Appearing Characters: Arthak Saurfang, Azgadaan, Azuka, Caria Felsoul, Garona, Garrosh Hellscream, Gramgun Laughingeye, Gul'dan, Halno, Jorin Deadeye, Levia Blackflight, Maim Blackhand, Nyxxa, Selin Fireheart, Teron'gor, Velhari, Vaerux, Win'thas Keenblossom, Zagarra
November 23rd
Arthak follows Gul’dan up to one of the upper levels of Stormreaver Spire. As he passes through some rooms, it is evident that there were a few other small skirmishes. There were a number of Stormreaver warlocks that were also fatally wounded. It appears the Resistance struck at the higher levels as well.
Gul’dan says: It seems your coalition has already attracted attention, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: So it has.
Gul'dan says: In no doubt thanks to that assassin. I’m pleased that she saw fit to lure them directly to my stronghold, but that is a conversation for later.
Arthak Saurfang says: Agreed. A gift from lord Kil’jaeden…
Gul'dan says: Not one to second guess. Nor resent.
Arthak Saurfang says: Exactly.
Gul'dan says: The truth is, Arthak, I did not wish to play this card yet. But if it will allow you to bring a swift end to this Resistance, then perhaps it is time.
Gul’dan entered into a side chamber. There is a Stormreaver warrior there. The first thing Arthak noted is a distinct twinge of sulfur in the air, along with bile. The entire room seemed to be awash in a sickly green glow.
Arthak sees a number of experiments about, along with a number of containment vessels made of bone, hide, glass, and some chalices about. As Gul’dan walked toward the far end, there appears to be a glass case that may have once been used to hold jewelry.
Now it is holding a visible cloud of gas, which seems to be heavier than the air.
Gul'dan says: It was before your time, Arthak. But are you aware of what happened at Shattrath, when we took the war to the home of the draenei.
The mist inside, which is almost a crimson color, has an idol in the middle that is pulsing with energy.
Gul'dan says: If you do, you know of the magics that were wove to give our people the advantage to turn it from a near victory, to one that has gone down as one of our greatest triumphs.
Arthak Saurfang says: I am familiar with the stories. Though… less of the magics.
Gul’dan smiles and gestures at the case.
Gul'dan says: This is the culmination of that magic. A powerful incantation, one that stripped the draenei people of the power of their gods. As I’m sure you noticed, the draenei people are connected to this foul Light and their gods, like the one you captured. This mist, the Red Mist, severed that connection, and robbed them of the power that would have allowed them to repel us. Curiously, this mist had no effect on our people. That is because we are strong. We rely not on the tricks of false gods to guide us. The orcish people are strong. But upon arriving here, in this place, a curiosity struck me. These elves, though the power they draw upon is different, it is not without weakness. The font of magic we transfigured into the stepping stone of our invasion gives them power still. This will strip them of that link, of that power. Render them helpless before us. It will draw them from their hiding holes, and leave them vulnerable. Wanting. I trust that Selin will accomplish what he must need do, and you and your Clipped Wing will finish the rest. It will take some time to prepare greater amounts. I was not prepared to deploy such a weapon. Not one to be utilized against the elves. It is different. Refined. More powerful than what we used before. But it is ready for you, if you would like it. I understand that you may be hesitant, young Saurfang.
Arthak Saurfang says: This is... Not the sort of warfare I am familiar with.
Gul'dan says: And neither is that of the elves. Think not of the warfare, but the lives you will save. Every elf driven from their hiding hole, clapped in chains, or cut down, or changed, is an orc who need not throw his life away. Every elf that realizes that it is futile to resist the Horde’s might, is another sword pointed in the direction of our foes. Think about it, Arthak. After all, you are… a leader of not only warriors, but your responsibilities are many Arthak. And I know how difficult it can be to lose the brave warriors and orcs who look up to you for guidance. I will continue to create more of this magic. When you decide to make the right choice, Arthak, it will be prepared. I only trust that you… make a wise decision. A decision that puts the Horde first.
Arthak Saurfang says: How soon can you be ready?
Gul’dan smiles.
Gul'dan says: As soon as you require it, my friend. And if you require a demonstration, that too, can be arranged.
Arthak Saurfang says: I assume you have tested this before?
Gul'dan says: I have, yes. Many slaves have been taken already this war.
Arthak Saurfang says: May I know what it does?
GUl’dan smiles again..
Gul'dan says: Right this way, Arthak.
Gul’dan leads Arthak out of the room and to what was once a guest quarters of some kind. There is a large orc warrior there, and there is movement and muttering inside the room.
Stormreaver Guard says: Elder. He won’t shut up muttering in that… wordy language of his.
Gul’dan nods.
Gul'dan says: Of course. Allow me to handle it.
The orc gives Gul’dan a set of keys, and Gul’dan unlocks the room. There is the sound of pounding on the wall, and on the other side is an emaciated elf. His eyes are bright and green. He immediately tries to jump on Gul’dan, but the orc guard grabs him by the head and shoves him back.
The elf stumbles, and grabs at his arms, repeating the same thing over and over again. He is wide-eyed and terrified.
Gul’dan turns to the guard..
Gul'dan says: Fetch me one of those creatures.
Stormreaver Guard says: Of course. Zug zug.
The elf scrambles to his feet, and Gul’dan gestures with his hand and the elf freezes. The other orc returns with a wooden cage, which contains a writhing, blue creature. The mana wyrm is tossed to the elf, and immediately the elf jumps on it, nestling it close to his chest, his long nails digging into the creature as its essence is ripped apart and absorbed into his body.
Gul'dan says: They become desperate for the connection that the mist cuts off. Dangerously so. It sometimes proves fatal to the weak, the elderly and young, but for the others, they become ravenous like beasts, and like beasts, they can be corralled. Brought to those who can show them a better way. This power can be yours, Arthak. The ability to end this Resistance before it begins. Before it takes the lives of noble orcs.
Arthak Saurfang says: Keep it ready.
Gul'dan says: I await your command.
Arthak Saurfang says: There are… this Resistance. It cannot survive the dropping of this barrier. But for the time being it also provides an outlet and a way to train our warriors. You know as well as I do that the responsibility of a chieftain is to understand where hardship shapes a clan. The Clipped Wing will shape our warriors for the fighting to come, but this Resistance cannot survive this city.
Gul'dan says: On that, we agree. You are ever wise beyond your years, young Saurfang. The Red Mist will await your command.
Arthak Saurfang says: Very well. You have my thanks, Elder. When the time is right, how shall I contact you?
Gul’dan considers for a moment, then he reaches into a satchel and hands Arthak a small emerald stone.
It’s a sending stone.
Gul'dan says: You need only speak my name in this, and hold this, and I will hear you.
Arthak accepts the stone.
Gul'dan says: And Arthak, good hunting.
Gul’dan turns and leaves, and the Stormreaver warrior nods in Arthak’s direction. Arthak returns the nod, and puts the stone away as he heads back to connect with his people.
Meanwhile, down below, the rest of the party is waiting in the hall where the battle had taken place. The injured have been tended to, and many people are now leaving to prepare to do their part in the upcoming raid. Azgadaan catches Velhari as she is speaking with Selin.
