[Alliance] Chapter Three: Session Two

Appearing Characters: Arator Windrunner, Ashwynn Menethil, Calvin Cross, Danath Trollbane, Dobbs Rivers, Elanora Proudmoore, Elissa Cross, Esara Verrinde, Falstad Wildhammer, Gilveradin Windrunner, Lan'dalock, Lieran, Loania, Luc Valonforth, Marwyn, Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore, Nem'aen, Othmar Garithos, Remnii, Seria, Tandred Proudmoore, Uther Menethil, Valeera Sanguinar, Velameestra Windrunner, Victor Prestor, Vittoria Trollbane

As Gil flies over the Hinterlands with his companions, he sees evergreen trees and trollish ruins spanning below. As evening approaches, the small group lands, and Loania and Lieren share a tent.

Lieren and Gil manage to hunt their dinner for the night. Gil observes that Loania has a small amount of magic at her beck and call--namely she has used both prestidigitation and druidcraft, which was a trick she probably learned from her mother. She also conjured a small light using the light cantrip.

The next morning they continue on, and the process continues for several days. It’s rather mundane travel, overall, and with time they cross into the Arathi Highlands. In contrast to the chilly Hinterlands, the Arathi Highlands are sprawling hills and rolling highlands. In the distance there are farmsteads and watchtowers bearing the red and silver standard of Stromgarde. Intermittently, they also observe stones that are placed in particular ways, likely arranged far in the past.

As night falls, they find an abandoned logger’s hut. Gil pokes around the hut, and he can’t tell how long it’s been since anyone was there, but it seems to be clearly abandoned. Everything had been cleared out. However, it was warm, and there was a hearth present without any cut logs.

As Gil examines the area, he uses his primeval awareness, but he senses no humanoids beyond themselves nearby. The night is chilly, with a strong wind, and they opt to stay in the logger’s hut for the night. Lieren chops some wood in the back.

It’s another uneventful night.

Several more days pass, and as they start to leave the Highlands they encounter a small traveling group that they hail. There are two knights, who ask where the small group are headed. Gil responds that they are heading to Grim Batol, and one of the knights comments on the strange companions present.

Gil comments he’s had stranger, but asks if they know of areas that they should avoid, as one of the knights mentions they are in the Witherbark Woods. The knights explain that the woods themselves should likely be avoided, as it’s one of the last places in the Arathi Highlands that the trolls have any sort of dominion over. They’ve been rather difficult to chase out.

The only other threat they mention are highwaymen, though given the dragonhawk and gryphon, it was likely they could avoid them easily. The knight then identifies Gil as a ranger, and Gil confirms.

The other knight comments he had heard that the elven farstriders could shoot three birds with one arrow. Gil comments that it would be rather hard to find three birds lined up. The knight then mentions he heard that they could also talk to animals, which Gil mentioned would be quite a gift.

However, as the knight continued that if he could do so he could tell them why the one horse continues to steal the other horse’s food, and amused, Gil actually does go and talk to the horses.

The horse in question simply says he likes to steal.

The other horse mentions that he’s picky anyway.

Gil informs the knights, and the younger knight then goes to scold the horse in question. Loania asks Gil if he can really talk to animals, and if he does, she asks a bunch of questions about whether Summerflight likes her. Gil answers the questions as best he can, and Loania is clearly simultaneously amazed and super self-conscious about what her mother’s dragonhawk thinks of her.

The knights, when asked further questions, explain the fighting forces in the Arathi Highlands were sparse, and as a result the roods weren’t very safe. The two knights in question were still in the area because of their nearby families.

The group then takes off again and continue their flight. In time, they pass over the Thandol Span, and officially enter Khaz Modan. The bridge over the Thandol Span appears to be dwarven in make, and it’s a bit damaged. There is a second bridge as well, but it looks like it had been completely destroyed.

