[Alliance] Chapter Four: Session Forty-Nine

Appearing Characters: Aean Swiftriver, Amara Nightwalker, Aramar Thorne, Delas Moonfang, Divinius, Elissa Cross, Hannah Bladeleaf, Kor'vas Bloodthorn, Makasa Flintwill, Maraad, Medivh, Morgl, Muln Earthfury, Nobundo, O'ros, Phaedra, Qiana Moonshadow, Rai, Remnii, Riff, Samaara, Seria, Thora Feathermoon, Tol'vas Moonshadow, Uther Menethil, Velameestra Windrunner, Velen, Wynn, Yaeliura Nightwalker, Ylyssia Moonshadow, Zen'tabra, Zuni

August 9th - August 15th

Uther and Vel had found Remnii as she was taking a break from working on her sending stones to eat a brief meal that had been brought to her by Maraad. They ask if she has a moment.

Velameestra Windrunner says: We were just hoping to inquire about the thing you mentioned when you first arrived.
Remnii says: Of course. You are welcome to take a seat, or we could walk.

Vel and Uther sit at the table.

Velameestra Windrunner says: On the matter of the prophecy.
Remnii says: Prophecies are wide and amalgamous. What can I try to help you with?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Namely... that there was more to it than you said at first.
Remnii says: I… prophecies are oftentimes vague. I am… how should I best put there? What was seen can change. And what was seen was vast. The ending to a series of outcomes, the ending of what would likely be hard won work. Fights. There was little else in that way. But before I continue I would like to preface this conversation. There is not a bone in my body that believes a prophecy will come out of nowhere. Or will somehow manifest itself because it was foretold. Divination magics are more fickle than that. But what can be done, a what I hope to do, is to build that outcome brick by brick. Hard won and painful I imagine. I am no fool in thinking it will happen by one person’s volition or another. This would be an effort of many people.
Uther Menethil says: I suppose to cut to the chase, what happens if it doesn’t come to pass?
Remnii says: May I ask what brought this on?
Velameestra Windrunner says: I have... concerns. Namely in how the approach seems to be progressing. It... seems like it's fabricating a platform where you either conform, or you're the one that's responsible for ending the world.

Vel glances at Uther.

Remnii says: That has never come of anyone’s mouth here. Nor the Prophet himself. The platform that I would wish to stand upon far from now is, as I said, one of likely hard-won victories. And understanding that the world will be at stake. But, at the moment what we are building is not an army. What we are building, here at least, is what I hope to be trust. What I hope to be the start of something greater. There will be those who say no. Something this big, even the idea of it, is not without its troubles. And to undermine those would be folly.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Which is why I suggested we talk to you to get the whole context of this.

Vel glances at Uther again. Maraad looks to Vel.

Maraad says: You will forgive the presumption, Velameestra. But, does this pertain to the fate of your people at the hands of the orcs?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Yes, it does.
Maraad says: I know your pain. As do many here and beyond. The orcs were responsible for a great deal of death and pain. Indeed, all of Draenor was subjected and crushed under their rule. I am hesitant to believe that such a people would stand against the forces of darkness. Perhaps it is the skeptic in me. Or the warrior in me that watched his brothers and sisters killed by their blades.

Maraad’s fist is clenched.

Maraad says: But I am not a fool. Nor am I one to discount what the Prophet has seen. I do not know what the future will hold. I do not know prophecies or visions of the future. But what I do know is that even our people, even should we forgive the orcs for the sins committed against us, it is unlikely we will ever forget. But even forgiveness would be a road I would see impossible to walk.

Remnii nods.

Remnii says: Forgiveness is not something I could truly ask of anyone. Especially not now. Not as transgressions still move forward. The understanding even if the orcs are victims of the Burning Legion, and yet it was by orcish hand that not only Draenor, but Silvermoon, fell. They walk a complex road, not that I would wish on anyone. There is a great duality for them. And, for now, no one is asking you to forgive or forget. Nor should they, as it undermines what we have been through. But, what we focus on now is what we can make work. Even the faces of the kaldorei. Those who would sequester us, those who would try to kill us. It is not their true face. And thus we help. Building the bridges that we can should be important.
Velameestra Windrunner says: A lot of my concern is that there seems to be a lot of focus on the ending. And not on the steps to get there. Namely in moments of duress, Remnii, you were there in the Barrowdeeps.
Remnii says: Uther, question for you. I do not regret telling everyone about the prophecy, but I also used it as a bargaining chip for what felt like my life on Draenor. I did not know where the people, you, this world, I knew nothing. I was helpless. And of course now I count many of you as good friends. But, that prophecy has won me time, and also a vision. Of what it may take to get there. If it has inspired you so, I wish I would have known sooner. I very much would have liked to spoken to you beforehand, as it’s seemed to have been stressful. But, back to my question. What does this process look like to you?
Uther Menethil says: I won’t know until I speak to the parties involved. But even before I knew of the prophecy, the only way we survive this is if we work together.

Remnii nods.

Uther Menethil says: I don’t believe reticence to forgive and forget past transgressions is something that would render someone an enemy. But this is not a unique problem, Vel. I don’t know exactly what the situation back home is. But, I also have to figure out how to get the dwarves of Ironforge and the DarkIron to work together. I have to somehow bring Stormwind into the fold.
Velameestra Windrunner says: And when you tell me that you can do it because you’re the best equipped for the job, I’m sorry Uther I need a little bit more than that. Steps or plans or something.
Remnii says: Uther, do you feel that it is your job alone?
Uther Menethil says: Certainly not. If not for the efforts of everyone involved we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. But at the very least, amongst all of these separate factions that have to come together, some of them have seen what we’re up against. I truly wish I could explain more to put your mind at ease. But the reality is if we can’t do this, it won’t matter.
Velameestra Windrunner says: And what if I’m one of the ones that says no?
Uther Menethil says: I would ask what makes that worth watching the rest of this world burn?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Because it’s not guaranteed that it’s going to result in the rest of the world burning. What this is asking is for myself and my people to put aside all the deaths that have occurred. Most of our leadership was murdered by orcs. My uncle and cousins were murdered, and we have been cast out from our homeland while it burned. Some of us came back, but we still died.
Uther Menethil says: Do you believe we can do this without them?
Velameestra Windrunner says: I’m saying I’ll need a lot more evidence that’s the case. And I want to feel like I’m being heard. Being assured that “this is the way this has to be” or “It’s going to be fine” doesn’t.
Uther Menethil says: I’m not asking you to forget what they’ve done. I’m not even asking you to forgive them.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I’m one elf, Uther. The majority of my people would sooner slit their throat than giving them the chance to speak.
Remnii says: If I may. This is not a small order. Nor is it an order at all. My hope, in the best of situations, would be that a mutual understanding further down the way. For example, if the orcs cannot free themselves from the Legion’s hold. If Gul’dan and Blackhand are not dealt with, then they will eat themselves alive. There will be no orcs to worry about.
Maraad says: And even should they do so. That will not bring back the dead. Nor will it forgive their sins. I believe the idea of this prophecy is being seen in many ways. Perhaps it would benefit us to seek Master Velen’s wisdom. It was his vision after all. He would understand it more than most.
Remnii says: I was going to get to that. There is much to learn. I have seen what he has seen. And so shall you, should you wish.
Maraad says: Perhaps he can answer questions that elude us.
Remnii says: And, in the moment, the last thing I would like to say before we go. The idea of working as some sort of unit, some sort of army, this is not the time for that yet. My hope has been through all of this that not only do we get to know each other. But that some ties of diplomacy can be built. Right now I’ve been hesitant to speak of it, because I did not wish to undermine what you have gone through so recently that reminds me of what we have witnessed on Draenor. That we are not so different, but our experiences are unique. But the pain is there and real. For now, as much as I wanted to get home when I came to all of you, I do not wish to delay you anymore. I cannot push this prophecy until more things are handled. Vel, your people are in turmoil. They need help. The Alliance, with everything that’s happening to it, needs to be addressed first. This is a multiyear, multi-step endeavor that may not come to pass as the prophet has seen it. Thus it is important to focus on what we can do now. That is what I have been trying to do. The Night Elves. Getting back to the eastern kingdoms. Helping your people. So that one day perhaps we may be able to help each other. No one is asking you to make this decision now. That was never the intention, and I’m sorry you have felt the pressure to do so. This will be a foundational effort by many people and beyond, if this is to manifest and beyond.

Maraad stands, and Remnii follows, and the group makes their way to Velen. They pass by the Light’s Chosen. Divinius gives them the go ahead to go inside.

O’ros floats above. Aramar is with Velen. Aramar is kneeling and Velen is pacing as the diamond blade floats. The compass levitates on the other side.

