Appearing Characters: Ariok, Arthak Saurfang, Gro Rumblehoof, Havi, Huginn, Koth, Lantresor, Muninn, Nyxxa Murkthorn, Rak'Symma, Rexxar, Seria, Slash Gutspill, Sol'chi, Thisalee Crow, Thura Saurfang, Uglaz, Zar'Kaa, Zuni
December 27th
As the strategy meeting came to an end at the conclusion of the discussion, Arthak expressed he desired to deploy a reply to the assault. Ariok pointed out the Dark Horde the advantage via the turtles, and it was going to be hard to attack them on their home turf, but Arthak said he wanted runners sent to Highmountain to try and recruit the niffen to aid Blackrock tunnelers in pursuing a route underground.
Ariok said it would be done, and he also reported that key supply lines had been identified, which Zar’kaa suggested the Zandali guerilla fighters would be well suited to handle. Ariok also looked to Symma and suggested they could coordinate with the harpy forces, and Symma agreed that they would likely be best suited as couriers.
There was also discussion on redirecting Hooktusk’s forces away from the naga to run interference on the Horde, and it was decided to speak with the captain and see what her assessment was.
Final plans were made going forward until the next meeting, and the group dispersed to take care of anything that needed to be done before they set off the next morning.
Arthak set off to check on the Blacktooth Grin members that had been sent by Rend, and he saw Uglaz and one other member turning away from some sort of disagreement with the guards that were watching over the prisoners. Uglaz saw Arthak and shared a word with his fellow, but Uglaz shook his head.
Uglaz greeted Arthak, who asked if there was any issue going on. Uglaz explained that the guards didn’t want them to speak with their former clanmates as they believed they sought to free them. He didn’t hold any ill will towards them, but he found the situation disappointing as they were ultimately their clansmen once.
Arthak offered to escort them so they could meet with their people, but in return he wanted to speak with them about a matter. Uglaz agreed, and asked what he could do for him.
Arthak Saurfang says: I spoke with your former chieftain recently.
Uglaz says: How did that go?
Arthak Saurfang says: Enlightening. As you have been allowed to observe me and mine to impart your observations to him, if it would not interfere with your duties, I would like your own observations of Dal'rend.
Uglaz says: That isn’t what I expected.
Arthak asked what he was expecting, and Uglaz explained he was more anticipating Arthak pressing them for information such as how they were reaching him and where their true loyalties lay.
Arthak Saurfang says: I seek a different path.
Uglaz says: So you want to know what we think of our old chieftain… both he and Maim were, in a lot of ways, what orcs like you and me were given as examples. Avatars for us good little warriors to fall in the footsteps of. For a long time I looked at them as the ideal. I was one of the first to be born in the Blacktooth Grin. It was… strange. Every other clan has a long history, one that has generations behind it, and yet we found ourselves in a brand new clan that was offshoot by the Warchief. As I came of age and learned what it meant to be a warrior of the Blacktooth Grin, I started to realize it was a lot less like the sculpture that was made for us. Rend and Maim weren’t what we were told. I don’t know if Rend has ever been anything more than his title. He and his brother were always inseparable. They were always hatchets in the Warchief’s belt. Maybe his favorite, but they shared his name and led a clan of his creation. They were his legacy. His last legacy. It seems that legacy became Dal’rend’s weapon, or his armor, depending on how you look at it. I don’t pretend to be his friend, but you get to understand your commander after a time.
Arthak Saurfang says: You do.
Uglaz says: Now, do you think that’s a bad thing?
Arthak Saurfang says: What Rend is?
Uglaz says: Not what he is as far as the specifics, but how he’s led his life clad in armor of his own legacy. I imagine you’re familiar with it.
Arthak Saurfang says: I think had he been given a choice, it could have been something right, if not maybe good.
Uglaz says: I think the only one that gets to choose what’s right and wrong is the Warchief standing at the end. But in a lot of ways, he reminds me of the Shattered Hand. He embedded that weapon in his flesh so deeply I don’t know what would be left if it was removed.
Arthak Saurfang says: Yet if there was someone that lived more freely than Kargath Bladefist, I have yet to meet them.
Uglaz says: But Kargath chose to take his hand, didn’t he?
Arthak Saurfang says: Yes he did. Why do you think he sent you to me?
Uglaz says: Because we volunteered.
