Appearing Characters: Arthak Saurfang, Azgadaan, Blackhand, Dal'rend Blackhand, Gel'nok, Go'el, Gramgun Laughingeye, Halno, Khadgar, Lantresor, Levia Blackflight, Mork, Nyxxa, Rakeesh, Rehgar Earthfury, Ritssyn Flamescowl, Sadras, Sagaz, Samaara, Shaspira
November 25th
Early that morning, Arthak goes to seek out Dal’rend. He had been seen largely in the area formerly known as Solstice Square, which had been the head barracks of Silvermoon’s guard. Halno joins him, as does Nyxxa and Levia. Azgadaan stays on the boat.
Halno pokes Levia about her magical abilities, and she said that she can’t really explain it. Her healing magic is new, and formerly she trained at a mage academy, but it’s more instinctual.
Halno says: How does that feel?
Levia Blackflight says: I dunno know how to describe it. Why are you so curious?
Halno says: Hi. My name’s Halno. I’m a magic junkie.
Levia Blackflight says: Right. Well. I don’t understand much of it anyways. Whatever you’re trying to learn, I don’t think I can tell you. This, everything, is rather new. All of this. And the powers that I have from what I am, what I became, are still unknown to me.
Halno says: I see. Well, if you learn anything you’re willing to share, I’d be more than keen to listen. Maybe I can help you navigate it.
Levia just nods.
It’s clear she’s extremely nervous, and mildly irritated, though not so much at Halno as the subject matter at hand. There’s likely more she’s not saying.
They pass through the Byway and the ruins of the bazaar, and finally through the Walk of Elders.
The former barracks of the Guardians of the Eternal Spring lie damaged and somewhat rebuilt, as it underwent some form of direct conflict. There is wreckage from where an infernal took down a tower, yet the building is still mostly in one piece.
It’s a heavily patrolled section of the city, so they pass a lot of orcs on their way.
A stoneguard of the Blackrock approaches and asks what they can do for them. Arthak informs him they are looking for Dal’rend. Arthak is informed that Dal’rend had been occupied recently in light of the events at Stormreaver Spire. He offers to fetch him as long as he’s not speaking with the Warchief.
Arthak thanks the guard.
Not too long later, the guard returns with Dal’rend in tow. It’s clear he is heavy with fatigue, and he has not been taking care of himself.
Dal’Rend Blackhand says: What is it?
Arthak Saurfang says: I just wanted to talk. Your warrior said you’d been busy. Hunting for the Shrike?
Rend sighs.
Dal’Rend Blackhand says: For as much as I can. For as much as any of us can.
Arthak Saurfang says: I am sorry, for Maim. I came to offer my support in securing your vengeance.
Dal’Rend Blackhand says: Vengeance? I’m not sure I even need to seek vengeance. I don’t think he’ll need any assistance claiming that.
Arthak Saurfang says: So. Maim is… back?
Dal’Rend Blackhand says: I don’t know. But his flesh certainly is.
Halno steps forward.
Halno says: He’s not so much back as a being of rage and anger hell-bent on vengeance.
Dal’Rend Blackhand says: I surmised as much. He returned the day afterwards. Took as many of our men as we had, and took off again. He didn’t so much as glance at me. I assume he took them into the sewers to hunt whoever did this. To hunt whatever tendril of the Shrike took him from this world. I don’t know. But it’s all I can do to keep an eye on him.
Arthak Saurfang says: I see.
Dal’rend Blackhand says: if you came here out of concern of your coalition, I have every intention to honor my commitment. But without Maim listening to any of our orders, or whatever is left of my brother, I cannot guarantee that the Blacktooth Grin will be able to provide a great deal of assistance.
Arthak Saurfang says: We have not ever seen eye-to-eye, Dal’rend, but… I know what it’s like to lose a brother. My concern was not for the coalition. Though this is new information that… I had an idea, something you might be interested in.
Dal’rend Blackhand says: Hmph. Don’t waste your breath trying to empathize, Arthak. Saurfang the Lesser was your kin, yes, but Maim and I have shared every experience since we came into life. I did not lose a brother. I lost a part of myself. But what do you have to say? What is this proposition of yours?
Arthak Saurfang says: The strength of this barrier is bound to the lives of mages, so if the morale of the resistance… they’re fighting to prolong its existence. One of their mages already lies dead thanks to Lord Kil’jaeden’s intervention. But there’s another. Hiding behind a wall of magic. I have the beginnings of a plan forming. If we can take that manor, take that mage, the time table grows even shorter. The resistance grows desperate. And we get an opportunity.
Dal’rend Blackhand says: You’re speaking of the manor protected by the rainbow barrier. What do you need me to do in this?
Arthak Saurfang says: The Blackrock and the Blacktooth Grin, you know how to lay a siege. You know how to dig. There are catacombs running under this entire city, and underneath the manor. My intention is to drop the building, so we can access it more easily.
Dal’rend Blackhand says: You want to bury a manor protected by magics you can’t even understand. Don’t you think they have protections against that?
Arthak Saurfang says: Possible. But there’s always a way. I’m going to consult others.
Dal’rend Blackhand says: Then you should speak to Flamescowl. He’s the one in charge of trying to drop the barricade. I have a feeling that if such a thing was possible, he likely tried it. But he may know more. But you are right, the Blackrock knows how to siege, and the Blacktooth Grin knows a thing or two about rapid entry. I may be convinced to lend you our assistance. But I will not throw my men at a deathtrap. We’ve lost enough because of your coalition.
Arthak Saurfang says: I would not ask you to. I’ll return with a plan.
Dal’rend Blackhand says: Good. And if you find Maim.
He sighs and closes his eyes.
Dal’rend Blackhand says: Nevermind. I’ll handle it.
Arthak Saurfang says: Believe my words or not, if you need aid with this, call. I’ll answer.
Rend’s eyes narrow, but he nods and turns away. From the same hall he had come from, Arthak hears a voice.
Warchief Blackhand yells: Saurfang!
As Arthak turns to look, he sees Blackhand. His arms are crossed. Arthak bows.
Warchief Blackhand says: I’m expecting results. Do not fail to deliver them.
Arthak nods, and Blackhand and Dal’rend disappear back into the hall.
Arthak Saurfang says: Alright. Let us return home.
Halno is familiar with the name Ritssyn Flamescowl. He’s a powerful orcish warlock, and he is technically a member of the Shadow Council, but Halno doesn’t know much about him personally beyond him being a bit of a maverick. Arthak, meanwhile, knows he is a powerful warlock who is said to be able to rain fire from the sky with a single wave of his hand. He was once a student of of Zuluhed the Whacked, the former chieftain of the Dragonmaw, and he does have a rylak that he often rides into battle while he rains death from above. He’s known for being very stubborn.
Halno also advises Arthak to not interfere with Maim, given what he now is. Getting in the way of him may result in Arthak becoming a target of retribution. Halno also provides that the type of undead Maim now is is referred to as a Risen Reaver.
They head back toward the boat, and in the process try to find Flamescowl. They pass the the manors and do notice the magistrix’s manor that Arthak is seeking to target. They watch for a moment as the barrier flickers, and any semblance of red disappears from the rainbow wall.
Halno squints, and recognizes the magic. He recalls speaking with the magistrix once where she explained to him (or, rather, Sylvos) where she mentioned one of the many defenses she had. The magic that he is looking at now is a tad different. It’s a prismatic wall, a powerful 9th level abjuration spell, but this is even stronger. There are 7 layers, and each layer requires a very specific thing to destroy it.
Halno stops dead in his tracks.
Halno says: Now that’s a fucking spell.
He starts to power walk towards it, and as they watch, red seeps back into the wall. That does not normally happen with prismatic walls. Normally, once a layer is destroyed, it is permanently destroyed.
Halno is super excited. Arthak is not.
They arrive at the camp set up around the wall. Once voice cuts through the crowd.
Angered Voice yells: OF FUCKING COURSE. IT’S BACK ALREADY. RRRRGHHH.
There is a yelp, and something small is punted into the barrier and immediately disappears. As the orc turns and storms back, they see a very grumpy looking greenskin orc. There are some burn scars on his completely hairless head, and his eyebrows are also gone. There is a scowl in his deep, amber-gold eyes, and his robe is long and scorched at the end.
It’s Flamescowl.
He storms back to a tent and slams his hands on a table in front of him, shaking his head.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: There’s no way I’m getting through this without an ARMY of warlocks.
One of the nearby warlocks opens his mouth, but is interrupted.