Velen says: Empty your mind. Focus on the resonance you feel in yourself and these relics. Feel the light move through you. See through the radiance that permeates.
Aramar Thorne says: Remnii, Vel, Uther!

Aramar opens his eyes, and the items fall to the ground. Velen turns to the group.

Velen says: Perhaps that is enough meditation for the day.

Aramar gathers the items from the ground.

Remnii says: Greetings vakas.
Velen says: And you, my child. I sense heavy hearts bring you before me.
Remnii says: Cutting to the quick. The nature of the Prophecy of the Army of Light. They came with inquiries.

Velen nods.

Velen says: The nature of prophecy is one that even I struggle to wrap my head around. Even after 10,000 of your years. It is not surprising that you have questions.

Vel is standing two paces back from everyone else. Velen, noticing, gives her a knowing smile.

Velen says: While I would gladly answer what questions you have, it may be easier to show then tell. If you would permit it.

Vel nods. Uther is visibly ready to go.

Velen says: You too, Aramar. Viewing this vision may grant you insights of your own.
Aramar Thorne says: Of course.
Velen says: Then I ask that you close your eyes, and open your hearts.

Velen steps forward and raises the Exodar Life Staff. As they close their eyes he brings it up and bathes in the light of the Naaru, before landing it with a great clack. Everyone experiences a pull backward. Even though their eyes feel closed, they feel open. They can see the others, eyes still closed but looking around as though they are open. They are in a dark horizon, but each of them is fully lit. Each of them is able to see each other.

Above the group, they can see the vague image of the naaru O’ros, but it’s imperfect–like a sun that’s not casting light. Far, far on the horizon, they see light begin to wash–slowly and then more rapidly. It’s like the sky itself is burning bright, but thousands of miles away. It’s not the most comfortable thing for Vel, even in the vision, but it doesn’t repel her either–it fills her with uneasy anxiousness.

As the light gets more intense, there are long shadows being cast by hundreds and thousands of figures–just like them. They were standing with their backs to the light. As the light washes over them, there are more figures amidst them–they are largely featureless until there are images. Not recognizable features, but physical traits morphing and disappearing from the mannequins–-as if carved from the ground itself. There are shapes that remind them of creatures they had seen, and creatures they had never seen–glowing eyes, ears, tusks, horns, hooves, four arms, six arms, bipedal and quadrupedal. Tall, short, strong, and weak. It’s as if the entities take on a different person. There are elves, dwarves, humans, draenei, orc, tauren, and hundreds of others–feline creatures, aquatic creatures, and centaurs–some creatures with no limbs at all.

Then they begin to move, bathed in the light. They walk forward–slow, deliberate steps. The light washes over more and more figures, and the first figure that moves puts their hand on another, who then begins to move. They continue to touch the shoulders of others, and more begin to move on their own volition. Some of them stumble, some don’t move at all, but all face the darkness opposed to the light.

Sometimes, those who stumble are passed by others, but other times a figure will stop to raise the other. Some of them run full-bore, others walk slowly, some don’t move, but all face the darkness. The light gets more and more blinding, until the group blinks rapidly to banish the brightness–and they are back. Vel’s vision returns slower than the others.

Velen says: I have studied that vision a thousand… thousand nights. I have tried to learn, to see, what truth there was to find in it. But the art of prophecy, the phenomenon of visions like this, they are… imperfect. It is as much a gift to interpret them as it is to receive them.

Velen looks at Vel.

Velen says: Tell me, Velameestra. What did you see?

Vel is silent for a moment as she mulls over the question and processes the vision she had just seen.

Velameestra Windrunner says: I… saw a mass of people. And the light… but it hurt. It was painful. They faced a shadow, but not all ran towards it.

Velen nods.

Velen says: There is pain in our pasts, and in our futures. To pretend otherwise is a disservice to has come before, and to deny the suffering we will endure is a disservice to those who will come after. I am sorry for the pain you felt. But I am glad you felt it. The… Army of Light. It is an imperfect translation. In our tongue, the words I have used is more akin to… ‘those who stand unyielding against the expanse of the shadow.’ It is… the roughest translation.

Maraad nods.

Maraad says: It… did not seem like an army. An army marches together. They obey the orders of their superiors. They were moving, some faster than others.
Uther Menethil says: Individuals that shared a common purpose.
Aramar Thorne says: A common purpose but they were different at the same time. It was a lot to take in. I don’t think I understand yet, but I think I do now more than before… maybe?

Velen smiles.

Velen says: Such is the nature of prophecy, my young friend.

Velen then looks at Uther.

Velen says: You. What did you see? Those gathered in common purpose, but what else?
Uther Menethil says: Not an army in the traditional sense. Amongst all gathered, clearly some shared bonds stronger than others, and some did not share any at all. But the common purpose… the darkness was the greatest threat.
Velen says: I have viewed the vision so many times. At times it seemed almost as if some were fleeing the light and seeking refuge in the darkness. Others as if they were trying to stay within the twilight between the light and the dark. There are so many questions that remain to be answered. What is the light? What is the dark? But those are questions we can only answer for ourselves. Only we decide how we will march, how we will stand. There is no shame. There is no expectation. To stand bathed in the light and gaze upon the darkness… that is enough. An army is much larger than soldiers and weapons. It is morale. It is communication. It is order, law diplomacy, tactics… so many things. As all of us stand here bathed in the light, we have played a part, and only we will decide how much more that part will be. And what role it will have in our futures and as they stand in the light and their eyes on the darkness. I… have a feeling this did not dispel all your questions.
Uther Menethil says: It did not. But it helps more than you know. Thank you.

Velen nods and then looks at Vel.

Velen says: What of you, my child?
Velameestra Windrunner says: I am…

Vel hesitates.

Velameestra Windrunner says: Quite overwhelmed, right now. I think.

Velen nods.

Velen says: Then allow me to keep you no longer.
Velameestra Windrunner says: …appreciated. I think I’m going to go take a walk.

Vel turns to head out of the chamber, and she hears a presence gently brushing against her mind from the naaru. She allows it to make connection, and she hears a simple, tonal harmony that expresses gratitude and a simple message of “we see you,” in a kind show of recognition.

It’s enough to make Vel pause for a moment before she weaves an incantation and promptly teleports away.

Inside the chamber, Remnii looks to Uther.

Remnii says: This is what I hope. How a felt, and how I will feel, even after seeing this vision again, is that many small efforts can make a large difference in the future. Not only as the king-to-be of Lordaeron, but as friends. We may walk this path and adapt to what the world presents, but taking this step by step will be important. The pressures that she is feeling…

Remnii momentarily looks in the direction Vel had disappeared before looking back to Uther.

Remnii says: The pressures that you feel… one step at a time.

Remnii offers a soft smile, and Uther weakly returns the smile.

Uther Menethil says: That’s… how I would be handling things. I know Vel. Clear process… don’t want to speak for her, but I imagine it’s almost like being blind.
Remnii says: I may have a hunch, at certain points, that given those bite sized chunks will be good for her. For now, focusing on the things we can do–finishing this, seeing you both get home, help ease some of the burden she carries with her and the expectation she needs to do things herself. And that she needs to be the one to get everyone out of hot water. That’s something we can help with. I do not think this is a loss. I don’t know her as well as you do, but despite being overwhelmed at points, I think this was a net win for a discussion.
Uther Menethil says: I’ll speak to her again once she’s had time to organize her thoughts. It’s not ideal, but I have an idea of what she might need to hear.

Remnii nods with a smile.

Remnii says: I hope in the future you and I will be able to speak more as well. You have a lot on your shoulders.
Uther Menethil says: It’s not that much! Only the fate of the entire world!

Remnii crosses her arms, and Uther smirks.

Remnii says: Looking beyond the humor… I will not pry into what is hard to speak of. But that burden is not yours to bear alone. There will be decisions you need to make, but I hope that in time you will know you are not alone on that front. Truly.
Velen says: Recall the vision, Uther. When was the only time that those who stood steadfast against the darkness took their eyes away from the horizon. Do you recall?
Uther Menethil says: To help those who had fallen.
Velen says: Remnii has told me about you. About your life, your history. Of your ancestor who founded your belief. From that day forth, your bloodline has been… wound ever tightly around the coil of destiny. I see it now. In the way you stand. In the way you walk. In the way you march towards the darkness. But do not forget… not everyone marches at the same speed. Be not afraid to cast your eyes from the darkness if it is to help those who need your hand, who need your compassion, your kindness. There are always others who will continue to march on. Every journey begins with a single step.
Uther Menethil says: I don’t mean to be forward, but… may I ask you something quite personal?

Velen nods.