Arthak Saurfang says: I would like to ask why, but first, you volunteered, but he still sent you to do this.
Uglaz says: He approached a number of us among his more trusted officers. He mentioned the opportunity, and that whoever delivered the message would stay here indefinitely. Joining your Horde. The two of us agreed. As for why we volunteered? It’s because we believe what you’re doing is right. The old Warchief lost his way a long time ago. While I would have followed Rend to hell and back… he fights for a regime that would lead our people to destruction. I can only imagine it’s a complete nightmare on the other side. We at least had crates of supplies to bring… but they are scrambling. With powerful allies, yes, but then what? What would their endgame be? Slay you and hope everyone falls in line? I saw your speech, Arthak, the conviction with which you spoke and others felt. If Rend were to kill you and lay claim, how many Arthaks and Garroshes would pop up? And if they killed Rend, how many Rends would rise? We don’t know a world before the Horde. It is our life now, and here on this world, I don’t think we stand a chance unless the Horde sticks together. Right now, I’m betting on you. So that’s why I volunteered.
Uglaz’s comrade gave a nod of agreement.
Arthak Saurfang says: I agree, and that’s why I’m hoping there will maybe only be one Warchief standing when this is done.
Uglaz says: I hope it’s you.
Arthak Saurfang says: It will be me. But I am looking to keep Rend alive regardless.
Uglaz says: Why?
Arthak Saurfang says: As you said. How many more times must we tear each other apart. I intend for this to be the last time.
Uglaz says: Fair enough.
Arthak Saurfang says: I am very tired of killing my own people. I think I’ve killed more orcs than I’ve killed anything else.
Uglaz says: That is how it always seems, isn’t it?
Arthak escorted Uglaz and his cohort into the prison. Koth looked up and saw them. Uglaz crossed his arms.
Koth says: Well. If it isn’t Uglaz. Shame. I was hoping to see you during the fight. I wouldn’t have minded to kill you myself.
Uglaz says: Not this time, old friend, not this time.
The two of them spoke for a bit, and it seemed that they were good friends. Koth was also one of the people that Rend had asked to go over to Arthak’s Horde, but he had refused. Arthak watched them for a bit.
Arthak Saurfang says: Koth. Nice shooting.
Koth sneered.
Koth says: It’ll take more than that to get my juicy secrets, if that’s what you’re trying for.
Arthak Saurfang says: It was just a compliment. No. Secrets or otherwise, that’ll be these two’s responsibility..
Uglaz says: Are you sure about that? I don’t think your officers would appreciate that.
Arthak Saurfang says: If they have concerns, they can come to me, and we will discuss it. But there will be one Horde when this is done. I’d rather it not be built on piles of bodies again.
Zar’Kaa took time to look over his spear and he asked what had changed about it. As he examined the spear, he sensed Bru’kan had not returned, but something about the space inside had changed. Something familiar had grown inside Rokul Kaz. It was something angry, because that something was something deeply attached to Zar’Kaa himself. But whatever abilities had returned had come with a cost.
The weapon had become cursed by whatever power he had allowed to flow into it, and he could tell the nature of the curse, and the detrimental effects of it. The bloodletting it unleashed was shared by its wielder. He nicked his hand, and he saw the wound bleed far more than it should have.
His teeth clenched as he recalled the natural regeneration of his people that he had been denied.
Zar’Kaa opted to take the spear to Sol to get his advice, and he quickly explained everything that he had found about it. Sol considered for a moment, and he was able to tell it was a further manifestation of the fel magics that Zar’Kaa had been tapping into.
Sol'chi says: Well. Sometimes, the fel is like an uncontrolled beast and… it seems it moved in. What do you want to do with this currently? What do you want to do with it?
Zar'Kaa says: I don’t mind the pain. What I don’t want is for this power to take control of me. I don’t want what happened with Ruven to happen again.
Sol was able to assess that it wasn’t a risk as long as Zar’Kaa didn’t lose control of his power, but it appeared that an aspect of Zar’Kaa’s power manifested in this way because the doorway was opened to it.
Zar'Kaa says: Just when I thought I was figuring it out…
Sol'chi says: No one does.
Zar'Kaa says: What do you think is the best route forward? Stop using the power? Using it in a different way?
Sol'chi says: The power will be there, but it’s really up to you. If you want the power to be under your control? You have one thing to conquer.