Ritssyn Flamescowl yells: I MEANT COMPETENT WARLOCKS YOU NINCOMPOOP. FHAMBAR. WHERE ARE YOU? STOP CHEWING ON SOME APPRENTICE’S SKULL.
A felhound bounds up to him, and Flamescowl pets its alien face. As Flamescowl scratches under its chin, its tendrils fall limp a bit, clearly enjoying the attention.
Arthak Saurfang says: Ritssyn Flamescowl.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: What? Can’t you see I’m busy?
Arthak Saurfang says: I can. I came to offer my help.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Great. Can you conjure an immense amount of magic in short order? Can you dispel this wall?
Arthak Saurfang says: Sadly not.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Great. Then FUCK OFF. Swords and stern glares won’t help anyone here, Saurfang. Not until we can break this barrier down.
Arthak Saurfang says: Out of curiosity, have you considered going underneath?
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: As if that wasn’t the first thing we tried. Unless you plan on digging deep, it’s not going to work. This crazy bat has her manor buried into the catacombs. If you plan on digging under the manor, you have to dig under the ruins, and you don’t look like a badger.
Halno looks to Flamescowl.
Halno says: Do you know the methods to pass it?
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: I know some, yes.
Halno starts rattling off the information.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Well. Aren’t you a smart one.
Halno says: Been fucking alive long enough.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Then you should know this isn’t a simple spell. It has to be completely destroyed in 10 minutes, or all the barrier comes back. I don’t know what kind of magics are being wielded by whatever wench is in this manor.
Halno says: Her name is Kilnar Goldensword. She’s the Seeker of Wisdom.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Well if you know so MUCH why don’t you get rid of the WALL already?
Arthak Saurfang says: What’s your current plan?
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: To take this thing out. The fire damage is simple enough. But these layers require a great deal of power. Power I can’t wield myself.
Arthak Saurfang says: So. You need help.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Yes, I suppose I do. If you could find individuals with enough strength, then we could do it. But we need them all here at once, and working together. And if you know anything about warlocks is they won’t do anything unless it suits their purposes. And I don’t have the time or patience to beg for the help of lesser men.
Arthak Saurfang says: Thankfully, that’s my specialty.
Flamescowl raises an eyebrow.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Wait a moment. I know you. You’re that Saurfang boy. The one who started a new clan recently.
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes.
Flamescowl laughs.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Well fine. If you can pull this stunt off, to say that I would be impressed would be one thing. Alright, Saurfang. You have my attention. Knock this wall down, and we’ll talk.
Arthak Saurfang says: Very well. Halno. You know the things we need. So.
Halno says: Yeah, here’s the thing though. This spell ain’t normal. So I don’t know if Kilnar adjusted the spell to different things, but we can use the baseline.
Arthak Saurfang says: Find who we need to find. In the meantime, the Resistance is a problem I’m combating as well. The coalition I’ve formed. If all else fails, we can see about securing an area around the manor, and see about the underground option as a backup.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Be my guest. If you can create a secondary entry, I’d be impressed. If you manage it, I doubt you’ll find much, but I would pay you handsomely for any relics of this crazed witch. There is a great deal of knowledge to be gained. And it goes without saying that it should be brought to me, and ONLY me.
Arthak Saurfang says: My allies. I support them.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: You have a long way before I start calling you ally, but break that wall down and you’d be making great strides, lets say.
Arthak Saurfang says: Very well. I’ll contact you when we have everyone we need.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Good.
Arthak Saurfang says: In the meantime, good luck.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: Luck won’t get us anywhere. Don’t worry, when you inevitably fail, I already expect to be disappointed.
Arthak Saurfang says: We will see. We will see.
Ritssyn Flamescowl says: We will.
He turns back to the wall, burning a few papers as other warlocks cautiously approach with information.
Arthak Saurfang says: Halno. You know other warlocks. And you know how that barrier gets dropped.
Halno says: Supposedly. But I’ll be honest, you may have more luck combining shamans and warlocks.
Arthak Saurfang says: I plan on using many things. But if you can get a list of people you know. When we return to the island, I’ll speak with the shamans and potentially the Pale Tyrant. I’ll also send a message to the Shadowsword, Runesight, and see if he can help.
Halno says: What about Selin?
Arthak Saurfang says: Runesight is the mage. And I might have something he wants.
Halno says: Who knows. Maybe he’ll get petrified on the sixth layer.
Arthak sends word to Selin he will be contacting Runesight as they head back to the boat.
Back on the boat, Azgadaan is working on the scroll he’s been scribing. He hears a voice in his mind.
Mysterious Voice says: Prince Azgadaan.
Azgadaan says: Greetings.
He looks around, and there’s no one there. He also notices there are no crewmen on the lower deck. Even casting message, he cannot get one of the crew.
Mysterious Voice says: If you’re searching for the crew, you won’t find any. I dealt with them already.
Azgadaan says: Interesting. So. What would you like to discuss?
Mysterious Voice says: I would rather discuss it in person.
Azgadaan says: Then where are you?
Mysterious Voice says: Why don’t you get some fresh air, Prince Azgadaan.
Azgadaan says: And who am I speaking to? It’s only polite.
There’s no response.
Azgadaan sighs and then heads up to the top deck, after putting a few buff spells on himself. As he heads up, there is a soft rain, and it’s cloudy. There is no one around.
Azgadaan says: Hello, mysterious voice. Are you present?
At that moment, he hears movement, and he turns just in time to see a form appearing from behind. At the last second, as Azgadaan swirls around, he is able to shield himself with arcane magic, blocking a massive blade.
On the other end of it, his form covered in a long black cloak with a hood pulled over his head, is a deep purple eredar with heavy black armor woven beneath a set of robes. There is a massive sword that crackles with shadowy energy. The sword itself is almost as tall as him, and it crackles with fel power.
He then swirls around and makes a second attack, but Azgadaan is able to duck out of the way.
The eredar drops into a stance, holding the blade aloft.
Cloaked Eredar says: Not bad, son of Jaraxxus.
Azgadaan says: May I help you?
He grins, and attacks again. However, the blows clang off the arcane shield.
Azgadaan casts haste on himself as a bonus action, dropping the enhance ability he had on himself. He then swings into the opposing eredar with his warhammer. The first hit the eredar is able to parry, but the second blow connects.
He then takes the dodge action.
The eredar catches the handle of the maul, and he attempts to cast inflict wounds, but the shadowy energy falters, and the eredar follows through with his attacks, but both miss with the aid of Azgadaan’s shield.
Azgadaan swings in again, landing another blow. The opposing eredar shoves the maul away, then brings his greatsword around to swing down at his chest, and the weapon bites into Azgadaan with a surge of shadowy energy.
Azgadaan says: Why are you here?
The eredar doesn’t answer, and Azgadaan redoubles, landing another hit on his opponent. The eredar feints, and attempts to punch Azgadaan in the gut with shadowy energy. It connects, and Azgadaan staggers back, and for a brief second, he can almost see the burned after image of his ribcage beneath his armor.
The eredar follows up, but both blows miss.
Azgadaan disengages, and then dashes away. As he looks up, he then sees the eredar about 20 feet in front of him, having teleported. The eredar smiles, the sword at his side. He raises the blade at Azgadaan, but then drops it. It clatters to the ground, and then vanishes.
Cloaked Eredar says: I’m impressed. When I had heard the rumors that the son of Lord Jaraxxus had gone rogue, I assumed you were simply… a spoiled brat incapable of defending himself. I’m glad to see I’ve been proven wrong.
Azgadaan says: Well. I’m not even 1 yet. So.
Cloaked Eredar says: So very true. Yet still, you’ve chosen to stand against your father. Second in arcana only to a handful. You’re either bold, or stupid.
Azgadaan says: I guess that’s open to interpretation.
Cloaked Eredar says: So it seems.
Azgadaan says: So. What is your purpose here, if I might ask?
Cloaked Eredar says: I wanted to speak with you. And perhaps the others, depending on how our conversation goes. And if you’re concerned about others listening, no need to worry. It’s just you and I, Azgadaan. I understand that you… have misgivings towards the Legion’s goals. So much so that you spoke with the daughter of the prophet Velen about it.
He smiles, his eyebrows raising.
Azgadaan says: Well, we kind of found her. It’s hard not to talk to a captive.
Cloaked Eredar says: And it’s also come to my understanding that she’s no longer with you.
Azgadaan says: Oh no. She got taken away by a Broken in a scuffle in front of the Tyrant herself.
Cloaked Eredar says: Unfortunate. Lady Shaspira has a tendency to have things taken from her. An unfortunate habit of hers.
Azgadaan says: I still haven’t gotten your name, if we’re going to be civil.
