes his bow out with an arrow knocked and not drawn. As they get closer, they see signs of a struggle, and dried blood on the ground, as well as on the tree nearby.

Then they see a field of white and they realize there are about a dozen moths with bodies the size of Uther’s forearm.

Vel uses [Prestidigitation] to cause a big flash of arcane magic with a loud noise and the moths immediately take off with a flurry of white dust. She then starts to approach some of the blood splatter they had seen. Medivh follows after to help.

Vel notes there are shreds of cloth nearby that seem to have been from the night elf, but she doesn’t see any sort of signs that would indicate a large creature. It was pretty well-covered, but then she spots one little thing. An indent. A scraping on a stone that looks like something burned the side of the rock. She sees something she recognizes, and she casts [Detect Magic].

Meanwhile, Tol’vas shifts into his wolf form and starts to sniff around. She doesn’t smell anything other than the blood of the woman, until he gets the very faint scent of the fel and brimstone. However, he’s surprised he doesn’t get any other scent at all.

Vel finishes her detect magic casting, and she gets faint conjuration magic coming from the place. There are clear hallmarks of teleportation magics.

Tol’vas trots over to Vel, still in his wolf form.

Uther looks over at Maraad.

Acteon raises a finger.

He folds his hands behind his head.

Everyone looks at Remnii.

This page was last edited on June 18, 2023, at 07:11 AM

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