Sol poked Zar’Kaa in the chest and stared him in the face.
Sol'chi says: And that’s yourself. Deep surges of emotion can really mess things up. I’ve seen people throw things away because they couldn’t handle the moment, and that’s what this is. That’s what your spear represents.
Zar'Kaa says: How the hell do I do that? How do I take control of myself?
Sol'chi says: I don’t know. That’s a question more suited for people who have been around longer than me. But I know if I don’t keep hold of myself, the world around me will shatter, and I need to hold on. But anyway! I need some sleep.
Zar'Kaa says: …Yeah. Yeah, thanks. I’ll see if I can get any sleep tonight.
Sol'chi says: Take care. I hope you can find someone that can help you out.
Zar'Kaa says: Well I had one. But I told him to fuck off.
Sol'chi says: Well, you can reach out and apologize. Unless he’s fully gone, but… well, you won’t know if you check. You’ve got a bunch of friends Zar’Kaa. Nothing’s dead until… well. I can’t even tell anymore. Things have a tendency of coming back.
As if put the perfect allegory into motion, Sol heard something and he looked up just in time to hop out of the way. A piece of metal slammed into the earth just where he was a second ago. It was the helmet from his old cursed suit of armor.
Sol started to laugh.
Zar'Kaa says: Are… congrats in order?
Sol'chi says: Huh. That’s a helmet from my old armor. Cursed item, but it’s hear now I guess. Well, I’m going to put that away.
Sol cooled the helmet down and stashed it away.
Seria went to find Zuni, who excitedly greeted her. He asked if she was done with warband stuff, and Seria said it seemed like it.
Zuni says: Good, then I hope you don’t mind if I borrow you for the night! There are some great vistas around here.
Seria nodded shyly, and Zuni took her hand.
Zuni says: I can’t get over earlier! You really surprised me after the fight, you know.
Seria says: I wanted to apologize, I don’t know what came over me…
Zuni says: Apologize? What for? You don’t think you scared me or something, do you? Seria, that was adorable! I don’t think I’ve seen you get that excited before, it was cute! I know we’re just sorta getting to know each other, but I’m never gonna judge you for getting happy or mad or crying or anything, as long as you don’t for me! That’s pretty fair, yeah?
Seria blushed.
Zuni says: Wait here, just one second! I want to grab a few things, it’s a bit of a hike! One second!
Zuni hurried off, and Nyxxa happened to walk by.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Oh, Seria, I wanted to catch you before you headed off.
Seria says: What?
Seria was still blushing.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: It won’t be long! I just wanted to let you know the rooms are soundproof!
Nyxxa smiled and strolled away, and Seria stammered as she watched her walk away, completely confused. Nyxxa patted Zuni’s shoulder when he returned as she passed. Zuni spun around and waved Nyxxa goodnight before he turned back to Seria, who was even more red.
Zuni says: Ready to go?
Seria says: Y-yeah. Lets go.
Zuni says: I think it’s gonna be a dark night tonight, so it should be a beautiful view!
Symma headed into Sol’s conjured manor and she took the opportunity to just explode various things in the rage room. Rexxar caught her as she left, smoke billowing out of the rage room.
Rexxar says: Rak’Symma, it is good to see you. Do you feel better?
Rak'Symma says: Unfortunately, no. But it’s good to see you too.
Rexxar says: Unfortunately Nisha is not here, or she would have been glad to allow you to rest with her.
Rak'Symma says: Thank you for letting me borrow her. I’m sorry for taking her from you.
Rexxar says: Her wings will take her far, our paths will cross. But take heart. You are doing good work here. Even the eagles sing your praises.
Rak'Symma says: The eagles aren’t who I’m worried about.
Rexxar chuffed.
Rexxar says: There are always more that need to be worried about, but that is for tomorrow. You should rest. Or I’ll be forced to inform Thisalee.
Rak'Symma says: Since you’ve been gone, you’ve left that all to her. She’s doing her best. I have a favor to ask.
Rexxar’s brow raised.
Rak'Symma says: You’ve been here for a bit. Have you scouted a place where you’ll rest?
Rexxar says: Where I lay my head is home. I’ll find a rock to act as a pillow. There are injured that use the beds, I have no need.
Rak'Symma says: Maybe we can find a place together?