Cloaked Eredar says: Such is only fitting. You can call me Rakeesh.
Azgadaan knows of him. Vaguely. He is one of Lord Kil’jaeden’s most powerful servants, and is a general of nearly peerless command, and one of Lord Kil’jaeden’s strongest force commanders.
Azgadaan says: Force Commander Rakeesh. Good to meet you.
Rakeesh says: The pleasure is mine. Tell me. Do you have any way of contacting Remnii?
Azgadaan says: Unless she’s within 120 feet and i know the direction, no.
Rakeesh says: A pity. And she left no ways of contacting you, or any of the others.
Azgadaan says: Not as far as I know.
Rakeesh says: Hmmm. That is unfortunate. Perhaps I will have to speak with Arthak, then. I was hoping to avoid such niceties.
Azgadaan says: You can stay for lunch. I can cook you something.
Rakeesh says: That won’t be necessary.
Azgadaan says: probably a good thing. Half are good, half are poisonous.
Rakeesh says: Tell me, Azgadaan. What do you seek with this rebellion against your father? With your investigations, I assume, into the fate of your mother? With your training with Restalaan’s daughter, Yrel?
Azgadaan says: Honestly, I’m not too sure on my course.
Rakeesh says: You are asking for death. The right words whispered into the wrong ears would have you torn apart, yet you struggle to find a direction. I almost pity you. If I weren’t so disappointed. Someone with your skill could become something great. Could do great things.
Azgadaan says: Thank you for saying so. Honestly, you’ve shown more support than my father has.
Rakeesh says: I care not for what your lord father would give or take, and frankly, I don’t care what happens to you. Not yet, anyways. But others might. Say… Princess Aracyra.
Azgadaan says: Perhaps.
Rakeesh says: Very well. I have a gift, Azgadaan. And a warning. And an offer.
Azgadaan nods.
Rakeesh says: The gift, that is simple. The gift is what you saw here today. What you learned. If I could have slain you so simply, assume your father can as well. Or your rivals. If you continue to make waves, or if the information I know would fall into the wrong hands, you’d be facing something likely much worse, and that is saying something.
He then holds a hand up, and a red rune appears on his forehead. He clenches his fist, and it reappears on Azgadaan’s forehead before vanishing.
It was Kil’jaeden’s name.
Rakeesh says: if you ever require a direction, I would be happy to give you another gift, as would lord Kil’jaeden, I imagine. And a warning. Lady Shaspira would try to use you. Yes, all eredar will, but she more than most. Be careful what you tell her, and I recommend you don’t tell her anything about this conversation. Remember. Information in the wrong ears will be your undoing. And an offer. If you manage to encounter Remnii before I am able to do so, tell her I wish to speak with her.
Azgadaan says: Sure.
Rakeesh says: As for Miss Aracyra, I would keep her close if I were you. After all there may be a time you outlive your usefulness to Shaspira, and she would be a dangerous enemy to make. The rest of your crew should be returning soon, and I assume your chieftain and his friends as well. We’ll speak again. I don’t know when, but we shall.
Azgadaan says: Alright.
Rakeesh says: Watch your back, Prince Azgadaan. I look forward to seeing what else you can accomplish. Yet I hope it’s with more direction than the blundering you’ve provided. You may not be so lucky the next time you try something like you did with Socrethar.
Azgadaan nods, and Rakeesh disappears. Azgadaan goes back on the ship and sits down to remove his armor.
Not so long after, the rest of the crew returns, completely unharmed. They had all taken a lunch break at the same time.
Arthak’s group returns soon after. There is a weird dent in the ship, but everything else seems fine. Arthak informs the crew that they will be heading back to Gramgun’kur.
When Arthak heads below, he notes blood on the ground.
Arthak Saurfang says: Azgadaan? What happened.
Azgadaan comes out with a pot of food, and the pot is covered in his own blood.
Arthak Saurfang says: Elf. Fix him. Levia.
Levia approaches upon seeing the situation and does what she can to mend the wounds.
Halno whispers at her side.
Arthak Saurfang says: What happened?
Azgadaan says: Oh. I made lunch.
Arthak Saurfang says: Presumably before that. There’s a dent in my ship, and you’re covered in blood. What happened?
Azgadaan says: We had a visitor.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good. Who was the visitor? Why did they try to kill you?
Azgadaan says: Actually, they came to talk. Ah… one of the Force Commanders from Lord Kil’jaeden came to visit, and he’ll be making another one at some point, to talk to… us.
Arthak Saurfang says: Why?
Azgadaan says: He wants to get in contact with Remnii. And he knows much.
Arthak Saurfang says: I see.
There’s silence.
Halno says: Well. You guys have fun eating blood stew.
Azgadaan says: Before you go.
Halno says: Huh?
Azgadaan says: Would you have any way of looking at me? Magically?
Halno says: Yes. I’m looking at you right now. No, I can’t see magic on you.
Nyxxa instead steps forward to use detect magic. There are definitely some magic effects on him, including Spirit’s Song, but not much else.
Nyxxa says: Outside of your component container, I see nothing.
Halno investigates the alarms he had set up, and he finds tall but two dispelled. He is quite irritated.
Nyxxa says: No. If there’s something on you, you need deeper magic.
Azgadaan says: Well, thank you. I need to talk to you again, later.
Arthak Saurfang says: Once we return to Gramgun’kur, there’s a lot that needs to be discussed.
Azgadaan says: Indeed.
Nyxxa touches base with Levia before they leave. She had darted back into Stormreaver Spire to grab some things before disembarking.
As Arthak passes by his quarters, he sees a letter on his desk. He opens it. The letter is blank. He tries to hold it up to a candlelight, and some writing appears in Orcish.
However, then he hears a voice.
Rakeesh says: You’ll have to forgive me. I left that in case you and I couldn’t talk, but circumstances allowed this.
Arthak turns, and sitting in a chair, waiting, is the black-clad eredar.
Rakeesh says: I have to say, I wasn’t expecting my conversation with the young prince to leave him so affected, but I’m glad it did. It means he took it to heart.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’d like to know those words.
Rakeesh says: I’m sure you do. But we have other words to share, but some may ring similarly enough. I’m searching for a way to get in contact with Remnii, and I’ve been lead to believe that you, of all people, may be able to do so. Any services you provide, or information, will be rewarded, that I promise.
Arthak Saurfang says: Interesting. So I surmise you are not… the Pale Tyrant is not involved in what you’re doing?
Rakeesh says: I did not give her the courtesy of introducing my presence here, no. After all, I will not stay long, and her goals are not my own.
Arthak Saurfang says: And what are yours?
Rakeesh says: I wish to speak with Remnii.
Arthak Saurfang says: To what end?
Rakeesh says: There are many people who are seeking her right now. I would not have them succeed. She is safe for the moment, yes, but for how long? I would like to speak with her. And I would much prefer to do so before anyone else gets their claws on her. You and I share that in common, do we not?
Arthak Saurfang says: You seem to know much.
Rakeesh says: That’s correct. I do. I have my ways, Arthak, and I know you care deeply for Remnii’s safety. You’re not the only one. I’m willing to barter information, favors, compensation, for anything you can give me. Perhaps information on the last moments of your departed father. The truth of it. Or perhaps the fate of Remnii’s friend, Yrel. Perhaps you’d rather know how Gul’dan received so much power in such a short time. I know a great deal of things, Arthak. Things you would find interesting. Or perhaps you would have me ensure that Culuthas continues to be unable to interfere with your activities, or perhaps Lord Jaraxxus. At present, keeping them at bay is hardly less than a nuisance, but I imagine that will change, in time. If you believe me a threat to Remnii, you may be right. I cannot say what you perceive as a threat, but what I would do is much, much less than others would. But she cared for you a great deal, and if she is anything like her father, I assume she left some way of contacting her. You share with me this information, and perhaps I will share some of mine.
He laughs and Arthak takes a long moment to consider.
Rakeesh says: Stoic and prone to introspection. Just as I imagined.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’m thinking.
Rakeesh says: By all means. There’s no rush. I will find her in time, but I cannot guarantee I’ll be the first.
Arthak tries to get a read on him, but he is somewhat inscrutable. Arthak finishes his cigarette, just watching Rakeesh, and the eredar leans back in his chair.
Arthak Saurfang says: You’re lucky. I had intentions of destroying it before you got to me.
Arthak pulls out the sending stone Remnii created for him. Rakeesh looks at it, and smiles as he holds out a hand. Arthak puts it in his hands. It was carved to look like a skull.
Rakeesh says: You’ve made the right choice, Arthak. And as promised, I owe you. What would you have of me? Knowledge? Assistance? Perhaps a more monetary reward.