It has now been eight days after leaving Quel’Danil, and they pass over the mountains into the Wetlands. There are small bog dwelling villages below, but there doesn’t seem to be any expansive settlements. There are some planks over some of the swampy areas, acting almost as makeshift roads.

November 3rd

Finally, they see the winding path that leads to the dwarven fortress of Grim Batol as night settles in again. There’s a light rain that night, with a distant sound of thunder. The group takes shelter in one of the more forested areas that provides cover from the rain.

By the time they land, Loania is shivering quite badly. Lieren seems to be handling the chill fine. They manage to find some place that seems safe and protected enough to bed down.

Lieren is estimating they will likely make it to Grim Batol in about two more days. As they set up camp, Gil mentions one of the other adventures he’s had, and Loania immediately gets excited about the fact Gil may tell them more. Lieren teases her for it.

Gil smiles, then loosely explains he and his companion’s travels during the rising of Zalazane, though he keeps away from any references to gravestriding.

However, as he gets to the end, Gil picks up on some movement nearby. Gil immediately draws his bow and goes to check it out. Lieren also reaches for her stormhammer and takes a few steps after him, while Loania draws her bow and stays rooted.

Gil creeps toward the shrubbery, his bow up and at the ready. However, as he jumps over the shrubs, he sees a flicker in the grass of two eyes peering at him. The creature is pretty dark, and its fur makes it hard to make out in the green, swampy bog.

As Gil takes a closer look, he finds his bow is pointed at a fox with uncharacteristic coloration. Its fur is mostly pitch black with a lighter-colored, swampy-blue color. It watches him from the shrubs, almost frozen.

Gil puts the bow away and asks the fox what its doing there, using speak with animals.

It looks at him for a second, almost perplexed, with its head cocked to the side. It seems like it’s eyeing him cautiously, uncertain as to how he is able to speak with it.

Gil backs away from the fox.

Gil looks back at the fox.

The fox is clearly paying attention to the other voices, but is still waiting.

The fox shakes its head, still not speaking back.

Gil hears Loania slowly creeping forward. The fox takes a cautious step towards Gil, and as Gil smiles at it, he suddenly hears a scream from behind.

As Gil spins around to look, it seems that Loania is staring at the ground, which has begun to move beneath her. Then there is something deep and resonating as the murky ground moves out from under her.

The creature’s fen-like back is now visible as it emerges, much larger than the terrified human behind it. Its eyes are red, but not supernaturally so, and a collection of vines burbles up from the marsh, ready to swing down at the started girl.

Loania scrambles to her feet and reaches for her spellbook. She mutters out an incantation, and some of the water around her begins to freeze as she casts ice barrier on herself. She then moves back, attempting to move back towards her sister.

The creature swings at her, but misses.

Gil whirls around, and a crystalline light forms into an arrow nocked on the bow Talath enchanted, which then gets empowered further as Gil fires. The blow lands, and he follows up with a second strike, landing another attack.

The fen dweller turns and starts to lumber towards Gil, swinging wildly at the elf. Both of its attack hit, and some of the vines on its arm lash out at Gil, and he starts to get tangled into the creature. His body starts to get pulled into the fen dweller’s body itself, and his sight goes dark and it becomes quite difficult to breathe.

The last thing Gil sees is another fen dweller burst from the foliage and go for Lieren. Lieren attempts to swing at it twice, and both hits connect.

She whirls on it again, and the fen dweller goes staggering back into the swamp, tripping and falling onto the ground. She then gets between the creature and her sister.

The black fox looks around, and hones in on the fen dweller that swallowed the elf. Then, suddenly, as it leaps forward, its body begins to change shape and it takes the form of a raptor.

It starts to rip into the fen dweller, and Gil sees sharp talons dig inches from his eyes, which gives him just enough time to scramble out. Instead of the fox, he now sees a raptor.

The fen dweller tumbles backwards.