Rexxar says: Perhaps. I believe your friend is looking for such a place, if you want, I’ll join you if you don’t mind my presence.
Rak'Symma says: I’ve missed it.
Rexxar says: Very well. We will need three rocks then.
He grinned at his bad joke, and Symma smiled at him.
Arthak headed back up the hill toward Havi’s camp and nothing but the stars and the thin smile of the Blue Child lit his path. Havi had allowed his fire to burn low, and he smiled at Arthak as the orc approached. Arthak had brought a bottle of grog with him, and Havi smiled and welcomed him in.
Havi says: And he has come with an offering?
Arthak Saurfang says: It is not. It doesn’t do to come to someone else’s fire without a gift.
Arthak sat down next to the fire and packed his pipe. Havi said that they would have to finish it before the morning, and he took a sip from it. He offered it back to Arthak, who also took a drink.
Havi asked what stories he would like to hear, as he had been around the mountain many times and knew many stories, of both gods and men.
Arthak Saurfang says: My first thought is all of them, but that is greedy. If we are going to be taking the trials of your people, then I would know of them. I’ve been tested by the principals of the ancient lands I hail before,
Havi says: To know the Tideskorn is to know the vrykul, and to know the vrykul is to know our gods. There are many to account. In the ancient times before the world shook and crumbled, the vrykul shared to the far corners of this world. They flew many banners. They went by many names. Some of them forgot their gods, others found different gods, but those here are called the vrykul. They are not the only ones. There are more vrykul scattered across the seas, even to the lands to the north in the cradle where the gods once looked upon this world. But those who live here are known as the Tideskorn, and the tale of where they got their name is perhaps one for later this evening, but to know the vrykul is to know our gods. Tell me… what have you heard of the gods of the vrykul?
Arthak said he knew some, namely that of Odyn, called All-Father, Watcher, and Keeper.
Havi says: Yes, he is these things and more. He is the father of the pantheon, both figuratively and literally. He is a god of the forge, of storms, of warriors, and it is his children, his family, his subordinates, who took his blades, wisdom, cunning, intellect, warfare, and forged them into weapons of their own. Some are related but stone, others in spirit. The All-Father is who you seek, it is he who watches over these lands from the Halls of Valor, Valhallas. It is there he gathers a great army, an immortal force of golden warriors know as the Valarjar. The vrykul seek an honorable death. To die in battle, sot hat honor and glory can be taken to the halls and be tested by the All-father and one day join the Valarjar. It is the duty of the val’kyr to ferry the souls of the worthy to those halls. It is a place of battle and revelry, and elysium field where the mead never stops flowing. There the valarjar prepare for the wars to come, but I do not wish to spoil it all, for should you prove yourselves worthy, you’ll gaze on Valhallas, and perhaps you can tell me what you fought. Perhaps I too will see it with my own eye. Or perhaps I will simply meet you there. These bones aren’t getting younger.
He chuckled.
Arthak said that he felt some kinship between the ways of the vrykul and the orc, and Havi agreed that there were similarities in what he had seen, and perhaps one day the orcs would fight alongside the Valarjar in the wars to come.
However, Arthak got the sense there was a caveat there that Havi was not sharing.
Arthak Saurfang says: I can sympathize with the understanding to prepare for the wars that come next.
Havi says: Wise Odyn always seeks the future. It was said he sacrificed his left eye for that very reason, so that he might hear into the future and defy death itself.
Arthak Saurfang says: Strange. I sacrificed mine to understand the present.
Havi says: Then perhaps you will find much in common with the All-Father.
Arthak Saurfang says: Even before the Aegis entered our list of priorities, I intended to seek him out. I believe there are questions I have that he may have answers.
Havi says: You have a mastery of runes of your own people. It did not go unnoticed when I saw you take to the battlefield. Hard to miss, you were. Perhaps he will know something. Yet another reason for you to prove yourself so that you might stand in his presence. But every clan of vrykul holds the gods, some more or less than others. There is Freya, Odyn’s partner. She who is the wanderer who leaves emerald in her wake. And there are their sons, Thorim, he who is called the Stormlord, and Loken, who inherited his father’s wisdom and foresight, a builder and a shaper and a planner. There are but some of the many. To tell you all of their stories would take more than one night. The lord of winter, Hodir, Mimiron the great crafter, Arcaedus the forgemaster, Tyr the hand of justice… Eyir, queen of the val’kyr. To know them is to know the vrykul, and learning of them would be most wise on your journey here.