Arthak Saurfang says: Nothing. For now.
Rakeesh says: Very well. Even I can appreciate a man who waits to cash in his favors.
Arthak Saurfang says: I would be curious to know why you are so eager to speak to her.
Rakeesh says: It is simple. Remnii… Remnii is a very curious one. She may just have the ability to create or destroy a great deal in this universe. I would not see that misused.
Arthak Saurfang says: And who do you imagine would be misusing it?
Rakeesh says: Who wouldn’t, Arthak? It’s imperative I speak with her, and you made that a possibility. To show my appreciation, allow me to offer this one additional boon. I will of course continue to waylay those I already am. Watching you operate has been… intriguing. But I will do this one other thing for you. I am to understand that Remnii has escaped through the portal to elsewhere in Azeroth. If you require anything, a message, an item to be returned, I can see to it that it is done. You may speak with the others. Tell them you have found your own way if they ask how you can manage it. I’ll be departing when I reach your port. Until then, I’ll be around. You’ve done the right thing, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: I better have. If you have played me false here. I will find what you care for, and I will take it.
Rakeesh says: I would expect nothing less.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well, then my ship is yours.
Rakeesh stands.
Rakeesh says: Should you wish to speak with me again before we arrive, just call my name. Rakeesh. You and I are of one mind, Arthak. In ensuring Remnii’s safety. Of that, I can guarantee. But remember, Arthak. If there’s anything you wish to give. To say. This may be your opportunity.
The eredar vanishes.
No talks happen on the ship on the way back to Gramgun’kur, but Arthak learns more common. Azgadaan and Halno continue working on their scrolls.
November 26th
As they near port, in his office, Arthak calls to Rakeesh. He expresses there’s something he wants to know. Rakeesh appears behind him.
Rakeesh says: And what is that?
Arthak Saurfang says: There are many things I’d like to know. But. You displayed a knowledge of me and mine’s activities.
Rakeesh says: I did.
Arthak Saurfang says: So did Lady Shaspira.
Rakeesh says: Her investigations are independent from my own. And I can guarantee you that, though she would never admit it, I know a great deal more than she does. I intend to keep it that way.
Arthak Saurfang says: Yet I’m still alive.
Rakeesh says: Yes. You are. You’re worth a great deal more alive than you would be dead. Not to mention I think Remnii would be upset if I were to gut you here and now.
Arthak Saurfang says: I like to think so.
Rakeesh says: I think you know so, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: Why am I important? I know it’s because of Broxigar. Shaspira is keeping me on strings. Gul’dan is watching. Blackhand is cautious. Names are dropped. Your own lord’s demon huntress lays down insinuations.
Rakeesh says: Oh. You’re talking about Caria Felsoul. I had not realized she entered this theater. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. There are reasons I assume people view them as important. Many involve Broxigar, but others don’t. But let me let you in on a secret. This one is free of charge. Whatever importance you carry on your being, I don’t think that has anything to do with Broxigar. You were not raised by him. You didn’t know who he was. Blood is only so thick. You built the person who you are, not him.
Arthak Saurfang says: I know that.
Rakeesh says: And that others give him credit for the man you’ve become is an insult.
Arthak Saurfang says: To him or to me?
Rakeesh says: Both. Don’t rely on Broxigar. Don’t rely on his strength. Cut that out. Cut that all away. Burn it. Build your own destiny. Build your own legend. You’re own legacy. Whatever you want to call it. The past has no control over you, Arthak. But that, I suppose, is just a bit of advice from myself.
Arthak Saurfang says: So, I’m not the only one who has issues.
Rakeesh laughs.
Arthak Saurfang says: Then from you to me, and me to you. I learned the most important thing I needed about my father from the last surviving member of his warband. In the moment, he left his friends to die, and he won.
Rakeesh says: And what do you make of that decision?
Arthak Saurfang says: That he was no better than me.
Rakeesh laughs again.
Rakeesh says: Very good. I like that answer.
Arthak Saurfang says: So please, if you can spread it through the grapevine. Tempting me with knowledge of my father’s fate, the time has passed.
Rakeesh says: I’ll keep that in mind.
Arthak Saurfang says: But my question still stands. Some of it is my doing, some of it is Broxigar’s legacy.
Rakeesh says: And some of it is your proximity to Remnii. As I said, there are many who wish to get their hands on someone like her. And you were her shield. The only thing holding them back.
Arthak Saurfang says: So have I passed that duty onto you?
Rakeesh says: That remains to be seen.
Arthak Saurfang says: This has been an enlightening conversation. But I will say I do not feel my question has been answered.
Rakeesh says: Few questions are truly answered, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: Let it be. Then I’ll hold on to that favor.
Rakeesh says: If you require a further answer, then perhaps I can elucidate. But that may have to count, if you require such a thing. That’s as much as I’m willing to divulge at the moment. You didn’t speak with your companions about sending a message. If you wished, your time is running thin.
Arthak Saurfang says: Time. And my trust.
Rakeesh says: Trust me or don’t, the only thing that will change is if you will take this opportunity. If you don’t trust me to deliver it, why did you trust me with the stone?
Arthak Saurfang says: As I said. Because I didn’t destroy it in time.
Rakeesh says: A logical answer, but less interesting than your others. Very well. I hope you don’t hurt her feelings. Farewell, Arthak. We’ll speak again, I’m sure.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’m sure. And at this point, if there’s anyone that will understand the meaning of silence, it’s Remnii.
Rakeesh says: I reckon you’re correct.
He turns and disappears again.
Gramgun and Lantresor greets them at the dock. Arthak asks for updates, and Lantresor informs him that the clan is still developing a slight sickness. It’s nothing major, but it’s unfortunate. So far, the symptoms had come and gone, and the shamans believe it’s something to do with the climate or the magic of the land. A greater percentage of the former denizens of the Thunderlords have come down with the sickness more so than the original Broken Blade. It had impacted productivity a bit, but the people as a whole are alright.
Lantresor does confirm that if it gets worse, the young and old will be the ones to suffer.
Arthak starts to delegate responsibilities, and has Halno send copies of the requirements to break down Kilnar’s barrier to the shamans to see if they have anyone that can do anything about it. Lantresor also informs Arthak the mok’nathal had taken up a position in the smithy.
Nyxxa and Arthak go to the smithy, as Nyxxa wants to speak with Arthak.
Azgadaan goes to speak with Shaspira, and Halno gives some tutelage to Sagaz, primarily offering the choice between warlock and wizard. One of them would be through utilizing his own gifts, while the other would be tying himself to Halno’s power, and the power of death.
However, it soon becomes clear Sagaz wants to tap into Halno’s power.
Sagaz says: If you would teach me, then I would learn.
Halno is intrigued, and goes about preparing for the ritual that would be required. He tells Sagaz to return to him in a day.
As Arthak and Nyxxa enter the forge, they hear the rhythmic slamming of a hammer on steel. Mork is assisting Gel’nok by moving things around the shop.
Nyxxa introduces herself to Gel’nok, and he asks what he can do for them.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well. Two things. I wish to learn what you offered to teach me.
Gel’nok says: Aye. That comes without saying.
Arthak Saurfang says: And I’ve been away from the forge too long, and I need a new sword.
Gel’nok says: Ha! Now we’re talking! Alright, yeah. You here to look pretty or are you helping too?
He looks at Nyxxa.
Nyxxa says: I mean, sure. I’m unfamiliar with orcish techniques, but sure.
Gel’nok says: No time better than the present.
Arthak Saurfang says: Smithing is a good trade.
Gel’nok says: You ever handle a forge before, young lady?
Nyxxa mouths “young”.
Nyxxa says: Yes, actually.
Gel’nok says: Good. Wouldn’t do for you to burn your hands off.
Nyxxa says: Wouldn’t be the first time. I grew them back though, so.
Gel’nok says: Right, you’re one of them demons. Show me what you can do, and we’ll see what happens next.
Gel’nok takes a strange, long metal rod with a complex sigil on the other side off the forge. It’s clearly a rune of some sort, but it’s in a language Arthak has never seen.
Arthak then gets to work making a new greatsword, attempting to make a +1 variety. Nyxxa helps, as well as crafting her own side project.
At the end of the first day, Gel’nok takes a look at their work and muses it isn’t bad. He also pulls Arthak aside, as there was something they had to discuss if he was truly going to be following the path Gel’nok offered.
Gel’nok says: The first step of this process is gonna be a painful one.
He comes back in, and the piece of metal with the rune is now attached to his stump.
Arthak Saurfang says: So you’re going to brand me?