Velhari says: I will be speaking with lady Shaspira on this, of that, you have that certainty. Ah. Prince Azgadaan. Well fought. You arrived at a well-circumstanced moment. With your assistance, and your assistance only, I was able to seize one of their magi before they escaped.
Azgadaan says: You did amazingly.
Velhari says: Your praise is noted and most appreciated.
Azgadaan says: Can I take a moment of your time?
Velhari says: I have little of it, but yes.
Azgadaan says: When you have enough time, would you mind showing me a few things? More… of a martial lesson.
Velhari chuckles.
Velhari says: I suppose if you desired tutelage, I could teach you. I did train under Akama and the rest of the Vindicators for the better part of two years.
Azgadaan says: You’ve had more training than I have.
Velhari says: Yet you still wield your weapon with great confidence, and the magics you wield are impressive.
Azgadaan says: Thank you. I’ve been holding back a tad.
Velhari says: Impressive. I look forward to seeing what you accomplish when unchained, my lord.
Azgadaan says: You as well. Hopefully I will be gaining an audience with lady Shaspira. These events are troubling me. Especially that… creature.
Velhari says: You speak of Sinestra?
Azgadaan says: She seems unstable.
Velhari says: She is many things, and that is one of them. She cannot be trusted. I will be asking Shaspira if I can cull the clan she has enthralled. Their minds are not their own, and they will threaten the Horde.
Azgadaan says: We need to get rid of Sinestra. Perhaps getting rid of that clan is good, but perhaps not a total evisceration.
Velhari says: Perhaps not. Perhaps it will demand on the amount of mercy I have.
Azgadaan says: You and I are of the same mind.
Velhari says: You may accompany me to Quel’Danas if you wish?
Azgadaan says: I have some other things to speak of, but perhaps next time.
Velhari says: Very well. May your errands run swiftly.
Azgadaan says: Have a wonderful day.
Velhari raises her sword, and she mutters an incantation in Eredun, and then brings it down. It rips through the air, forming a portal directly to Magister’s Terrace. She steps through it, and the portal remains shimmering.
Azgadaan expresses a degree of amazement, and Velhari smirks at him, before continuing through.
Nyxxa, meanwhile, was helping Gramgun and Azuka. She feels a presence in the back of her mind as the satyr there begins to mentally speak with her.
Vaerux says: Wow. Didn’t think we’d see her again this soon. My my. She really has changed. For the better, I might say.
Nyxxa says: Don’t say that.
Vaerux says: What? I’m just saying, it seems she’s really listened to the people trying to give her good advice. Some of us can learn from that.
Nyxxa says: I wouldn’t know what that was like.
Vaerux says: Sure you wouldn’t.
Gramgun nods up at Nyxxa and thanks her, completely oblivious to the conversation happening in Nyxxa's head.
Gramgun Laughingeye says: So, uh… You uh, know her?
Caria is currently walking towards Nyxxa.
Nyxxa says: It’s… remember how I said I don’t remember most things?
Gramgun Laughingeye says: Ohhhhh. Ya know, sometimes when I’m out drinking and I run into-- you know, that’s a story for another day. Thanks for the help, miss. Regardless, you may not know her, but it seems she knows you.
Nyxxa says: Yup. Anyway. Can you watch Azuka for me?
Azuka is actually not actively trying to hide anywhere, and Gramgun nods.
Gramgun Laughingeye says: I got her.
Nyxxa says: Thanks.
Gramgun Laughingeye says: Hey, Azuka, come on. Lets make sure Sagaz didn’t wet himself.
They go to find Sagaz, leaving Nyxxa with Caria. The other demon hunter stops behind her.
Caria Felsoul says: Oh Nyxxa, it’s been far too long since we were able to cut loose like that.
Nyxxa clasps her hands together and inhales before turning around.
Nyxxa says: I’m… sorry, I don’t know how to tell you this, but… I guess the last two regenerations haven't been great for my memory.
Caria’s smile fades for a moment, and she frowns sadly. She is not wearing a blindfold. Her eye sockets are empty aside from glowing green orbs of fire.
Caria Felsoul says: Ahhh… I should have known. I’ll never forgive her for what she did to you. When I heard that the Slayer had cut you down, I couldn’t believe it.
She is speaking quietly in Darnassian.
Caria Felsoul says: You don’t remember anyone, do you?
Nyxxa shakes her head. Caria wraps her arms around Nyxxa.
Caria Felsoul says: I’m sorry.
Nyxxa, shocked, returns the hug.
Caria Felsoul says: It’s a shame, that’s going to make it harder. Well, perhaps easier. Ultimately, they will have to be dealt with, so it’s better you don’t remember them. It’ll be easier that way. I know that you always had that tendency to get attached to people, after all.
Nyxxa says: That’s what I keep telling myself.
Caria Felsoul says: Seems you didn’t lose everything, and you still have me. That’s all you need. The rest of them… they don’t understand.
Nyxxa says: So… what happened?
Caria Felsoul says: Well after you turned on the rest, after SHE killed you, I… looked in to see why you had turned against the rest of us. I talked to everyone else, and tried to learn what they thought of you. Not everyone was… very pleased to talk about it. Kor’vas especially, she took it hard. I obviously was smart enough not to talk to the teachers. They would have seen it as a sign I was debating leaving too. But, I got to thinking, maybe you were right. The Slayer is a fool. She always has been. Hiding. Trying some shadow war against the legion. That wouldn’t work. We know what the Legion is. They can’t be stopped, less so by a bunch of sycophants hiding in monasteries and catacombs. No. We were all going to die, and she was going to lead us there. But you saw the truth. You saw you needed to get out. And you were able to. Others would have been cut down and killed, but you were a satyr, so you lived. I was overjoyed you survived. I was hoping you had slipped into the Nether before she absorbed your essence. I was glad you were. I didn’t let her or any of the others catch me. A few caught up, but they were no match. And I didn’t feel a twinge of regret. I couldn’t let myself. That’s what we learned, after all. That ultimately we are alone in this fight, even if we stand together. All must face their demons. But you showed me that sometimes… sometimes we’re just facing the wrong way.
Caria takes Nyxxa’s hand.
Caria Felsoul says: Nyxxa, this is our chance. We can undo all this damage that SHE has done. We can fix this. We can end the Illidari and their pathetic resistance. We can train a new legion of hunters. WE can turn their own techniques against them. My blood is tingling just thinking about it. You and I can start something new. There’re others here. These elves. Some of these could be potential candidates. They have a similar style of fighting. Whatever the Highborne have become… perhaps some of the ones that accepted the gift of the Legion. Maybe some of the orcs can adapt. The possibilities are endless, and I think the two of us can do it. We can make something better than SHE ever could. I’m sorry, I understand you probably don’t remember much. I’m just so excited to see you!
Nyxxa is in a degree of shock.
Caria Felsoul says: We can speak of this later! Here. You always liked working with your hands, right? Look at these. Lord Kil’jaeden gifted them to me personally after I told him everything about the Illidari.
She spins her war glaives from her back and holds them out to Nyxxa. They are immaculate, ancient steel blades with gold trim.
Caria Felsoul says: Have you ever heard of the aldrachi?
Nyxxa shakes her head.