Summerflight takes to the skies and a small cone of fire breath rains down on the creature that had been attacking Loania and Lieren. Graysoar also runs for it, digging at it with beak and claws. Summerflight swoops back around, and takes a chunk out of the creature with her bite.

The fen dweller then stands and swings at Graysoar, sending the gryphon flying backwards.

Gil fires two shots into the fen dweller that had engulfed him, and somehow it’s still alive. An arrow had pinned one of its arms into the muck, and it struggles to free itself.

Gil backs off, and the fen dweller swings at him, but it misses.

Loania takes aim at the fen dweller fighting her and her sister, and she mutters a few more incantations before firing off a chromatic orb at the creature. Icy magic wraps around the fen dweller, but it seems to have resisted much of the damage.

The raptor continues to rake at the face of the other fen dweller, snarling and hissing as it goes for the throat. Finally, the creature sinks into a pile of vines in a vague shape of the creature it was, thoroughly obliterated.

The raptor then looks up and starts to charge at the other one.

Graysoar once again engages with the remaining creature, slamming into and starting to rake at it with her claws and beak again. Gil hears her shouting out war cries and insults at the fen dweller for threatening Lieren. The fen dweller is knocked down again, the gryphon on top of it.

Lieren follows up with two strikes of her own, lightning crackling off her hammer as she beats into the fen dweller. Summerflight makes another flyby attack, and rips off the creature’s entire head. The dragonhawk shakes her head and tosses the head away.

The battle was over.

Lieren stands up and pushes some hair out of her face, then sees the raptor and takes a defensive stance.

Gil is looking at the raptor, which has a similar coloration to the fox that disappeared. The raptor remains still, just watching.

Gil is looking at the raptor really closely.

The raptor looks up at Gil, and then there’s am ambient glow as wisps of magic come off its form. The tail vanishes, and it takes on a rather tall, more humanoid shape. She looks to be a troll with black hair back in a ponytail. She’s wearing a furred, hooded cape, and blocky, natural armor with wrapped feet. There’s a bag hanging from her back as well.

Loania and Lieren are in awe at this woman that is suddenly standing before them.

She seems rather flabbergasted.

She holds a hand out to Seria. The troll just looks at it, and Lieren lowers the hand.

Seria looks at Gil with a glare.

She gestures aside, and one of the tents was clearly strewn about by one of the emerging creatures. Seria looks around, and extends her arms out.

Seria just sneers at him.

Lieren laughs.

Lieren snorts and laughs.

Loania and Lieren go to continue setting up camp. Gil goes to tend to his injuries, but not before tending to Graysoar. Gil’s magic is a bright viridian green that wraps around the deeper cuts in the gryphon’s body.

As the camp gets set up and watches are arranged, they make some food. Seria stays on the outskirts, just watching.

Gil leaves it there and pulls out his lute to play for a bit after he pokes around the creatures. He was able to determine they were plant-like creatures, and potentially some of them could be useful, but it would likely require an herbalism kit or alchemist's supplies of some sort. He did manage to get some of its interior “mulch” out of one, and he got the root stem, two vines, and some more mulch out of the second one.

Throughout the night, the group does see Seria taking care of a strange egg that she’s been carrying around. Her hands glow with a soft color, which Gil recognizes as prestidigitation that she’s using to warm it.

Seria just shakes her head. Using his experiences with Vel recently, Gil identifies that Seria isn’t very talkative, and he opts not to push his personality on her.

November 4th

The next morning, Gil asks which way Seria is heading as they break camp.

There’s a moment of realization between the sisters as they remember Seria can shapeshift.

The group breaks camp, and Seria takes a running head start, then jumps. In a swirl of energy she transforms into a raven with tealish coloration. She catches up with Graysoar and Summerflight, and then lands on the back of the dragonhawk and sits there for most of the ride.

Another day goes by with nothing eventful.