Gel’nok says: Correct. This ain’t no normal brand. It’s something special I cooked up with that eye you gave me.
Arthak Saurfang says: Well then.
Gel’nok says: You ready?
Arthak grunts, lights a cigarette off the metal of the brand, and nods. Gel’nok finds a suitable place on Arthak’s right forearm, and plants the brand there.
Then he moves over and plants the brand on his other forearm. However, as the second brand is placed, he watches as brand seems to be transformed from a burn to a scar almost immediately, seemingly forcing the tattoos around it to meld into it. And those tattoos in the immediate area take on the look of scarred flesh.
The runes themselves start to make a lot more sense. The one on his right arm means creation, and the one on his left arm means destruction.
Gel’nok says: There we are. Now we’re ready to start.
Arthak Saurfang says: So. What’s next?
Gel’nok says: Next, I need to teach you a lot more about these runes. The language of the Breakers. The runes they use carry power. There are many of them. Some of them allow you to harness the strength of storms, others of earth or fire, or the sky, a rampaging blizzard, or the stone itself. This magic is deep, but simple, while being complicated all the same. I believe that new weapon of yours will be a great option. That and your armor, when you are able to inscribe these different runes I will teach you. Each one will infuse the magic of the land, everything the breakers are, into your equipment. And then, that’s where you can really craft something to be proud of.
Arthak Saurfang says: When do we start?
Gel’nok says: Right away, if you’re willing. I’d offer you the same.
He looks at Nyxxa.
Gel’nok says: But I feel like your own ink isn’t compatible with this magic.
Nyxxa says: I think I’ve gone through enough branding.
Gel’nok says: You get used to it!
The rest of the evening, Gel’nok starts to teach Arthak about the words of power he’s learned. Arthak does find himself starting to understand it, by the end.
Nyxxa tells Arthak to meet her later, then goes to make sure Levia has settled in. She finds her in the room that Nyxxa had claimed for them.
Levia Blackflight says: Is… that your side?
Nyxxa says: Ah, either one is. I just sleep wherever, typically.
Levia Blackflight says: Ah. In that case. This is my side.
Nyxxa says: Okay. That took longer than I expected, but I probably smell like smoke right now.
Levia waves her hand with a snap, and the smell dissipates.
Levia Blackflight says: There. That will take care of it.
Nyxxa says: Thanks!
Levia Blackflight says: Don’t mention it. I don’t like the smell of smoke. Sorry.
Nyxxa says: And I don’t think I’d get it out without your help. It stinks.
Levia Blackflight says: The fur probably doesn’t make it easier.
Nyxxa says: Nope. If you see anything that peaks your interest, just let me know, and I can try to have it happen.
Levia Blackflight says: Honestly, I’m not sure what to say to that.
Nyxxa says: Something I learned when I started on… this. The most you can do is make the best of things.
Levia Blackflight says: It’s been so long since I had anyone ask me what I wanted to do. I’ve been… I haven’t really had time to do that, really. In a really long time.
Nyxxa says: Even before the war?
Levia nods.
Levia Blackflight says: Yeah.
Nyxxa says: You’re… again, if you need to talk about it, I’m willing, but I won’t force you.
Levia Blackflight says: I… appreciate it. I’ve been on the run for a long time. I never had a normal life, really. I was running, and then I found… them… and now I’m here.
Nyxxa says: The warlocks?
Levia Blackflight says: Like many, they gave me something I needed, and I took it. You don’t really get to walk away from that.
Nyxxa shakes her head.
Levia Blackflight says: So no, I guess I never had the chance to do any hobbies. None that I wanted to cultivate.
Nyxxa says: Well. I suppose if you don’t like smoke, then the forge won’t be a good idea.
Levia Blackflight says: I… yeah, probably not.
Nyxxa says: Though, if you’re interested in learning more about the orcs, this would be a good place to start.
Levia Blackflight says: Am I? I don’t even know.
Nyxxa says: I suppose if you want to learn about how the orcs truly are, that is. Or how they were supposed to be. But for the moment, you’re away from the Shadowsword, and I will do what I can to keep it that way. Just let me know if you need anything, alright?
Levia nods.
Levia Blackflight says: Thank you. Really. I don’t know why you’re being so kind. I don’t deserve it. But I appreciate it. How do you face… anything? After you’ve been responsible for so much. How do you handle it? How do you look at yourself? How do you look at others? How… Sorry, this is…
Nyxxa says: No, I understand. It’s hard. I even have trouble moving forward at times, but I tell myself when things get difficult, no matter what happens, no matter what you have to do, as long as you’re alive, there’s still more you can do. You can fight. You can make amends. You can do whatever you want as long as you’re alive. And as for me, as I tend to be hard on myself, the merciful option would be to give up, and I can’t have that, can I?
Levia Blackflight says: I guess not. I’m sorry for asking these questions out of nowhere.
Nyxxa says: I should be saying the same thing. And I did say you could ask.
Levia Blackflight says: I too have one question. That woman. The one who slew the grand magister.
Nyxxa says: Yes?
Levia Blackflight says: Was she your friend?
Nyxxa says: That’s… complicated.
Levia nods.
Nyxxa says: At one point yes. But. I honestly don’t remember her. I would say I don’t want you to… it’s a long story, but, you should probably settle in. It’s a lot.
Levia nods.
Levia Blackflight says: I guess it goes two ways. If you need someone to talk to…
Nyxxa says: Would you be alright with that?
Levia Blackflight says: If I’m good at anything, I’m a good listener. That’s one of the things I can earnestly say I’m good at.
Nyxxa says: I would be happy to have you listen, just I’ve been using my magic so much, and I’m starting to feel the effects of it. Apologies. I’m probably not making any sense. Never been good at explaining how magic works.
Levia Blackflight says: It’s okay.
Nyxxa says: We can go for a walk if you want. It’s dark right now, but, I can give a tour.
Levia nods.
At various points, Nyxxa observes Levia blinking rapidly, and staring at her. It gives off the feeling that she feels like she can’t believe this is happening. Nyxxa almost can feel the palpable shock.
By the time they return, a runner has come to get Nyxxa.
Levia Blackflight says: Hey. Thanks.
Nyxxa says: No problem.
Levia Blackflight says: I may have found something I enjoy. I always enjoyed taking walks, but I think I enjoy taking walks with other people more.
Nyxxa’s mouth wiggles.
Levia Blackflight says: I suppose I should have been doing this a lot earlier.
Nyxxa says: Well, we can make a habit of it then.
Levia Blackflight says: Thank you.
Nyxxa says: I’ll see you later. I do hope Arthak intends on sleeping, so I should be back at some point.
Levia Blackflight says: I’ll probably see you. I’m a pretty light sleeper. But it’s okay, don’t worry.
Nyxxa says: I’ll see you later.
Nyxxa then trots off to meet up with Arthak.
Meanwhile, with Azgadaan, he had been heading to speak with Shaspira. There are a few new things in Shaspira’s office. On a shelf across the way he sees a spellbook that was not there before. It’s elvish. There is also a mantle that may have matched the outfit of the grand magister that was killed, along with a staff.
Shaspira turns to Azgadaan. She was flicking through some magically conjured runes in front of her and speaking as she adjusts them. She then waves them away.
Shaspira says: Lord Azgadaan. It’s good to see you unharmed from your journey. Velhari gave me her report. I trust you recovered?
Azgadaan says: Yes.
Shaspira says: Good.
She turns to face him.
Shaspira says: As promised, I’ve prepared your compensation. Excising Sinestra’s claim over the Dragonmaw is important, and while it is Horde business, they are our ally, and they are not to be under the thrall of someone so dangerous.
She gestures with a hand, and a black velvet sack lifts and levitates to his hands. It contains 500 rezzi.
Shaspira says: You may distribute that amongst the others if you wish, but that is of your own volition.
Azgadaan says: Thank you, Lady Shaspira.
Shaspira says: It has become important for the longevity of our partnership with the Horde that Sinestra be dealt with, but now that the rest of her minions have fled to Draenor, that has added another layer of complication. Sinestra has not been seen going through the Dark Portal. It’s likely she’s in the city. I would pay you handsomely for her head, but it need not be a priority. She is dangerous, after all. But should an opportunity arise, I would see you rewarded.
Azgadaan says: Understood. She also stripped the dragon’s skull. It’s now just bone on the statue.
Shaspira says: I noticed as much. I assume she removed some of the more useful elements of the skull for her own version of a message to deliver. We must not… underestimate Sinestra’s cunning. It is possibly even likely she has gone to our enemies. We may now have to deal with the creatures she has created.
Azgadaan says: I’ve seen them in battle. They… were not very impressive.