Caria Felsoul says: A long time ago the aldrachi were a race of warriors, people offered everything by Sargeras. Yet their king and his pride was too proud to bend the knee. He and his elite guard were cut down, their world burned. But their weapons, this weapon, survived. This one was wielded by their king, Toranaar. Kil’jaeden offered it to me! Can you believe it?
Nyxxa says: Incredible. Truly incredible.
The smithing is immaculate and alien, and Nyxxa truly believes it has seen thousands of battle. The blades look almost sharp enough to carve a soul in half.
Caria takes the blades and sheaths them behind her back.
Nyxxa goes in for another hug. Caria hugs her back.
Nyxxa says: In that case, I’m sorry I left you alone.
Caria Felsoul says: It’s fine. I’m not angry. I could never be angry at you.
Nyxxa says: Perhaps you can regale me of some of our shared history.
Caria Felsoul says: When we trained together? If that is a positive memory, perhaps. If you want. But I wouldn’t want to dredge up any sadness, as I dunno if you could convince them to turn. Ravencrest has them tied around her finger.
Nyxxa says: Personally I think it’s more painful I can’t remember someone I can fight beside.
Caria smiles.
Caria Felsoul says: I look forward to forging new memories with you as well, Nyxxa. And who knows, if anyone can convince the others to join our cause, it would be you, I’m sure of it.
Nyxxa says: You’re going to make me blush.
Caria Felsoul says: From what I remember, that’s not hard.
Nyxxa says: If I had eyes, I would be giving you a look right now.
Caria Felsoul says: You know, you could, but that’s something for another time.
Nyxxa says: Yeah. Yeah.
Caria Felsoul says: I’ll see you around, Nyxxa. If you need me, well, I won’t be too far, I wager. There’s a lot to do if we’re going to drop this barrier. It’s not bad for… pedestrian magic, I suppose. A far cry from the magics of the old empire, but nonetheless.
Nyxxa says: But still a hassle to deal with. Where are you staying?
Caria Felsoul says: Nowhere in particular at the moment. Where I lay my head is home kind of thing, right now. How about you? I assume you’re staying with that orc.
Nyxxa nods.
Caria Felsoul says: Quite the gig you got, he seems pretty important.
Nyxxa says: He is.
Caria Felsoul says: Saurfang. Hmph.
She smirks to herself.
Caria Felsoul says: Maybe I’ll stop by, see what kind of pad you’re staying in. If you don’t mind a roommate here and there.
Nyxxa says: If you make the trip, you can stay whenever you want.
Caria stretches her wings.
Caria Felsoul says: Not a problem.
Nyxxa says: Are those new?
Caria Felsoul says: The wings? Another gift bestowed on me by lord Kil’jaeden.
Nyxxa says: Ah. I’ll be seeing you around then.
Caria Felsoul says: I’ll catch you later~
Caria turns to leave. Her feet are not cloven hooves, but they appear more demonic. She races toward the door, and then leaps into the air and takes off.
Azgadaan quickly thanks the fel elf with asymmetrical horns for her aid. She doesn’t make eye contact.
Levia Blackflight says: Thank you, m’lord.
Azgadaan says: Keep that up, and you’ll have a place yet.
Levia Blackflight says: You honor me.
Azgadaan says: I hope to see you again.
Levia doesn’t say anything back, but nods.
Azgadaan says: You all did well, seeing you’re all still here.
Selin salutes him.
Selin Fireheart says: Thank you, my lord. You do us a great honor. We live to serve.
Azgadaan says: Once we’re out of this dome, just try to enjoy yourself.
Win’thas yawns.
Win'thas Keenblossom says: I always try to enjoy myself, my lord. On that, you have my promise.
Azgadaan chuckles.
Azgadaan says: Good day.
As Azgadan leaves, Halno approaches and greets the felblood elves in orcish. The imp that had been hanging around Win’thas translates.
Imp Familiar says: The Shadowsword have not mastered the orcish language, yet, sir.
Halno says: Ah.
He switches to Thalassian.
Halno says: How did so many of them get so close without anyone noticing?
Selin Fireheart says: Honestly, I don’t have a perfect answer. They know the city. We know the city as well, but they know ALL the city… and they do have a good number of Farstriders with them. My guess is they utilized the sewers and tunnels beneath the city. That’s what they’ve been using to strike quickly then retreat. They outnumber us by a great margin, even with the Resistance being small.
Halno says: That’s a problem, but I misunderstood the scope of how they operated.
Selin Fireheart says: This is how the elves wage war. Rarely will you find elves standing front and center in the field of battle. I imagine that is how the orcs fight, yes?
Halno says: Mm. Not quite. More akin to a stampede.
Selin Fireheart says: Admirable in its own way, but quite different from the tactics of Quel’Thalas.
Halno says: I think the word you’re looking for is foolish.
Selin Fireheart says: Perhaps. People like myself are few and far between. The majority of the fighting force of Silvermoon is trained in such guerrilla warfare. The Guardians of Eternal Spring was the closest to a standing army, but the average member is far more capable of a skirmish than your typical footman from a human kingdom. Yet, in an all out battle, a footman would be more a reliable shield to your right or left.
Halno says: Fair enough. I was wondering if I might get more information, in the spirit of cooperation with this Clipped Wing coalition--
Selin Fireheart says: Is that what the translation is?
Halno says: I don’t think I messed it up. No, I believe that’s correct.
Selin Fireheart says: Unexpectedly poetic. This Arthak seems to be more well spoken than most orcs.
Halno says: He is.. Fairly unique. Anyway, would it be alright if I dropped in eventually to speak more of your tactics. It may allow early warning.
Selin Fireheart says: I can tell you what I can. I was a member of the Spellbreakers, a group of anti-magic warriors that served as guardians of the king. As for how the Farstriders and magisters work, that’s speculation. It was rare I would work alongside the Farstriders.
Halno says: How about your companions?
Selin Fireheart says: Some, yes, but the Farstriders were insular, and few among their number has joined us. Thus far, at least.
Halno says: I see. Well. Unfortunate, but every bit helps.
Selin Fireheart says: For the time being, while in Silvermoon, we will be located in the palace here. We have a small circle of operation within the mainland city already, and we will be assisting those already present and coordinating with the orcs.
Halno says: I’ll endeavor to speak to you again.
Selin Fireheart says: I look forward to it. Selin Fireheart, by the way. I’m in charge of the Shadowsword military.
Halno says: Halno.
Selin Fireheart says: You’re not everything you seem.
Halno says: No. Very dead.
Selin Fireheart says: I see. Curious.
He eyes Halno up curiously.
Halno says: Yes, I’m not sure how… well. I’m not sure how your people feel about such things, but it’s useful.
Selin Fireheart says: I imagine it would be. The Legion has much to offer our people, no doubt, the gifts you wield will prove to be unorthodox, yet invaluably useful.
Halno says: It did cut down greatly on the time spent learning a language.
Selin Fireheart says: So that is an elf body, then.
Halno says: Indeed. I hope that doesn’t offend, but I’m not fond of deception.
Selin Fireheart says: You have no need of offending me, my friend. I turned my blade on my brothers, betrayed my king, and helped orchestrate the fall of our kingdom. Being offended by a sorcerer from a different star inhabiting the flesh of someone I betrayed will not phase me. But I appreciate the concern.
Halno says: Fair enough. I appreciate the pragmatism. Anyhow. I’ll try to get one of the Deadeye to come with me when I come see you. Preferably sooner rather than later. I imagine you have some that are adept at magics I have never even imagined.