November 5th

Finally, as the group rounds the mountains, they see more gryphons in the area. And looming before them is a great and massive fortress built into the side of the mountain. It carries the trademark construction of most dwarven facilities, but this one looks more like those of the Ironforge or Dark Iron than the Wildhammer. It also seems to be much more heavily patrolled. There are entire flights of gryphon riders that are patrolling the area.

However, as some approach, Lieren raises her stormhammer, and they see it and leave them alone.

As they arrive at the grand fortress, a few gryphon riders fly in directly before them. The group stands nearly in awe of the great gates, and one of the riders approaches with two other warriors flanking him.

Weapons are not drawn, but they are heavily armed.

The patrol turns and starts to head back in.

The two dwarves behind the high ranking one looks confused, but the head one pauses.

The doors open slightly as the trio heads in. Loania is taking in the sights, as it’s quite magnificent. Before long, the doors open again, and the elite gryphon rider is returning. This time, he’s with Falstad Wildhammer.

Falstad sees Gil and shakes his head, his arms out.

He shoos the elite gryphon rider away, saying they group is with him.

He gestures for the group to follow, barking orders to a few dwarves on the way. Seria stays in raven form perched on Loania’s shoulder. Loania is quite excited about this.

It’s literally a city inside, but it isn’t inhabited by city dwellers. It’s all warriors, and many battles look to have taken place inside. It’s very warm and bright inside, and they realize that the roads are divided by a deep chasm where lava flows below.

He gestures at an inn.

Loania and Lieren look at each other and nod.

Lieren looks thrilled they can hang out in a dwarven tavern. Seria also stays with the girls. The tavern is rather loud and gaudy. Seria, in raven form, hangs out on the table and partakes of some bread crumbs that were scattered on it. Gil, meanwhile, follows after Falstad.

Gil notes that, on Falstad’s shoulder, is a tattoo just like the one Gil has on his chest, though it’s well camouflaged among his tribal tattoos. He shows Falstad the mark on his chest.

Gil nods.

Gil does.

Falstad’s eyebrows shoot up.

Gil debriefs him the best he can.

He’s been leading Gil deeper into Grim Batol. They have passed others, but they have left them alone beyond curious glances.

They enter a deeper hall, and turn into a large antechamber. Something catches Gil’s eye. There are stones lined up in a fashion. There’s almost a hearth that is made of molten rock that is radiating with warmth. The stones are lain gentle in intervals.

As Gil follows Falstad in, he realizes the rocks resemble a bright gravel color, like red sand. He had seen things like them before. The room, the hatchery, is fully of dragon eggs. Dozens of them.

Gil just stares for a few seconds.

He gestures to a section of them.

Falstad leads Gil deeper into the hatchery, and he gently places a hand on one of the eggs. He turns back to Gil.

Gil does ask some other questions, but there is a limit to what Falstad can tell him. However, he does repeat the oath Gil took: This is my gift: compassion for all living things. A drive to protect and nurture them. And the ability to heal that which others cannot, birth what others may not, and love even the unlovable--who surely need such grace more than any other souls.

He also informs Gil that, after the mourning is done, another prime consort will be chosen, and at that point, likely they will be charged with teaching Gil, or Alexstrasza will charge someone else.

Gil also asks if Falstad knows if Noristrasza got out, but he doesn’t know, as he hasn’t heard anything from or about her. When asked, he also informed Gil that Tha’lena was fine as well.

They then head back to rejoin Gil’s companions. Lieren has drunk heavily and is taking it well. Loania has not drank much and is not taking it well.

Over the next few days, Gil does help out some patrols against the Dark Iron dwarves, which Lieren appreciated a great deal, as she wanted to help her people as well.

Over the time Seria spent with them, she also learned that the elf lands were attacked. She chose to accompany them back to Quel’Danil lodge.

November 17th

Upon arriving back at Quel’Danil lodge, they found out that Loania’s mother, Voldana, was sent back north. So Loania wants to go. Lieren also wants to accompany her sister, as she doesn’t want her to go alone.