Velen says: Of course.
Uther Menethil says: As I understand it, you’ve been leading your people for… not the best with numbers, but I think even longer than my people have existed as they did. But when that mantle fell on your shoulders, did you know that you were going to be able to do it, or were you terrified that you would fail?
Velen says: I still am.

Velen puts a hand on Uther’s shoulder.

Velen says: Every day, I see less people than there were before. I fear the life and love lost because of my failures… my weakness… my inability to protect those who entrusted their lives to me. Indeed… the weight of this responsibility that was thrust upon me by the betrayal of my brothers might have crushed me. But I have not bourne it alone. I have moved forward with love and sacrifice. Were it not for those that stood beside me, I would have stumbled and fallen more than I already have. There is no shame in weakness, Uther. There is only wisdom in recognition.

Uther’s brow furrows.

Uther Menethil says: Well, I’m not thrilled to know this isn’t going to go away, but it is reassuring to know that even though it won’t… it doesn’t mean I can’t do it.
Remnii says: May I say something?
Velen says: Always.

Velen smiles.

Remnii says: Uther, I believe you and I have grown up in the proximity of greatness… though the way our people are governed is different, we have seen what it is to carry a heavy mantle and in different ways, inherit such a thing. Something I have seen that is important here and everywhere is the ability to acknowledge you are one man. I know I have harped a little bit about the nature of not being alone, but also understand that no one man or woman is a monolith. It is by that love and support, from even contrary voices–ones that are scared or hurt…

She looks at where Vel had disappeared.

Remnii says: Vel is one elf, and you are one man, and we move at our own paces… but losing yourself in that mantle is something I would advise against.

Remnii smiles softly.

Uther Menethil says: I may fail from time to time, but that’s not going to stop me from doing everything I can to save everyone until my lungs no longer draw breath.
Velen says: We save those who we can. It is all we ever could have done.
Uther Menethil says: Thank you both. Though, I do wish it had been under more auspicious circumstances, I cannot tell you how glad I am to have met both of you.

Uther looks over at Maraad and Aramar.

Uther Menethil says: And that goes for you too!
Aramar Thorne says: I was gonna say!

Aramar smirks, and Velen and Remnii smile.

Velen says: May the Light keep you, Uther, and may it always be at your back–shining upon you through your strides and your stumbles.
Remnii says: We will not be far behind.

Vel materializes at Wynn’s hut. She immediately sees Wynn sitting on one of the chairs on the porch. Medivh is laid out on a cloth, shirtless and sunbathing, with a piece of parchment over his face. Not far away, there are the messy slurping sounds of Scavell III drinking from his water trough.

Wynn looks up at the magical disturbance and squints, and Medivh half sits up and half spills over as Vel appears. Wynn grabs her journal and quickly thumbs through it, searching for a reminder.

Wynn says: Ah. Velameestra.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Apologies for the lack of warning. I needed to take a walk.

Medivh chuckles.

Medivh says: Good to see you! I hope nothing has happened?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Nothing particularly pressing.
Medivh says: Good. I wouldn’t want to miss anything exceptional.

Wynn quickly looks over a few more things in the journal.

Wynn says: Well, don’t just stand there in the mid-day sun, Velameestra, come in. I can get some coffee brewing. You do take coffee, yes?
Velameestra Windrunner says: I do, yes. That would be appreciated.
Wynn says: Well then.

Wynn claps her hands and the door opens to reveal the animated suit of armor that gestures for Vel to come in.

Velameestra Windrunner says: I had something for you, by the way. Part of the reason I chose this destination.
Wynn says: Well you certainly didn’t need to get me anything, but I won’t say no to more visitors. It gets awfully dull around here! Though I will admit, Scavell II is a great conversationalist.

Vel smirks.

Velameestra Windrunner says: I have no doubt he is.

She looks over at the thunder lizard who was sloppily drinking. He stopped to look back at her before returning to it.

Velameestra Windrunner says: I developed a spell recently. You’re one of the first people I’ve thought of that might befit.
Wynn says: Oh? And you believe this is a spell I’ve never heard of?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Potentially. I only made it a couple days ago. If someone came up with the idea before Tol’vas I wouldn't be particularly surprised.
Wynn says: Well I will tell you that hundreds of spells have been created and forgotten in the passage of time. And I’m not a woman easily impressed. But, you’ve piqued my curiosity.
Velameestra Windrunner says: What if your journal could read itself to you?
Wynn says: Go on.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Instead of using your mornings to reread past notes you can do other things. If you’re willing.

Wynn hands over the notebook. Vel pulls out a woven ribbon and she slips it into one of the pages. She casts [Orate Text] and pushes her magical energy into it, which makes it permanent. Vel’s magic channel through her tattoos and through the book, illuminating the text. Vel then closes the book and hands it over to Wynn.

Wynn says: Curious. Looks to be something like a modified magic mouth spell with a more concise creation. Let's give it a try, shall we?

Wynn opens the book to a list of names and who and what they are. The voice was Vel’s mother’s voice, which was unintentional.

Wynn's Journal says: Velameestra Windrunner. Vampyr. Smart. Perhaps too smart for her own good. Helped to enchant Moroes II.

It goes through quick sparknotes of what they’ve been up to. Wynn furrows her brow and closes the book as she noticed Vel's expression.

Wynn says: Not bad. Is everything alright?
Velameestra Windrunner says: I was not expecting that voice.
Wynn says: Someone important?
Velameestra Windrunner says: My mother.
Wynn says: I see. She has a lovely voice.
Velameestra Windrunner says: She was an adept singer.
Wynn says: My condolences.

Vel takes the coffee.

Wynn says: Right, lets get back to coffee.

Wynn is fond of the spell. Medivh joins them at some point.

Medivh says: I’m going to get some tea, and then I’m going to sun my backside if you don’t mind.
Velameestra Windrunner says: You don’t mind if I spend the night here? I don’t really have a way to get back.
Wynn says: Heavens no. I don’t have much in the way of guest rooms but you’re welcome to make yourself at home.
Velameestra Windrunner says: That's not a problem. I brought my own.

Wyn smirks.

Wynn says: I’m not surprised. But you’re always welcome.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Appreciated.
Wynn says: The appreciation is all mine.

Vel destresses by talking to Wynn and Medivh.

Seria informs the group that she is returning to the Echo Isles with Zen’tabra and does so.

Vel returns to Timbermaw Hold after spending a night at Wynn’s.

There is a trickle of Unseen Path scouts, and a larger entourage of night elves appears. The party recognizes a number of those that had arrived–one of the priestesses is Amara Nightwalker, one of the night elves they had encountered in the Barrens. With her is her sister Yaeliura, as well as the three other night elves that were with them before. The other priestess with them is a much different-looking priestess. Her nightsaber has fur the color of moonlight, and the light almost seems to be bounce off its fur and its immaculate battle armor. The priestess herself has a long, silver braid and she wears silver armor with deep blue and purple highlights. On the side of the night saber is a long blade nearly the size of a polearm with a crescent-shaped blade.

The woman smiles, talking animatedly with Amara especially.

Amara is the first of them to recognize the party–particularly Remnii and Tol’vas. Yaeliura scowls at Tol’vas, but Amara hops off her frostsaber and gives the group a steel-faced look.

Amara Nightwalker says: I believe I owe you all an apology. My conduct was brisk and unprofessional, and given recent developments… I hope you can forgive us for operating under false assumptions.

She bows to Remnii.

Remnii says: Oh, please, raise your head. There is much in this world to divide us, and even more to bring us together. You were protecting your people. It is an admirable thing to do your duties as well as you do.

Yaeliura nods.

Yaeliura Nightwalker says: You are kind to say so, but it is still a blow to our pride to be deceived in such a manner.
Remnii says: Well, given this is our second meeting of hopefully many more, there is time to right those wrongs. Let us open a new chapter in this.
Armored Priestess says: Well said. Your name is Remnii, correct?

Remnii nods.

The priestess gets off her saber. She’s a bit shorter than Remnii, and she offers a smile.

Armored Priestess says: Delas Moonfang, priestess of Elune and representative of the Moonblades. Our numbers are small, but we intend to correct this wrong now that the light of Elune shines upon the truth.
Remnii says: Thank you for coming. No matter how small the force.

Tol’vas is greeting people in general and trying to not be a nuisance. One of the huntresses, Thora Feathermoon, is Shandris’s cousin–thus he knew her slightly more than some of the others.

Delas Moonfang says: This is quite fascinating. I’ve never had the opportunity to see a furbolg burrow this close, and the synergy between your people and them is heartwarming to see. Would you mind introducing me to some of your people?
Remnii says: I would be happy to.
Delas Moonfang says: I’m glad! From the stories, you are much less frightening than the false High Priestess made you to be. I mean that as a compliment.

Remnii chuckles.

Remnii says: Let us continue to correct those assumptions.
Delas Moonfang says: You honor me.