Selin Fireheart says: I imagine you have much to teach them, and they you. I look forward to this opportunity.
Halno says: I look forward to it.
Halno bows, and backs off. Selin watches him curiously.
Azgadaan is talking to Nyxxa in Darnassian.
Azgadaan says: So Nyxxa. You have other friends?
Nyxxa takes Azgadaan’s ear, and pulls it down.
Nyxxa says: Do not tell her anything we have spoken of, understand?
Azgadaan says: Of course. I don’t trust anyone I just met. But. We did trust you when we met. So. Here we are.
Nyxxa just sighs.
Azgadaan says: I’m messing with you, of course.
Nyxxa says: All due respect, Azgadaan, but I’m not in the mood.
Azgadaan says: My apologies. Next time I’ll display more tact.
Nyxxa says: I’ll explain later.
Azgadaan says: Well, we have an entire boat ride. Or some other point.
Nyxxa says: I’ll explain to the immediate members. So I suppose you, Arthak, Sadras… on the boat ride over.
Nyxxa did inform both Arthak and Azgadaan, in private, that Azuka had seen something after Arthak returned.
The Shadowsword are heading out, and Jubei’thos has left. The Warsong are leaving, as had the Bleeding Hollow. The members of the Thunderlords and Kaz have left, as has Kargath.
After checking in with his people, Arthak grabbed the Warsong hunter and told her that he wanted to speak with Garrosh, if she could pass the message. The hunter is also quite baffled Garrosh stormed off. She’s musing that Garrosh and Maim grew up together, so he may be taking it hard, despite the otherwise success.
Azgadaan is poking through the dead elven bodies. There isn’t much to loot.
The group makes their way to the harbor where the Broken Blade ships are moored, which is probably one of the safer places to speak.
Halno is erecting a bunch of alarm spells in the area.
Azgadaan, Arthak, and Nyxxa gather Azuka in a quiet corner.
Azuka says: Can I tell you what I saw yet?
Nyxxa surveys the area and sees no one trying to listen in.
Arthak Saurfang says: Alright.
Azuka says: During the battle… the Bleeding Hollow had some people with them. A female warrior with dreadlocks and a slave.
Arthak Saurfang says: Mmhm.
Azuka says: During the fight, the slave was on a chain. She slipped away and ran to the far side. Lost track of her in the fight, but the warrior followed her. It was weird. I did not see them afterwards.
Arthak and Azgadaan was able to confirm it was likely Zagarra.
Azuka says: Yeah, that was them. That was the same place that…
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes.
Azgadaan materializes an illusion of Maim, but Arthak waves it away as there was not enough information with it.
Nyxxa says: It would not be the first orcs to have complicated relationships with broken.
Arthak Saurfang says: Hmmm.
Nyxxa says: In fact, she did travel with us for some time. And I think she was smart enough to understand the complexities of your situation. Though, I suppose Arthak, you know her better than any of us. Unless you also spoke with her, Azgadaan.
Azgadaan says: I think I spoke with her once, but she didn’t seem to like me.
Nyxxa says: She didn’t seem to like me either. An orc with a distaste for demons and peculiar relations with krokul. Does that sound like anyone we know?
Azgadaan says: Hm. I might be able to think of somebody.
Nyxxa says: In any case, good job, Azuka.
Arthak Saurfang says: Speak nothing more of this, but good eye. What else did you observe from the meeting? Impressions? Thoughts? Leaders? Bystanders?
Azuka says: The elves.. Their leader seems, um...strong. The others, um, I’m not sure. One was barely paying attention. The other looked like she wanted to die. I think that they will help, but I don’t know.
Arthak Saurfang says: You’re right. They will. But they will help to the bare minimum of their interest.
Azuka says: Jubei’thos, the Burning Blade. He is a… dangerous man. That is all I can tell. Um. I think that I saw the Ironmarch was testing you. With the questions he asked. I think he wanted to find out how you would deal with things before he commits. I dunno if he trusts you. Um. The Warsong seemed straightforward, though… I’m not sure. The rest of the Bleeding Hollow seemed distracted after everything that happened. I’m not sure. The Thunderlords leader are like the rest of his former kin said he was. Loud. The demon knight I don’t know. She just seemed angry. Kaz was also loud. I think she just wanted to start fires, both real and in people’s hearts. Same with Rend and Maim, but one of them died. As for that Sinestra woman… I don’t… know. She… I don’t know. I don’t understand what she wants. And that creature in the cage was sad. I wanted to kill it.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good instincts.
Azuka says: Kargath was loud and simply smelled of piss. Too many loud orcs. If you ask me.
Arthak Saurfang says: And I did. Well observed, little one.
Azuka nods.
Arthak Saurfang says: Now, two questions and I will give you peace. Why do you think I refused Sinestra’s offer?
Azuka says: Because you too, um… It was because she was… she was lying. Or not telling the truth. Or not saying things. Or maybe all three. I don’t know.
Arthak Saurfang says: Exactly. You did not understand what she wants, and neither did I.
Azuka says: I would not want to fight alongside such pathetic creatures.
Arthak Saurfang says: And neither would I. Second question. With Maim dead, what do you think will happen next?
Azuka says: I think that… his brother, Rend, will be.. Angry. Maybe reckless? Um. Warchief Blackhand more so. Afraid? Might lash out. Want to secure the fact he’s in power now that one of his sons are gone. Maybe… maybe try to help? For his own reasons. I’m not sure.
Arthak Saurfang says: And what do you think I will do? Apologies, I lied. Last question.
Azuka says: You said only two questions. Fine. You should do what you want. Or… what you have to do. Fight for your clan.
Azuka looks around, clearly wanting to be dismissed.
Arthak Saurfang says: A passable answer.
Azuka blows hot air out of her nose.
Arthak Saurfang says: Blackhand, you’re right, will likely try to help. It’s also all too likely he will use his influence to usurp the Clipped Wing, to secure his son’s vengeance and his own power. Rend I imagine will be in support of his father’s actions, at least in public. For the moment, I believe we are safe from Rend. From Blackhand, less so. So instead of asking a fourth question, I’ll give you the answer. When Blackhand attempts to take the coalition, we will let him.
Azuka looks confused, as does Nyxxa.
Azuka says: Why?
Arthak Saurfang says: because he is an enemy we are not ready for yet. Because the Clipped Wing’s existence fulfills our goals, whether or not I or the broken Blade acquire glory for its success matters little. The Horde will be stronger so long as it exists. Our goal achieved. And Blackhand will think he has won and be satisfied. We can pivot, move in a different direction, attack from a different angle, and he can deal with the smell of Kargath Bladefist.
Azuka smirks at that.
Arthak Saurfang says: War is a matter of advantage, Azuka. Always find the advantage. Well done.
Azgadaan says: Azuka, before you go, I have a question for you. And there’s a reward, regardless of your answer.
Azuka says: What?
Azgadaan says: When Sinestra attacked and I defended, what was the reaction?
Azuka says: Mostly just shock, concern. Some moved to defend, but others just watched. I dunno. I was watching her.
Azgadaan says: Alright. Thank you. I’ll try to prepare something tonight. Every time I see you, it’s about two or three months between.