At some point, when they are away from the Lodge, Gil also mentions the Darkspear to Seria and offers to do a stop over if she was looking for a tribe, as they were taking in trolls from everywhere last he had known.

Upon taking a closer look, Gil realizes Seria’s features are a little bit less hard, and more elegant like an elf. She also doesn’t have three toes on her feet. They are more human.

Seria sits for a moment.

However, as they fly over Hiri’watha, they do see the charred remains of some structures that had been burned down.

November 1st-Mid November

The day after the Hallow’s End celebration, Uther’s entourage continues east. They spend several days heading toward the Greenwood.

Victor’s birthday also came and went on November 5th, and he was receptive to pleasantries and a small celebration, but he also seemed a bit introspective much like Uther had been.

Eventually, they arrived in Cinderhome. In about a week, they would likely be in Last Crossing. However, the day they arrived in Cinderhome was also the day of the first snowfall. However, it doesn’t slow their travel. But, in the distance, they could now see the shimmering barrier of the ban’dinoriel.

At some point, Uther did explain to Victor that he died. Victor responded fairly evenly, and Uther also informed him that Remnii was the one that saved his life. Victor asks Uther if he was alright, and Uther confirms. But he also admits he almost bought into the rhetoric that the Light makes one invincible, but in that moment, he handily learned the truth.

During the time that followed, Remnii continued to human-watch, in particularly observing Victor. It seemed that he had sobered up a lot as they neared the barrier.

Eventually, they arrive in Stratholme. The barrier is a mere 50 miles away. The banners of Kul Tiras are also being flown there, as a naval force had arrived in the bay near Stratholme.

As they head toward the docks to discover who was in charge of the Kul Tiran forces, one of the Kul Tiran captains notes Uther. Uther is immediately hailed by the man.

The man seems young, but he’s rugged. The man expresses it’s a pleasure to meet Uther.

He hands Uther a small charm wtih the Kul Tiran anchor on it. On the back was carved “Ours is the way of the seas and rivers. So long as you remember that, the water will always be your friend.”

They exchange salutes.

At some point, Remnii was able to identify the charm with the spell identify. The charm can be used once before it becomes a nonmagical trinket. It can be used to cast the water walk spell, water breathing spell, or conjure animals as a third level spell, but it would only summon creatures with a swim speed.

As they continue to the docks, Uther identifies his uncle, Tandred Proudmoore.

There is a voice from above, and smiling down at them from above is Mishan Waycrest-Proudmoore, Uther’s aunt by marriage.

She strides down the gangplank, wearing her full regalia.

Ashwynn nods and confirms.

Mishan informs them that their ground forces were already headed there, and she would be joining them along with her “assistant”.

At that point, scurrying up from the vessel, is Elanora, Uther’s young cousin.

She sees Uther and happily greets him.

She glances back at Elanora, who came down to see her cousin. It seems she is getting taller. Victor also ruffles her hair, and greets her cheerfully. Elanora gives him a hug as well.

Uther looks back at Remnii, joke-asking her if what she did could be undone.

Elanora also grabs Uther one more time, expressing she has something to show him. She holds out her hands, and her messy hair almost begins to float a bit like she’s underwater. Her hands begin to glow an aquamarine light, but it has the same heart of the Holy Light. It has an almost watery sheen to it.

She’s effectively using lay on hands.

Elanora also introduces herself to Remnii, along with Tandred and Mishan.

After a brief time in Stratholme, Mishan gives a passionate kiss to Tandred. No matter what, he always seems completely bewildered when she does it, but then melts into the kiss. Mishan then departs with the rest after Uther gives a few small speeches in the town square.

They are literally treading the path from Stratholme to Last Crossing, and those very steps were what set Uther on his journey about a half year ago, with Ashwynn, Arator, and everyone else, to the city where they met Elissa.