Remnii moves to show her around the hold.

Meanwhile, Vel hears a yawn from behind her, and a familiar voice.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: All you diurnal folks just love making things happen during the day don’t you?

Vel turns around and she sees Kor’vas stretching, having been drawn by the disturbance of the new arrivals. Suddenly, Kor’vas stops, and immediately ducks behind a corner. Vel squints, confused, and Kor’vas peeks her head around and gestures for Vel to follow her. Vel complies and also ducks around the building.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: Hey, um, so, this just got real awkward. Gods dammit, are you fucking kidding me? What’s she doing here?
Velameestra Windrunner says: What’s the problem?

Kor’vas puts a hand on Vel’s shoulder, gets closer, and then points at the Moonblade priestess with Remnii, Delas.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: You see her?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Yes. I do.
Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: I’m going to need your help. She can’t know I’m here.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Is this… something I should have more context for?

Kor’vas pinches her brow.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: Remember that story I told you when I was teasing Illidan and you were asking him about what actually happened during the War of the Ancients?
Velameestra Windrunner says: Yes.
Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: That’s… that’s my mom.
Velameestra Windrunner says: …oh.
Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: The one I kinda ran away from?
Velameestra Windrunner says: And she doesn’t know about the–
Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: No. No no no no, she doesn’t know anything. I haven’t spoken to her in… a time.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Um. Well. She might be glad to see you’re alive?
Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: Ah… you… don’t know my mom. But I love your optimism!

Kor’vas laughs nervously.

Velameestra Windrunner says: …If you would like I can disguise your appearance.
Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: That would be great, if you could do that, I would owe you a big one!
Velameestra Windrunner says: Of course.

Vel utters an incantation and gives a wave of her hand as she casts [Seeming], promptly changing Kor’vas appearance into that of a more nondescript night elf.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: I could kiss you right now Vel. I-I’m not going to though! Well. Unless you’re into tha– you know what, nevermind.

Vel blinks.

Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: But um, if you could, make sure my name doesn’t get mentioned? It’ll be a lot easier that way.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Of… course. I’ll do what I can.
Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: I owe you big time, Vel.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Should… I hide the others? Or is that not as much of a problem?
Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: No. Um. I… I’m less concerned about her seeing me like this, just more her seeing me at all will raise some… complications.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Understood.
Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: Thanks. I’ll leave you to it. Um, how long does this last?
Velameestra Windrunner says: It should last for about eight hours. I can recast it as needed. Um, just obviously… I tried to stay close to your body proportions, but if anyone touches you they’ll likely know an illusion is in place. You’re welcome to take refuge in the manor when it’s up as well. But it’s… not a perfect cover.
Kor'vas Bloodthorn says: I just stick to trying to avoid her. You’re a lifesaver.
Velameestra Windrunner says: Sure thing.

As Uther notes Delas and Remnii pass by, he senses a similar presence to one he’s familiar with. It’s a presence he would recognize as the bolstering force he provides his allies–though different, it seems similar. Delas seems to be some sort of paladin.

Meanwhile, Tol’vas is suddenly lifted into a hold and there is cold steel at his throat.

Feminine Voice says: You have a lot of nerve coming back here Tol’vas… especially without saying hi!

The voice laughs, and he spins around–seeing his aunt Qiana. She smiles and flips the knife back, and then throws her arms around him in a hug.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I was trying to keep something of a low profile…
Qiana Moonshadow says: I understand! But you’re here! You regained control–oh wow, that’s the Scythe of Elune. Where did you get that?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: More complicated… just now from Fandral is the most recent answer.
Qiana Moonshadow says: Well, we’ll have some time to get caught up before the battle. But it’s been so long! You haven’t changed a bit!

She also really hasn’t.

Qiana Moonshadow says: It’s been what… 7000 years? Do you have any idea what’s happened since?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Not enough.
Qiana Moonshadow says: I guess I should probably get you caught up too, huh?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I’ve been kind of afraid of some of those answers.
Familiar Voice says: Qiana! Qiana, where did you go?

They hear another voice that Tol’vas recognizes, and he sees another figure poke her head out. It’s Ylyssia–Tol’vas’s other aunt and Qiana’s wife.

Ylyssia Moonshadow says: Tol’vas! It’s good to see you again. And you’re you!
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: That seems to be the general surprise, yeah.
Ylyssia Moonshadow says: Well, we can catch up! I should report to the others–you two probably have a lot to say. It’s good to see you again, Tol’vas.

She offers a smile and heads off.

Qiana Moonshadow says: Wait!
Ylyssia Moonshadow says: Sorry love.

Ylyssia comes back and gives Qiana a kiss on the cheek.

Qiana Moonshadow says: That’s better. Dismissed, captain.

She turns back to Tol’vas.

Qiana Moonshadow says: Have you heard anything about the War of the Shifting Sands? The Exile of the Highborne?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Bits and pieces through experience… namely the highborne descendant with us?
Qiana Moonshadow says: Ah, yeah, I heard about that. Desperate times call for desperate measures, especially if we are dealing with dreadlords.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: If there is one thing I can say about Velameestra Windrunner it's that she’s very efficient.

Qiana looks beyond him, glimpsing Vel in the distance.

Qiana Moonshadow says: Well that’s good at least. I look forward to teaming up with her. It’ll be a strange... But some of it will be nostalgic, I think. Did… you hear about your mother?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: No. I didn’t.
Qiana Moonshadow says: She…

Qiana sighs.

Qiana Moonshadow says: She and Del… they split up shortly before the Exile. Complications. Old bonds. Old friendships. Disagreements. When the call came to set aside their spellbooks, Ethenial refused. She stood by her companions, so she left with Dath’remar and the others. We never heard from her again. They were… they were cut off from Nordrassil’s blessing before they left. I don’t know where she ended up. But it’s been… a while. I’m sorry. I know there’s really not an easy way to talk about this. I tried to get to her stay, but when they left… she was determined to go with them. To protect them and prove that the magic that was a part of her for so long wasn’t just… dangerous or evil. When Dath’remar decided to cut all of them off… please don’t blame your father. Del… he was torn. He almost went with them, even if he didn’t have the highborne gifts… but… Ethenial… they…

She sighs.

Qiana Moonshadow says: I’m sorry, kiddo.

Qiana hugs him and Tol’vas takes a deep breath.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I don’t know what to say. Just… maybe if I was still around… I could have…
Qiana Moonshadow says: No no no, don’t blame yourself, Tol’vas. This had nothing to do with you. Sometimes people change, and that’s alright. This wasn’t your father’s fault, but it wasn’t yours either. I know that she would have been thinking about you until the end. Praying for your safety.

Tol’vas takes another shaky breath.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I missed so much.
Qiana Moonshadow says: Well you’re here now, and that’s what’s important. We can make changes on this side of the dream now, and maybe we can help fix this problem before any more families get damaged, huh? You should also know your father is safe. He’s running an inn somewhere near Darkshore. But he remains safe from all this. I spoke with him somewhat recently. So is father.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Some good news at least.
Qiana Moonshadow says: And I think that’s enough bad news for now. Lets catch up! I know you’ve been predisposed for a bit, but maybe I can catch you up on some things that have been happening. And you can tell me what you’ve been up to! Lots of stories about that scythe, I’m sure, and I can sense you’ve grown into your own. So, how about we have a race first, then we can talk shop? Maybe after a nap. It’s early. These diurnal folks…
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I’ve been traveling with them and I still cannot get used to it!
Qiana Moonshadow says: I don’t know if we ever will.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: A race sounds fun.
Qiana Moonshadow says: I won’t hold back!
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I’d be offended if you did.

Qiana’s form starts to shift to show a living constellation as her skin turns translucent, and she takes off–Tol’vas turning into an animal form to race after her.

Seria and Zen’tabra arrive back in the Echo Isles at Zen’tabra’s grove. She takes a deep breath.

Zen: It be good to be back, mon! Though they really let this place go in my absence!

She gestures to all the plants.

Zen: You can head to the village, I just need to grab a few things before I make my grand entrance. I’ll be right behind ya.

Seria nods and starts to head towards the village. It seems to be pretty busy–just repairing things and gathering food and the like. A few of the Darkspear notice her, and there are a few surprised double-takes and nods as they weren’t expecting her so quickly, but then she hears a familiar voice.

Rai: Seria!

As Seria looks over, she sees him carving something out of wood.

Zuni: Seria!

Another voice calls out, and she sees Zuni–who has some heavy baskets filled with spears. He starts to head towards Seria, but then opts to go set down the basket and then run over.

Zun: Hey mon, I didn’t know you’d be comin’ back so soon!

Ser: We had a bit of downtime, so I thought I’d come and help.

Zun: Everyone would appreciate your help, mon!