Azuka says: You really are blind.
Azgadaan says: Almost. I thought we lost you on the way to see the Frostwolves.
Azuka just scoffs.
Azgadaan says: See me in a few hours, and I’ll have something for you. You did good work today.
Azuka leaves, and Nyxxa asks if there is anything else for the group as a whole to discuss. Azgadaan states he is going to be speaking with Shaspira in the hopes of gaining support in dealing with Sinestra. Arthak expresses this is good.
Azgadaan also shows a tiny image of Sinestra throwing a temper tantrum, which he is intending on showing her.
Arthak expresses that, ultimately, Sinestra’s position is tenuous and is dependent on Shaspira. If she loses that support, she will have to flee or face destruction. Ultimately, not every opponent can be dealt with right now. However, he also mentioned that a key point to bring to Shaspira, is Sinestra’s chief claim to power is her influence over the current Dragonmaw chieftain. If her puppet can be removed, that’s also an acceptable third option.
Azgadaan mentions she is building her force with those creatures.
Nyxxa says: If the demons don’t trust her, then that’s… concerning. If the demon’s don’t trust her, but are willing to tolerate her presence, that is even more interesting. I don’t… question for both of you. Did you understand anything that creature said?
Neither did.
Nyxxa says: I don’t know how or why, but I did. Meaning…
Arthak Saurfang says: Something you once knew.
Nyxxa nods.
Arthak Saurfang says: What did it say?
Nyxxa says: It spoke like a child. Not understanding where it was.
Arthak Saurfang says: She’s making an army of some sort. Hm.
Nyxxa says: Things get more and more complicated.
Arthak Saurfang says: They never stop. We simply have to adapt.
Nyxxa says: As a note, Azgadaan, if we’re going to have these talks, I would appreciate you wouldn’t name drop. There’s a saying I remember. To invoke someone’s name is to invite them in on the conversation.
Azgadaan says: Hm. Good to know. I’ll attempt such things in the future.
Arthak Saurfang says: You said you had something to say?
Nyxxa says: Caria. She remembers me, but I don’t remember her. And she is a very… loyal minion of Kil’jaeden. One who has dealt with him personally. At least given what I previously said, that’s all I need to infer at the moment. I will keep an eye on her. She seems to like me. But. I guess… it seems our kind have a common… what’s a nice way to put this. If I were to boil it down, the issue you have with me, Arthak. I don’t think she’ll like being told what to do.
Arthak Saurfang says: Alright.
Nyxxa says: So I will work with her if you wish to work with her through me, regardless, she’ll need a translator.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’d like to speak with her, but she is Kil’jaeden’s agent. And as she demonstrated today, it seems she is capable of handling her own matters.
Nyxxa says: Very adept at dealing with mages it seems.
Arthak Saurfang says: Which is exactly what I need right now.
Nyxxa says: Anything else we need to discuss? Otherwise, I think there is much we don’t know, at the moment.
Arthak Saurfang says: There usually is.
Nyxxa says: I will act as a translator, but I would like to become more adept at… I only have a day of knowledge of the Highborn people-- or, felblood now.
Arthak Saurfang says: If you need leave, I can grant it. I’ll be able to find other translators. Halno speaks the common tongue I believe. If not him, I’ll use someone else.
Azgadaan says: How many days will you be here, Arthak?
Arthak Saurfang says: No more than three. I need to return to the clan, but there are arrangements to be made for the Clipped Wing, and I want to see what the aftershocks of today’s events will be before i return.
Nyxxa says: Is there any knowledge you wish for me to try and gather? You don’t need to tell me now, but think on it.
Arthak says he will.
Azgadaan says: I need to head back to the island soon while this information is still fresh.
Arthak and Nyxxa stay behind on the mainland while Arthak makes arrangements to get Azgadaan back via the ship.
Halno, having now warded the vessel, pulls Arthak aside to speak as Arthak is going over some maps and things.
Halno says: I… uh…
He shuts the door behind him.
Halno says: I don’t have a tactful way to say this. You and Gul’dan earlier. What exactly were you discussing?
Arthak Saurfang says: May I ask why you want to know?
Halno sits down.
Halno says: Largely due to… there are a great many things he can do, and a great many things we should not resort to. Gul’dan errs to the side of easier solutions that should not be utilized. By easy, I mean more widespread destruction. I don’t know why he makes them appear so easy. Like shattering a mountain… I understand you don’t trust me, and I’m not going to force you to tell me anything.
Arthak Saurfang says: He presented me one of those easy solutions.
Halno sighs heavily.
Halno says: And what did you say? Did you agree to it?
Arthak Saurfang says: I spoke. And I asked when it would be ready. And I expressed that the Resistance cannot survive this city.
Halno says: True enough. So true. Are you… as I mentioned, I’m sure you don’t trust me. You have no reason to. Caution, I’m sure you’re well aware. Just be careful.
Arthak Saurfang says: I intend to be. So you’re dead?
Halno says: Ah. Yes. This is not my original body.
Arthak Saurfang says: So…
Halno says: Who am I? I imagine it’s someone you’re familiar with.
Halno removes his mask.
His features are muted and pale, severely damaged, burned. But Arthak had stared into his eyes when he was slain.
Arthak recognizes him. He stares, and then lights a cigarette.
Arthak Saurfang says: Ah… Hm… Sylvos Windrunner, I believe was the name.
Halno says: Congratulations, you know more about this body than I do.
Upon hearing the name, there is sort of a deep feeling. Halno’s heart doesn’t beat anymore, but for a brief moment, upon hearing the name, there is a pit between his stomach and his heart, and it lingers for a moment. It’s an alien feeling. One Halno hasn’t felt for a while.
Halno says: Well… that’s…
Halno starts rubbing his chest.
Halno says: Bizarre.
The feeling fades. He knows for a fact that was his name once.
Halno says: It would seem the flesh remembers. That is… concerning. Have you… no I imagine you have not been made aware. I am… one of quite potentially many to come, death knights. Gul’dan is terrible at naming, we don’t need to say it. We’re dead. I’m not a knight, but I’m sure he’ll make a knight. Anyways, it’s an entire process, and it’s quite potent in its design
Arthak Saurfang says: So. Are you the flesh, or are you the spirit of the orc wearing the flesh, or what?
Halno says: I believe I may be unique in my situation. I was the first. And I was the one they… improved the process after. A test subject. As a result, I’m… I believe the answer may be both in this case. I’m not quite sure myself until you said the name. But it’s not the first time I’ve had a strange familiarity with these people. And… my purpose here, along with helping you with the mages and dealing with them… Gul’dan didn’t send me to spy on you, he sent me here to assess you.
Arthak Saurfang says: Assess me for what?
Halno says: His… naming sense sucks. His Shadow Council. He wants to know if he can make you a member. If you can be trusted to be a member. Or if you’re too dangerous to, well…
Arthak Saurfang says: I get the sentiment. And what have you assessed thus far?
Halno says: Quite frankly, not a lot. You’re terribly competent. And I would… had I not had my own concerns, recruited you immediately. But. How should I say it. You don’t seem like you… it’s hard to put into words. The feeling isn’t right. You are incredibly competent. Incredibly intelligent. The only thing you lack is knowledge on magic, and that can be remedied. So I would recommend you, but this is also a slow process, and general speaking I would never announce my goal here. But again, you’re… unique among orcs.