Yet, this time, things are different. The snow covers the path. Soldiers march alongside them.

November 20th

Finally, on November 20th, Uther’s entourage arrives at Last Crossing. Last Crossing has become a center for war, and Elissa looks happy to see her home, but also has an expression of worry. Fort Crossing is one of the first lines of defense for Lordaeron.

As soon as the entourage approaches, there is a trumpet call announcing their arrival.

And who do they see when the gates open, but the bald head, broad chest, and grin, of Commander Marwyn. He offers a salute as the entourage rides between the knights that had gathered. There are many knights from all over the kingdoms. There are Lordaeron knights, as well as Kul Tiran marines, and a handful of Dwarven warriors that had come with Muradin. There are also some representatives from the Aurum Blades.

However, there are none from Stormwind, notably.

He also nods at Victor and Ashwynn before turning back to Uther.

He then leans in closer to Uther.

He retrieves two rolled pieces of parchment with the royal seal of house Wrynn, which he hands to Uther. Uther wastes no time starting to open them, but Marwyn said he should wait, as there is still an introduction to be made to Grand Marshall Valonforth.

The town hall they arrive at was once the inn that Elissa and her father ran. Calvin Cross’s own standard is hanging there. It’s a blue field with a cross beneath it and angled to the side and two hands shaking above it. As they enter the new town hall, they see the Grand Marshall Luc Valonforth. He is speaking with the baron of these lands, Othmar Garithos, as well as the newest lord among them, Calvin Cross.

Calvin smiles at Uther, and he also sees his daughter nearly vibrating behind him.

Garithos scoffs.

Valonforth nods to Remnii as someone that may help with that, and Remnii confirms.

Garithos and Uther are eyeing each other up.

Other updates are provided about the elves and the like. Many of the elves are at Quel’Lithien Lodge, but most of the leadership is present in Last Crossing, or on their way back to it.

Lan’dalock is present as a representative from the Kirin Tor. Esara is also here with the magisters.

Meanwhile, down in Caer Darrow, Vel is returning to consciousness.

Vel stirs, hearing the voices. Her disguise self had fallen off, but the hunched back, one-eyed man rowing the boat didn’t seem to notice. The young elf that Vel had met in Scholomance was presently talking to him, but as they note Vel stirring they greet her cheerfully.

The trio arrives on the shore of the lake, Vel reapplies her disguise self, and Nem'aen eagerly hops out. Vel extends some silver to the rower to pay for their trip back to Caer Darrow, which Nem'aen cheerfully states they won't need as they'll be looking for sunken treasure.

Vel asks what they intend to do when they are finished, and Nem'aen realizes the flaw in their plan, and agrees that having a ride back would probably be good. They also tell Vel not to die, as they wouldn't want anything bad to happen to their best-est friend.

Vel promises that she will endeavor to return soon, and Nem'aen gleefully casts water breathing on themself before jumping into the lake, leaving Vel and the one-eyed rower looking at the rippling surface.

Vel just fixes the man with a look.

Vel hands him the few pieces of silver.

The man nods and hobbles off. Vel casts the incantation to summon her phantom steed and then takes off towards Last Crossing.

Meanwhile, Uther is reading the message from Anduin, and the other missive, which is from Anduin's sister, Taria Wrynn II. He had sent both of them letters several weeks ago.

Over the next few days, Uther also is contributing to aid in building fortifications, and trying to inspire others in the process.

Remnii goes to the chapel to help in what ways she can there. However, she also tries to continue learning common.

November 23rd

The entourage from Stromgarde is arriving, with Danath Trollbane at the head. Uther also makes note of another familiar face. It’s Vittoria. Her smile falls on Uther, and her confidence dims for a second, but then she smiles again at him and waves. Uther waves back.

Danath informs Uther that this was all they could bring, and while he doesn’t outright say it, it’s obvious that Stromgarde’s forces are struggling a bit.