Shaspira says: You would be wise not to underestimate them. In large numbers, they can be dangerous, and fighting in areas better equipped for combat. If she brought them to the elves, they will be better equipped, and have better tactics. I would not be surprised if we hear reports of the skarvyn fighting alongside the Resistance. And though they pose no threat to you, they may pose one to the orcs.
Azgadaan says: I was mainly commenting on their constitution. A number fell simply approaching Lady Velhari.
Shaspira says: Velhari is a potent servant of the Burning Legion. I’m not surprised. But these creatures are nascent. It’s unlikely they’ve been alive for more than days, weeks, perhaps a month. But I would not underestimate their ability to learn. The longer they remain a threat, the greater threat they become. The same can be said of their Mistress. But, nonetheless, you’ve done well. Should you choose to pursue Mor’ghor into Draenor, I would provide you additional information. Otherwise, I have other agents. At the moment, my main priority is to keep him from his mistress’s commands.
Azgadaan asks about the Legion ships on Draenor and what they have noticed, and Sinestra states that they were unaware of their betrayal when they passed through. All they knew, was that Mor’ghor and his people entered deeper into the Tanaan Jungle.
Azgadaan says: Thank you. If it becomes a problem, I’ll urge Arthak to send some troops that way.
Shaspira says: Of course. I look forward to hearing more of your successes, Lord Azgadaan.
Azgadaan says: So would I. Before I go, can I have any information on the dragons?
Shaspira says: The dragons? I know some. They participated in the conflict some 10,000 years ago. I know woefully little, but know, for the most part, they are defenders of Azeroth. Should you see any, save those black of scale, I imagine they would be quite opposed to your presence, and all of our presences, here. As evidenced by the red behemoth’s attempts at waylaying our invasion.
Azgadaan says: That is good to know.
Shaspira says: I can give you what little information we have. Those of the black are an anomaly. They betrayed their kindred and fought against both sides. Their reasons are unknown, at the moment, though I hope to remedy that. To use that.
Azgadaan says: Maybe they are all as insane as that woman.
Shaspira says: If they are, that’s something to utilize; if she was, in fact, one of these beasts. I’m unfamiliar with the name Sinestra. I am uncertain she fought against any of us in the prior conflict, but perhaps something to research if I can find any free time.
Azgadaan says: Well, thank you for everything you’ve done. I’m going to get out of your hair so I don’t eat up any more of your free time.
Shaspira says: Worry not, Azgadaan, I’ve been planning things the entire time we were speaking. Very little of my time is wasted.
Azgadaan says: Thank you again.
Shaspira says: Of course.
She turns away again and goes back to her fel runes as Azgadaan leaves. He then heads back, and heads to the Frostwolves. He asks Sadras if Go’el is around, and Sadras directs him to his tent.
As Azgadaan enters, he sees Go’el speaking with some shamans, including Rehgar. Go’el dismisses the others to speak with Azgadaan.
Go’el says: What can I help you with, Azgadaan?
Azgadaan says: Can we speak in private?
Go’el says: Trust me, if anyone was listening in my sanctum, I would know.
Azgadaan says: Magically?
Azgadaan hears a faint growling, and there’s a flicker, and he sees two spectral wolves that flicker in and out of existence.
Azgadaan says: Well, looks like you have things covered.
Go’el says: As best as I can. I’m no Deadeye, but I digress.
Azgadaan says: Ah. I need your help. You’re the only other clan leader that I remotely trust.
Go’el says: You do me a great honor.
Azgadaan says: I need your help in… making something.
Go’el says: Making something?
Azgadaan says: Yes. I need to keep it among those I trust.
Go’el says: I’m not much of a craftsman, but perhaps I can do something.
Azgadaan says: Do you think there is anything you and your people could make for me to lock me to this planet and keep others from observing?
Go’el says: So, something that would prevent you from being drawn away from this world against your will, and shield you from the eyes of others? I’ve never seen something like that personally, but I suppose it’s feasible, at its baseline. It would be… complex, I imagine. But, hmm… to combine both abilities would likely require some time.
Azgadaan says: Or if they have to be seperate. Whatever works.
Go’el says: There are magical items that can protect one from being scryed on, and other such magic that would divine one’s location. There are also items that can protect from extraplanar travel. I’m not an expert on either one, but feasibly, one can create an item that does both. You would need something that would act as a catalyst. If you were able to find such an item, commissioning its creation is likely something I can help with.
Azgadaan says: I would imagine it would have to be from this world.
Go’el says: That would be a good first step. I know very little. I spoke to the elements here. They are different. More chaotic, but more powerful. To find something of this world, you would need to find some sort of relic that would allow you to anchor your spirit and your soul to a world other than the Twisting Nether. I imagine such a catalyst would be difficult to find, and I imagine it would be found in a place with creatures much too powerful to face yourself.
Azgadaan says: Alright.
Go’el says: It would be extra beneficial if such a catalyst had some sort of defense against being perceived through scrying. Otherwise, if whoever created it had a similar ability, that may assist. I wish I could give you more concrete ideas, but I don’t know much about this world. If you find other items, perhaps they can be used in the construction of this.
Azgadaan says: Thank you, Go’el.
Go’el says: Of course. I wish I could have been more help.
Azgadaan says: If you need help yourself, just ask.
Go’el says: Of course. Tell me. I have one question. Have you heard of anything curious happening on Draenor? It’s been some months since our departure.
Azgadaan says: Other than the rebels of the Dragonmaw clan crossing over….
Go’el says: That I heard.
Azgadaan says: Maybe I can ask.
Go’el says: If you do learn anything, please bring it to me. It is my hope that, with time, we can restore Draenor to its former glory. I hope we’ll find something here that can do that.
Azgadaan says: Well. I think I can get some information from the Shadowsword. They are residents.
Go’el says: Of course. Be discreet.
Azgadaan says: Honestly, I may just ask for books on magical crafting.
Go’el says: Of course. Good luck in your search. With luck, I may be able to help you find someone that can craft this. The Frostwolves lack the smithing skill of Arthak and the Blackrock, but with luck, I may be able to aid you. May the wind be at your back, Azgadaan.
Azgadaan says: Thank you.
Azgadaan departs.
Nyxxa and Arthak grab a quiet moment between them.
Nyxxa says: First off, would you mind lending me a smoke?
Arthak complies.
Nyxxa says: There’s a lot I need to tell you. And well, since all of the stuff I was trying to hide has already gotten back to the Legion, there’s no point me keeping you in the dark about it. So I suppose it comes down to what you want to hear about first. What happened the prior night, or stuff I should have told you a long time ago?
Nyxxa casts see invisibility and looks around. She sees nothing.
Arthak Saurfang says: Lets start with long ago.
Nyxxa says: Well. I told you I’m a satyr. I told you I was an elf. But I suppose what I am…
She traces the tattoos along her arm.
Nyxxa says: I’m not quite either of those things anymore. I suppose it’s a bit on the nose, but, I’m what’s called a demon hunter.
She begins to loosen the binds on her blindfold and lets it hang loose around her neck, and looks at Arthak with empty eyes. There are iridescent green globes in her eyes, almost like eyes made of fel fire.
Nyxxa says: The process that takes our eyes is beholding the Legion in the entirety of its might. I do recall I did tell you that I was going to search for information to see if I could learn to corrupt you, that satyrs are naturally corrupting creatures. Part of the process of becoming this is consuming a demon. The one I consumed was the satyr that originally turned me, and he… his consciousness still resides in my head. All I discovered was I would be able to help you, but the cost of that would be giving him more power over me, so ultimately, I’m glad we found a different answer.
Arthak Saurfang says: So am I.
Nyxxa says: That’s what Caria is as well, though… it seems she gave into the whispers. And it appears it’s somewhat my doing that she did, though I do not recall the time I spent with her. Apparently I left quite an impression. She thinks I betrayed them, so she followed suit.
Arthak Saurfang says: But you did not.
Nyxxa says: No. I don’t exactly recall. I forgot that. But I think what I did… I was a satyr when I joined up, and they don’t typically like demons. I believe that was what I offered when I joined them. Me. But. As it stands now, I’m their eye. Or one of their eyes. I think they have more. But you only really tell a spy what they need to know, and the more I know… with the Legion’s magic, it’s dangerous to know too much. Caria already did far more damage than I could do, so I guess that gives me a bit of comfort in its own way. So that’s me.
Arthak Saurfang says: A difficult path.
