Appearing Characters: Aracyra, Arthak Saurfang, Azgadaan, Garrosh Hellscream, Gel'nok, Halno, Illysanna Ravencrest, Jorin Deadeye, Khadgar, Levia Blackflight, Mahka, Mankrik, Nyxxa, Orianelle, Shaspira, Vilath, Zaela
December 23rd - January 1st
Azgadaan, Nyxxa, and the others are left in the aftermath of their battle, along with the ethereal warriors that Azgadaan had summoned, Mankrik, Mahka, and Levia. Mahka ritual casts water breathing on the ethereal warriors so they can join them in clearing out the rest of the manor.
They head back to the fork in the large aquarium and go down the other leg. Azgadaan uses mold earth to make shapes in the wall as they go deeper into the manor, and it becomes clear that the winding tunnels would be quite dangerous if they couldn’t breathe underwater. Eventually, they find themselves in a narrow underwater corridor that leads to an interesting chamber.
Half of the room is underwater, and there are levers that seem to control the water level. In front of them is a book closed on a desk at the bottom of the chamber. However, it seems to be completely dry, and both doorways on either side of the chamber seem to be closed. One has an engraving of a quill writing on a scroll, and the other has an engraving of a blade covered in gilded filigree.
Nyxxa uses detect magic, and there is magic coming from the water, the book, and the doors.
Nyxxa says: Perhaps this is a trap.
Azgadaan says: Can you see what kind of magic?
Nyxxa says: Abjuration.
Azgadaan has one of the warriors open the book and he does so and says something in a language Azgadaan doesn’t understand. The writing in the book seems to be in Thalassian, and everything about it is completely dry. Azgadaan asks Levia if she can translate.
Levia Blackflight says: It looks to be… some sort of registry of some kind? This isn’t really a book so much as a list of figures.
She tries to move the book, but it seems that one of its covers always have to be touching the desk.
Two other warriors are sent to open the doors. The doors don’t budge. Azgadaan considers they may be under the arcane lock spell.
Levia Blackflight says: Hold on, I did find something. 'Welcome to the treasury of Magister Kilnar Goldensword… if you’re reading this then you are likely a guest of this manor and you probably shouldn’t be reading this, otherwise you would know this is a list of all the things in the treasury. If you wish to gain access, know there are only two passageways. One entry way is to prove your skill by force, the other by your mental acumen. Pen versus the sword…' yeah, this looks like a defense mechanism. I wager this book fills or removes based on what is found within. A lot of the pages are blank. I think there’s some magic preventing the full contents from being revealed.
Azgadaan looks at the blank pages and he sees invisible Thalassian words there.
Azgadaan makes a slate of ice to try and transcribe some of the things there. Levia furrows her brow.
Levia Blackflight says: It looks like it mentioned some sort of cage… I… don’t know.
They decide to wait until Halno or someone else can read the invisible text and they go back to explore Kilnar’s private chambers. There are some very nice sheets, though many spots are bare, likely removed decorations that she really liked. The glass floor in the main antechamber is still broken.
However, there’s not much of interest.
Azgadaan leads the way back to the chamber with the fishbowl ooze. He freezes some water and smashes it to bits, which he then collects and heads toward the ooze.
He notes that the entryway there is slick with water, and the pool inside is now empty. There is no sign of the ooze.
He gathers everyone and they look up. The ceiling appears to be completely normal. But Nyxxa notes the ground is a bit sticky.
Nyxxa says: Azgadaan, we should probably go.
Azgadaan bends down to touch the substance on the ground. It seems to lead out of the pool and back toward the way they came in. They follow the trail toward the central aquarium, and then it ends in the water.
Nyxxa says: It’s in the water.
Azgadaan sighs, as there is no real way to track it in the water.
Azgadaan says: Well. We need to clear this place out, but I suppose we shouldn’t do it today.
Nyxxa says: We made good progress, and if we have our people in the normal areas, they’ll be able to tell if a giant ooze of water with a shark and a treasure chest approaches.
Azgadaan says: True. We should warn them, and I’ll do my best to get rid of it in the future.
Azgadaan heads back to Kilnar’s room to steal her jewelry. He offers that they could sell the jewelry to fund Nyxxa’s bag of holding. Nyxxa looks a bit perturbed.
Nyxxa says: It is what it is… but it doesn’t feel good.
Azgadaan says: It’s a necessity in times like these.
Nyxxa says: I know. And if we don’t, someone else will loot it. So ultimately…
She shrugs.
Nyxxa says: But I’m glad it doesn’t feel great for you either.
Azgadaan says: The only time I feel good about it is when they deserve it.
Nyxxa says: True, but I still feel weird about these.
She gestures to the wrapped war glaives.
Nyxxa says: Deserved it, but I still feel weird.
Azgadaan says: Well, I would too, but for different reasons.
Nyxxa says: Those reasons are definitely part of it.
They leave the manor and spend some time trying to find Nyxxa a bag of holding. After about a day and a half of looking they are directed to a section of the city that the Shadowsword have been occupying. They are told that they would be meeting a felblood elf with deep black skin at one of the nicer manors. Their eyes are brown with flecks of green, and there are more crackles of green through their skin. Their eyes are equally as black, and is pulled back in a braid with colorful trinkets through it. Instead of black wings, theirs are white flecked with gray. They have a wide-brimmed hat that they sweep off in greeting and introduce themselves as Vilath.
They lead them to a handful of stands, and they note a few things of interest. There is a brilliantly crafted longsword with a dark hilt and gold filigree that ends in the shape of a claw. The blade is asymmetrical that is curved like a scimitar, and it seems to be very well-made. There is also a beautiful ring that looks like an angel feather wrapped in silver. Placed front and center is a beautiful black leather bag that looks like it can easily hook onto a belt, and another dark leather bag with a long strap that could be slung over the shoulder. There are small plates of metal engraved with various creatures, though mostly birds.
