[Alliance] Chapter Four: Session Fifty-Seven

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August 26th (Night)

After dreaming Victor, Remnii opts to reach out to Liadrin. The stained glass, plush dreamscape emerges and Remnii paces nervously in the room. She feels Liadrin’s mind connect, and the elven woman steps through a doorway. She looks well, and she has an expression of awe and befuddlement.

Then she sees Remnii.

Lia: What… what’s all of this? This is the most vivid dream I’ve ever had.

Rem: It’s not a proper dream. Hello, Liadrin.

Liadrin looks around, processing everything.

Lia: Then… Remnii… you’re really here?

Rem: Yes. Newly returned to the Eastern Kingdoms. But I am here, and I am sorry I was gone for so long.

Lia: You’re alive!?

Liadrin runs up to Remnii and throws her hands around her waist then picks her up, spinning her around while laughing.

Lia: You’re alive! I knew it! This whole time. I can’t explain it… but I knew you were still out there somewhere. It’s so good to see you again. I’m so glad I was right!

Liadrin gives her another hug, and Remnii embraces her properly this time.

Rem: In that case, thank you for having faith in me.

Liadrin smiles.

Lia: I don’t even know where to start. It’s been a long year… If anything I should thank you for giving me something to hold on to this whole time. Something to hope for. Hope’s been in somewhat short supply.

Remnii ducks her head sheepishly.

Rem: It's good to see you too. Pardon me, I was a little nervous about… I don’t know, coming back from the dead? That is the story. You are better at finding light in the dark spaces than I believe you believe yourself to be.

Lia: It helps there’s been a lot to keep me busy.

Rem: I wish this could just be a leisure dream, but… I would like to hear how you’re doing, and I’ve come to ask–it’s okay if you did not–but if Natalie Seline’s body is still in your care or anywhere, I would like to get that out of the way so we can enjoy each other's company.

Lia: That’s… a bit complicated. Um. How much do you know about what’s going on?

Rem: I got the overview of a bit that’s been happening. With the Alliance and some of the troubles therein… but Lordaeron herself, less so. We can walk or we can sit?

Liadrin opts to walk alongside Remnii as they stroll through the sun.

Lia: I did what you asked. I found her body. Um… but by the time I got there, well, normally a body would have, well… decayed. At least a bit. The beasts of the wild? Something. When I found it, it was in perfect condition. It was like she was still sleeping. She barely looked dead. But she wasn’t there. She wasn’t alive. No attempts to revive her worked. It even seemed like the beasts avoided her body. I kept her for some time… I took a look at her, and had some others look at her, and she seemed, by all rights, to be gone. We interred her in an old graveyard outside an old abandoned monastery to the north of Lordaeron. Where a lot of holy people are buried. However… the Scarlet Crusade. After the dissolution of the Silver Hand, they took over that monastery. Given the circumstances, the rumors and all that, the cemeteries under their control have been on a pretty hefty watch. We would have to get their permission. I’d rather not do that for a number of reasons.

Rem: I heard about the split…

Lia: It’s complicated. I don’t have any proper affiliation with the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the church proper has been silent on what to do. On how to respond.

Rem: I was curious about their stance…

Lia: Shortly before their public announcement, there was a fire. At the basilica in Lordaeron’s capital. It sustained a substantial amount of damage. I’ve not been able to figure out what burned down, but the entire area is being watched by the Crusade. It’s… something is off, if you ask me. They’re not acting like I was taught by my father. They’re not acting like adherents of the Holy Light. Though the one I learned is a bit different from the human’s… I don’t like it. And the way they treat those that stand against them is concerning.

Rem: If they are drawing such hard lines like the Crusade… I would hazard that there may be some affiliation.

Lia: Yeah. Well. I guess there’s something else I should let you know. I don’t know what you’re planning on doing… wait. If you’re still alive, does that mean the prince is too?

Rem: Everyone rumored dead is alive. This is meant to be kept on the down low for some time.

Lia: I see. That’s a shame. I could only imagine what heart it would levy to see their prince alive, but I understand this is likely complicated… know I’m here to help. In the meantime, I’ve been doing what I can. Traveling around. Helping refugees. Solving matters. Not just for my people, but for Lordaeron as well. There have been some troubling circumstances. Some that have people on edge. I’m trying to quell those fears.

Rem: I will not pry, but… any and all information coming back into a… it feels as if I’m coming back to a new world. Any information there is would be quite helpful.

Lia: Well. In a lot of ways, we’re living in a new world. I’ve… been in contact with regent lord Theron and the rest of the Convocation. There have been rumors that some amongst my people have undergone a change of sorts. I don’t know if you’re familiar with them, but there are tales on Azeroth… of creatures of the night, those that have died and come back. Vampyrs.

Rem: I am at least familiar.

Lia: Well… I have reason to believe the rumors are true. But the situation seems more complicated. The Crusade has… they’re hunting down these alleged vampyrs. While I’ve been unable to see what they’re doing, these rumors are turning our people against each other. Fear is taking control. It will only get worse. There have been disappearances and losses and there have been signs of necromancy. Those I can confirm. Some of them aren’t connected to those things. Wildlife or crime…

Rem: Those taking advantage.

Lia: I’ve been trying to bring forth justice, but some of these things defy explanation. Dead rising from graves. I’ve done what I can to put them to peace. Those few I’ve found. But I’m also not traveling alone right now. After the Scarlet Crusade made their declaration, after the reformation, a number of church and Silver Hand members were excommunicated. I’m traveling with a number of them. Helping to preserve their identity. We’ve been looking into what the Crusade’s been doing.

Remnii has a neutral expression.

Rem: You… have been busy…

Lia: We’ve been traveling around under the guise of mercenaries. To hide their identities. To make sure the Crusade doesn’t come looking for them. We’ve been calling ourselves the Torchbearers…

Liadrin blushes, and Remnii smiles warmly.

Lia: Salandria has been a big help. It’s official now. I went through and adopted her for real. I don’t think I was able to tell you before. So I’ve been keeping her safe. Mercy has been helping too, but she’s been up to her eyebrows in orphans from the war.

Rem: In the short time I met her, that seems correct.

Lia: I’ve been keeping in touch when I can.

Rem: It sounds like you’re doing invaluable work across this land.

Lia: I’m just doing what seems right.

Rem: Sometimes focusing on the next right thing is all we can do when there is a great deal to contend with. But I am… sure that in time, once we can… I believe we are trying to muster allies of our own in places that people may not look. Such as Gilneas. In time we will be able to connect. The Light has not forsaken this place.

Liadrin nods with a look of conviction.

Lia: I’m glad to hear it. Just be careful. I’d rather not have any more false rumors of your demise… or true ones, for that matter.

Rem: I will be gone for some time. We found my people across the sea.

Relief touches Liadrin’s face.

Lia: I’m so happy to hear that. Your father? Is he well?

Rem: He is. I hope in time more draenei, our version of the Silver Hand, will be able to join us. I will be with them for some amount of time.

Lia: Good. You deserve it, Remnii.

Rem: I feel guilty to say I’m excited as it feels like I’m escaping–

Lia: Remnii, never feel guilty for spending time with your family and loved ones. You never know how much time you have. You’e more than earned it. I’ll be here… and… Velameestra and Uther. I know the two of them. We worked together in Silvermoon. If they need anything, please tell them not to hesitate to reach out to me.

Rem: I will fill them in. While we are on official business, is there anything else we should know?

Lia: Yes. Names. Names I imagine will be familiar to Uther. The new Highlord of the Scarlet Crusade is Saidan Dathrohan. He was a leader of the Silver Hand, and the man responsible for bringing this change up. I also know amongst their membership is Renault Mograine. He’s high ranking, as is his wife, Sally. She serves as High Inquisitor. She seems to be the one responsible for organizing the individuals responsible for keeping the face. There’s a number of other bishops…

She goes off into a list of other people, including a man with the last name of Voss.

Lia: There’s also a ranking member that I believe only answers to direct leadership. I don’t know his identity. I only know he goes by the moniker of the Ashbringer.

Rem: The Ashbringer…

Lia: There was another man by that name. Alexandros Mograine. He died during the Second Troll Wars. I don’t know who this man is, but he’s been a beacon for many people in this time. I want to try and speak with him, but so far it’s been difficult to track him. Any attempts have not worked. He leaves without much notice soon after he’s sighted. We’re trying to reach out, but I can’t say how successful we’ll be. He carries a powerful weapon. One that none of them have seen before. It shares the moniker of the Ashbringer. The people believe he’ll bring an end to the shadows and fears. I… something doesn’t sit right with me. As far as the people I’m traveling with, there are a number of them. The most noteworthy is Maxwell Tyrosus. He was a ranking member of the Silver Hand. I’m also with Darion Mograine, the youngest brother of Renault. He’s close in age with Uther.

Rem: Quite a few names, but I will pass them along.

Lia: There is also Raymond George. If you bring up those names to Uther, he may know more. I will keep what we spoke about to myself. But if you or the others want me to speak to them, or you want to speak to them personally, I’ll see what I can do.

Rem: There will be a time, I hope sooner than later, that we will not be in the dark. I believe the stealth is necessary… for right now. Thank you. Again. For your faith, for your sense of vigilance.

Lia: If it’s any help, I’m sure that Uther must be beside himself not being able to help directly. Tell him that there is still hope. There have been a lot of people rising to the occasion. As many people who have taken advantage of the situation, just as many have stood up to try and make a difference. Either through adventuring work and helping neighbors, or through mercenary work. The Aurum Blades have been active all over Lordaeron and on the fringes of the battle to keep the orcs out. Unfortunately, work is good business for mercenaries, but they’ve been a huge help. I’ve been able to work with their leader.