Nyxxa says: Better than doing nothing. Or giving in. I won’t pretend like I’ll be able to hold this back forever. Thus I’m intending to be somewhat cautious with what I do, and what I know. But there may be a point in the future that I don’t act like myself, and that’s because I won’t be myself. If you ever think that’s the case, the cautious option would be to just take my head then and there.
Arthak Saurfang says: Noted.
Nyxxa says: That said, I should go into what I said the other night.
Arthak Saurfang says: What you didn’t say.
Nyxxa says: I was caught by the Resistance.
Arthak Saurfang says: But not just.
Nyxxa says: The Blood Shrike is someone I already met. Someone… someone who is close to the people Remnii is with now.
Arthak Saurfang says: A Windrunner. Don’t tell me which one.
Nyxxa says: Understood. She let me know Remnii is safe, and I thought to share that with you when it was safe to do so. But. I decided to take this and turn it into an opportunity. Something that potentially could plant seeds to grow trees in the future.
Arthak Saurfang says: So. You’re going to help the Resistance.
Nyxxa says: At the very least, I want to help their noncombatants escape the city. I don’t like what.... Even if it’s just been implied, I don’t think even if they join the fold, it will be pleasant. But if I can sow some good will, and some can make it out alive, so your descendants don’t have to pay for the sins your people have to commit now.
Arthak Saurfang says: You mean my sins.
Nyxxa says: More or less. It’s not just you though. I know your people are good. And though I know it will take convincing, I know the elves, of all people, are the least forgiving, and the least likely to forget. A head start may be warranted, if possible, and frankly, if I get caught doing this, I again, can count on you to take my head.
She takes a drag of the cigarette.
Arthak Saurfang says: Alright. Thank you, for telling me. You will need to remove yourself from the Clipped Wing.
Nyxxa says: That is reasonable.
Arthak Saurfang says: I can have you hunting Sinestra’s servants. Independent. Deniable.
Nyxxa nods.
Nyxxa says: And I assume you would prefer I not ask you for help.
Arthak Saurfang says: Just as you would prefer me not to ask for your help. We have our jobs to do, Nyxxa, and you found yours.
Nyxxa says: Same blood, different battlefields.
Arthak Saurfang says: Exactly.
Nyxxa says: Perhaps there are things I’ve still forgotten, or things it’s best not to say for now, but I know I can trust you, Arthak. In some ways. It was an impressive thing you did. Standing up to Sinestra. Despite the boon she would have given you.
Arthak Saurfang says: I appreciate the words.
Nyxxa says: And I’ll do what I can to make sure she can’t lay a finger on your people. Or any people. But I’m just one satyr.
Arthak Saurfang says: You do what you can. Thank you, Nyxxa.
Nyxxa says: For what it’s worth, I think Remnii is in good hands.
Arthak Saurfang says: She better be.
Nyxxa says: She’s very good at making friends. You know this. I know this. And she can fight a fight on another battlefield. But I believe we have a meeting to get to with everyone else.
Arthak Saurfang says: We do. And with that, I think it will be integral, given what information may be useful to your allies.
Nyxxa says: Depending on if they trust me. They are wise not to.
Arthak Saurfang says: But it would be wise to check this.
Nyxxa agrees and finishes the cigarette.
Nyxxa says: I should get this smell out of my hair. My new roommate doesn’t like smoke.
Arthak Saurfang says: Neither does mine.
They share a chuckle.
Arthak Saurfang says: I have been slow to trust. I’m glad you’ve proven my fears wrong.
Nyxxa says: In a fight like this, it’s smart not to trust. Especially a demon. I could never fault you for not trusting me, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: Still.
Nyxxa takes his hand and shakes it.
Arthak Saurfang says: Allies.
Nyxxa says: Allies.
Arthak Saurfang says: Perhaps one day friends. Assuming I don’t have to kill you.
Nyxxa says: Well, if you have to kill me, I won’t be me. Or I just messed up so bad I deserve to die at that point.
Arthak Saurfang says: Debatable. But. Necessity.
Nyxxa says: In any case, I’d rather it be a friend that takes my head.
Arthak Saurfang says: ...never has a sentiment been said that I agree with so much. May we all be so lucky.
Nyxxa says: And hopefully I won’t have to do the same to you.
Arthak Saurfang says: Hopefully.
They go to the meeting point, which is the tower ruin that Arthak spoke with Garrosh at. Samaara was also invited, and she was already there as they arrive.
Nyxxa says: Long time no see.
Samaara says: Quite so. I heard that you called, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’m glad you answered.
Samaara nods.
Arthak Saurfang says: I hope you and your people have been well.
Samaara says: Well enough.
Arthak Saurfang says: If you need anything, you know you can ask.
Samaara says: Of course, and should a time come we require anything, you can be certain I will. But it is unbecoming for a slave to ask much of their master. We are self-sufficient. Having access to your resources alone is a great kindness.
Arthak Saurfang says: Merely a kindness being repaid. Sadly, the information I have is far from kind.
Nyxxa says: Samaara, later, we should talk.
She nods.
Arthak Saurfang says: Halno. Before we go any further. You spoke before of the means by which Gul’dan pursued victory. Ones you disagreed with.
Halno says: Yeah, he’s used quite a few.
Arthak Saurfang says: Would you tell me? Us?
Halno rattles off a few things and ends on the most atrocious, in his opinion, which is the Red Mist.
Nyxxa says: What is… that?
Samaara frowns.
Samaara says: The Red Mist… it is not something I hoped they still had access to. It was a biological magical weapon deployed during the sacking of Shattrath City. When they attacked, they used this weapon. It is what twisted those of my people… they were broken. Transformed into the krokul. Their connection to the Light severed, and they became like me. I… do not know much about it, but some of the scholars of our people looked into it. It caused acute fel corruption. While long term exposure of any being to the fel can do great damage, somehow the Red Mist is able to contain those weeks or years of torment and turn it into the devastation of a singular strike. My own corruption was… similar. But it did not involve the Mist.
Arthak Saurfang says: The Mist is exactly our problem. Gul’dan has more of it. Made more of it. And he has put its use in my hands.
Everyone stares at Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: I have seen what it will do to the elves. It needs to be dealt with, and needs dealt with in such a way that it cannot be traced back. I will bring death and war to this world, but not in this way. So. Are you all willing to help me?
Nyxxa says: Of course.
Halno says: I will never condone the use of the Red Mist.
Samaara says: Anything I can do to prevent another people from being subjected to that vile poison, I will do. I will not see such a curse levied against anyone.
Azgadaan stares for a moment and then nods.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good. Then we have an accord. And I have the beginning of a plan. Halno. As we proceed on this, we are going to be using unconventional means.
Halno says: How unconventional?
Arthak Saurfang says: We are going to have the Resistance do the work for us.
Halno says: Oh. Well that’s hardly unconventional. That’s standard.
Arthak Saurfang says: Good. Then not a problem.
Halno says: Absolutely not.
Arthak Saurfang says: The plan I have forming is I will be contacting Magister Runesight to gain his help with breaching Kilnar Goldensword’s manor. I will use the information on the Red Mist as a bargaining chip. Once he and his people have been informed of the Red Mist’s existence, I will ensure the information is leaked to the Resistance, and frame Runesight for the leak. Given the immensity of the threat, the Resistance will feel like they have no choice but to act and destroy it at all cost. If all goes well, they will succeed, and it will be Runesight’s blunder. If all does not go well, their actions may provide us an opportunity to act quickly.
Halno says: That’s a lot of moving parts.
Arthak Saurfang says: Oh it is. Something will go wrong and we will have to adapt, but that’s how it goes. Halno. You have expertise on this.
Halno says: Oh. Misinformation?
Arthak Saurfang says: No. Backup plan. I want you to use any resources you have to figure out a way to counteract or destroy the Mist. Discreetly. This will take priority. Nyxxa. Samaara. I hope you two have the skills to leak this information to the resistance. Wherever they’re hiding. Find them and get this intelligence to them.
Samaara says: I can do what I can.
Nyxxa says: We can speak about this after the meeting.
Samaara nods.
Arthak Saurfang says: The bulk of the work will be down to you three. I and Azgadaan will continue moving forward with our own projects. Most likely, we will make enough noise to provide a decent cover, and I will ensure Runesight acquires the information. Does anyone have questions?
Samaara says: And when it comes to accusing Runesight and planting the evidence it was him?
Arthak Saurfang says: I imagine you and Nyxxa can see to that, and I doubt it will be necessary for myself or anyone to accuse Runesight. Were I the Resistance, if I acquired information through negligence, I would lose nothing to broadcast how I got it. It sows dissent, and puts none of my own assets in danger.
Samaara says: Very well. It is a plan.
Nyxxa nods.