Vittoria greets Uther, but doesn’t really say much to him beyond that.

Later that evening, Uther goes to speak with her.

The two go to the tent.

Vittoria takes a step closer to Uther.

Uther looks down and bites his lip.

When Uther asks, Vittoria’s shoulders sink. She exhales.

Vittoria is visibly shocked.

Vittoria steps closer to him, right next to him. She reaches down and takes his hand.

Vittoria leans into Uther. And then he does the grab and dip. She wraps her arms around him, returning his affections both loud and clear.

Seeing as they could die tomorrow… they share a tent for the evening.

November 24th

When they wake up, Uther speaks.

Vittoria looks to the wound on his chest, the one Velhari gave him.

Vel arrives at Last Crossing later on in the day. She touches base with Lan'dalock. There is a group of elven Kirin Tor Mages. There are also some from the Magistrate. He asks Vel if she felt anything strange with her proximity to the Sunwell.

Lan'dalock informs Vel that she is welcome to help however, and any aid they can provide her will be there. She acknowledges the same offer can be said for her. Any fluctuations have been measured. They’re coordinating with Lor'themar and the remnant of the Magistrate.

Sylvanas has been going between the Lodge and Last Crossing often. Vel mentions she wishes to speak with Sylvanas and her father as soon as possible.

Esara finds Vel soon after, offering her a hug, which Vel does accept. Esara informs her that Lirath has been running around for Sylvanas, and has yet to return to Last Crossing from Quel'Lithien.

Vel asks Esara if she would still be willing to continue teaching her swordplay. Specifically, more of the variety that Esara has been shown to be capable of.

A bit after, Vel finds Uther and Remnii with Elissa. Upon seeing her, Uther immediately calls to her, but Elissa and he both race each other to Vel. It quickly becomes a massive hug. They investigate the fact she is now wearing a sword on her hip, and Vel mentions it was a skill that she had started to dust the rust off of. Uther and Elissa are both impressed.

However, before reunions can go to far, there is an interruption.

Victor is leaning against a fence post, smiling. But it’s not a bright smile. He’s stressed, and his eyes show as much. Vel immediately tenses upon hearing his voice.

There is clear tension in the air.

Vel waves a quick goodbye to Uther and Elissa, and nods to Remnii, before she hastily leaves. The tension in the air hasn't broken. Victor saunters over to the group with a shrug.

Remnii thinks, noting how Victor was clearly picking on Vel. She stashes the info away.

Arator and Vel catch up. He inquires about his family, and Vel informs him that she has received word that both Turalyon and Alleria, as well as Vereesa, are still okay. Arator also expresses that he hopes that Vel herself has been doing better, and she confirms, at least to an extent she is able to be.

Valeera greets her, and Vel hands over the potion she had concocted from Meryl's recipe to help Valeera contain the demon trying to possess her. Valeera asks if she can have a copy of the recipe in the event Vel is ever unable to provide it, and Vel complies.

While going over said recipe, Valeera notes that one of the components is demon blood, but she asks nothing about where Vel had likely been able to acquire it.

November 25th (Early Morning)

Vel and Remnii both awaken to a noise. Uther remains oblivious, but Vittoria wakes up Uther with a shake. Something is happening by the gate.

Many people are heading toward the eastern gate. There is something flying in the sky. Something almost golden. There are two small beams of light heading in their direction. Then they realize they are golden wings attached to the side of a brilliant white horse without a rider.

It’s Indomitable. Arthas’s horse.

It comes in for a landing, and it is not a pretty landing. Exhaustion is on its face. Wounds are on it. The horse then slams into the ground, panting.

Everyone runs to him, and the horse has collapsed with exhaustion.

Uther uses lay on hands on the horse. There are a few arrow wounds on it. All his armor is still equipped, there is no evidence of a missive from Arthas.

Uther and Ashwynn exchange worried looks.

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