Rem: Finnall Goldensword?

Liadrin nods.

Rem: I’ll tell him. Uther feels very deeply about some of these things. I believe he will have sound judgment as he must. He knows that more than just his own priorities hang in the balance.

Lia: In the meantime, I’m going to do everything I can to help these people. So if nothing else, I hope that he can put some faith in me to do good in the times he cannot.

Rem: Even if he may not have the words to say it, I believe so. Have faith in that. And yourself. And, as ever, the Light.

They continue to talk about what Remnii had been up to until the spell comes to an end. They bid each other farewell and exchange a tight hug with Remnii’s promise to dream her when she returns again.

August 27th

That morning, Vel cast telepathy to connect her mind to that of Meryl Winterstorm’s. She drew a rune in the air as the spell activated.

Vel [telepathy]: Sorry for intruding… but I have some news for you.

Meryl [telepathy]: Velameestra Windrunner. Aren’t you supposed to be dead?

Vel [telepathy]: Supposed to be. The Guardian is also supposed to be missing.

Meryl [telepathy]: How do you mean?

Vel [telepathy]: He’s back in Karazhan. We found him.

There was a long moment of silence.

Meryl [telepathy]: Where was he? What has he been up to all this time?

Vel [telepathy]: He was in jail on another continent.

Meryl [telepathy]: Of course he was. I’ll be there soon. There are some things he and I should probably speak on. I suppose a thank you is in order. For succeeding where I have failed for an embarrassingly long amount of time. Congratulations on not being as dead as people say.

Vel [telepathy]: It was a set of lucky circumstances. Though I was also wondering if you knew why Dalaran was floating above the Deadwind Pass?

Meryl [telepathy]: I know only as much as I’ve been able to see from my own vantage points. I know the Council of Six came together and made several decisions; that being one of them. They were in unanimous agreement to take such an action, so they left the Hillsbrad Foothills. They sought an apt place to bring Dalaran for a time, but decided on the Deadwind Pass after several… messy teleportations. No one was seriously injured, but no small amount of magic is used to transport a city of that size. It took the better part of a month for those with weaker constitutions to recover from aether sickness. But things have calmed down, for now. For as calm as they can be for a magical city floating miles above a deadland. I suppose that’s that.

Vel [telepathy]: I’m glad to hear it. I’ll let Medivh know you’ll be on your way shortly. Ah… as a warning? There is someone that resembles Aegwynn here. Don’t panic. She’s on our side. It’s a… complex situation.

Meryl [telepathy]: You don’t say? I suppose I’ll learn more once I get there. Oh. I suppose this might be interesting to you as well. I don’t know all the details, but there’s been a change in the Council of Six.

Vel [telepathy]: How so?

Meryl [telepathy]: Well Krasus is no longer a seated member. There were some allegations brought up and he was called forward to stand trial. He never showed up. His seat is now held by, well, Rhonin Windrunner.

Vel [telepathy]: I’m sorry, what?

Meryl [telepathy]: His seat on the Council of Six. It’s being held by Rhonin Windrunner. I believe he’s your… uncle?

Vel [telepathy]: …Yes. That’s correct. Thank you for informing me.

Meryl [telepathy]: Sure. Thought you might be interested, seeing they are your superiors. And I thought you might want to tell him congratulations whenever you reach out to him. Provided you haven’t already. I’m currently investigating some of the strange situations happening in Stormwind. I’ve been in contact with your friend Valeera from time to time. Ensuring Kathra'natir is still under control.

Vel [telepathy]: We were planning on reaching out to her as well. She’s still doing well then?

Meryl [telepathy]: As well as she can be, though it’s been months since I spoke with her. Time slips by rather quickly when you live as long as I.

Vel [telepathy]: Understood. We’ll see you soon, Meryl.

Vel went to find Medivh to warn him of Meryl’s arrival, but as soon as she found the Guardian, Moroes had already entered to inform Medivh that another guest had arrived.

Vel, Remnii, and Uther reconvene in the library. Remnii bids them good morning, and then goes into the summary of what she had learned from Liadrin.

Rem: In conclusion, she is doing what she can, and hopes you will put faith in her. There can be hope still, among all this. People are rising to the occasion. Helping their fellow man, even amidst this.

Darion and Uther had known each other while Uther was training, and they had gotten along well. He’s around Anduin’s age, and was not a high ranking member of the Silver Hand, but was a knight. He can be a bit brash, and he does not get along with Renault. He is a Hillsbrad native, but spent a lot of time in Lordaeron. One of his biggest focuses was that he sought out and destroyed evil where it could be found and he took after his father a great deal, but he balanced it out with helping others a great deal. Some years ago, when he was younger, he traveled deep into the Alterac mountains hunting a lich. They were successful in bringing the creature down while he squired under Zeliak Lichbane, who in turn had squired under Alexandros Mograine. However, Darion had never gotten along with Renault well. Renault was old enough to be a squire during the Second Troll Wars, while Darion had not yet started. Whatever weak bond they had before Alexandros died, shattered after the death of their father. A core of that involved the fact Darion put his father on a pedestal while Renault did not like to live in his father’s shadow.

Sir Raymond George was not a paladin, but was instead a priest that worked with the Silver Hand and was instrumental in logistics. He was getting up in age. He acted as a liaison between the church and the paladin order and was technically an ordained knight, but he was not the best fighter.

Lord Maxwell Tyrosus would have been in the top running to take over for one of the leaders of the Silver Hand.

Uth: I’ve never lost hope, but what you told me will help me sleep easier. She has a capable crew.

Rem: I hoped as much. Given I will be here a few more days, I… if you have any more questions for her, I will be more than happy to reach out and confer. At least some eyes in Lordaseron should be able to help. If you reach out to her.

Uth: I appreciate it, Remnii.

Vel: It’s something to consider once we’re able to, at the very least.

Uth: If she has Darion Mograine with her, she’s not doing too bad.

There is a hint of a smirk on Uther’s face. Remnii offers an expression of relief.

Vel: You mentioned that Liadrin spoke to Regent Lord Theron and the rest of the Convocation… did she mention how the rest of them are handling the news?

Remnii explains that Liadrin had told her Sylvanas was focused on the war effort, while Lor’themar was focused on the affairs on the west side of the bulwark. It was likely that Sylvanas had confirmed things to Lor’themar, and Lor’themar slipped some things to Liadrin that he likely shouldn’t have. However, the rumors extend in a lot of other places.

Remnii then pulls out her scrying orb so they can try to scry on Vittoria and Elissa’s father, Calvin Cross.

The image in the orb begins to dim and shift as it becomes a scene. The first thing they see is the green of the rolling fields of Stromgarde, as well as Vittoria. She is wearing a simple red dress with a loose gold and black plaid shawl. She has a set of bagpipes in her hands, and she is swaying back and forth as she plays. There is a pond in the background, the sun glistening off it. There does not seem to be anyone else in the vicinity.

The acoustics of the bagpipes reverberate across the highlands hills.

Rem: What is that?

Vel: Bagpipes.

Rem: Apologies. I… wasn’t ready for such a sound.

Vittoria looks tired, but she’s not bound and she seems to be in good health. She’s not emaciated or in any form of poor condition.

Vel: That’s… rather tranquil for her having been supposedly captured.

Vittoria plays for a few minutes as they watch through the crystal ball, and with the conclusion she takes a shallow breath and a sigh. In the Arathi tongue, she mutters to herself, which Remnii can understand due to her translator.

Vittoria: Still got it.

Another voice chimes in. It’s gruff, deep, and feminine, also speaking in the same language.

Voice: Not bad.

Vittoria spins toward the voice.

Vitt: Oh!

Vittoria blushes.

Vit: How long were you watching?

Voic: Long enough. You’re pretty good.

Vit: Lot of practice… is she awake?

There is no answer, but Vittoria nods. A single pair of armored footsteps approaches.

Vit: Guess I should head back then.

Another figure enters, and they see a human woman. She is tall, broad-shouldered, and heavy set in full muscle. She is clearly Stromic in origin, and she has wild, deep red-brown hair with streaks of gray and silver, and an eyepatch over one eye.

Woman: Never understood how people could play those things.

Vit: it’s really just practice. You could try if you like?

Woman: I wouldn’t want to reveal our position to every loyalist this side of the cairns.

The woman chuckles, and Vittoria laughs awkwardly. The older woman turns.

Woman: You comin’, Vit?

Vitto: Please… don’t call me that.

Woman: Apologies.

The woman walks out of focus of the censor, and Vittoria looks out with a heavy, concerned look, but then takes a breath and goes to follow. She follows the woman toward a natural valley nestled between the more rocky hills. There are banners in the distance, and the one they see is one with a bright sun over cairn stones. The scrying fades away.

Vel: I think there’s more to that situation than just a simple hostage scenario. She seems to be in good health.

Uther doesn’t recognize the sigil on the banners, but it shares similarities with the emblem he had seen in history books about the empire of Arathor. The previous emblem was the sun shining through a closed fist, but the cairn stones are unique to this emblem. However, the woman that Vittoria was with… her appearance brings to mind a tale that he had heard before when talking to Vittoria.

That individual is a woman named Maighread Tàillear. She is a notorious and wanted criminal in Stromgarde for a myriad of crimes that range from murder, arson, kidnapping, terrorism, and the like. Vittoria had made a reference to her as the Scourge of Arathi or the One-Eyed Gryphon.

Vel: At least it seems we don’t need to rush to Stromgarde to rescue her. She seems… fine, right now.

Rem: I believe there are some politics involved somewhere… but…

Uth: I’m just happy she’s safe.