Ser: I also brought Zen’tabra.

Zun: Oh, she finally got back? Rokhan and the others would want to know! And the chief, of course. Still gettin’ used to that!

Rai smiles.

Rai: There be a lot to get used to for everyone I think. I’m glad that you made it.

Seria nods.

Ser: After everythin’ that happened I’m glad I’m not just gettin’ chased out.

Zun: I think it’s mostly water under the bridge, mon. I wouldn’t worry too much!

Headhunter: Zuni! Quit flirtin’ and get back to work!

Zun: Comin’! I gotta go, but if you’re free later, maybe we can catch up a bit, ya?

Seria nods, and Zuni nods as he walks backwards and then spins around to head over to his friend. Seria sees other familiar faces–including Zar’Kaa across the way. He looks surprised for a moment, but gives her a less-than-pleased glance before he goes back to orchestrating whatever he was working on.

Zekhan waves at Seria from where he was sitting with Rai.

Rai: I figure ya probably want to talk to Rokhan? Or are you just hangin’ out for now?

Ser: I do need to talk to Rokhan, but I think I need to wait for Zen’tabra’s grand entrance.

At that exact moment, there is a long multi-colored wind serpent that flies overhead and then lands in the center–transforming back into humanoid form.

Zen: Hello everyone! Auntie Z is back in town!

There are some rolled eyes and some cheers.

Voice: Good, now you can help us like the rest!

Zen: Ya ya, that is why I’m back, mon! A simple ‘wow, it’s great to see ya again Zen’tabra’ would have been nice, but noooo.

She heads over to chat with some of her friends.

Seria heads off to speak with Rokhan and he looks at her in surprise.

Rok: Seria? I didn’t expect to see ya so soon. Is everythin’ alright?

Ser: Yeah. Downtime. I figured I would help.

Rok: Well, there’s plenty you can do. I heard Zen’tabra’s back, though she don’t make it a secret. I’m glad she be finishin’ up what she be doin’. I’m glad to see ya here. How long ya be stayin’?

Ser: At least a few days.

Rokhan smiles.

Rok: Well I be glad to have ya around. If, uh… if ya need a place to stay, I got room in me hut for ya. If that be what ya want. ‘Dere be plenty of other places around as well.

Seria nods.

Ser: Thank you. Um…

Rok: Are ya hungry? I can make ya somethin’ real quick.

Seria: I be alright for now. I wanted to talk to ya about a few things.

Rok: Of course! Come in!

He gestures for Seria to come into his hut, and she follows him in.

Ser: It’s about some of the things that happened after the fight… um… what my mada said to ya.

Rokhan gives a sad smile.

Rok: I guess I must look quite the fool to ya after all these years.

Ser: If anythin’ I think I might be a bit mad at her for not sayin’ somethin’...

Rok: I be the one that didn’t say anythin’... but… she was somethin’ else. Somethin’ special. Too special for me I thought.

He takes a sip of water from a basin. Seria sits in silence for a moment and then gets a bit frustrated at herself as she tries to think of how to phrase things.

Rok: Listen, Seria, the kindness I show’d ya… it wasn’t because of your mada. If ya be mad at me for that, please know that ya deserve more than I ever gave ya. You have the right to be mad at me.

Ser: It’s not that, I… I wanted to ask ya if… uh… ya see, my actual father has never been there, and I don’t think he gives a shit about me.

Rokhan’s eyes widen and his mouth goes agape slightly.

Ser: And you seem like ya actually give a damn about me. And I was wonderin’ if ya…

She trails off, unable to actually ask the question.

Rok: Is… is that really what ya want, Seria? After everythin’? Ya really want that?

Seria nods, and Rokhan moves closer to her–his eyes searching.

Rok: Seria… nothin’ in this life or the next… would make me happier…

Seria looks up at him in shock, honestly not expecting the answer. Rokhan smiles and puts his hands on her shoulders.

Rok: Ever since the day I saw ya come into this world… the smile on your mada’s face… i promised that I would do anythin’ I could to try and preserve that smile. To keep you togetha. I failed to uphold that promise… when your mada… when she laid dyin’... I promised her I would look after you. That I would make sure the evils of this world didn’t claim ya. And I didn’t keep that promise either. But this… this promise I be makin’ to you… I’ve let myself down, and I’ve let your mada down, but I promise I will never let you down, Seria. Maybe things would have been different if me or your mada would have said somethin’ all those years ago… maybe if we did, we would have been a family long ago… but it never be too late to start a family.

Seria gives Rokhan a hug, and he wraps his arms around her. She could hear a sniffle.

Seri: Thank you.

Rok: No, Seria… thank you.

There is a clearing of a throat, and they turn to see Zen’tabra.

Zen: Am I interruptin’ something?

She gives a cheeky smile.

Rok: No.

Zen: It be alright, mon, I heard it all. I imagined this might be one of the things ya come here for Seria. So I prepared somethin’.

She reaches into a pouch and pulls out a clay flask.

Zen: This be somethin’ special. It be made of flowers from all over the world–gathered by me and all my students. Includin’ your mada. Blooms that glisten and glow with the spirit of life. I can’t think of anything better to commemorate, no? The light and life of family, of growth, and strength in numbers.

She reveals ink in the pot that could easily become a tattoo.

Zen: It be on the two of you to decide what shape that be takin’.

Ser: I don’t know what to say… uh…

Zen’tabra smiles.

Zen: Ya don’t have to say anythin’, Seria, but thankin’ Auntie Z won’t hurt!

She bops Seria on the nose, and walks out of the room with a smile.

Rok: Well… what do ya think? I, uh… I gave ya one tattoo a long time ago… if ya want, maybe we can see how it grows. Just like you.

Seria nods, and Rokhan takes the magical ink.

—-

Remnii finds a secluded place where she can be alone, and with shaking hands, she sits down–staring at the sending stone in her hands.

She swallows.

Rem: Rakeesh, I’ve thought about your offer–I would like to speak with you when you have the time.

Rake: Remnii. What a pleasant surprise. It’s always so wonderful to hear from you. Are you free to speak now?

Rem: I am.

Rake: Well good. What can this humble servant of the Burning Legion do for you, Remnii?

He seems to have connected with her sending stone with some sort of magic or device that lets them speak more freely.

Rem: I thought about all you said… you said you would owe me a favor. Given where I am at the moment, I believe I need your help with something. I will find a way if this is unfeasible for you, but I would like to contact Shaspira.

Rak: Is that so?

Rem: It is.

Rak: You should know that… all things considered, impossible is not a word I like to use frequently. The White Tyrant is a busy woman, but not too busy. I believe I can make such an arrangement happen. Though might I know what your intention is?

Rem: I intend to tell her myself… of what you told me when last we spoke. You know as well as I that whatever peace around this secret will not last.

Rak: A wise assessment. And what do you hope to accomplish with this? Certainly not a family reunion, I wager.

Remnii sighs.

Rem: I intend to bargain for a companion of mine with information on what happened to her daughter… her first daughter.

Rak: Oh. I like the way you think, Remnii. I like it very much.

Remnii shivers.

Rak: I’m curious to see how she reacts to such an offer. Very well, I’ll oblige. It will take some time to organize, but I’ll make sure it’s done, and that you’ll be safe. After all, I believe the knowledge you are still alive… and that you have information that she will desperately want to know, will be an offer far too steep to refuse–even with a cost as steep as Yrel. Oh I like this very much. Consider it done. I will reach out to you when the time is right, but know there will be a limited window. So make sure your schedule is free enough to allow you to slip away. But you’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of that. I do have… something else I would like to discuss. A proposal of sorts. You needn’t consider this an obligation or a requirement, but… a simple gesture representing out continued partnership. There’s something I wish to show you, and give you. But such things would need to be in person, and what better location for such a meeting than our ancestral homeworld. There are many wonders in the city of Eredath, ones you would benefit from seeing. I will not take your time over long. One night is all I ask. You’d be back before anyone knows it. And not a single hair on that head of yours will be damaged–on that you have my word.

There is silence for a long moment.

Rem: When would you need an answer?

Rak: There’s time. There will take me some time to fashion this scheme of yours. Perhaps we can schedule a date. Either before or after your little rendezvous. But there’s no need to rush. I understand you are putting a great deal of faith in me–it’s appreciated. But I won’t let you down. Perhaps you’ll have a better scope of whether or not someone like me could be trusted after you meet with Shaspira. Were I to follow through on that, that would be evidence enough for you to consider my second proposal.

Rem: We will speak again.

Rak: I look forward to it, Remnii.

Rem: Good bye, Rakeesh.

The conversation turns to silence.

—-

Tol’vas was snoozing after he caught up with his aunt, but his ear twitches as someone approaches.