Arthak is watching, and it’s a very.. Strange situation. Halno is speaking perfect orcish, but he has the voice and body of an elf.
Arthak Saurfang says: So why are you telling me all this? Announcing your goal?
Halno says: You’re unique. You, more than anyone else, respond better with honor instead of poor attempts at deception. And… a part of me wanted to see how you reacted.
Arthak Saurfang says: Interesting. So what do you think happens next? Where do we go from here?
Halno says: Well that’s… entirely up to you. Always has been. I’m here to observe. If you would like me to continue observing and recruit you, I’ll do so. If you’re not interested, I will inform… Gul’dan you are not suitable. But it can provide unique opportunities.
Arthak Saurfang says: Continue observing.
Halno says: Very well.
Arthak Saurfang says: I take what is given. At the moment, that means you, a… unique individual, and a unique opportunity.
Halno says: I appreciate the compliment. Ah. In a slightly different change, well, I guess not change of pace. Anyways. How would you feel, Arthak, if I requested to join this clan of yours?
Arthak Saurfang says: Request accepted, assuming Teron’gor will be willing to let you go.
Halno says: Ah. Technically, I’m clanless. I became Ironmarch. I have no obligation.
Arthak Saurfang says: In that case, welcome to the Broken Blade.
Halno says: Thank you very much, Arthak.
He extends a hand, and with a weird smirk, Arthak takes the hand.
Halno says: It’s been a pleasure, Arthak.
He grabs up his mask and puts it back into place.
Halno says: Sylvos Windrunner, you said.
The name rolls off his tongue easily.
Arthak Saurfang says: He died well.
Halno says: I’ll have to look into this name. It’s uncomfortable not knowing about your own body. Ah. And with the death knights. More will appear. You can recognize them by these.
He raises the scepter he carries at his side.
Arthak Saurfang says: We may be seeing a return of Maim Blackhand after all. Good to know.
Halno says: And given your penchant to attempt to kill… well, I shouldn’t be saying attempt, you’re good at it… we’re rather notorious to kill. Or, rather, stubborn.
Arthak Saurfang says: Ideally, I won’t be put in a position to have to try.
Halno says: I hope not. Anyhow, I’ll get back to whatever it is you’re dealing with. I imagine Sagaz needs more tutoring. He’s more adept than I expected.
Arthak Saurfang says: He’s full of surprises. And not to be underestimated.
Halno turns to leave.
Halno heads to Sunstrider Isle to meet with the Shadowmoon. As he crosses the Dawning Bridge, he notes the area of Sunstrider Isle that has become of the greatest interest to the Shadowmoon clan, as well as the Twilight’s Hammer, who have also taken up their camp here.
It’s the ruins of a great elven academy. The ruins are still floating in the air, but a confluence of chaotic arcane energy is still rippling. There appears to be some sort of wraith-like creature flickering across the area, which are notably aggressive, especially to spellcasters.
The tower known as the Sunspire has become the home of the Shadowmoon clan. Which was also a site he had visited fairly frequently over the last few months.
Halno pokes around, looking for his former remains. He manages to find them, and stashes them in his bag of holding.
He then heads toward the Sunspire, and notes Teron’gor himself at the apex. With him are two other death knights. There are two orcish necrolytes also kneeling at a star, but neither are living--ritualistic daggers plunged into their chests.
There is also another corpse there. It’s the body of Maim, spiritual energy keening in the air.
Teron’gor holds a scepter in his hand, his eyes black as necrotic energy amasses around the scepter. It attempts to bind itself to the body, dripping down to the corpse, but then cracks start to show up in the crystal on the scepter before it explodes.
Teron'gor says: Useless. Absolutely useless.
Halno says: I’m not professional… but that’s not supposed to happen.
Teron'gor says: Correct. The Warchief’s son is not adequate for this ritual. The others have a magical acumen, but Maim Blackhand’s soul is far too weak, it seems. A pity.
Halno says: I take it the… there’s nothing we can do?
Teron'gor says: Not something so complex, no. This ritual has failed with plenty of our own, however, I was hoping a man like him would be strong enough. Apparently not.
Teron’gor begins to incant once more in a deep, chanting orcish.
Teron'gor says: Shadows give us life, feel my rage, my sorrow. Feel the pull of this champion. Fill him with my rage. Feel him with my sorrow.
Inky, black and red shadows sink into Maim’s body, and his veins are blackened, and his muscles tense. The orc’s flesh turns even more pallid, and his eyes suddenly flicker open after about a minute.
Halno quickly realizes that Teron’gor used create undead.
Maim’s eyes are now a bright red color, and he pants for a moment, but then his panting and breathing stops completely.
Maim Blackhand says: Where am I?
Teron'gor says: Back, as it turns out.
Maim Blachand says: Where is she?
Teron’gor and the other death knights look at each other, confused.
Maim stands up, and he grabs one of the death knights.
Maim Blackhand yells: WHERE IS SHE?
Teron'gor says: There will be no need of that, Maim Blackhand. I believe you know where she is.
Maim stops, and looks at Teron’gor, and then his focus turns toward the city. He begins to walk toward the city, and passes Halno.
Maim Blackhand says: I. Will. Kill. Her.
Teron'gor says: Maim Blackhand.
Maim freezes and turns back. Teron’gor grabs two long swords that are jagged like saws, and he tosses them to Maim.
Teron'gor says: You might need those.
Maim wordlessly turns away and starts to walk toward the city once more.
From what Halno knows of undead and this magic, he is able to identify Maim as a revenant. It’s an immortal undead creature that will continue to seek the person that killed it until it gets its revenge, at which point the magic will then fade.
It was a curious choice for the son of the warchief.
Halno says: That’s a unique solution to a problem.
Teron'gor says: Well. Now that that’s taken care of. You have the look of a man who has something to tell me.
Halno says: Yes. I have joined Arthak’s clan, and as a result I will not be returning to the Shadowmoon now that my time as Ironmarch is done.
Teron’gor laughs.
Teron'gor says: You and everyone else.
Halno says: It seemed fitting for the current purpose.
Teron'gor says: You’ll have no disagreement from me. I don’t care about what you do with your time.
Halno says: No. I thought it polite to inform you.
Teron'gor says: I’m touched, Halno. What you do with your time now that you’ve returned from the Ironmarch is your choice, and you know what I must know from you.
Halno says: In relation to those matters, it seems the body possesses some memories. I haven’t got anything more specific, but upon hearing the body’s name… call it a familiarity?
Teron’gor inclines his head.
Teron'gor says: That is most curious, you’re right.
Halno says: I intend to look into it deeper. But it seems more akin to deja vu than anything else. Maybe if I backtrack the knowledge of the individual, I can trigger specific memories, or learn specific things. Maybe what he knew in life.
Teron'gor says: Most curious. If you’re able to learn more, do inform me. I will make it worth your while.
Halno says: Of course. In going further, if you happen to stumble upon any information of the Windrunners, that will help. Apparently that is the… family name of this body.
Teron'gor says: Noted.
Halno then bids his farewell, and heads back. He arrived back late in the evening.
Arthak heads with Nyxxa to speak with Jorin to try and track down Garrosh.