Rem: Good.

They fetch Elissa, and Remnii then tries to scry on Lord Calvin Cross, the ball begins to clear. However, there is no scene. It didn’t seem to work.

El: Why didn’t it work?

Vel: Any menagerie of reasons. He could be protected from scrying… he could have resisted the spell. We can try again another day.

They try another day, and then another day, but it continues to fail. However, by the third day, Morra is present, and she reaches out.

Mor: That’s enough. This won’t work.

El: What do you mean?

Mor: I don’t know, Elissa, but if we could reach him, we would have by now. I have no doubt that is the case. We should consult other avenues to confirm his fate. Continuing to do this could have… if he is dead, I would not want to put you at risk scrying on him.

Elissa’s face pales.

Eli: There has to be another explanation, right? Maybe he’s just captured? Or some fluke. Some magic?

Morr: I hope so, Elissa.

Morra glances at Vel with a steely resignation. They meet each other’s eyes.

Vel: …Remnii, can you try to commune?

Rem: I can try tomorrow.

The next day, they sit with Elissa and Remnii communes. As she asks, the Naaru confirms what she already knew. Elissa is already crying as Remnii leaves her meditative trance, her head on Remnii’s shoulder. Remnii embraces her, and she and Vel sit with her for a long time.

August 27th (Night)

Vel reaches out to both Rehlana and Wrathion via dream. Rehlana looks much the same as she did before, but Wrathion looks much different. Instead of a servant, she sees a young man looking to be close in age to Giramar and Galadin. He has dark tan skin, and curly hair shoulder length. His left ear is pierced. And from out of the hair she sees two small horns that curve up and in a backwards direction. His eyes are slit and bright red.

As they appear in the snow scape, Rehlana looks to Wrathion and looks back to Vel.

Reh: What do you think you’re doing? You’re not suppose to be alive, and you come in here and drag him into this as well? How did you even…

Wra: Now now, Rehlana it’s alright. I imagine you were already more well informed then most.

Vel: Considering the circumstances I think we can drop a lot of the pretenses and be candid here.

Wra: Well first and foremost congratulations on your survival. I did imagine in was that was the case. Given certain rumors coming out of Alterac I has reason to believe there was more to that story then met the eye.

Vel: Quite a bit more. Information that I think you’ll actually be quite intrigued to hear about.

Rehlana crosses her arms.

Reh: Right. Apologies Velameestra.

Vel: None needed. I understand this is unprecedented. Unfortunately a dead woman arriving in your head was probably not the best way. I understand you’re not fond of it.

Reh: I tend to be cagy about anyone entering my mind. I suppose for you I can make an exception. Congratulations on the survival.

Vel: Thank you. But I figured I would reach out to both of you. I imagine Rehlana that you’re basically appraised of everything he’s appraised on, if I’m understanding your relationship correctly.

Reh: That’s correct.

Vel: We have quite a few black dragon weeds popping up it would seem.

Wrathion chuckles.

Wra: Indeed. Makes my already difficult job of keeping my identity hidden even more complicated. As if the red dragons breathing down my neck wasn’t bad enough.

Vel: Well you’ll be happy to hear that we’re your allies in this. We were able to identify a few of them in high places across the Eastern Kingdoms while we were away.

Wra: I presume Daval Prestor is one of them.

Vel: Indeed. And his particular identity, while not directly confirmed, there’s enough information to imply that he may be the aspect of death.

Wra: That is a predicament. I was hoping it wouldn’ be the case. Though the thought had crossed my mind. Especially one with as many resources at his disposal makes the most sense. But if Daval Prestor is Deathwing this is going to be a lot more difficult than even I thought. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit excited about the prospect. After all knowing where he is means he can be vulnerable in time.

Vel: The other identity that we’ve been able to likely confirm is the presence of Onyxia, one of his daughters.

Wrathion tenses up.

Wra: I see. An educated guess I presume you believe her to be Katrana Prestor, given the confirmation you previously gave?

Vel: Correct.

Wra: Good. Well, not good but. Names are important. Onyxia is one of the last broodmothers remaining of the black flight you see. Knowing which one is where is going to be integral in the coming conflict. Especially if we’re dealing with Deathwing. My dearest grandfather won’t go down without a fight.

Vel: Of course not. But it’s fortunate we have allies on the inside. And now that we’re back we’re going to make sure that as long as our identities remain secret we are going to be working on undermining exactly what they’re doing. Which is why I thought to reach out to both of you.

Wrathion raises an eyebrow.

Wra: These allies on the inside? Care to share, or is that confidential?

Vel: For the time being. Once we have more information of what is going on and what we can do.

Wra: Very well, keep your secret, Velameestra. But I appreciate your candidness with your others.

Vel: Things are getting complicated, but on that particular front-

Vel materializes the Black dragon Broodmother book, and it floats over to Wrathion.

Vel: You may find interest this this actually.

Wra: You’re quite right. It seems like you’ve been making friends in all sorts of interesting places.

Vel: You get to do a lot when you’re dead. But I also wanted to ask if there’s anything that we can look into while we’re on the downlow that you’re unable to do so.

Wrathion looks to Rehlana, and Rehlana thinks for a moment.

Reh: Alterac is in a precarious state. Especially now that we can confirm King Prestor has to be removed one, way or another. Things are going to get messy. For the future of the nation, more pruning is going to have to happen. But if Alterac is to persist without becoming a protected subservient of its neighbors, an alternative is going to have to be found. Obviously other forms of government come to mind. A democracy will be a hard sell with the nobility. But I suppose once we expunge certain elements, perhaps it will be more easy. Speaking of expunging these elements, do be sure to share that particular information about your friend on the inside. I wouldn’t want to accidentally expunge an element that you were relying on. Just, something to consider.

Vel: I would hope you wouldn’t be moving immediately to do any such thing.

Reh: We don’t have that luxury, not in this particular case.

Vel: In this case, our ally is the prince.

Rehlana and Wrathion look to each other with shock. Wra: Prince Victor?

Vel: Prince Victor.

Wra: Are you entirely sure?

Vel: He is the reason we’re believed to be dead, and that Deathwing believes we are. He’s covered for us this entire time, and has provided as much information as I have right now.

Rehlana looks shocked and impressed. Wrathion smirks and claps.

Wra: I never would have imagined, truthfully. What evidence I’ve been able to ascertain as to his involvement pointed towards an obstacle that needed to be removed. I suppose some plans may have to be amended, specifically ones involving kidnapping or assassination.

Vel: Yes that would be quite unfortunate for everyone involved.

Wra: I can imagine. Though I’m quite curious of certain other rumors I’ve heard. My little birds have seen things. I understand that he is your undoubtedly also still alive friend Prince Uther Menethil’s cousin. Have you noticed any strange physically changes on him?

Vel: On Uther?

Wra: No. On Victor.

Vel: Here and there. His situation is complicated.

Wra: So you do no then. I suppose I should try to arrange a clandestine audience. Perhaps one of my little birds can let him know that a friend of the family would like to have a chat.

Vel: He is being watched. Clandestine or no, it would not do to put him at undue risk.

Wra: Then perhaps no risks can be taken. After all, my presence cannot become known to anyone.

Vel: I don’t suppose my brother has been in contact recently.

Wra: No. And likely for the best. I’m afraid at present I would not want to have a conversation with him. His masters and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms.

Vel: Understandable.

Wra: You remember the visitor that came to sweet Rehlana’s mans at the same time you did?

Vel: Mostraz?

Wra: Yes. He didn’t get the message.

Reh: Their attack claimed a number of ours, and we’re still rebuilding after the destruction and ensuring a repeat of the incident will not occur.

Wra: It seems they really wanted me to go with them. Needless to say I’m not there anymore for my own good.

Vel: Also understandable. If we find any other information I’ll make sure it gets down the grapevine, so to speak.

Reh: What are you and your companions doing now? I presume that you’re not looking to break the facade of your own deaths?

Vel: Currently not, no. We’re going to be working in what we can to uncover proof of this debacle. As it stands, pronouncing that the High King of the Alliance is actually a dragon in disguise with to evidence to back it up is not going to go particularly well.

Reh: A wise decision. And where by chance will your first gardening expedition take you, Miss Velameestra?

Vel: Gilneas.

Wra: I may have something that could help you out. As it happens I happen to have a little bird there. One who's looking in. They’ve only recently gone, and I’ve not been able to reach them, not from where they’re at. But if you’re able to find them, perhaps they’ll be able to help.

Vel: Perhaps I could have an identifier for this little bird? Gilneas is quite a mess from what I’m understanding.

Wra: I’m certain it is. Look for a disguise, likely a human somewhere between our ages. From what I understand he’s been doing what he can to run messages. When you find him, should he approach you and ask you for a tip, simply tell him to stay away from the shadows in the sky. He should know the rest. As far as his reasoning, I have evidence that there may be black dragon activity. I have no hardline proof, but a message was intercepted that made reference to something called the black howl. We believe this might have something to do with an operation of sorts, one the black flight might be doing to keep tabs on the area.

Vel: Wonderful. I suppose we should make sure our identity is a secret while we’re there too.

Reh: Or at least close up any loose ends.

Vel: Or at least that.

Reh: The better part of Gilneas is unable to be reached.

Vel: Due to a magical disturbance, I imagine?

Reh: It’s been a growing problem. It seems to have engulfed most of Gilneas. The central and western halves. Use this to your advantage and you may not have a problem. Just be sure to close up any loose ends. But while you’re there I will ask you to keep an eye on one matter. There is someone who may be within Gilneas. Someone who may help our kingdom. Whether he is able to or not depends on what happens in the upcoming year or so. I presume you’re familiar with the events that led to Daval Prestor being named as king of Alterac?