Vilath says: I’m told that you’re looking for something to take a load of your shoulders, am I right? Well I have just the thing for you.
He almost glides to the dark leather bag and holds it out.
Vilath says: I believe this should suffice. But perhaps I can interest you in something else as well.
They glide over and lift the secondary bag as well.
Vilath says: While a bag of holding is useful in a direct manor, one of your more discerning tastes may find this to be more useful. It’s called a handy haversack by reputation. While you may not be able to carry as much, it is always exactly what you need. No more digging around in your deep expansive pockets. No no, always will you find what you need. Tell me, my lord, how often have you plunged into your bag to scramble for whatever it is you need? While a bag of holding always has a certain heft, this is also a lighter alternative.
Azgadaan says: Nyxxa, which one do you prefer?
Nyxxa says: I don’t need anything special. I just need to know the prices.
Vilath says: If you would tell me what kind of items you carry, perhaps I can help. If you are looking to hide a body, the bag of holding of course, but if you have more things lightweight… well.
Nyxxa says: I’m looking more for volume over functionality.
Vilath says: Well, the bag of holding is most definitely to your liking.
Nyxxa says: Well, Azgadaan. Unless there’s something that caught your eye.
Azgadaan says: I’d like to inspect the others. How much is the bag anyway?
Vilath says: I’d be willing to part with it for 2250gp, or the equivalent. That’s the typical market price. I would put the price of the haversack… I would say about 7000gp, or a trade equivalent, but I do have some other items as well that are not being examined. This is a busy market, but these two are thematically appropriate for individuals of your esteemed composure.
They go over to the blade and give it a few practice swings.
Vilath says: This blade supposedly belonged to an esteemed captain of the Guardians of the Eternal Spring. It is most definitely of no small amount of history and import. It strikes quicker and more divisively than most.
It’s a +2 elven longsword by make, and the felblood then turns to the ring.
Vilath says: This, however, will help you in a pinch if you are plummeting from high distances. An item like this will make you descend like an angel from the heavens, gravity posing no threat to your grace.
Azgadaan says: Vilath, I have a counter offer. We have two items here that are worth quite a bit, and I’d like to bring the price down to around 1000gp, with the two of these items added as well.
He produces the pipes of haunting and a horn of silent alarm.
Vilath says: I see. And which item did you want to purchase?
Azgadaan says: The bag of holding.
Vilath says: I see. Would you allow me to see them?
Azgadaan hands over the items for the felblood to look at.
Vilath says: These are certainly interesting indeed. I would not be opposed to… a trade you might say, instead. You require this bag, yes? I would be willing to part with it as an even trade with these.
He gestures at the pipes of haunting.
Nyxxa says: Just the pipes?
Vilath says: Just the pipes.
Azgadaan says: Excellent.
They shake hands, and the trade is made.
Azgadaan says: Pleasure doing business with you.
Vilath says: Of course, of course. And as an additional show of good faith, you should know any of my purchases--particularly those with a flair--carry with them an additional little bonus. I’m not sure what’s inside, but you may find something useful. A show of good faith. Go on, reach in. See what you may find.
Nyxxa hesitantly reaches in and withdraws a vial. It’s a potion of healing.
Vilath says: Ah, a classic. Good on you, my good lady. I once had someone pull a potion of great invisibility from their bag. It’s always a delight.
Azgadaan says: I do have some questions. Do you know of anyone that can repair instruments?
Vilath says: Well. I may know some people. Not for free of course, but, I suppose it depends on what kind of instruments you’re looking to repair.
Azgadaan shows him the damaged lyre and instrument of the bards, the mandolin..
Vilath says: Ah. The lyre is simple, but the other… I’ve never seen. A woodcrafter may be able to restore it, but I sense they are not mundane instruments. I will ensure the people you have to do this are of the utmost skill. Keep in mind the utmost skill often costs. Be wary who you ask. I would not want you to get less than your money’s worth.
His advice seems genuine, but also like he is trying to make a sale.
Vilath says: If you would like, I can have them restored for you. I don’t know how long it will take, but once I find a sufficient craftsman, I can have them restored. It won’t be cheap, but the work will be quality.
Azgadaan says: I have some other contacts I’d like to check as well, but I’ll put you at the top of my list.
Vilath says: I do love being at the top, and I know you know exactly what that feels like, my lord.
They say farewells and Vilath bows deeply to see them off.
Nyxxa says: Do you want some iron coins for that, Azgadaan?
Azgadaan says: No. I’m fine.
However, he asks her for help on the bracers he’s going to be making, and Nyxxa agrees.
They opt to go back to Quel’danas, and Azgadaan opens a teleportation circle. That night, Azgadaan also dreams Aracyra, and she’s ecstatic to hear from him. Azgadaan tells her he has something for her when she gets back. She asks for a hint, and he tells her that it will suit most of what she wears. Aracyra seems quite excited at that.
She then suggests that Azgadaan change the dream into a place that he likes, and he changes it into the shore. Aracyra runs into the low tides and invites Azgadaan to chase her, and they spend some time splashing each other in the low tides.
Over the next few days, Azgadaan did some research on animals of the world--specifically a sort of porcupine-bear monster known as a savager or quillbear.
Nyxxa, meanwhile, continued to run some messages.
Azgadaan also goes to meet with Shaspira.
Shaspira says: Ah. Azgadaan. It’s a pleasure to see you.
Azgadaan says: You as well. We found some things.
Shaspira says: In Kilnar’s manor? I trust it’s more prepared for inspection?
Azgadaan says: Indeed. The only risk is the aquatic life in the aquarium.
Shaspira says: Very well. I shall arrange with Arthak to see if there’s anything of interest. I am certain that both he and you have a few ideas in mind.