Makas: Hey, sleeping beauty, are you awake? I need your help with somethin’. Well. Not me exactly.

Tol’vas opens his eyes blearily.

Tol: What’s going on?

He sees Makasa, and Silent Joe a few paces behind.

Mak: This battle is gonna be on the full moon. Present company might have a bit of a problem. Joe’s wondering if you can give him some tips. Things he could do to be less of a threat to his friends and more to his enemies while not spreadin’ the sickness to any of the others. Not fightin’ is an option, but not one that sits well with the Wavestrider.

Tol: Yeah. I certainly have time for that.

Tol’vas stretches and gets to his paws.

Tol: When did you want to start?

Joe: Now.

Tol: Alright.

Joe: Thanks.

Maka: If you are worried about if things go south…

Makasa pulls her cloak back to reveal a dagger.

Maka: I think you and me can make sure things go right. No offense Joe, he’s way stronger than you are.

Silent Joe grunts.

Tol: I was more hoping we could do the subduing without stabbing.

Maka: That stick of yours may help perhaps. But I can handle things if they go crazy.

Tol: Alright. Well I need to make sure we aren’t interrupted by an army?

Maka: Lets go topside. Less people to get in the crossfire.

Tol: And to the Sentinels that are listening, I’d prefer not to get shot–and for him not to get shot.

Joe looks around, and Makasa smirks.

They head out of the grotto, and Tol’vas tries to show him some things. Tol’vas is not a great teacher, and Joe is not a great learner. He has trouble transforming by himself, it seems.

Maka: I believe he’s afraid.

Joe shoots a look at Makasa.

Joe: Don’t want to hurt anyone.

Maka: You’re not gonna hurt any of us, Joe.

Joe shakes his head and grits his teeth, but then deflates.

Voice: I might have something that could help.

An unfamiliar voice calls out, and they see a night elf woman step out of the shadows. She is very slender, with lavender-white skin and dark gray tattoos on her eyes. She has a cowl with strands of bright white hair beneath it.

Joe: Who are you?

Makasa goes for her weapon but doesn’t draw it.

Night: Still, friend. I’m on your side. Stillblade. Lonika Stillblade.

Tol’vas looks completely unsurprised for a moment, but then stops.

Tol: Wait, I know that name.

Lon: I heard you’re quite the fan. Should I clear my schedule for a wedding?

She chuckles and reaches into a pouch on her hip. There are several vials visible, as well as daggers, but she retrieves a small vial with purple powder.

Lon: Catch.

She tosses it to him, and Tol’vas catches it. He squints. It’s powdered wolfsbane–which does not grow in Kalimdor, but it is toxic to wolves and really awful for worgen. It suppresses their instincts with revulsion and can force people out of their transformed state.

According to the notes that Vel had transcribed for him, it could also help control the urge to transform or lose control.

Lon: This should be more than enough to handle the training exercises and the full moon. And I feel like you don’t need it as much as our friend here. Consider this a… thank you.

Tol: What am I being thanked for?

Lon: Isn’t it obvious?

Tol: I’m not known for my deductive skills.

Lon: You made Mira’s day with your kind words. She’s a good friend, and a valuable supplier.

Tol: Well, she was incredibly kind and very helpful.

Lon: And a fantastic cook. Good luck.

Tol: Before you go… why are you so interested in this?

Lon: Call it idle curiosity of an independent kaldorei contractor. You can’t tell me the curse of the worgen isn’t an interesting topic.

Tol’vas is pretty sure that Lonika isn’t a worgen herself, but she seems to have more interest in the topic than just idle curiosity.

Tol: I suppose I owe you a thanks, regardless.

Lon: Thanks is one thing, but, well… continued business is another. The next dose won’t be free.

Tol: Always seems to be a catch.

Tol’vas grumbles.

Lon: I’ll be around. Play nice, boys.

Lonika disappears into the shadows as night elves are wont to do. Makasa folds her arms.

Mak: Are all of your kind this cryptic?

Tol: When you live long enough I think you just become cryptic.

Mak: Fair enough. Well, if the two of you aren’t actually married, I might need to find her again sometime. But, that being said, back to training boys.

She smirks.

Silent Joe grunts in discomfort as he takes a sniff of the wolfsbane, but with its aid, Tol’vas is able to get him into a position that he can be knocked out of his form if he’s unable to take control of it. He’s hardly going to win contests for pristine worgen control, but he can at least make himself sick enough his people brain can fight off the moon brain.

Makasa assures Tol’vas that she will not be far.

—-

Uther had been searching for Liiraluma and he manages to find them at the hovel where artificers and mages are frequently working. They have a bright goldenrod, crystalline arm now, and they seem to be working on the hand of the arm with some amount of frustration.

Uther: Luma? I hope I’m not interrupting anything.

Luma pops off one of of the golden caps on her broken horns, and there is a click as she emits a plasma flame from it.

Luma: What can I do for you tiny yellow Vindicator?

Uth: If you had a moment, I had questions and something perhaps resembling an idea?

Luma raises an eyebrow behind their glasses as they turn all the way around.

Luma: Impress me.

Uther: Well, the device… you called an engine?

Luma: Yes.

Uther: I am, obviously, quite unfamiliar–

Luma: A shame really.

Uther: Yes. My limited understanding tells me this is a device that makes whatever the engine is attached to to go from one place to another very fast.

Luma: You have the rudimentary gist.

Uther: Excellent, that’s what I was hoping. How small could one create such a thing?

Luma drums their fingers.

Lum: Well, with the right components an engine could likely be as small as one wishes. What do you want to put the engine on?

There is a twinkle of interest.

Uth: Well, as not unlike your own Vindicators, I use a hammer when I fight. The goal of the hammer is to create as much force as possible. I don’t have any real problems generating that force, but to have more force I feel would be beneficial in combat. So if we could put an engine on the hammer… does that make sense?

Lum: Does it make sense? Ah ah ah. Look at me.

They point at the prosthetic.

Luma: So you want to… hehehe. Sit.

Luma scoots over and Uther excitedly sits down.

Uth: Ah, yes, absolutely.

Luma’s tail seems to be swaying more.

Luma: We have a number of technologies that allow supplement in armor and weaponry to allow for greater propulsion, but I have seen it on the armor… not the hammer. And even on the armor that was prototype that nobody liked.

Uther’s eyes go huge.

Uth: Why would no one like that?

Luma gets a nasty smile.

Luma: Before I get excited… we are living in a cave in the ground. We have not seen the sun for more than a few seconds. Our ship is crashed. Our resources have been diminished. This would be an undertaking I can do, and may want to do, but this would require–for an engine to be that small and that safe and effective–that would take time. Time I will not have–

Uth: Of course. Of course. I couldn’t imagine… these things I didn’t know they even existed!

Luma: I am so sad for you and everyone else.

Uth: It is fascinating!

Luma: In time, after my arm is done, there will be much recovery to do with the Exodar… but I will think on this, and I will draft a number of things that will require you to do a lot of the legwork. I will be busy.

Uth: I can and will do these things.

Luma: I can and will make it. Uther, right? You have upgraded, tiny vindicator.

Uther: Excellent! If there’s anything I can do for you, let me know.

Luma: perhaps you can push around some boxes seeing Maraad seems quite busy. Give me a few days. I will see what we can come up with. Do you like crystal hammer or metal hammer?

Uth: Oh, I suppose whichever is easier or more practical–

Luma: There is nothing practical about this! We get to pick!

Luma looks excited.

Uth: I’ve never used a crystal hammer before, but I imagine the principle is the same.

Luma: You and your muscley types should… talk to the Vindicators and swing one. That is your homework. That and, I don’t know.

Uth: Yes, yes, absolutely.

Luma: And, though, I will say… I do not know what you do for money. Money is a dumb concept, but a space commune is not for everyone. This will likely be expensive. This whole project. Those expensive materials… time, money, imagination, a lack of practicality… but you will go so fast.

Uth: Thank you so much for your time, Luma.

Luma: Thank you, Uther… tiny vindicator. Both. You can be both.

Uth: I will do the homework!

Luma: Good. You are welcome, and you are thanked.

Uther heads off to talk to some of the vindicators and try out their hammers.

—-

Kor’vas finds Vel on more than one occasion to re-up the seeming, but things seem to be good so far.

More people start to arrive several days later, and among elves, there are also a few dozen tauren. At the head of the group is a recognizable tauren–it’s Baine Bloodhoof. He greets the draenei and night elves with noble bows and attempts at communication.

Baine also recognizes the party.

Bain: I had a feeling you would all be at the heart of this!

Rem: Welcome Baine, it’s good to see you!

Baine: Likewise.

Jarod: Baine. Bain Bloodhoof. Is that really you?