Vel: Yes. And I imagine Genn is going to be overjoyed at being proven right.

Reh: Oh most certainly. But I would remind you of another piece of information oft forgotten and easily forgotten. Daval Prestor wasn’t the only claimant to the throne. There’s a second man with a strong claim, but one that was bypassed thanks to the near unanimous vote of the membership. Isiden Perenolde, the nephew of the late King Aiden was championed by Genn Greymane. However, after Prestor took the throne he disappeared. And shortly here after Gilneas seceded from the Alliance and built that damnable wall of theirs. Now if I’ve been unable to find this man for so long, it seems logical that he may be in Gilneas. If he’s alive, and you can find him, he may prove a useful ally if he’s still alive. If you find Genn, I imagine he’s not far behind. Isiden was not the most outspoken in his claim.

Vel: I’ll keep an eye out.

Reh: It’s all that any of us can do.

Vel: For now.

Reh: For now. Gardening is an exercise in patience. Good hunting in the meantime.

Vel: To you as well. By the way, we never got the opportunity to thank you for that cleanup before we disappeared. That was appreciated.

Vel is referring to the warlocks. Rehlana nods.

Reh: I should be thanking you. As a proud member of the Alterac Florist Society I am always looking for ways to beautify our blending and growing community.

Rehlana winks.

Vel: Of course. And Wrathion, if there is anything of note in that book, the way the spell works is to just flip to that page to have it memorized.

Wra: There are a number of names in here I would like to do that with. You have my gratitude, Velameestra. And I must say it is an honor to finally meet you in a more proper circumstance.

Wrathion holds out a hand to take hers, and kisses the back of her hand.

Vel: Besides, I needed to see who my brother was fraternizing with.

Rehlana suppresses a cackle.

Reh: He does love his fraternizing, doesn’t he?

Vel: He does… he did anyway.

Reh: In spite of everything, of the difficulties between his organization and mine, I do hope everythings alright. I automatically assumed the rumors of his involvement in your demise were sheer and utter poppycock.

Vel: Quite. I doubt he could bring himself to kill me truthfully.

Reh: If we’re being honest Velameestra. I’m not sure he could if he tried. But that is my own professional assessment.

Vel: But I will get out of your head for the time being.

Reh: Until next time.

Vel: Until next time.

They fade out.

August 28th

Seria opts to go and check in on the half-troll she had seen in the hut on the outskirts of town. Outside the cottage, she sees a small garden with actual plant life that seems to be growing despite the fact very few other things seem to be able to grow.

Seria knocks on the door.

Voice: Comin’!

A few moments later, the door opens and Seria sees the half-troll. She’s taller than her elf form, but not as tall as Seria’s true form.

Half-troll: Ello darlin’. Aren’t you a pretty one. You’re new around ‘ere, aren’t ya?

Seria nods.

Half: Well it’s wonderful to meet ya! The name’s Elfyra Woods, at your service. I assume you need some sort of medicine? What can I get for ya? Somethin’ for a stomach ache, a headache? Birth control maybe?

Seria’s face goes red.

Half: Aye, birth control makes sense! You’re a pretty one, can’t say I’d be surprised if all the village boys flock around your doorstep.

Ser: N-no…

Half: Well, if it’s somethin’ else… come on inside, darlin’, perhaps we can talk a bit more.

Inside the cottage is a nice little home. There are things in jars, some books that seem to be introductions to potions and alchemy, a romance novel or two, and a copy of the “Wizard of Oz”. There is an extremely fat cat in front of the bookshelf which is snoring louder than the average cat, it’s face on one of the books.

Elf: Don’t mind the Wizard, darlin’! Just make yourself comfortable.

The cat looks up at Seria blearily as he wakes, his eyes slightly cross-eyed.

Elf: Would you like some tea or somethin’, darlin’?

Seria nods, and Elfyra hums as she starts to prepare the kettle.

Elf: What brings you into town? Can’t say Diamondhead has been much of a tourist attraction since the Guardian disappeared, but somethin’ seems to be goin’ on up there. Some are sayin’ he’s bet. Barnes was even recruitin’. Maybe I’ll get back into it… did ya just move here, or are you passin’ through for some reason?

Ser: Just passin’ through.

Elf: Not many people pass through with no reason, but I won’t pry!

She comes back with a kettle of tea and some cups. She gives Seria a smile.

Elf: If it’s not birth’s bane or somethin’, what can I help you with? I’m a bit of a novice, but I might have somethin’ to help ya.

Seria plays with her cup for a moment.

Ser: Well, I saw you a day or two ago… I just wanted to talk.

Elfyra smiles and starts to blush. Seria then drops her elf form to reveal her true appearance.

Elf: Oh. Oh… I thought you were a fan from my show business days. This was not what I was expectin’, darlin’. I don’t think I quite know what to say!

She laughs nervously.

Elf: It’s not often you see trolls around here. For obvious reasons. Might not be a part of Stormwind proper, but, well… lot of wars. Though I’m sure you know more about that than I do.

Seria nods.

Elf: You’re not here to… to take me away or somethin’, are ya darlin’?

Ser: No.

Elfyra visibly relaxes.

Elf: I started to get worried someone found out and wanted to drag me back to some life I didn’t know! So… what can I help you with? I have to admit, darlin’, I don’t know much about how troll things work…

She scratches the back of her head.

Elf: You’re pretty impressive being able to hide yourself like that. I’ve never seen anything like that outside the theater.

Ser: It took a long time. I’m still gettin’ used to it.

Elf: Bet you’re probably wonderin’ how someone like me ended up somewhere like here?

Seria nods.

Ser: Can’t say I’ve seen many half-trolls like myself.

Elf: Wait, you’re a half-troll?

Seria nods again.

Elf: Oh. Judging from the size of your ears–not that they look bad, you’re cute as a button! I just assumed you were a full-blooded troll. I’ve never actually seen one before, believe it or not, so ya could have fooled me! You must have an elf parent then? My ma was a human. She died when I was pretty young. After I was old enough to work on my own and do stuff like that. She was a veteran of the Gurubashi wars a long time ago. Prisoner of war. After she died, I guess I… tried to make what livin’ someone like me could make in a place that’s not really a huge fan of half of me. I found my way here. I found a casting call for some of the shows Barnes used to put on at the tower. I consider myself to be a bit of a singer. A hobby, but I tried to go serious. I followed the invitation and ended up here. After the theater closed down… I used to play a witch during the productions of the Wizard of Oz, you see. The Wicked Witch of the West! I got interested and picked up some books on alchemy. It turned out to be fun, and I stuck with it, so now I’m here! Still learnin’ a lot, but it’s been good fun I think. I still enjoy singing, but there’s something about being able to grow something that helps other people that’s… fulfilling. I’m kind of oversharing now, aren’t I? I’m sorry. I don’t get visitors for social visits often.

Seria looks quite nervous, and Elfyra smiles.

Elf: You don’t have to be that nervous! I promise I don’t bite, darlin’. If anyone should be nervous, it should be me.

Seria looks out the window at the garden.

Ser: Ya really did that all by yourself? Without magic?

Elf: Well… I’ve picked up a couple tricks. Nothin’ crazy, but the soil isn’t in great condition. The soil we import only has a shelf life of a few years at most if we try to use it as fertilizer. But I learned a few tricks to give it a little push, you might say. I honestly don’t know much about how it works… it’s kind of like asking nicely? That must sound ridiculous, talking to plants, but it… sort of makes sense. When you learn about the different sorts of plants, it’s almost like getting to know a person. I’m… this probably isn’t makin’ any sense, darlin’.

Ser: No. It makes perfect sense.

Seria pulls some seeds out of her pouch and uses druidcraft to make the seeds sprout.

Elf: Yeah… yeah kind of like that.

Elfyra looks at a nearby plant and brushes her hand across it. It also blooms.

Elf: I’ve… never met someone who could do somethin’ like that before.

Ser: I can talk to them too.

Elf: Wait, like, talk to them? Like really? They talk back? I didn’t know that was actually a thing, darlin’... what do they sound like? What do they talk about? What’s it like bein’ a plant? Do they have names?

She shakes her head.

Elf: No no… that’s amazin’! I didn’t know that was a thing you could do, darlin’! You must really be somethin’ else.

Seria points at the cat.

Ser: I can talk to that one too.

Elf: Well I don’t imagine the Wizard’s got anythin’ nice to say! But that’s still amazin’. How did you learn how to do all that?

Ser: From my mada and my teacher.

Elf: They must be pretty amazin’. Like you!

Seria: My teacher thought I wa amazin’ too… enough to make me a teacher now… so…

Elf: You’re… you’re that good? That’s impressive! You seemed pretty young still. I never would have guessed. I feel like I can’t even imagine what that would be like.

Ser: I can try to show ya?

Elfyra blinks.

Elf: I… would you really do that? I don’t want to be a bother, darlin’, or take up your time. I’m just a wannabe witch livin’ outside town! Growing’ a few plants… plus, wouldn’t you think it was weird to teach someone older than you? You’re just passin’ through anyways…

Seria shakes her head.

Ser: My mada always said that everyone started somewhere. Didn’t matter how old ya were.

Elfyra looks embarrassed.

Elf: If you’d really want to teach someone like me, darlin’, I’d love to learn a few things from you. I can… I’ll try not to slow you down too much.

Ser: I’m here for two weeks or so anyway.

Elf: Well you’re always welcome here, darlin’! Even if you don’t teach me… you get the idea. So when do you want to start?

She seems to be trying to play off her excitement, but she’s clearly very excited about the prospect of learning more.