Azgadaan says: I have two in particular. One is semi-active. The other is within my control to manipulate.
Shaspira says: I look forward to it. I imagine I can meet you there in the next few days.
Azgadaan says: Do you have any aversion to get, well, wet? One path is underwater.
Shaspira says: I will prepare accordingly.
Azgadaan says: I also found this.
He produces the Darnassian mandolin, and Shaspira tilts her head slightly.
Shaspira says: How very curious.
Azgadaan says: We found this behind two walls. But during the process of breaking down said walls, this and another instrument was damaged. They should be able to be fixed.
Shaspira says: It has seen some wear, but it is not outside the realm of being restored. Though it would not be cheap… this is old as far as this world is concerned.
She takes a closer look.
Shaspira says: May I?
Azgadaan hands it over.
Shaspira says: As I suspected. This… instrument was crafted thousands of years ago by the highborne people that called us here the first time. This particular one was likely crafted before the sundering of this world. I wager whatever wood used in its construction is at the bottom of the ocean. There may be comparable lumber… but without a craftsman of exceeding skill one would risk losing the frail enchantments on. But this is curious. How it made it here to the magistrix’s hands is most likely an interesting story. This has likely traveled far.
Azgadaan says: She had weird things. She had a creature bound there. Not sure what it was. Fish-like but humanoid.
Shaspira says: Curious. I had heard of such a creature swimming into the Greenwood Channel. That must have been your beast?
Azgadaan says: Yes, after we went through the mansion, it was either fight it and the rest of the aquarium or let him go. I was tired, so I opted to just let him go.
Shaspira says: I have not heard of such a creature. Can you show me what he looked like?
Azgadaan makes a magical toy of the naga and she laughs.
Azgadaan says: He also had a pet.
He makes the fish-dog as well.
Shaspira says: How sweet. I’ll look into it. Whatever it was is beyond my understanding. That is an interesting piece of history you have with you, though.
Azgadaan says: That’s why I brought it to you. If anyone could make heads or tails of it, it would be you.
Shaspira says: You were wise. I would be happy to accept it for a modest fee given its damage. I’d be willing to trade you a meager sum of 5,000 rezzi or other currency.
Azgadaan says: Gems?
Shaspira agrees she can arrange for that. They continue a bit of small talk about Azgadaan’s own exploits in trying to learn another of the instruments before Azgadaan takes his leave.
Later on, Shaspira sends Azgadaan’s payment via Nyxxa that day. It’s a singular, beautiful crimson gemstone.
Arthak, Azgadaan, and Halno meet on the mainland for the meeting with Shaspira. Shaspira meets them outside the manor wearing a beautiful black gown that is a bit more fit for travel. One of the wrathguards normally positioned at her study is accompanying her.
They exchange pleasantries and then head inside. Shaspira takes stock of everything as they lead her.
Shaspira says: My. It seems that Magistrix Goldensword had a flair for the dramatic. This place is exquisite. Though these traps are… curious. They seem less like traps and more like party favors.
She looks at the platform in the first main room and then at the wrathguard.
Shaspira says: You. If you’ll be so kind?
The wrathguard looks at Shaspira, straightens, and nods. He steps on the platform, and there’s a flash of light and a gust of wind. His armor and swords all disappear, and for a moment he is completely nude until another light spawns a perfectly-fit white robe.
Shaspira chuckles.
Shaspira says: That is… priceless. I imagine your equipment has been transported to one of the front rooms. Go and fetch it, if you aren’t comfortable.
Wrathguard says: Yes, my lady, but this is quite… soft.
Shaspira says: You may keep it.
Wrathguard says: Yes my lady.
He goes to get his things and he definitely comes back with the robe. They head to the stairwell into the lower floors, and they head past the golem. She looks at it curiously.
Shaspira says: That is quite the extensive prototype.
Azgadaan explains how it’s triggered to attack.
Shaspira says: Duly noted. A flaw, perhaps, or something else. I wonder what caused it to be discarded down here. It doesn’t seem to be fully of elvish make. I wonder what it’s story is.
Azgadaan says: What other hands do you think?
Shaspira says: I cannot say. There are many peoples from amongst Azeroth, and I am not familiar with all of them. It’s been some time, and my resources are different. If I were to wager a guess, I would say this was a joint project between the elves and their allies. Humans perhaps, or dwarves? I know little of them. My experience is theoretical at best.
They arrive at the prismatic generator.
Shaspira says: My. An impressive contraption indeed. You said this was responsible for that barrier?
Azgadaan says: I can put it back up if you wish.
Shaspira says: By all means. Do show me.
Azgadaan turns on the machine and it starts to rotate.
Shaspira says: Fascinating. If you don’t mind, Azgadaan, can I look at the control system?
Azgadaan says: Of course.
Shaspira puts a hand on it, and after a moment, she deactivates it.
Shaspira says: I would be most interested in this if you were amendable, chieftain. And I do not believe we were formerly introduced, Halno. You were one of Gul’dan’s colleagues?
Halno says: Correct, yes. I am now with the Broken Blade.
Shaspira says: I understand that in matters of true magic and the arcane Arthak may require some degree of council, yes? If you and your clan decide to part with this device, I would be willing to compensate you for it. Such an item is priceless, and if you want currency, it may take time, but I can perhaps offer other things.
Halno says: I’m personally… Arthak had mentioned you had a certain archmage’s spellbook?
Shaspira says: Yes. The former grand magister, Belo’vir Salonar. His spellbook was among the things offered to me by Miss Caria. A gift of sorts.
Halno says: I do vaguely remember her presenting herself.
Shaspira says: I do wonder what trouble she’s gotten herself into. Nyxxa was… fond of her. Perhaps she’s seeing her around. I mislike someone like her running around without my knowledge. Perhaps it would be worth to reach out to your friend, but that conversation is for another day. You wish to trade this generator for the spellbook?