Jarod also joins the group, and Baine’s expression goes wide.

Bain: Jarod Shadowsong! In the flesh! I knew you would be here. When I heard tales of you and your friends standing against corruption, I saw fit to join the cause! It’s all I could do to thank you!

Jar: You’ve gotten very big, my young friend.

Bain: I may have put on a few pounds since then! Anything for the Champion of Mulgore! Full glad am I to fight alongside all you as well! It’ll be good to have more than one evening to know all of you!

Rem: You and your companions are welcome. Thank you for coming.

Bain: Of course. But where are my manners! There are some I want to introduce you to!

Rem: Please!

Another familiar tauren approaches–it’s Muyoh, one of the taurens that they had helped in the Wailing Caverns. He smiles and nods. There is also an older tauren–his fur is graying and and he is carrying a tall staff.

Taurn: Greetings. My name is Hammal Runetotem. I am a druid of the Cenarion Circle. I have come to aid my brothers and sisters to ease the suiffering of the forests. It’s an honor to make your acquaintance, and allow me to extend my gratitude for helping Muyoh and his companions. Without your assistance, I’ve been led to believe many more lives would have been lost.

Voice: Ohhhh! That was you guys!

Another tauren steps out from behind. He’s rather slumpy with roiling locks and there are small twigs in the locks.

Tauren Wowwww! That’s so awesome! Nice to meet you! Me and Muyoh go way back. We learned duridism together and you saved his life, so we’re basically best buds now! My name is Guff Runetotem!

Hammal: My grandchild has come to aid in what ways he can. But they’ve already promised they won’t get into trouble, right Guff?

Guff: Don’t worry, grandfather! I know my limits–-ohhhh! Aren’t you all the cutest things!

His eyes go to the pile of night sabers.

Guff: Oh my, no one told me these precious babies would be here! If you’ll excuse me!

He makes his way through, crooning to the sabers. The dryad with them joins in his crooning.

Hammal sighs.

Voice: Still up to all the old tricks, aren’t they?

A large tauren comes through. He has fiery red hair and intense hair, and he is taller than the elder tauren. He has totems and bone trinkets with a massive totem on his back.

Taur: My name is Muln Earthfury! I am here on behalf of the Earthen Ring!

Rem: Welcome, honored guest!

Muln: I brought skilled shaman to aid, and together the elements and nature will fight as one to cleanse this world of corruption.

Nobundo: It is nice to meet you, lord Earthfury. I have been led to believe that you and I should meet.

Muln: I have been led as well. You must bne the draenei that has heard the voices of the mountains and seas!

Nobun: I believe something like that, yes. It’ll be my pleasure.

Muln: And my honor! Others of the ring are here as well. We would like to hear more of your plight. Wouldn’t you say, elder?

He looks behind him, and they see a much, much smaller figure. They have bright green skin and tattered robes–it’s an ancient murloc with tendrils that look almost like a beard.

He speaks in nerglish.

Morgl [nerglish]: Here we are far from the sea. The plight of the forests and the sea affect all of creation! The tides have turned, and I stand with the Ring in the protection of the earth as well!

Rem: Thank you for coming and for your wisdom, elder!

Voice: Elder Morgl, you almost forgot your walking implement! You wouldn’t want to forget that!

Another murloc comes through, but this one has explorer’s gear–sans the jacket. He seems to be from the Explorer’s League. He has a monocle and a messenger bag.

He talks to Morgl who doesn’t seem to hear him for a moment.

Ser Finnley: My name is Ser Finnley– Wait, I know some of you.

Syeori: Excuse me, pardon me!

Coming from behind the tower of tauren is the rest of the Explorer’s League, including Syeori.

Sy: You guys are here! We just had to see what’s going on here!

Vel: It’s good to see you.

Uth: Likewise.

Li: Yes!

Reno also pushes his way through, and they see another large Pandaren–Strongbo. He nods at Vel but otherwise says nothing.

Li: It is wonderful to see all of you again. We have had quite the adventure, but I’m sure yours have been more exciting–which is saying something given everything we’ve been drug into!

Rem: It is good to see you again. Though we fight not for glory–

Ren: Right! More to make more connections and see the breathtaking cultures!

Ser Finnley adjusts his monocle.

Finn: Reno, is this the one you were speaking of? Large, buxom, white and yellow, and certainly her hair is large enough to get lost within–

Ren: Yes, Finnley, we get it!

Finn: Well, we found her, so you can do that thing you wanted.

Reno: Yes, Finnley, thank you for reminding me in front of everyone.

Li Li: Go on, you can do it!

Reno: Remnii, I did some thinking over our time apart… after speaking with my companions, I realized I did you a great disservice–one I would like to correct.

He starts to tear up a bit.

Reno: I thought about this long and hard, and there’s something I would like for you to have.

He reaches into his bag and produces a small object covered in clothes.

Reno: Please accept this token of gratitude for everything you’ve done for myself and the Explorer’s League!

Remnii looks at Tol’vas with a look of concern, and Li Li and Syeori are giving Reno thumbs up. Tol’vas shrugs, and Remnii gingerly takes the object from the hat that Reno had extended towards her. As she unwraps it, she sees the beautiful crystalline unicorn.

Reno continues to sob and seems to almost faint, ,and Li Li and Syeori catch him as he fans himself with his hat.

Rem: Um. Thank you. Are you sure you’re well?

Syeo: Oh! Don’t worry, he’s fine. This is for the best.

Rem: I was going to point you to the infirmary.

Reno: I would not want to detract from all the hard work going into all of this!

Li Li: Lets get you some water. I think that may be good for you!

Syeo: We’ll handle it, no worries.

Remnii smiles kindly.

Rem: Thank you. I appreciate it greatly.

One of the druids rushes up to the group–Elise Starseeker. She starts to speak to them excitedly, spectacles over her eyes now.

They then hear some laughing.

Voice: After all that, I feel like I won’t be able to live up to quite a colorful introduction.

They see a female tauren who is well-armed and armored with an ornate club that has sigils representing the sun.

Bain: Oh! Sorry! My manners. I nearly–

He clears his throat.

Baine: Aponi Brightmane, the leader of the Sunwalkers.

Apon: Too kind, Baine. Aponi Brightmane at your service. I represent the Sunwalkers, a group of individuals who travel across the Barrens and Muilgore to spread the light of the sun. Anshe is with us this day. I look forward to joining his light to that of Musha’s. And this here is my companion, Tahu Sagewind

A much smaller tauren with white fur and red eyes approaches.

Tah: The pleasure is mine. Representative of the Seers of Anshe. We are few in number, but if we can aid you, I will do everything I can.

He is likely a spiritwalker.

Baine: I can guarantee that your skills will be most invaluable here.

Aponi: You need not concern yourself about me any longer, Baine. But thank you. The journey here was long, I would not mind something to eat!

Rem: Come in!

Baine: I’ll be glad to meet up with all you once we’ve filled our bellies and make preparations for this great battle. May our ancestors watch over us.

Aponi has already made her way over to the doorway to the mansion.

Apon: What strange spellwork…

Baine: Wait for me!

They see one last tauren making his way in–Ravak Grimtotem. He saunters in, keeping a low profile. As he walks by the group he acknowledges them.

Ravak: Consider our debt repaid.

Rem: You honor us.

Seria had popped back to the hold briefly to check in with Riff, and Elissa notes her.

Elissa Cross says: Hey! Do you have a second?
Seria says: Uh… of course.
Elissa Cross says: I have a surprise!
Seria says: Okay.

Elissa grabs Seria’s hand and drags her to the rest of the group.

Elissa Cross says: I’ve been working on some things over the last couple of weeks! And I finally finished up, and I got them done all together so I could give them to you all as a group! Okay. Um. Vel. Seria. Remnii. Uther. Samaara. And Makasa. I need all of you to close your eyes!

Elissa whistles to herself as the group closes their eyes, and she grabs several paintings. Each person has one put in their hands.

Elissa Cross says: Okay. On three! One. Two. Three!

They all open their eyes.

Each of them has a painting. Uther’s is of a starlit night on a mesa. The moon is in the sky above, and there are two figures–looking at each other with smiles on their faces and their hands on each other’s shoulder. It seem to be an image of him and Arthas, reminiscent of their talk in Mulgore. Uther offers a wistful smile, but then has a furrowed brow as he recalls where his father was.

Uther Menethil says: As ever, Elissa, any expectations I could have, you exceed effortlessly.
Elissa Cross says: I’m glad you like it!
Uther Menethil says: I love it.
Elissa Cross says: We’ll save him soon.
Uther Menethil says: We will.

Remnii’s is her and Velen in the moment they had first reunited, tears on their faces and a smiling look of burdens being relieved. There are multi-colored lights similar to those cast by the naaru illuminate the backdrop. Remnii looks at it for a long moment.