Ser: We can start now.

Over the course of the next week or so, Seria spends some time working with Elfyra to teach her some more tricks.

—-

That night, Vel and Uther reach out to Valeera via dream. In short order, Valeera materializes on the farside of the grove. Her hair is draped down her back, not in its normal ponytail. It’s a bit longer than it was the last time they saw her.

She looks around in the dreamscape.

Val: What the… this isn’t normal?

She then saw Vel and Uther.

Val: This is… really not normal.

Vel: It’s a spell.

Val: Wait. Velameestra. Uther… this isn’t just a trick. You’re alive?

Uth: We are.

Val: I heard you died in that cave in. That Gil was responsible.

Uth: You didn’t really believe that, did you? Well, perhaps that we were dead, but…

Val: I didn’t want to believe it, at the very least. I didn’t think he would do that… I didn’t know him as well as you. But, well, I’m glad you’re alive. What happened?

Uth: A lot. The short version is we’ve been on the other side of the world.

Val: That’s the short version?

Uth: Long version would take much longer.

Val: Fair enough. Welcome back. I wish there was better news for you to return to, but I’m sure you already know how complicated things are.

Uth: We’ve heard.

Vel: Our information has been rather sparse concerning Stormwind and the like. Are you still located in the Elwynn Forest area?

Valeera nodded.

Val: I’ve been trying to lay low. Being an elf down here means there’s a certain amount of discretion needed. I’m not the only one, but there’s not many. I’ve been trying to lay low. I lost contact with LORD several months ago. I haven’t gotten any updates since then, so I’ve just been keeping an eye on Stormwind. There’s been a lot to keep an eye on, that much is for sure. I presume you heard the basics.

Vel: Yes, about Varian and that entire debacle.

Val: I heard about everything that happened. I unfortunately don’t know all the details either, but I saw the commotion in the stockades. I did what I could to poke around and learn about the Defias Brotherhood. It’s… there’s a lot going on here, but I don’t know the best place to look. I’ve been waiting for further orders. I tried to send word up north, but none of my missives have been returned. I don’t know if they’ve been intercepted or if Miss Voss has been too busy with whatever else is going on up in Lordaeron. I’ve done some groundwork, trying to learn what I can on both sides of this brewing conflict. I have a feeling I’ll be reaching the end of my rope soon… unless I try to get closer to one side or the other. I know you aren’t technically in charge of any of this, Uther, but what should I do? If you want I can try to get closer to SI:7 and learn what they’re doing, or I can leave the city and try to pick up the trail of the Defias Brotherhood. I know SI:7 is involved. I know they know a lot more than I do. I know advisor Prestor has been busy. She’s been making a lot of waves. Ever since Anduin took over, she’s even more involved.

Uth: Unsurprising.

Val: Especially seeing she’s slated to become queen. I can take a closer look to see what that’s about, or I can look more into the Defias Brotherhood. There have been a lot of rumors… they’ve been even recruiting gnolls, which is definitely a first. In lue of that, what do you think would be more useful?

Uth: When the time comes I have reason to believe Mathias Shaw will be willing to come forward with aid and information. I have less knowledge of the Defias. If you can, make contact with them.

Val: Very well. It may take me a bit, but I should be able to find them discreetly. I guess I better find a crimson bandana, shouldn’t I?

Vel: We can touch base with you periodically. We’re active on the Eastern Kingdoms again so there shouldn’t be an extended expanse of absence again.

Valeera nodded.

Val: Sounds good. I’ll make sure to have something worth reporting. Make sure you don’t disappear again? It’s hard enough being alone.

Uther: We’ll do our best. And Valeera, it’s good to see you again.

Val: And you as well. Both of you.

Vel: How are you doing? I touched base with Meryl. He said he was in contact with you, but it’s been a few months.

Val: Yeah, he stopped by a couple times after you disappeared. He wanted to make sure everything was alright with… you know.

Vel: Yeah.

Val: It’s not easy. But I’m starting to get used to it. Thankfully, I found a few resources to tap into to ensure I don’t run out of the reagents that I need. And in doing so, I’ve been able to… well. I’ve learned a few tricks. I can’t say it’s not useful. But I’ve been careful about it.

Vel: You know your own limitations.

Val: I’m learning them, that’s for sure. This monster inside me is… well, he’s not going anywhere. Yet. Meryl is looking into some things. But I can handle it. Don’t worry about me.

Vel nodded.

Vel: Though… just so we know what we are walking into. What’s the populace’s opinion on the Defias Brotherhood right now?

Val: It’s… mixed. A lot of the lower classes are standing with them. VanCleef is a big figure there, as the leader of the stone masons. With the proclamations he’s been making, it’s grown a lot of support. “Stone by stone, we’ll take Stormwind back,” they’re saying. Honestly it’s pretty inspiring. I’m not surprised it’s catching on. Plenty of others just see them as rabble rousers and terrorists, especially with the involvement of the former king. I don’t know what to think of that situation, in truth. The evidence seemed pretty foolproof, but it just seems so unlikely.

Vel: What evidence did they bring forward?

Val: Torn clothing. Weapons. Magical confirmation. You name it, they have it. Varian refused to subject himself to a zone of truth, and that didn’t help his case.

Vel: But the Defias clearly think that he was not involved?

Valeera nodded.

Val: That seems to be the case. Edwin VanCleef is organizing it, but Varian seems to be pretty involved as well. The two of them together make a pretty convincing duo.

Vel: I imagine some of the evidence could have been faked. It’s amazing what magic can do in the right hands… but that is something to look into when we are actually in the Stormwind area.

Val: The academy here reviewed everything for tampering, but there’s no telling what that might mean.

Vel: The… academy that Katrana Prestor is the leader of?

Val: That’s right. I get the sense you are not fond of her.

Vel: There were some things we uncovered, but we are trying to get more information on them before acting rashly.

Val: Well, the Brotherhood isn’t fond of her either.

Vel: Be wary of Katrana and be wary of Anduin as well, for the time being. We don’t know if he’s compromised or not.

Val: I haven’t approached either of them. With luck, they won’t even know I’m here.

Vel: Excellent. And for the time being, we also need to stay dead.

Val: You’re doing a pretty good job of that. So your secret is safe with me. In the meantime, thank you for trusting me. I promise I won’t let you down. I know that… it means a lot. I guess that’s what I’m trying to say.

Uther: I tend to be generous with my trust, but you’ve done much more toward earning it than most.

Valeera’s brow raised.

Val: Not bad seeing our first meeting was me trying to kidnap you.

Uther: It's been a long, strange trip.

Val: I’m sure it’ll get much stranger.

The trio solidified a few last minute things and then Vel allowed the dream to fade. Valeera gave them a salute and a smile.

---

Vel then summoned more of her magic and attempted to take Uther and herself to the dream of Testament Greymane as well.

This time they hear a peel of thunder and see churning green clouds, a clear sign Tess is in or near the disturbance. Vel sighs. It gets more and more severe, but they feel the connection. And as they look for her across the way, they see Tess. Her back is facing away from them and she’s in Worgen form.

Vel: Tess can you hear us?

Tess’s ear flickers and she turns to them.

Vel: Tess?

Tess: You shouldn’t be here.

The thunder rumbles.

Vel: We wanted to touch base, we’re going to Gilneas.

Tess: Don’t! Stay far away from here.

Vel: What’s going on?

Tess: There’s nothing here. Nothing here that can help you.

Vel: We’re coming to help you.

Tess: Forget about me.

Uth: That seems unlikely.

Tess: Nothing I- I can’t help you anymore, I never could!

Uth: You did. Tess, what’s going on, we can help?

Tess’s ears flatten. There is sorrow and pain in her face. She sinks to her knees.

Tess: I could never help anyone. All I’ve ever done is make things worse.

She sinks her head into her claws.

Vel: There’s someone with us we want you to meet. He knows the curse, Tess. He-

Tess: It doesn’t matter. It can’t change anything! It can’t change the past! Forget about me, both of you!

Vel: But it may pave a way for the future.

Tess: There’s no future for me. I don’t deserve a future. I’m a monster. I’m not what you think I am. Just. Just leave me to die. Make everything right, and just let me die.

The storm is getting worse. Lighting is starting to strike and there is not much time before they’re ejected from the dream.

Uth: Don’t give up, Tess. We’re coming.

Vel: Keep fighting.

They see her unbury her claws from her face, there is abject misery. But as she looks at them for a moment searching, there is a glimmer of hope. Wondering why are they both trying so hard with what she is They are then forced from the dream.

August 29th

Vel goes to ask Meryl of the Meitre scrolls he has. He gave her permission to look over them, because they need all the help they can get. He takes her up to the Hall of the Guardian, and she sees the relatively unkempt area she had seen before.

Mer: Feel free to copy the circle down if you need. I’ve got it back up and running again so you should be able to access this place. Just be careful with the scrolls. They’re not for the faint of heart. Though I know you’re on the more studious halves of the Windrunners, I’d rather you not get a nosebleed from reading something out of your league. I’ll have you know I once tried to read them and I was killed for it. I got better obviously. But I haven’t tried again since. They’re well out of my league.

Vel: I’ve been taking ample precautions.

Mer: I’m sure that you are. Just warnings all the same. Young ones have a tendency to rush headlong into danger. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Mostly because it would be my responsibility, and I don’t want to deal with that.

Vel: I will ensure this burden would not be placed on your shoulders.

Vel memorizes the teleportation circle. She hears a voice.

Women’s Voice: Oh. Hello Meryl.

She looks over and sees an elf woman with silver hair tied into pigtails. She has spectacles and wears regular Dalaran fashion.