Halno says: If you find that equal.
Shaspira says: I would.
Arthak nods.
Shaspira says: Very well. You have yourself a deal, Halno. I shall have someone trustworthy deliver it to your domicile before you return. If there are any other secrets to be found in this delectable place, I may take interest. As ever, the Archival Authority looks for important parts of history and artifacts to help our joint effort.
Shaspira casts plane shift on the prismatic generator, transferring the entire thing to another place.
Halno says: Now that is some amazing spellwork.
Shaspira says: You flatter me, Halno. Flattery will get you nowhere, but I appreciate it all the same.
She smiles.
Shaspira says: Is there aught else you wish to show me, or shall we quit this place?
They leave the manor and the wrathguard tries to make a show of not being disappointed when his new robe vanishes. Shaspira reassures him that they could have a nice robe made for him.
At one point, Azgadaan pays a visit to the Vitiator to meet with the nurse he had met a few months ago, Orianelle. Her white hair is braided in a bun and she is humming to herself as she is flipping through some sort of Thalassian manual.
Orianelle says: Ah! My lord Azgadaan, it’s nice to see you. Are you feeling ill? Is there something I can do for you?
Azgadaan says: Not ill, but I’m still having… issues.
Orianelle says: Is this about the strange changes your magic is taking? Perhaps I can assist.
Azgadaan says: Perhaps. I showed you I could summon objects, but now I can’t. But when I woke up one day, this weapon was next to my bed.
He shows her the weapon.
Orianelle says: I see. That is quite strange. Well. I am not seeing anyone right now. If you would like, I could examine you? See if anything has changed?
Azgadaan says: Of course.
Orianelle says: I would ask if you could disrobe, please. How long ago did this change occur?
She starts to examine him.
Azgadaan says: About three weeks or so.
Orianelle says: I see.
She goes about casting some spells as she looks.
Orianelle says: It’s curious. It seems to occur most frequently in young eredar born on Argus after its transition to the Twisting Nether. A curious phenomenon. There is unfortunately not much in the medical texts on this vessel. It’s unfortunate that the nature of the Burning Legion leaves a smaller, but specialized and sophisticated, need for such first aid and such. But there is some information. I hope to return to Argus and see it for myself someday and find some further information.
Azgadaan says: I just hope it stops changing soon. I get used to one thing, and it changes, and now it happened again.
Orianelle says: I wager it is frustrating, yes, but with luck this will be a permanent change... Before your magic was a bit more chaotic. It seems to be a bit more stable now. I believe your magic, being the son of a mage like Jaraxxus, is a lot of power. I believe that power is becoming more your power, rather than the power in your blood. Does that make sense? The readings from your weapon are similar. It’s not tied to you, but it’s become… are you familiar with the creation spell?
Azgadaan says: Hm. I know it exists, and that it lets you create items.
Orianelle says: I believe your magic manifested in that way, and thus created the weapon. Sort of like a metamagic effect to bend the laws of reality in a more direct and permanent form based on your preferences. Thus it created itself from the powers in your blood. It’s quite fascinating, actually. I could also be wildly off base. These are mostly observations. I suppose you want to keep this, yes?
She looks at the weapon.
Azgadaan says: Yes.
Orianelle says: Okay. I could run further tests, but I don’t want to take it from you. Doing so wouldn’t be very good if you want to defend yourself. If ever comes a time you think you would not need your weapon, I would love to run some tests. I have some friends here.
Azgadaan says: How long?
Orianelle says: Oh, I cannot say. A week would tell me something, but more time is always better.
Azgadaan says: I have studying to do, so I could give you some time.
Orianelle says: Of course. I would love to learn more about it. Perhaps you can change this weapon in some way. Use similar magic to shift its form.
Azgadaan says: Thank you very much. Just be careful.
Orianelle says: Of course! If there is anything else you need, stop by. It can be quiet at times, and the company is appreciated.
Azgadaan says: I look forward to getting to know you, doctor.
Orianelle says: You can just call me Ori.
Azgadaan says: Ori? Cute nickname.
Orianelle says: Oh!
She blushes.
Orianelle says: Thank you. I suppose it’s a bit informal, but thank you, for what it’s worth.
She seems to not be used to flattery, so the reaction was quite genuine. But she realized that it was perhaps too formal to tell an eredar prince, but he doesn’t seem angry, at least. And Azgadaan seems kind, and she started to avert her eyes more as Azgadaan got dressed again, when previously that wasn’t a problem.
When he returned after a week, Orianelle reported she found some interesting notes.
Orianelle says: It does seem to be linked to you. Not directly, but there is an intrinsic thing within it. It seems your essence is linked to this weapon in a small degree. Interestingly enough, I believe it could be used to help scry on you. While it is your possession, it is more a part of your soul--a very small part--but it seems it is linked to your essence. I believe you might be able to modify it in physical ways without working it on a forge. I believe only you could accomplish this, but you could mold the item with time and resources into a form more befitting what you wish to be. A more time consuming and resource demanding form of what you did. You could also perhaps layer enchantments on it. Like it could burst into flames, or you could throw it, or other things. Be careful if you try, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt, but it’s a unique option you have.
Azgadaan says: Thank you for the information.
Orianelle says: Of course. If you want me to look at it further, I have a few friends in the Sargerai that may be able to tell what else can be done with it. We could perhaps look at it together, if you wish, if your schedule allows it.
Azgadaan says: I believe my schedule is dependent on the barrier, but I may be able to find a replacement weapon so you can look into it further.
Orianelle says: Of course. I may have to ask a few favors… learning more would likely need discretionary funding, but I would love to help you more, my lord.
Azgadaan says: Would 500 work?
Orianelle says: Most definitely, yes! I could tap into many with that.
Azgadaan says: Do gems work?