Halno says: Well Arthak. I’m going to need something from you then.
Arthak Saurfang says: What?
Halno says: I’m going to need a sample of the Red Mist.
Arthak Saurfang says: I can see about getting one for you. It may be difficult.
Halno says: Honestly, without it, I can’t come up with anything to counter it. It doesn’t exactly linger.
Arthak Saurfang says: The only way I can get it is by asking Gul’dan for it.
Halno says: I can’t even begin to counteract it without seeing it first. The one I saw was many years ago. This may not even be the same creation. And my only presence of mind was to get away from it. He may be certain it will only affect his target, but he mixed magic with a disease. I’m fairly certain it’s indiscriminate. You. Me. The elves. The demons. Who knows.
Arthak Saurfang says: I will try to get you a sample. But, and I must emphasize this, if I do not call for its use, Gul’dan will use it anyway.
Halno says: Of course.
Arthak Saurfang says: And it is possible, the best way I can acquire a sample, is to ask for a demonstration.
Nyxxa says: Which is its own problem.
Samaara says: May I suggest we think on ways to acquire such a thing? Obviously, if we are able to steal into the tower, we can take it, but his defenses are likely mighty.
Halno says: I would not suggest it. He’s…
He just shakes his head.
Halno says: I just wouldn’t suggest it.
Samaara says: For the time being we can think of other means.
Arthak Saurfang says: indeed. For now, we have time. For better or worse, the timetable has been placed in my hands. Gul’dan is willing to wait for me to call for its use.
Samaara says: Then we will bide our time. In the meanwhile, we can hope that such a counter measure will not be needed.
Arthak Saurfang says: Indeed.
Nyxxa nods.
Arthak Saurfang says: So. Everyone knows what they need to do. It is best that we avoid talking about this in the future, unless we absolutely have to. Nyxxa. Samaara. You know your end. Halno, we’ll see what we can do. And I’ll continue waging a war on the Resistance.
Nyxxa says: You certainly have given us a lot to think about. And I, for one, will think about it.
Halno says: Really never is a dull moment around you, Arthak.
Arthak Saurfang says: Sadly not. Never a cheery one either.
Halno says: I dunno. The prismatic wall was pretty cool.
Arthak Saurfang says: So. That is what I have to say.
Samaara says: Then I should head back to the others, unless there is anything else to be said.
Nyxxa says: I can walk you back, Samaara.
Halno says: Just some casual miracles, its fine.
Arthak Saurfang says: Miracles is what we deal with. Samaara, there is one matter I would discuss with you privately.
Samaara says: Of course.
Arthak and Samaara go a small distance away to speak.
Samaara says: What is it?
Arthak Saurfang says: I can’t go into great detail. The means by which I was able to communicate with Remnii… I don’t have it anymore.
Samaara says: I see. What happened to it?
Arthak Saurfang says: I had to give it away.
Samaara says: Give it away? To whom?
Arthak Saurfang says: Someone who wants to find Remnii.
Samaara says: There are many. Who did you give it to?
Arthak Saurfang says: I’ve been advised to not invoke the names of powerful demons.
Samaara chews on her bottom lip.
Samaara says: You’d be wise to follow that advice, Arthak. And perhaps you’ll instead tell me why you surrendered this item, which provides a direct link to Remnii, to a powerful demon whose name you are afraid to invoke.
Arthak Saurfang says: Because he found me before I could destroy it. Because judging by the damage he did to Azgadaan, if I tried to deceive him, he’d have killed me and taken it anyway. Because he was insistent on not seeing Remnii harmed by the others who are looking for her.
Samaara says: I see. I do hope that such a powerful demon, if he is able to find Remnii, would not do the same to her, that you are frightened he would have done to you.
Arthak Saurfang says: I hope not. The last reason… I had a feeling. I had a feeling it’s what she would have…
Samaara says: What she would have wanted?
Arthak Saurfang says: Something like that.
Samaara says: You’re right. She likely would have valued your own life. She’s the type of person that would risk her own life to save someone she cared about. Of that you are correct. But I have disagreed with Remnii’s choices in the past, often times specifically about that exact thing. That exact thing is why she was on Draenor. Why you met her. Were it not for her bleeding heart, she would still be with her vakas. I only pray to the Light that this decision of yours will not bar that from ever being a possibility. But she trusts your judgement, Arthak, and I trust Remnii, and so I will continue to trust in the person she puts trust in, and the decisions he makes, even if I disagree. You have done much for my people, and I have not forgotten it, but I hope you made the right decision.
Arthak Saurfang says: So do I.
Samaara stares at Arthak for a moment.
Arthak Saurfang says: Please keep this between you and me.
Samaara says: I would not jeopardize Remnii’s life. I trust you will do the same.
Arthak Saurfang says: if I have not already failed in it.
Samaara says: Let us hope. Let us pray.
Arthak Saurfang says: Be well, Samaara.
She nods and heads off to meet with Nyxxa.
As Nyxxa and Azgadaan are waiting, Nyxxa hears some activity in the woods. And she hears a caw from a raven. There’s another caw. Azgadaan also hears it.
She looks over, and there’s a raven perched on a nearby tree.
It then flies away.
Azgadaan says: What is it?
Nyxxa says: Just a bird.
Azgadaan says: Neat.
Nyxxa says: Though, Azgadaan, I would like to speak with Samaara alone.
Azgadaan says: Oh. I wanted to tell her something and leave.
Samaara rejoins them.
Azgadaan says: Well. Um. I’m going to go back to where I’ve been able to sleep in Gramgun’kur, I plan on doing some gardening tonight.
Samaara nods, acknowledging the key phrase, then heads off with Nyxxa. For a brief moment, Samaara looks at Nyxxa.
Samaara says: You wish to speak with me, yes?
There is another caw. Samaara also notes it, and the raven flutters down and lands on Nyxxa’s shoulder. Nyxxa blinks, and then she’s gone. She is in a small room, and as she glances around, there are windows. And it looks like she can almost see into the night sky.
As she looks around, the raven is hopping on a cluttered desk with stuff all over, and the raven hops off, and his form shifts and expands into the form of Khadgar.
Khadgar says: Welcome, Nyxxa. We don’t have long. But I would share a couple of things with you. Some things you would like to know. But before that, something for us to keep in contact.
He retrieves his spellbook and flips through it. He then requests that Nyxxa write her name on it, and she complies. The page is blank aside from five other names.
Khadgar smiles and nods.
Khadgar says: This will help immensely. I suppose an explanation on how it works.
He briefly scribbles something down, and touches the page, Nyxxa hears the words in her mind.
Khadgar says: This will help me keep in contact with you indefinitely.
He then shows her the page where the statement was written.
Nyxxa says: Huh.
The word “huh” appears on the page.
Khadgar says: The first thing you should know is that Sinestra has made contact with the Resistance, and the skarvyn you warned us about will be fighting alongside us. And watched. Sinestra is a curiosity in her own right.
Nyxxa says: Well, she is probably a dragon.
Khadgar says: She is? Judging from what you told us, that was a likely option. You understand I can’t make moves without knowing for sure, but that prepares me in ways I will keep to myself.
Nyxxa says: My concern is that she is going for your noncombatants, and that she will go for the orc I am with.
Khadgar says: I see. That orc has already made himself quite a target. I can’t help you much on that.
Nyxxa says: Well, I will need to protect him then.
Khadgar says: We’ll have to count on you to do just that. Anyways, we are running low on time. Is there anything you need to tell me?
Nyxxa says: The woman I was with. The draenei. Her people are also in servitude to the orcs and Legion, and I was trying to get her on board to help you. In addition, there is some information I need to get to the Resistance, but I need to make sure that… we’re trying to make it seem like it’s a leak rather than you have a mole.
Khadgar says: Hm. Complex. If you need time, I can contact you at any point.
Nyxxa says: Appreciated.
Khadgar says: Your risk is appreciated.
Nyxxa says: When it is time, I’ll be sure to get in contact.
Khadgar says: While the rest of the Resistance may not believe you, I, for one, believe trusting you may be the right option. I’ll do what I can to discover the truth to Sinestra, and to show that truth to the others.
Nyxxa says: Ultimately I can only do what I can.
Khadgar says: In any sense, our time here is about up. I’ll speak with you soon.
In a sudden flurry, Nyxxa is right back where she was, in mid-step. Samaara looks at her. The raven is gone, and Samaara seems to have not noticed the fact Nyxxa disappeared.
Nyxxa says: We have something we need to talk about.
Samaara says: We do.
Nyxxa says: I believe I made a contact in the Resistance.
Samaara says: ...We do have a bit to talk about.