Woman: Welcome home.

The woman cocks her head to the side.

Woman: I don’t think I know you.

Vel: My name is Velameestra.

Woman: That’s a very pretty name. You can call me Ari.

Vel stops at the name Ari.

Vel: Ari? Like Ariella Silverwood by chance?

Ari: IMy name is just Ari. I don’t know who that is.

Meryl looks to Vel with a knowing look.

Mer: Before Khadgar left on his expedition, he wanted to make sure there was someone who could look out for her. So he sent her to live here. She’s been helping to tidy up the place. And I appreciate the company. It gets a bit boring here when it’s just me and Alodi.

Vel: Alodi?

Mer: Yes. His spirit lives on within the Forge of the Guardian.

Vel: Got it.

Mer: Oh, did you not know that?

Vel: No I was not informed of that fact.

Mer: I figured your brother may have told you, but I suppose it slipped his mind.

Vel: Well, now I know. But it’s a pleasure to meet you, Ari.

Ari: It’s nice to meet you too. I like to organize things. What do you like to do?

Vel: Also organize things.

Ari: That’s nice. Make sure that you listen to the books. They have so many tales to tell. That’s the best part of organization.

Vel: I always do.

Ari: You’re very nice.

Vel: So are you.

Ari: Thank you. I just try to be kind.

Vel smiles faintly. Vel takes out her mother’s spellbook.

Vel: Do you know this book, by curiosity?

Ari: Yes I do, it’s been missing from the Dalaran library for some time. I believe they’re looking for that one. It probably misses all of it’s family back at the archives. I can bring it back if you like?

Vel: I’m a member of the Kirin Tor, so I can bring it back later.

Ari: Okay, so long as you make sure it’s reunited with its family.

Vel: Sure.

Mer: Right, I can show you where the Meitre scrolls are kept for your future reference. Keep up the good work, Ari.

Ari: Goodbye!

Vel: Goodbye.

Meryl gives her a sad smile, and him and Vel go off on their way.

Mer: You know the name.

Vel: Yes. Happenstance. This is my mother’s spellbook. Her name was Nirenn Silverwood.

Mer: I’ve not heard that name before, but I can’t help but notice the similarities there. If there’s anything I can help with that, just let me know. There are records here of her accomplishments, and those of the rest of the defunct order. It’s probably safe to say you can look at whatever you want.

Vel: I appreciate that, Meryl.

Eventually he leads her to one of the chambers. She sees the Meitre scrolls.

Mer: They’re right here. Just be careful if you’re going take a look at them. If you do take them from this place just be sure to bring them back.

Vel: of course. I don’t know if I have the time to study them in full right now, though.

As Vel takes a look at them, she notices that there’s something familiar about them. She takes a closer look. The content seems to be identical to Kilnar’s Meitre scrolls. It’s a real copy, but it’s the same half as Kilnars, and it shouldn’t be.

Vel: This is actually the same version that Kilnar has.

Mer: That shouldn’t be possible. The copies that are known of this are within safe keepings here. The one that Magistrix Goldensword has should be a different one.

Vel: Well this passage here is the exact same…

Vel flips through the scrolls.

Mer: That… that doesn’t seem right. Can I take a closer look at this other copy?

Vel: Yes, it’s currently at Karazhan.

Mer: Well I suppose I’m going back afterall.

They go back to Karazhan bringing this copy with them. He looks to both copies.

Mer: This doesn’t seem like it should be possible. Are you sure that this was the copy that was there?

Vel: I took it from her demiplane personally. Unless there was a false one, but there’s no reason why she would…

Wyn: She didn’t.

Wynn is behind them standing in the entrance. Meryl instinctively stands in front of the scrolls.

Mer: Aegwynn.

Wyn: Just Wynn. I told you that already.

Mer: Right. Old habits die hard, Wynn.

Wyn: I didn’t realize this would come up. But the reason that the copies are the same are because I… she… replaced the one within the safe keeping of the Convocation of Silvermoon. She had in her possession one of the other copies of Dalaran’s portion. And saw fit to swap it out.

Vel: So there’s no way to read the full thing right now.

Wyn: There is. She kept it within the crypts of Karazhan. I can show you get there. I was going to show this place to you one way or another. But I suppose now is better than never. It’s not a place that to be seen publicly. If you would follow me.

The two of them follow her.

Wyn: When I… When Aegwynn created this tower, she connected to an intersection of ley lines. But not just the tower. The tower is interdimensional. It extends just as much upwards as it does outwards. It exists simultaneously on every plane of existence in addition to the prime material. She used this in a lot of ways, as have Medivh, to explore the multiverse in a multitude of ways. However she saw fit to create a treasury of sorts.

Wynn leads them outside of Karazhan and leads them behind it to a graveyard and a crypt within it.

Wyn: Here she collected the trophies of her victims. Extracted the information that she needed. Committed the atrocities that she would commit. She kept the secondary copy of the scrolls here as well.

Wynn enters the mausoleum, and puts her hand on the far stone wall. She whispers a word of power in what Vel recognizes as Eredun but doesn’t understand. A glyph of fel runes appears and the stone of the wall dissipates, revealing a long and winding passage.

Vel: I take it Medivh doesn’t know this is here.

Wyn: That’s right. I will tell him later. He deserves to know. Wynn leads them down a stone causeway that travels downward in an unnatural cave formation. Vel hears the rattling of chains, and the rotten aid thick with the pungent decay of death not open to the air in some time. As they go down, they see chains dangling from the stonework. One of the chains seems to have something attached to it, what’s left of a body suspended upside down. It’s long since decayed. But it’s not alone. There are some bones, some dust more then anything else, line this chamber as they make their way down. There’s an underground river, and with it there’s a dungeon. The water is clear, but there are chains and bones within it. Wynn’s face looks pale. But she does not move her face away from any of the bodies as she moves past them. Tattered robes are barely visible on some of them, but much of them have rotted away.

Vel: These are…

Wyn: Townsfolk. Tirs Guard. Members of the Council of Tirisfal. Passerbys. Merchants. Dead one and all. The skeletons in her closet quite literally. In my closet.

Meryl looks about, completely aghast.

Wyn: The vault is ahead. The sooner we get in, the sooner we can extradite ourselves.

There are other passageways that go down that are likely more of these dungeons full of unspeakable things. This one section appears to be connecting to the sewer systems of Karazhan itself. Though getting here would not be easy. Wynn gets up to the gateway to break the magical locks, and the gate swings open a bit. Her brow furrows. She moves quickly into the chamber.

Wyn: No. This is not right. This can’t be right.

Vel follows her. She sees a large chamber, once an aqueduct of some kind. There are jailcells, but instead of having the remains of people, there are weapon stands, armor stands, trophy racks and other things. But they are all empty.

Wyn: Where is everything? Where did it go? This is not…

Mer: What seems to be the problem, Wynn?

Wyn: It’s empty. Everything is gone. The Meitre scrolls as well.

Vel: No one knew about this place?

Wyn: No one but the Dark Riders.

Vel remembers about the Dark Riders, Theocratus had told her about them.

Vel: The entities that…

Wyn: More of Aegwynn’s victims. Fools she turned into instruments of her own, with the purpose of collecting artifacts and powerful relics for the purpose of bringing them here for her own use. And now they’re all gone. Their presence had not been on this place for some time. This is not good. This must mean that without her direction they must have taken them elsewhere. Or perhaps they’re wielding them. Let’s see what we can do to try and recapture as many of them as we can. These items are not safe in the hands of imbeciles and megalomaniacs like the beasts she created when she stripped them of their free will.

Wynn is now pacing and muttering. She is beside herself.

Vel: Were there any other hideouts or locations they were directed towards. Contingency retreats, or anything of the sort?

Wyn: No permanent ones. Nothing beside old campsites. I will check them, and ensure there is no sign of them. I will fix this. Enough damage has been caused by her for one lifetime. I will get Medivh’s help.

Vel looks around the room, looking for any disturbance. There isn’t any evidence of a recent break in. This place has been abandoned for some time. It doesn’t look like it was exceptionally rushed.

Wyn: It seems like they have some place that they’re taking them. If it wasn’t rushed, it looks like it was methodical.

Mer: So there will be evidence somewhere. I will help you. This could destabilize the entire region if such powerful relics were unleashed into the area.

Wyn: You have no idea. But your help would be appreciated Winterstorm. I will explain things to Medivh. We’ll see about looking.

Vel: The dark riders. What are they specifically? Are they varieties of undead?

Wyn: No. They are beings that have been corrupted by exceptional doses of fel magic. They are still human, albeit husks of what they once were, but the fel magic that was used to transform them into what they are now is significant. There is no reasoning with them. And whatever echoes of their mortal lives still remain is little more then a tortured existance.

Vel: They have no way to leave this plane, do they?

Wyn: Not that I know of. Unless they’ve figured something out. They’re bound to this place, to the will of Aegwynn. But bereft of that perhaps something else has happened. Some further direction. Or perhaps their leader has stepped up to the plate to broaden their horizons. Believing that Aegwynn was no longer here he saw fit to protect it, or protect the artifacts themselves. I don’t know. But the nightmare beasts that they ride are similar to dreadsteeds. Corrupted horses of sorts.

Vel: Are they known for leaving the region? I know Theocritus mentioned they were seen in the woods south of Elywnn Forest.

Wyn: I believe they’ve ranged in many places across the Eastern Kingdoms, but they tend to stick in the southernmost direction. They have also been sighted in multiple locations recently from what the townsfolk have said. Though they’ve not been seen in some time.

Vel: We can keep an eye out.