Orianelle says: Typically, yes, especially among the Sargerai. Many of us know jewelcrafting, so the value is good, and we find them somewhat intriguing.
Azgadaan tells her a bit about his own projects, and Ori mentions that she had never been one for jewelcrafting, though she had friends that did. She admits she didn’t wear much jewelry because it’s not particularly sanitary.
Azgadaan says: I’ll pick up a temporary weapon. I’ll leave this with you.
He also hands over a 500gp gem for her to research on it, which Ori eagerly agrees and promises to contact him again when she has more for him.
Orianelle says: Thank you, my lord! You are most kind!
Azgadaan says: Don’t go spreading that around.
He winks at her.
Orianelle says: Ah! Of course not!
She blushes again and her tail straightens a bit at the wink.
Azgadaan then goes to buy a temporary weapon, and he gets a maul from Gel’nok. It also seems that Gel’nok had started to try and craft some magic weapons. There’s a long and vicious looking weapon that seems to be almost hammer and half nail. It’s clearly orcish in design, and its as crude and savage as it is refined and well-made. It’s a war pick.
Azgadaan says: What’s that one do?
Gel'nok says: That? Lights on fire. What does it look like it does.
Azgadaan says: May I see it?
Gel'nok says: … what are you planning, demon?
Azgadaan says: To cast identify on it.
Gel'nok says: Alright. But to make things clear, I made that for me.
He hands it over and Azgadaan looks at it. It’s a flametongue war pick.
Azgadaan says: Would you be willing to part with this?
Gel'nok says: Would you be willing to part with your arm?
Azgadaan says: Depends. Could I regenerate after?
Gel'nok says: I don’t give a shit. That was a joke. Anything I forge can be bought for the right price. Theoretically.
Azgadaan says: I would only need it for a time. Would you be willing to buy it back after?
Gel'nok says: Sure. Not for the same price. But sure. I know how you warrior types work. You damage it, and then try to sell it back good as new.
Azgadaan says: How much?
Gel'nok says: Because the boss likes you, 6000 iron coins, or equivalent shit.
Azgadaan says: 6000…
Gel'nok says: You don’t fuck it up, you get half of it back when you return it.
Azgadaan says: Hm. 6000… only 3000 back… too rich for my taste. It would only be a few weeks. Likely with no battle.
Gel'nok says: Hah. That’s what you think. A good weapon is always good. But too rich for your blood? Don’t bother me none.
Azgadaan says: Anything less expensive?
Gel'nok says: Yeah.
He gestures to the rack of mundane weapons. Azgadaan just buys a maul.
The Broken Blade also sell Shaspira the abyssal generator, which she offers installments of 10,000 rezi a month over the next 20 months to a total of 200,000 rezzi. And over the next couple of days, the magic in the manor becomes mundane water after the generator was removed.
On New Years Eve, Levia informs the group that the year of 632 was ending, and frequently it was heralded with parties and the like. Azgadaan makes gallons of beer with his alchemy jug and also gets wine from Kilnar’s.
That night, after a week of silence, Khadgar also sends Nyxxa.
Khadgar says: Happy New Year, Nyxxa.
Nyxxa sneaks off to speak with him.
Nyxxa says: What’s up?
Khadgar says: I suppose I was curious as to what you were up to. Where are you right now, if you don’t mind my asking?
Nyxxa says: Quel’danas. The port city.
Khadgar says: I see. I would hate to… draw you into this, Nyxxa. But circumstances… are changing and they are changing quickly. How capable would you be to move a number of individuals to the island? I don’t want you to tax yourself, but if you can do so easily, it would be helpful.
Nyxxa says: I’m sorry. Not easily.
Khadgar says: I understand. Trust me, I don’t hold it against you, I’m just… worried it won’t be enough.
Nyxxa says: I wish there was more I could do. Just… be careful.
Khadgar says: We certainly will be. You too, Nyxxa. Stay safe.
Nyxxa says: Know, just in this circumstance, I might need to… depending on what you’re planning, I might need to take retaliatory actions.
Khadgar says: I understand. But I can’t say that anyone else will. If everything goes well, you won’t need to be bothered.
Nyxxa says: And I won’t speak a word of this.
Khadgar says: Appreciated. Especially seeing I’m contacting you at the explicit request not to.
Nyxxa says: Of course. Though I can’t help in other ways, I can help in that way.
Khadgar says: Appreciated. We will speak again, Nyxxa. I don’t know when, but we will. Until then.
Nyxxa says: Good luck.
Khadgar says: Good luck.
Nyxxa returns to the party, and they party well past midnight. Nyxxa gets drunk and moans about how she can’t see the moon.
Arthak also grabs Levia, who had been recasting tongues most of the night.
Levia Blackflight says: What’s up, Arthak?
Arthak Saurfang says: I… wished to approach you about something.
Levia Blackflight says: That’s, um… well you did it.
Arthak Saurfang says: The enemy of yours. The one you beat. Impressive in its way. But… fury has its limits.
Levia’s brow furrows.
Arthak Saurfang says: I would offer you tutelage.
Levia’s mouth flaps.
Levia Blackflight says: Tutelage…
Arthak Saurfang says: I understand if you dislike me, or find me savage, brutal, I don’t know…
Levia Blackflight says: That’s not it. Honestly, I don’t have much of a problem with the orcs. You’re a lot more honest than a lot of my former people. I can appreciate that. I just wasn’t expecting… this, of all things.
Arthak Saurfang says: You have strength. The kind that is not seen, more often than not. But the important kind.
Levia Blackflight says: Thanks. Um. Sure. I’m not really… I know how to use a sword, I’m no slouch, but I have a feeling, judging from your blade work, there are some things I could learn from you, even if it’s not necessarily my forte. Any little bit helps, and it helps to learn from others. Sure.
Arthak Saurfang says: The idea is what I think you need.