He hears Garrosh’s voice from within Jorin’s tent.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Do you understand what you’ve done? This is more complicated than you realize, wench! You’re lucky I don’t take your head from your shoulders.
Jorin Deadeye says: Garrosh, enough. What is done is done. We can only move forward.
Garrosh Hellscream says: I’m aware, Jorin.
Arthak clears his throat.
Jorin Deadeye says: Chieftain Saurfang! You’re just in time, come in.
As Arthak enters, he sees Jorin and Garrosh, and he hears rattling chains, as he sees the chain of the krokul in Garrosh’s hand. Zagarra is also present, looking angry, and a bit ashamed.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Arthak. What are you doing here? And what is she doing here? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something?
He gestures at Nyxxa.
Arthak Saurfang says: Nyxxa, would you mind giving us some privacy?
Nyxxa says: Alright.
Arthak Saurfang says: Thank you.
Nyxxa goes outside the tent, and goes a small distance away, but attempts to eavesdrop.
Garrosh Hellscream says: That handles one problem, but that doesn’t answer what you’re doing here, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: I came to speak with Jorin. About where to find you.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Well. Isn’t that convenient.
The krokul goes to speak, but Garrosh pulls the chain tighter.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Not a word, whelp. Well, you found me, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: In regards to your offer. I believe it would be best if, of the two of us, I stayed within the ban’dinoriel. I have duties I can’t get out of. Not in good conscience. Whereas you have… more freedom of movement. Moving outside the confines of this barrier. I believe it would be an ideal situation for us both.
Garrosh exhales.
Garrosh Hellscream says: I’m inclined to agree, Arthak. I’m glad that we are of the same mind. And you--
He pulls the chain closer.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Will be coming with me.
Arthak Saurfang says: Might I ask who this is?
Garrosh Hellscream says: This? This is no one of your concern. Simply a troublemaker, one I will be keeping an exceptionally close eye on from here on.
Arthak looks at Jorin, who is giving Arthak a look. One that says he wants to tell Arthak something, but doing so may not be safe.
Arthak Saurfang says: How safe are we, Jorin?
Jorin Deadeye says: Safe enough. But for this? Perhaps there is nothing safe enough.
Arthak Saurfang says: Then lets keep it brief. One of my clan saw. I know.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Of course. And now you understand what a mistake you made. Let me guess, you think Maim’s assassination on my hands.
Arthak Saurfang says: No. Not from what I was told. Also. There’s no benefit in it. No advantage to be gained.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Only further difficulties.
Arthak Saurfang says: With a satisfaction of a personal grudge.
He glances to the krokul. And upon doing so, he sees the faintest glimmer and flicker of magic. She is being disguised by a potent spell, likely from Jorin. He looks at Jorin, and silently communicates that he caught it.
Garrosh Hellscream says: At the moment, it would be wise if we go together. But Jorin--
Jorin Deadeye says: I already plan on going. Circumstances have lead us to believe that I have reason to seek something outside the barrier. And I believe that may be our ticket out of this city. I’ve done some speaking to Gul’dan and to members of his clan. I’m to understand that there are a number of interested parties seeking something outside. If we agree to work with them, we can accompany them. And we can find the others and accomplish our other goals. So I will be accompanying you, as will some powerful demons. Don’t--
He raises a hand to interrupt the start of Garrosh's argument.
Jorin Deadeye says: Don’t protest, Garrosh. I appreciate your faith in me, but I can’t get through that barrier. This is our best bet. You can go elsewhere, but I will be going with them.
Arthak Saurfang says: And to help you, Jorin.
He hands Jorin a vial of his own blood.
Jorin Deadeye says: That will come in handy.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Do you mind telling me what this is all about?
Jorin Deadeye says: The blade is closer than we expected. I intend on finding it, and destroying it, or at the very least, containing it. I don’t have any further plans than that, but that is a start. If we don’t accompany them, they will find the blade, and do what they wish with it. I will not let Dranosh’s sacrifice be thrown back into their hands. What you choose to do is up to you, Garrosh. But I… I am not strong, as you may have noticed. I will need backup. Backup that you can provide. And I can offer protection only I can provide. To both of you. I would say you have a choice in the matter, but you don’t.
Garrosh squints at Arthak, and at Jorin. He walks up to Jorin and grabs him by the robe. Jorin doesn’t try to fight.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Don’t give me a reason to lose my trust in you, Jorin.
Jorin Deadeye says: I would never dream of it, Garrosh. You can believe that without a shadow of a doubt. They’ll likely be ready to leave in a few days. You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need. It would be good for us to stay together for obvious reasons.
Garrosh loosens up on the krokul’s chain a little bit, and drags her out.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Zagarra. You’re to aid Arthak in his coalition. I trust you’ll be able to disguise yourself enough.
Zagarra says: Yes sir.
Arthak Saurfang says: Garrosh.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Yes Arthak?
Arthak takes a few steps forward and offers his hand. Garrosh takes it, and Arthak pulls him close, speaking softly.
Arthak Saurfang says: They found a way to bring back the dead. And they’re scouting me.
There’s a moment, and Garrosh’s eyes widen as he pieces together several things.
He whispers back.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Then I trust you understand why I do what I have to do.
Arthak Saurfang says: I understand some. I would understand all.
Garrosh Hellscream says: In time. But in the mean while. Don’t become one of the heads I roll, Arthak. Once they get their claws in you, there’s no escape.
Arthak Saurfang says: Fine. Promise you won’t become like them trying to stop them. Some of us have to hold on to honor.
Garrosh’s grip loosens for a moment, and as he passes Arthak, he squeezes Arthak’s shoulder.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Good hunting, little Saurfang. Don’t disappoint me with your stories when I return.
Arthak Saurfang says: I won’t. Be safe, Rosh.
Garrosh grunts, and he tugs the krokul along. The krokul looks up at Arthak, and the look on her face is equal parts infuriated, terrified, and wants to say something. But she doesn’t, as Garrosh tugs her out of the tent.
Jorin just exhales.
Jorin Deadeye says: At least he’s in a better mood. He’ll be a great traveling companion, I’m sure.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’m sure. Jorin. What is this piece that he is not telling me about?
Jorin sighs.
Jorin Deadeye says: There are still many pieces, Arthak. More than I can keep straight at times. It’s not easy living between two worlds. I imagine that stress will continue getting to Garrosh. It’s good he has people like you, and good that he’s carrying them nearer, as far as that’s concerned. Though perhaps he won’t realize it.
Arthak looks at Jorin, and then to Zagarra.
Arthak Saurfang says: A chain.
Jorin Deadeye says: A disguise. And a tool. A protection from undesirable eyes. My own, for example.
Arthak Saurfang says: I need to speak with that slave.
Jorin Deadeye says: You had best not, Arthak. She won’t be more than an arm’s length from Garrosh. I know how you may feel. I will do everything I can to protect her. From him and from others. I already have. At best, I can relay a message to her. After we’ve left the safety of the city. I can’t stop you. As I said, I’m rather weak. But, from a friend, please don’t.
Arthak Saurfang says: Did Dranosh know?
Jorin nods.
Jorin Deadeye says: Though he was in a similar mindset to myself, and not of those with more grudges to hold, and more specters of death.
He glances at Zagarra, who looks down and ashamed, but unrepentant.