Wyn: Just use caution. Even these husks of men are dangerous with these artifacts. I can get a list of items that they had, but not all of them are known to me. Unfortunately the innermost workings of Aegwynn’s machinations while under Sargera’s control are not completely known to me. But I can tell you of the ones I do know of.

Vel: If we hear mention of anything we may be able to triangulate their location.

Wyn: Good. Well I’m going on a little vacation. It’ll be good to see the place!

Wynn says, facetiously. She tells them of some of the artifacts. Most notably is a dreadlord designed blade by the name of Apocalypse. Another, a scythe by the name of Deadwind Harvester. It was wielded by the demon responsible for severing the Deadwind pass from magic, and responsible for it looking like it is the way it is now.

Vel plans to tell Kilnar about the Meitre scrolls later. Once she’s done with the Meitre scrolls, she plans to see the massive amounts of dead here.

---

That night, Vel utilized the dream spell to reach out to her cousin, Arator. As the dreamscape unfurled, it was revealed to be a beautiful moonlit grove with a worn natural path that went through it. There were large fir trees on all sides that framed the path. The temperature was warm and comfortable, and it was a nearly perfectly picturesque replica of the Tirisfal Glades at the end of summer.

On the far side of the grove was a wide tree that had a hollow beneath it, and its roots spread over the rocks that surrounded it. It was Vel’s grave tree. There was a soft chorus of crickets in the backdrop, and everything was calm and still aside from the glimmering, shifting white forms that dotted the bark of the trees like a dusting of snow. However, upon closer inspection, they were actually small white moths.

Vel had hidden herself away in the dreamscape to ensure Arator could not see her.

There was an eternal moment as she waited, but then she felt his dream consciousness connect to her own. Vel could see Arator appear in the dream, and he was alert with a furrowed brow as he looked around the dreamscape. She could read his lips as he spoke quietly to himself.

Ara: What is this place?

Some of the moths took off into the night sky in a flurry of small, silent wingbeats. Arator turned at the motion and reached for a blade, but he didn’t draw it. He called out with a stern, but not harsh voice.

Ara: Hello? Is anyone there?

More moths take off, and there is a small chirp from the hollow in the center of the grave tree.

Ara: If this is some sort of trick, I will not be deceived by darkness.

There was another chirp, and the head of a pure white hawkstrider hesitantly peered out from the hollow of the tree.

Ara: What?

The hawkstrider chirped again, and it peered at Arator with bright blue eyes. Arator made his way over to the hawkstrider.

Ara: Are you the one who brought me here?

The hawkstrider, controlled by Vel’s magic, crooned and lightly butted its head into his chest. Arator smiled softly and raised a hand to scratch the large bird’s head.

Ara: I… don’t understand what’s happening. But thank you. This peace… this is a place everyone should see. I don’t know if you’re some trick of my mind, or a spirit of the Light. But thank you.

The hawkstrider fluffed up its feathers as if in affirmation, and pressed its head further into his hand.

Ara: I don’t suppose there’s a chance you plan on telling me what you are?

The hawkstrider simply chirped.

Ara: No… I didn’t think you would. I suppose, at the very least, I can appreciate the company. It’s… a lonely time. There are so many out there who are suffering. But at least you aren’t? That much I will take solace in, my strange friend.

The hawkstrider nuzzled him under the chin, and Arator laughed softly.

Ara: I cannot shake the feeling that we’ve met before. But I suppose that makes sense if you may very well be a figment of my imagination.

Arator continued to talk with the hawkstrider. Eventually he decided to settle down on the ground against the tree, and the hawkstrider kneeled down next to him and fluffed its feathers up, enveloping his side in a mass of down.

Vel maintained her vigil the entire night, though the dream gradually faded from night to sunrise to match the approaching dawn. Arator sat in an almost meditative way, and eventually his hand, which he had been using to absently scratch the hawkstrider, settled into a neutral position in his lap. Vel now had a good view of him.

He looked tired. Perhaps less now than he had first entered the dreamscape, but the weariness wore heavy on his shoulders and in his face. His hair was longer, and while it appeared maintained, there was an element to it that implied a certain unkemptness, as if it had not been cut in a while. His lips moved silently, and Vel was able to pick up that he was saying a prayer that he repeated over and over again.

Light shine thy mercy upon me. Illuminate my transgressions that I might face them with eyes unclouded. Cleanse the sin from my soul and renew within me a spirit unburdened by darkness, That I might carry out thy will eternal. May my doubt be fled and my heart at ease In the Light of Creation.

He repeated the prayer over and over again until the dream ended. Vel recognized pieces of the prayer as being one of contrition in the faith of the Holy Light that was used in meditation for the forgiveness of sins and a beseeching of clarity, but it was different from what prayers she could vaguely remember. There seemed to be aspects of it that were unique.

As the sky was filled with a gentle, pink warmth with the sunrise, the hawkstrider nudged Arator’s side, and he opened his eyes and looked at the sky.

Ara: I suppose this means the morning has arrived, doesn’t it?

The hawkstrider chirped in affirmation, and Arator stood.

Ara: Thank you for your company, my friend, I think my cousin would have liked you. But he’s not here right now. Perhaps someday I can introduce you. If such a happy day ever comes.

The hawkstrider cocked its head and once again nuzzled under Arator’s chin, and he hugged it in return and once more smoothed the feathers on its head.

Ara: Stay strong.

Vel could sense his consciousness fade as he awoke from the dream and left Vel, still hidden within the dream, the hawkstrider, and a thousand moths. Vel also roused herself from the dream and wiped away the streaks of bloody tears that had dripped down her cheek.

August 30th

The following day, Vel reached out to Enrian via dream using her typical dreamscape. However, it was still a completely different one from the last one she used when she dreamed the elven man. Enrian Silverfall materialized within it and looked around.

Enrian: This… is strangely familiar. It reminds me almost of-

Then his eyes fell on Vel, who was sitting on a snow-covered tree-trunk.

Enrian: Velameestra?!

Vel: Enrian.

Enrian started to laugh.

En: You are alive, aren’t you?

Vel: In a manner of speaking.

En: I had a feeling! Whatever circumstances had claimed your life would undoubtedly be drastically overestimated, especially after everything I’ve seen you accomplish. After all, it wouldn’t do if my rival had died before I could prove myself her better!

Vel: Your rival?

Enri: Why yes, Velameestra, have you not realized this?

Vel: My apologies, I had not realized we were in a competition.

En: Why of course! Impressive magic you have. While I have not yet committed this particular spell to my memory, this is the dream spell, is it not?

Vel: Correct.

En: Impressive. I’m glad to see that you’ve mastered it. I have mastered similar strength magic.

Vel: You don’t say?

En: That’s right.

Vel: Such as?

En: Such as? Like I would tell you my own secrets, Velameestra. You’ll just simply have to wait and see.

Vel: I look forward to the day. Where are you, by the way?

En: In Dalaran at the moment. Happened to be here when they…

He cleared his throat.

En: Made their decision to move the city. Which I didn’t realize they could do.

Vel: So I’ve heard.

En: You’ll be interested to know that I’ve joined the Sunreavers. Fully, and officially. I’ve grown in their ranks quite quickly.

Vel: I’m sure Aethas is happy to have someone like yourself.

En: Precisely! Especially given the difficult situation our people are in.

Vel: I heard the rumors.

En: Troubling rumors. Not certain about the veracity of all of them, but you should know that some of them spell dark things. Dark things indeed. If the rumors are to be believed, there are members of our people who have embraced a new kind of hunger. I’m sure you’re familiar with the tale of the vampyr?

Vel: Yes. Intimately.

En: Well, I know this may seem far-fetched, but there are many that say that there may be some vampyrs living amongst our own people! What brought them about, I couldn’t say. Such a bold claim. But between you and me, there could be some truth to it. I don’t believe I’ve met one personally, but I have reason to believe that may change rather quickly.

Vel: And what will you do if that is the case?

En: I suppose the first thing would be to determine whether or not they are truly a threat to someone like me. Or to anyone. From that point I suppose I’ll determine what comes next.

Vel: How about continuing our partnership?

En: Why, Velameestra, I understand you could use a man in your life with my particular qualities–

Vel: No, I’m not talking about that.

En: Oh! Well. Then. What do you mean?

Vel: You were endeavoring to pay my back for my part is resurrecting you, yes? That is where our rivalry started?

En: Oh, um, yes, we have enjoyed that particular relationship for a bit. I am… unclear what has changed? Weren’t we already squared away with that… particular arrangement?

Vel: …I wanted to ensure that, seeing you are, in fact, speaking with a vampyr, that you were still okay with our continued partnership.

En: Oh. Oh! Yes, of course, well that makes sense now that you’ve clarified.

He paused.

En: Wait. Vampyr. Like. You? You’re a.... V-v-vampyr? Like, that’s a real… the rumors are true? And you are… one of them.

Vel: Yes. Though admittedly some of the rumors are rather… overblown. As you can see, I’m not a feral monster. I’m sitting on a stump.

En: Quite. Well. Yes, Velameestra. We are quite squared. But why do you not come back yourself? Oh right. Vampire.

Vel: Well that. And we need to stay dead for the time being collectively.

En: Aren’t you already technically dead?

Vel: Yes. But in the public eye.

En: Right. Well this is getting quite complicated.

Vel: But I figured someone as adept as you might be up for that particular challenge.

En: Well, you are right to trust someone with my prodigiousness. And I would be glad to aid you. On one condition.

Vel: And what’s that?

En: Well. If I’m going to be helping you, it would be good for me to know more about the changes in our recent… acquisition. I will exchange with you some of the more impressive talents that are now at my disposal, and you can tell me a bit more about being a vampyr? A fair trade perhaps?