Levia Blackflight says: The idea of the sword? That’s a lot more philosophical than I expected.
Arthak Saurfang says: We are more than, um… what we are allowed to be.
Levia smiles.
Levia Blackflight says: Yeah. I can agree with that.
Arthak Saurfang says: Your rage isn’t wrong. But it’s something to be controlled. It’s a weapon. That’s what I would teach you.
Levia Blackflight says: Huh. Pretty abstract, but you seem to know what you’re talking about.
Arthak Saurfang says: I’ve had to learn it. It was not very long ago that I stood in a similar place as you.
Levia Blackflight says: Something tells me you’re still wrestling with that yourself, aren’t you? I’ve been watching you. The way you act. The things you do.
Arthak Saurfang says: And what do you think?
Levia Blackflight says: I think you got your own demons you’re wrestling. Everyone does, yours just may be bigger than most. I get that.
Arthak Saurfang says: I suspect you do. Do you have a theory?
Levia Blackflight says: Maybe it’s the booze talking, but I have a theory that maybe you’re hoping I could teach you as much as you can teach me. I don’t think I can, but there’s only one way to learn, right?
Arthak Saurfang says: Nyxxa was right about you.
Levia Blackflight says: Oh yeah? Am I allowed to know what she said?
Arthak Saurfang says: You were worth saving. Because you did not need to be saved.
Levia Blackflight says: Heh…
She looks at the ground.
Levia Blackflight says: Maybe. Then again, I don’t think being saved is so bad.
Arthak Saurfang says: It’s not. I have been. Many a time. Whatever you may see of me, I have been on every end of weakness. It’s kindness and its cruelty. It’s shadow and it’s light.
Levia Blackflight says: For what it’s worth, if I was going to be pulled out of that situation, I’m glad it was to your lot. I’ve learned a lot alright, and I’m eager to see what I’ll learn with you.
Arthak Saurfang says: I can show you some. And I can show you some lessons that others will not… fear is powerful, cruelty is weakness.
Levia Blackflight says: You should really write this stuff down. I don’t know if you orcs do that.
Arthak Saurfang says: Not many.
Levia walks away for a brief second and comes back with a bit of alcohol.
Levia Blackflight says: To the new year.
Arthak Saurfang says: To a better year, for someone.
Levia smiles and downs the alcohol. Arthak also accepts the bit of alcohol she offered.
With Nyxxa later, Nyxxa is asking for more alcohol as apparently her getting drunk is also getting Vaerux drunk. Meanwhile, Azgadaan is downing alcohol like a fiend and is completely unaffected.
That night, Azgadaan dreams Nyxxa. But as he tries to enter her dreamscape, he’s barred. He opts to try and dream Samaara instead.
Nyxxa, however, awakens in a familiar place. It’s no longer clouded with the haze of intoxication. She’s on a black mesa surrounded by darkness. Like the prior dream she had.
As Nyxxa looks around, she sees another figure shrouded in darkness with bright green eyes. It’s the Slayer.
Her eyes narrow in relief.
Nyxxa says: Hello?
The Slayer says: Hello Nyxxa. I’m glad to finally speak with you again.
Nyxxa says: Ah. Have you been trying?
The Slayer says: Our resources are limited in such sort of ways. I thought it wise to wait until the magic erected around the elf lands was diminished.
Nyxxa says: Well, it has significantly diminished.
The Slayer says: It dropped. Just a few hours ago. Just a few. Likely when you were sleeping.
Nyxxa says: Well shit. Well, some stuff has happened.
The Slayer says: I’m sure it has. I would love to hear it.
Nyxxa says: I think I’ve learned your name.
The Slayer says: Is that true?
Nyxxa says: I was speaking with Caria. She found me shortly after I reformed.
The Slayer says: I feared as much.
Nyxxa says: Well good news. She’s dead, for now.
The Slayer laughs.
The Slayer says: I see. It seems you work quickly.
Nyxxa says: It was entirely an accident.
The Slayer laughs harder.
The Slayer says: Even better.
Nyxxa says: The situation right now is… her new master gave her some very powerful warglaives and I’m holding on to them. She’s probably going to blame me, and I’m at a loss.
The Slayer says: I see. Well for your sake and mine, perhaps the time of obfuscation has come to an end.
She waves a hand, and the dreamscape begins to shift. The first thing they see is the sky fills with stars, and in the sky, though Nyxxa’s vision is different, it’s almost without range. The twin moons of Azeroth are in the heavens. The area around them transforms into a mountain, one that is natural. Stones and dirt appear, and it overlooks a beautiful forest that spans in every direction. The trees are tall and strong. Lastly, Nyxxa sees the Slayer’s form, no longer hidden.
It’s Illysanna Ravencrest.
Her violet hair is pulled back into a neat braid, and she has a long half-kilt above a pair of shorts. She doesn’t seem to have weapons, but there is a thin velvet band of cloth across her eyes.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: It’s a pleasure to speak with you again without this added distance.
Nyxxa says: It’s a pleasure to meet you again then, I suppose. I still don’t remember… Illysanna?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: The very same. I will… tell me, what is the nature of what is occurring? Perhaps we can dispel some of the confusion you hold.
Nyxxa gives her a rundown of the time she spent since they last spoke, including what Caria told her. The orcs are going to start their invasion of Azeroth in proper to square off with the elves. The orcs Nyxxa is with is guarding the Dark Portal--which was the Legion’s gateway in the Sunwell, which was a font of magic the elves had created.
Nyxxa says: I have also been covertly helping the elvish resistance.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: That’s bold, Nyxxa, but not unwarranted. The people will need assistance in fighting these orcs.
Nyxxa says: I found some allies among them. The orcs.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Broxigar’s spawn, yes?
Nyxxa says: He is the orc I am working directly under. Arthak. I told you about him.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: You did. He still lives. I would like to speak with him someday.