Arthak Saurfang says: There are questions I have, things I think I may have put together. If I’m right, she’s no more guilty than a dagger is. She does not deserve another chain.
Jorin Deadeye says: In time, perhaps chains will not be needed.
Arthak Saurfang says: When you all return, I will want to speak with her.
Jorin Deadeye says: I will introduce such an idea to Garrosh once we return. Just give me some time.
Arthak Saurfang says: Remind him of what I told him. I’ve given him my trust. Time for him to extend his.
Arthak grunts.
Arthak Saurfang says: Thank you, Jorin.
Jorin Deadeye says: I should try and rest before we leave. I get the sense that I’ll be sorely sleep deprived by the time we return. If you require anything before I leave, please. But I don’t believe it will be long. I’ve been lead to believe the dreadlords are not wont to dally.
Arthak Saurfang says: No. I’ll be fine. Tend to yourself. Ready yourself. And thank you again. And. Do not call yourself weak, Jorin. In some ways, you are stronger than most.
Jorin Deadeye says: Now. Now now, Arthak. Don’t say it too loud. People may hear you.
He puts his finger to his lips, his eye tired, and he smiles. Arthak returns it, then looks at Zagarra.
Arthak Saurfang says: Huntress.
Arthak turns to leave.
Zagarra says: Good hunting, Arthak. If the spirits can hear us, may they guide you to your quarry.
Arthak doesn’t respond, however, he hears a last word Jorin has with Zagara.
Jorin Deadeye says: Well. My friend. What say you we calm down with some of this tea. It’s not bad.
Arthak joins Nyxxa.
Nyxxa says: For what it’s worth, I’m glad you don’t keep me on a chain.
Arthak Saurfang says: I think the both of us have enough chains to deal with.
Nyxxa says: And with that, I can start looking for Caria.
Arthak Saurfang says: Sure. A nice relaxing chat. Lets find her. Lets see what Lord Kil’jaeden has in store.
It’s not hard to follow Caria’s trail. It’s a bit of a wild goosechase, but eventually the trail leads them back to the port. They spy her sitting atop one of the highest structures in the city: the statue of the highborne founder, staring towards Quel’danas.
Still hanging off the statue is the decapitated head of the great red dragon. It’s still preserved.
Nyxxa calls up to her, and Arthak sees Caria stand up and then leap off the side of the stature. She flutters to the ground and smiles at Nyxxa.
Caria Felsoul says: Aww, you missed me so soon?
Nyxxa says: I did. But also, Arthak wants to talk to you.
Caria Felsoul says: Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, bossman. He… can’t understand me, can he? Well I look forward to speaking with you more formally. I’m Caria Felsoul, but you probably remember me.
Nyxxa takes on the role of translator for Caria.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well done performance.
Caria laughs.
Caria Felsoul says: I’m glad that it held a candle to your opening act.
Arthak Saurfang says: It provided an excellent segue back to the matter at hand, as it were. I’ve been lead to believe you were sent by Lord Kil’jaedan.
Caria smiles.
Caria Felsoul says: I suppose that may have been a slight misnomer. I serve Kil’jaeden. But I came here, well, partially out of curiosity, but mostly to find you, Nyxxa.
Arthak Saurfang says: I see.
Caria Felsoul says: When I heard of somebody of your particular description… a satyr with peculiar weapons and teal hair, I thought maybe, and I was right. Not many saw you, but enough. Not to mention the events here are something of a hot topic. So I offered to assist, but no, Kil’jaeden didn’t send me personally. I volunteered on his behalf.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good to know. May I ask, then, with your hunt for Nyxxa successful, do you still intent to assist with the Clipped Wing, or do your long term interests here lie elsewhere?
Caria Felsoul says: Well truthfully, I’m more than interested in seeing this to its conclusion. This world. Azeroth. It’s important. It has a great deal of importance that is older than you, or I, or even Nyxxa. And ultimately, there’s a lot on this planet that I want to see. And some people I want to find. In the future, of course. Some… loose ends to cut, you can say.
Arthak Saurfang says: I see.
Caria Felsoul says: But my interests are aligned with yours, I assure you. I fully intend to put on as many of these performances I can, provided I don’t run out of targets.
Nyxxa says: Plus we’re all trapped in the dome anyway.
Caria Felsoul says: Precisely. So being a good neighbor.
Arthak Saurfang says: Indeed. As long as you continue to keep killing elven mages, I will ensure you’re provided with any resources you need.
Caria Felsoul says: I very much appreciate it. I’m here on my own volition, and I’m not about to ask Kil’jaeden for further assistance. He’s given me so much.
Arthak Saurfang says: You may benefit from working with the Archival Authority, if you haven’t already.
Caria Felsoul says: I’ve been… reluctant. I heard that Lady Shaspira and Kil’jaeden don’t see eye to eye. I don’t think my presence would be welcome. She wouldn’t want me crowding her style.
Arthak Saurfang says: Though I imagine with lady Sinestra’s display, there are more unwelcome presences than yours.
Caria Felsoul says: You’re right. Perhaps I should introduce myself. And our goals are the same.
Arthak Saurfang says: Conquest of Azeroth. Very well. If there’s anything you would like to ask, or know, about me or from me, here’s an opportunity. Otherwise, I can leave the two of you to catch up, or I can go about our business.
Caria Felsoul says: Saurfang, yes?
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes.
Caria Felsoul says: Huh.
Arthak Saurfang says: You’re familiar with my lineage?
Caria Felsoul says: I know of at least one, yes.
Arthak Saurfang says: Broxigar.
Caria Felsoul says: So you do too.
Arthak Saurfang says: My sire.
Caria Felsoul says: Your... sire? That’s interesting. Did you know him?
Arthak Saurfang says: No. Died before I was born.
Caria Felsoul says: I see. My condolences. I lost my parents a long time ago as well. If I were you, I’d let that rage fuel you. It can be quite potent.
Arthak Saurfang says: And so it has been.
Caria Felsoul says: I like you, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: So far, I appreciate your sense of theatrics.
Caria chuckles, then as an aside to Nyxxa.
Caria Felsoul says: Rather charming for an orc, isn’t he?
Nyxxa says: More talkative than most.
Arthak Saurfang says: At a later date I would be curious to hear what you know of Broxigar. I’ve heard many different stories.
Caria Felsoul says: For what it’s worth, not much.
Arthak Saurfang says: That’s usually the case.
Caria Felsoul says: But perhaps someday. Perhaps.
Arthak Saurfang says: Perhaps. Well. very well then. It was a pleasure meeting you officially, Caria. If you need anything, contact me or Nyxxa. I imagine anything you tell her can find its way to me.
Caria Felsoul says: A sound arrangement. I usually work alone, but I can make some exceptions. Especially to you, Nyxxa.
Arthak takes his leave. Nyxxa asks Caria if teal is an uncommon color for hair, and Caria confirms it’s not, though it’s more the female saytr aspect. She mentions it’s good to see color again. In a sense.
Caria Felsoul says: It’s like viewing the world through a burning masterpiece. Maybe you can in time. Lord Kil’jaeden is a merciful master.
Nyxxa and Caria part ways again.
Arthak and Nyxxa return to the Ironmarch, as the Summerfall has went back to Quel’danas. Later that evening, Halno also shows up.