Vel: I can accommodate that.

En: Wonderful! I suppose I will go first.

He tells her that he has fifth level spells now, and he’s working to cracking the code on sixth level spells. He then asks her about being a vampyr. Be is happy to hear that she can see herself in the mirror and eat garlic. The way that he’s phrasing it is that he’s personally happy.

En: Well that’s all incredibly interesting. And I suppose I can strike speaking with a vampyr off of my list. That list can grow now. I suppose at present, keeping this between the two of us would be wise of course.

Vel: Yes, you’re currently one of my sole active confidants in Dalaran.

En: Well you’ve chosen a wise person.

Vel: And I’ve heard my own rumors from Dalaran. Is it true my uncle is now on the council?

En: It is. I don’t know about Dalaranian politics as of yet. But I have been here for some time. Yes it does appear that Rhonin Windrunner is now a member of their leadership. I have not spoken with him yet, but I suppose congratulations are in order for him.

Vel: And what have the Sunreavers been up to now that they are quite thoroughly away from the politics up north?

En: Well some of the Sunreavers have been active. Contingents of them have been sent up to Northrend, and many of them have been aiding the elvish people up north as well as seeking other sources of asylum for our people if things get further complicated.

Vel: Which ideally will not be the case.

En: Right now I have found myself at an important administrative position in the Sunreavers stationed here. So a fair bit of information does pass through me.

Vel: Well that is certainly advantageous.

En: Yes, well. It’s good to finally have my talents recognized. I would be more than happy to pass that information your way.

Vel: I would be most grateful for that. And I’ll be sure to let you have the “I told you so” moment once my continued existence is finally out. I would not want to spoil that for you.

En: And should you need any messages past, I can see to that.

Vel: When it becomes safe for that.

En: Anything else?

Vel: I am likely going to end up scying on my family eventually. But if you hear any news, if Aethas starts to direct the Sunreavers elsewhere or anything of the sort. Keep that that in mind, perhaps.

En: Will do.

Vel: And if any of their informants up north bring back anything of some developments in Lorderon. Considering our people are in a bit of a precipice right now.

En: I do know that one of the major things they are doing is trying to unite families. Making sure that if families were separated during the dilemma in Silvermoon that they are reunited. The manifestos of names have come in no small amount of help for those who can be found and are safe.

Vel: That’s good to hear. Is it alright if I reach out to you via telepathy periodically?

En: Of course… wait… you’ve acquired telepathy… Or an item that allows you to manifest that power?

Vel: No, I can just cast the spell.

Enrian mouths the world “I can just cast Telepathy”.

En: Ah. Of course. That makes perfect sense. Hmph.

He shrinks a little bit.

Vel: I just wanted to get your permission seeing I had the opportunity. It can be a bit jarring.

En: Of course. I understand. I’ve spoken in such ways on many occasion. I’ve grown rather accustomed to the feeling.

Vel: Of course.

En: So of course. Anytime you would need to cast Telepathy. Personally. Feel free to reach out.

Vel: I appreciate it, Enrian.

En: Yes, well I appreciate you being alive.

Vel: In a manner of speaking.

En: Ah right. You look good. I’m not sure if that’s a proper thing to say when a person comes back from the dead, literally and figuratively, but you do.

Vel: Given the options are rampant decay or this, I would say that’s adequate.

En: And. Pardon me for asking. You’re fang obviously are lovely. But… did you change your hair? By chance?

Vel: You’re asking about the ears.

En: Yes. They’re different.

Vel: More bat like?

En: They do look more bat like!

Vel: Yes. It’s annoying. But yes.

En: I believe they suit you, for what it’s worth.

Vel: I’m glad you think big ears suit me. I appreciate that.

En: Not precisely what I meant, but point taken. Right. Well I do believe a woman of your stature deserves more beauty rest. Not that you need it, of course. But I will see myself out. It’s been a privilege speaking to you again. And I look forward to our continued partnership.

Vel: So do I. It was good to see you, Enrian.

Enrian bows as the dream fades.

---

Vel summons the Gothiks, Clarence and Bronjahm, to her dreamscape. They appear into the far side of the grove. Clarence is hunched over a bit, almost shivering. Bronjahm is sleeveless, having thrown his cloak over Clarence.

Cla: Whomever’s responsible for this could certainly have made this a more welcoming atmosphere.

Bron: I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby. It’s not even that cold.

Cla: Speak for yourself.

Vel: My apologies.

Vel waves her hand and it turns into the study.

Cla: Well this is better. Velameestra Windrunner, it’s good to see you again. You’re significantly less dead than we thought you were.

Vel: Yes, it turns out.

Cla: Well congratulations.

Bron: It’s good to see you again. What can we do for you? Aside from being alive, what have you been getting yourself up to?

Vel: Well we’re actually approaching the point where we can bring Kel’thazad back. If that is something you both are willing to help with.

Cla: I wouldn’t mind giving him a piece of my mind in person! After all, he did see fit to die and not tell us. Nor invite us to his funeral.

Vel: For what it’s worth, no one got invited to his funeral.

Cla: Yes, I’m not surprised about that. But at least we could have gone. I would appreciated a heads up. Yes, I believe the two of us could help.

Bron: I could definitely help. Wouldn’t hurt to get my mind off of everything that’s been happening in Stormwind too.

Vel: Yes, I’ve heard bits and pieces of it. A localized civil war?

Cla: Men will always be trying to kill each other for power and control. It’s nothing new. It’s just that I’m a lot older than I was the last time something like this happened. And I’m a bit too old to be dealing with it. It’s a hassle.

Vel: Understood. How’s the academy?

Bron: It’s been pretty busy. The court conjurer’s got us helping out with the war against the Dark Iron folk. We’ve been all over the place. Some of the younger folk have been helping out with some of the forward outposts. You can barely get anything done around here. Honestly it’s enough to make someone consider retirement, if you know what I mean.

Vel: I don’t at this particular point.

Bron: No I suppose you wouldn’t, would you?

Vel: There’s a place that Kel’thuzad had developed while he was still living. It’s somewhere we can work in relative peace without the prying eyes of everyone.

Cla: Not surprised that the old windbag had a couple of hideouts that he hadn’t been sharing. Where is this located?

Vel: Underneath Caer Darrow.

Cla: Caer Darrow? In Lorderon? Isn’t that on the front lines?!

Vel: Yes, I’m going to touch base with them to make sure that is not currently compromised.

Cla: That’s not what I’m worried about. Do you know how old I am, young lady?! I don’t belong on the front lines, nor anywhere near the front lines. I was looking for a vacation home, not some basement!

Bron: Calm down Clarence. I’m sure that this hideout will be perfectly fine. A change of scenery might do us good. And getting away from the business down south.

Cla: Speak for yourself Bronjahm. I’m stealing your coat!

Bron: That was always allowed.

Vel: There was another hiccup. I was hoping to pick your brains for expertise on it. The hex that Kel’thuzad was keeping at bay, we were able to crack it but we wanted to make sure there were not any permanent damage to that soul still contained with it.

Bron: Well, we would be glad to help out if you need us to meet at this place that you got. Just give us the word and we’ll make our way up there. It may take us a bit of time, but I’m sure we’ll make it there by the time we’re needed.

Vel: Also given circumstances I can give you a quicker way to travel.

Bron: That would also work. Just keep us in the loop. Where are you at right now?

Vel: Karazhan.

Bron: Oh. The tower of the guardian? Just casually there. Honestly I shouldn’t be surprised. You are full of surprises Miss Windrunner. I can see why Kel’thuzad took a liking to you.

Cla: I hate surprises. But I will say that is quite intriguing.

Vel: Primarily my reason for reaching out to you was that you weren’t surprised in the future. I wanted to touch base rather than dropping it out of the blue.

Bron: Well, appreciated!

Cla: Wait. If you’re at Karazhan, why don’t we just go there instead? Can’t you just get us permission from the Guardian?

Vel: I can try and see if Medivh is willing to give clearance.

Bron: Hah! Clearance for Clarence.

Clarence rolls his eyes and pushes up his glasses, but there’s a small smile. He appreciates the pun.

Cla: Yes, never heard that one before.

Vel: I can check to see if he’s willing in the future. And if not, Scholomance is a viable backup. That at least, people don’t go to Scholomance unless they know about Scholomance.

Bron: Scholomance? Sounds like a school for necromancy.

Vel: It is.

Bron: Huh. Seems mighty interesting. Even if we do end up going to Karazhan, I wouldn’t mind taking a look one day. I mean if we’d be allowed to go.

Cla: You mean to tell me Kel’thazad also created a school without informing us?? Does he not realize I have been an educator for a very long time? Imagine the ideas I could contribute to such an organization!

Bronjahm puts a hand on his shoulder.

Bron: I think that’s exactly why he didn’t tell you.

Vel: He also figured you had too much on your plate. He didn’t want to overburden you further.

Cla: Well! I suppose he would be right in that regard…

Bronjahm laughs.

Bron: You just let us know about Karazhan, and failing that let us know about Scholomance. In any sense I’m excited to work with you hands-on. I have a feeling we’ll really be able to do something special when we get the band back together.

Vel: Indeed. Kel’thuzad did nothing but sing your praises.

Bron: He’s a good man, that Kel’thuzad.

Vel: He is. Now I’ll let you get back to your sleep.

Bron: Yeah, Clarence is pretty particular about his rest.

Cla: Yes. For good reason. My complexion.

Bron: Alright, let’s get her get back to her own rest.

Bronjahm thanks her again before fading out of the dreamspace.

Vel later asks Medivh, and he approves them coming to Karazhan.

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