Nyxxa says: Broxigar is dead from what I heard.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: We assumed as much. From what I understand, he was never found.
Nyxxa says: What is Broxigar’s importance?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Even I don’t know the entire story. I didn’t participate in the War of the Ancients, but he played an important role.
Nyxxa says: 10,000 years ago? An orc?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: And orc who has a son here, today, living now, yes.
Nyxxa is very confused. Illysanna smirks.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: I wager his knowledge of how he ended up back then is as comprehensive as ours is. What is true is that without his assistance, the War of the Ancients might have failed.
Nyxxa says: So that’s why everyone knows the name.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: It is. I wager the Legion does not look upon his name favorably.
Nyxxa says: Arthak has had to do much and more to prove himself.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Understandable. I’m impressed he’s alive. I would have expected the Legion to execute him, but they are more willing to take risks. Good. We can use that .
Nyxxa says: They are keeping him close. He is under the White Tyrant.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: What have you learned of her?
Nyxxa says what she learned.
Nyxxa says: Should I tell Arthak?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: To your discretion. If my father was a hero of the War of the Ancients, I wouldn’t want that to go to my head.
Nyxxa says: I don’t know how he would take it, but he doesn’t like secrets.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Then perhaps it would be wise. Though you may not remember it, his father is a hero amongst our people.
Nyxxa says: There is good amongst the orcs, but as a whole, they’ve been tainted by the Legion. Though I’ve met many who simply have found it necessary to go with the flow, I would see them severed from that. Which is why I aided the resistance.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Very good.
Nyxxa says: There is another thing though. I’ve… gained the ire of what I think is a black dragon.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Truly?
Nyxxa says: She goes by Sinestra.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: I cannot say the name is familiar, but the black dragonflight is… dangerous. Good luck.
Nyxxa says: She wants me to destroy Arthak, and has told me more or less that I’d get a boon if I do, or destroy me if I don’t.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: That sounds like them. Take no words at face value, she is lying in every way. She will likely destroy you regardless. The black dragons are responsible for the destruction of a lot of souls.
Nyxxa says: Did they side with the Legion?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: No. Their weapons took as many lives from their own people and ours.
Nyxxa says: Hence why the White Tyrant was hesitant to cast her out.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: That would make sense, yes.
Nyxxa says: Another question. Do the kaldorei know the Legion has arrived?
Illysanna sighs.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: I cannot say. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to contact any people we’ve sent to Kalimdor.
Nyxxa says: I met a human who knew of the night elves.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Interesting.
Nyxxa says: I thought so too, but he is kind, and has helped me immensely.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Who is he?
Nyxxa says: His name is Khadgar.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: If you trust him, I leave that to you. I don’t know all the dealings that the kaldorei have had with humans or the high elves, but they have been sparse at most.
Nyxxa says: Though given what I now know of Broxigar, was Jaina something similar?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: I have questions regarding that. You spoke with Jaina, yes? She knew nothing of why the Legion wanted her dead.
Nyxxa nods and Illysanna smiles.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Interesting.
Nyxxa says: Perhaps…
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Your suspicions are correct, and I have reason to believe that the Jaina you spoke with might be the very same.
Illysanna turns and the scape behind her shifts. The trees transform, and Nyxxa watches a battlefield form behind her. Orcs. Night elves. Tauren. All other creatures meeting on this battlefield. Closest to them, a rock picks up, and a figure forms.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: This woman named Jaina appeared as suddenly as Broxigar. She became something of a legend for her part of the War of the Ancients as well. She fought on the front lines along with my father, along with Tyrande, Malfurion, Illidan, all of them. And of course Broxigar.
The image finishes, and Nyxxa sees Jaina. Her hair is long and braided with a streak of silver through the front side. Her staff is the same one Nyxxa had seen, and magic is wrapping around it, and her robes are more akin to those of Highborne magi, but different. Her face has similar tattoos to those of the kaldorei. Her eyes are ablaze with magic.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: They called her the Traveler. The Daughter of the Sea. And without her, the War of the Ancients would have claimed thousands more. And thus, it rubs me curious that your Jaina did not know. I believe she may have come to the same conclusion that Jace had. He suspects the Jaina you met has not fought in the War of the Ancients. Perhaps she will not, perhaps she has yet to bend time to her will. I would have to see her in person to tell you if it was the same person I met. But… I suppose time will tell.
Nyxxa says: Caria said you may not be on Kalimdor.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Correct. Do you remember what I told you? That you would find us where it all began?
Nyxxa says: So Kalimdor?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Not that.
The battlefield fades into another deep, thick forest. There is a tall mountain with a stronghold atop it, parapets emblazoned with ravens.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: The place where I met her. Where I grew up. Black Rook Hold, hidden among the shattered fragments of the old world. Those that were not claimed by the Sundering. Should you need to return to us, you’ll find us there for now. Though the future may necessitate us moving again. We shall see. The paradigm is shifting, Nyxxa. You say that Arthak is trustworthy.
Nyxxa says: Relatively.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: What is his goal? What does he know?
Nyxxa says: I don’t know everything, but he seeks a future for his people.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Bereft of the Legion, I wager. Do you think he views that as the future of his people?
Nyxxa says: I think so. I say he’s trustworthy, but it might not be best to share knowledge. There are others, though.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: You have more allies than you realize, Nyxxa. I’ll leave you to your discretion. If he wants the utter destruction of the legion, then you should help him at all costs. Help him finish what his father started. Our people are scattered across the stars at present, learning what we can, preparing what few allies we can. But I wager this war, this second War of the Ancients that is unraveling on our home, will necessitate us emerging from the shadows with or without Illidan.
Nyxxa says: I heard that name as well.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: As you should have.