Remnii says: It’s beautiful, Elissa. Thank you.

She gives a warm smile and Elissa beams.

Seria’s has her and her mother standing hand-in-hand, their backs facing the portrait. Beyond it are the stacks of technicolored buildings–the glimpse into the Other Side. Her mother is in full color, as she was when she stepped beyond. There is a spiritual imagining of a mother bear and another in the space above them.

Vel’s is her and her mother, their hands pressed flat against each other in an eternal dance–there is a smile of relief on Nirenn’s face. She has color to her, based sort of on Vel’s own color palette–her bright eyes and an illuminating smile, with the flowing silvery-white hair around her.

Vel looks up at Elissa, her hand on her mouth, and she mouths “thank you”--no sound coming out–before she puts her fingers up to her eyes to stop the welling tears from falling.

Makasa’s is her reuniting with her crew, and Samaara’s is her talking with her mother.

Elissa Cross says: You’ve all shown me so much beauty and love. I just had to capture these moments so we could have them together. We’re going to make so many more–for ourselves, each other, and so many more out there. And I want to capture all of them with you. So I hope I did alright.
Velameestra Windrunner says: I think you did more than alright.
Remnii says: They’re beautiful.
Samaara says: It is not often I am speechless, Elissa. Thank you.

Makasa gets up and musses up Elissa’s hair as she puts an arm around her neck.

Makasa Flintwill says: You did good. This is… you’re a good kid, Elissa. Never lose that spark, or I’ll have to chase ya down and shove it back into ya, understand?
Elissa Cross says: I do. I love all you guys. But that’s all I had to say! Thanks!

Vel gets to her feet to hug Elissa, and it rapidly becomes a group hug–which Riff also joins in on.

As Seria is getting her stuff together, Riff looks at the painting.

Riff says: Is this what your mada looks like?
Seria says: Yeah.
Riff says: She’s beautiful!

Seria nods, and Riff gives her a hug before she heads back for the last few days.

Shortly after, Samaara approaches Remnii. She runs over to her quickly and with purpose. She’s smiling, and she pushes her sending stone into Remnii’s hands.

On the other side is a familiar voice. It’s Phaedra.

Phaedra says [sending]: Remnii? Is that really you?
Remnii says [sending]: I hope you’re doing well, Phaedra. We found them!
Phaedra says [sending]: I’m so glad you’re alive! Listen up, that’s it. Two times of me thinking you’re dead is enough. If you do it anymore, we’re going to have serious problems.
Remnii says [sending]: I hope to never do so again.
Phaedra says [sending]: I can’t talk for long, but I’m so glad to hear your voice. Be safe. I’ll see you again.
Remnii says [sending]: We will see each other again. Also, if Dornaa is with you… Dornaa has a brother. Take care of yourself.
Phaedra says [sending]: Wow. I will. Watch out for him. We’ll get this kid a reunion.
Remnii says [sending]: And ourselves one too. I love you.
Phaedra says [sending]: I love you too, Remnii.

Remnii looks up at Samaara with misty eyes.

Remnii says: It was good to hear from her. Thank you, Samaara.
Samaara says: I went as quickly as I could when I found out she was with Azgadaan.

Remnii nods.

Samaara says: It will not be the last time you speak with her.
Remnii says: Of that I am sure.

Remnii offers a hopeful, but somber smile, and Samaara gives her a determined nod.

Remnii says: Samaara… I… things are in motion.

Samaara nods in understanding.

Remnii says: I will let you know.
Samaara says: I don’t think this is a good idea, Remnii, but you already know that. Regardless, when the time is ready, I will be there.
Remnii says: If I don’t make this decision, someone else will make it for me.
Samaara says: I’m with you.
Remnii says: I know. And for that I am thankful.

Samaara takes Remnii’s hands, and Remnii gives it a gentle squeeze.

Tol’vas approaches Muln and Nobundo during the evening–they are speaking over a fire, and Morgl also seems to be sitting nearby and spacing out.

Nobundo says: Greetings, friend. You are the one called Tol’vas, who has traveled with Remnii?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Yes, that would be me.
Nobundo says: I apologize we have not spoken, but things have been busy–as you are aware.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: A lot of us are busy, I’m hardly offended. I was hoping to catch a moment of... Actually, all of your time.

He looks at the other shamans present, and Muln nods.

Muln Earthfury says: There is more room around the fire, my friend, please. All are welcome.

Tol’vas sits down next to the fire.

Muln Earthfury says: Do you drink?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I’ve been known to occasionally.
Muln Earthfury says: Well!

He fills a dush with some sort of liquid.

Muln Earthfury says: This was brewed in the highest vales of Thunder Bluff. You may find it to your liking! It’s said to open one’s mind to the presence of the elements… but it’s also just a very strong drink when sharing the fire with friends.

He chuckles. Tol’vas takes the sip, and it’s very strong–it has a strong scent that could potentially peel paint. He is very careful about how much he drinks.

Nobundo says: You will forgive me for noticing, but the creature you spoke with… it was a beast of thunder and lightning. I had seen you communing on a few occasions.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: Yes, I spoke with his father actually, which is a story in itself. I’m just looking for answers.
Muln Earthfury says: You spoke with one of the wild gods?
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: It wasn’t as uncommon when I was learning.
Muln Earthfury says: So I have heard tales! Yet to hear it said so casually is… impressive. I know that Hamuul had tricks up his sleeve, and the children of Cenarius watch over this place as well. To commune with the spirit of Lo’gosh is no small feat.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I had known him before he passed.
Muln Earthfury says: I see. Well what can we humble servants of the earth and sky do for you, he who walks amongst gods?

Tol’vas takes a second to process the comment.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I suppose I’m in need of a different perspective.

He gives a brief overview of his exchange with Xolotal.

Tol'vas Moonshadow says: And I suppose there wouldn’t be many other people better equipped to learn how to listen to lightning.
Muln Earthfury says: Hmph. That is a quest, though not one that is easily taught. This spirit of Lo’gosh… it was tied to the storm. One of the pillars of creation, as the Earthen Ring believes. Storm, earth, fire, and water–these are the fundamentals that create everything in existence and allow the world to have life breathe within it. Though I have to wonder, the words of this god are as cryptic as they are straightforward. Not to be unexpected. I’m sure you considered this, but he may not be speaking of a literal storm. It’s quite the conundrum.
Tol'vas Moonshadow says: I thought he might not mean things quite literally as that, but it seemed a good place to start.
Muln Earthfury says: A sound plan. Many visions and enlightenments… revelations. Though mired and difficult to digest, those truth come from somewhere. It is as possible that there is storm within the storm, so-to-speak. This is a journey that cannot rightly be done… not for you, at least. Though I’m sure you knew that. Perhaps a bit of wisdom: your people see things differently than ours do. The spirits of the wild–the ancient gods you walked amongst–they are the purest manifestations of the essences of life. But not the only ones. Not to the tauren.

He waves his hands in the air, and magical visions of animals manifest.

Muln Earthfury says: These spirits… they live in many more ways than their greatest manifestations. Lo’gosh lives in every wolf and every full moon and every howl. Likewise does he live in the feeling of the pack, with community, with teamwork and strength… there is Lo’gosh in this.

He gestures to the gathered group.

Muln Earthfury says: In sharing this warmth and drink, and there will be Lo’gosh when it comes time for war. I hope that makes some sense. I believe what I’m trying to say is the answer to this conundrum is closer than you think, but you need to walk a far distance to find it. Learning to find the spirits within the everyday… perhaps that is where the storm truly resides. Or perhaps I’ve had a few more sips than I thought I have.
Nobundo says: You speak wisdom to my ears, friend. I am new to this. But the words you speak sing true. The roaring of the fire, the ebbing and flowing of water, the piercing cry of the wind… it is heard when you least expect it. At least that is my perception.

Morgl opens his eyes and starts to speak in nerglish. Muln looks at him.

Muln Earthfury says: Do you understand what he says?
Nobundo says: I do. I had a chance to speak with a number of his kind. He believes the storm you seek, Tol’vas, may be within yourself. That perhaps to find the storm, you must become the storm.

The murloc looks at Tol’vas with a thousand-yard stare.

Muln Earthfury says: Hmph. I would say you’re wise beyond your years, elder Morgl, but I don’t know if that’s true.

He chuckles, and Morgl looks at him with a small smirk.

Muln Earthfury says: Perhaps there will be more wisdom to be found if we continue to speak, and if we continue to drink! After all, if it Lo’gosh you seek, it is Lo’gosh we shall be.

He passes Tol’vas the drink again. When Tol’vas sleeps that night, he is awakened once by what he thinks is the rumbling of a storm–but the sky is clear.