Nyxxa says: I heard of him. Illidan. Tyrande. Malfurion. Kur’talos Ravencrest.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Perhaps I should fill you in on your history, Nyxxa. While I did not have the privilege of knowing you before we met, I know you fought there, serving alongside the Resistance. That secret will be for you to figure out, but we have our histories. And the sacrifices Illidan made, and the wages he earned for it.
She fills Nyxxa in on the War of the Ancients. Nyxxa also asks about the weird fish, humanoid creature that claimed he descended from the kaldorei.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: They are hostile. That is all I could tell. Descended from our people? We’ll see.
Nyxxa says: They serve a queen.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: That’s troubling, but without further information I can only make assumptions.
Nyxxa says: If the Highborne were able to get as short as they are now, the changes have been massive, and even the changes between the High Elves and the Felbloods are also quite striking.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: The fel is powerful. What you are suggesting is that some of our people changed and survived as they slipped beneath the waves. Interesting. Our people would refuse to acknowledge it, but we are not fools. If they serve a queen… if Azshara is alive. That could be catastrophic.
Nyxxa says: Or it could be a tradition.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Certainly, but whoever has risen to be seen as a queen among the sycophants beneath the waves, cannot be suffered to live. Not if Azeroth is to be saved. But that is a war for another day. I’m sorry, by the way.
Nyxxa says: About what?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Amongst the agents I have lost contact with, Kor'vas was among them. If she was captured, I don’t believe she’s still alive.
Nyxxa says: I don’t remember who that is.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: It may be best that way. You and her were close. You trained together. That’s all you need to know.
Nyxxa says: Was Caria dishonest from what I told you?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: She mentioned you were close?
Nyxxa nods.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: That’s not entirely untrue. She was amongst the same group. The two of you and Kor'vas were the only ones that lived. I can’t say I know the exact interpersonal relationships, but I know that you and Kor'vas were close. She was devastated when you left. I regret not telling her the truth, but that is something that perhaps we’ll have to forgive ourselves for. There’s no time for regrets. For now, focus on what you can and must do. If our agents are able to assist you, explain what happened. If they don’t believe you, show them the blindfold I gave you.
Nyxxa says: I’ve been wearing it, so.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Good. May it serve you well. It’ll be proof enough your words are true, or you were able to best me. One is far more likely than the other.
Nyxxa says: I believe it.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: They should as well. In time I’ll send Elerion Bladedancer to find you in time.
Nyxxa says: Do you want those glaives?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: If you don’t feel yourself worthy to wield them.
Nyxxa says: I don’t want Caria to get them back.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: She’s a traitor. You have the willpower to see it through. She’ll stop at nothing to destroy you, but nothing is not good enough. Not for us. You and I understand that. She was foolish enough to believe she had something to lose. That she had something she was unwilling to sacrifice for this war.
Nyxxa says: More so, she believed she was free.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: In doing so, she tightened her chains further. She’s a coward, and a fool. Your words may postpone the inevitable, but she will need to die.
Nyxxa says: For as long as I need to play Legion politics, I suppose it would be within my demonic nature to attempt to take dominance. I will do what is necessary.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: I know. You always have, Nyxxa. You remember what we fight for.
Nyxxa says: That I do.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: We will never forget.
Nyxxa says: The destruction of the Legion.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Utterly and completely. Only then will this world rest. But unfortunately, Jace’s magic is running its course. Our time is limited. If you have anything you must know.
Nyxxa says: I know someone who can be more upfront with her fight against the Legion.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: This Remnii. I cannot say if I can reach her personally, but I will try.
Nyxxa says: And have you encountered the draenei?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Not personally, but things have changed. Our people are mobilizing. Our eyes are blinded there, and it’s dangerous to keep close watch on Ashenvale. The Violet Star… much changed. If your friends' people were amongst it, I would not be surprised if they would be found there.
Nyxxa says: I don’t know if that was them. But.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Something has changed. And if it was the introduction of a people the Legion has sought, that could be it. I’ll try to contact my agent in Felwood. Hopefully, you’ll learn something if he can emerge from his place.
Nyxxa says: Understood.
The dreamscape starts to break apart.
Nyxxa says: Stay safe.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: You as well. I’ll try to contact you again soon, as long as it doesn’t overtax Jace.
Nyxxa says: I’ll look forward to it.
Nyxxa winks.
Nyxxa says: Oh, you can’t tell I’m winking.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: I don’t need to see to know.
Nyxxa says: Did I give myself a last name?
Illysanna Ravencrest says: You did not. What did you have in mind.
Nyxxa says: Nyxxa Murkthorn.
Illysanna Ravencrest says: Fitting. Wear it proudly, Nyxxa. As ever, the Illidari know the way. Remember what we’ve given, and remember what we will give.
The dream ends. Nyxxa awakes to a note penned by Gramgun, which says “hey, thanks for last night, you got me out of a bind.”
January 1st, 633
Arthak awakes to a pound on the door while Nyxxa is dreaming.
Broken Blade Orc says: Chieftain! Something happened! Hellscream has returned!
Arthak Saurfang says: Garrosh?
The orc nods.
Arthak Saurfang says: Is he here?
Broken Blade Orc says: He’s outside. This way.
Azgadaan also emerges, and the group sees four figures in the midst of the crowd. None of them look great. Garrosh is there, severely wounded but standing, and he is holding Zaela in his arms. She has a new eye patch, and is being carried more gently than one would expect Garrosh to do. She is quite wounded, and her body is limp, though alive. Next to them is Jorin, his wounds still bleeding, and his left arm gone. His one remaining eye appears to have been severely wounded, his face bloodied as he leans on his staff. Aracyra is also there, her dress and cloak in tatters, the magic of her teleportation spell flickering and vanishing.
Overhead, the barrier is gone. And as they step out, something soft and cold touches their skin--the first snow in Quel'thalas in over 7000 years begins to cover the town.