Arthak Saurfang says: That is wisdom I seek to cultivate.
Havi says: But while you travel this land, there is one other you should know of. A goddess of great power, great and terrible. She is known as Helya. Mother of the underworld. Called sea witch by those who she scorned. She seeks to deny Odyn his great warriors. Her servants, the Helarjar, a mockery of the Valarjar, seek to draw the valorous into acts of depravity so she could drag their souls into the depths of her realm. She may seek to bar your path.
Arthak Saurfang says: Not the first god to do so.
Havi laughed.
Havi says: Then I suppose you should be fine! Steer clear of Tideskorn harbor. It is a dark place, one that has turned its back on the gods a long time ago. Those who dwell within see not but Helheim in the future. Luckily, your journey should not take you to that dark place.
Arthak Saurfang says: Should not.
Havi says: Should not.
Arthak Saurfang says: Is there a tie between Helya and Skovald?
Havi says: I cannot say. I know only he has made dark bargain with those who wield the fel. But if he seeks the Aegis, I would not put it past him to sink to such depths.
Arthak Saurfang says: Such is the path of power. But not strength.
Havi says: Wise words. Allow me to tell you tales of both.
Havi launched into stories well into the night, and Arthak also exchanged tales of his people, starting with the Breakers.
December 28th
The next morning, Symma woke up to Huginn and Muninn roosting nearby, and Sol invited them into the manor for food, though they did not enter because of the presence of elves inside. Seria cast [Wind Walk] over the group, and they prepared to set off along with Zuni, Lantresor, Thisalee, and Thura.
Thura Saurfang says: Uh… is this supposed to be happening?
She looked concerned as her body started to discorporate.
Sol'chi says: No. Oh, no, not at all–
Arthak Saurfang says: Sol! Stop trying to scare my cousin!
They took off over the mountains and before long they reached a pine forest mesa of greens, reds, oranges, and chartreuse. There was a massive city built amongst the trees, and flocking amongst the city were dragons with tack and barding, indicating they carried riders.
The dragons were similar in size to a typical drake or young dragon, but they didn’t seem to match any of the dragon colors the group had seen before. Their silhouettes also had a sharp, angular lower jaw, and they appeared to crackle with lightning.
However, they continued to fly north over the amber sea of trees. In the distance, Symma noted eagles ridden by a tauren hunting party, and it seemed they were a smaller clan under the protection of the Skyhorn scouting further from the main tauren territory. Symma recognized them as the Galehoof tribe. She recalled that during the winter they tended to travel lower down the mountain to follow game during the hard parts of the year.
They heard thunder in the distance as a storm began to roll in after the group.
Huginn and Muninn, who Sol had included in the telepathic bond, heckled the group the entire time as they directed the group where they needed to go.
Before long, they came to a valley that was littered with massive weapons impaled in the ground. They were larger than even the vrykul could wield, and beyond the Valley of the Sword was stonework that went back to ancient times. There was a massive seat there, and camped in front of it in the valley that led back to the Valley of swords was a shu’halo camp and a drogbar camp that appeared to be in the midst of an argument. The tauren appeared to be a lesser tribe that operated under the Bloodtotem, and the drogbar appeared to be the Mightstone, who had close relations to the Understone, which were the people Dargrul was from.
As the group started to manifest, both camps drew weapons. The leader of the drogbar pointed.
Drogbar Leader says: Another one of your tricks, Rumblehoof? I’m not going to fall for it!
A grizzled, chocolate-brown tauren warrior stood at the head of the tauren.
Gro Rumblehoof says: My tricks? Don’t make me laugh, Slash.
The groups surrounded the clouds as they fully formed, and Slash demanded to know what they were doing there. Arthak said they were friends of the Bloodtotem and the Underking.
Gro Rumblehoof says: Ha, Bloodtotem, friends of outsiders? Likely story.
A brave cleared his throat and whispered to Rumblehoof, who demanded to know why he wasn’t told sooner. Sol asked if anyone else was out of the loop, and Slash confirmed they knew what happened.
Slash Gutspill says: What, do you think we’re living under a rock?
They all laughed.
Slash Gutspill says: Leave it to rock-for-brains to not get the memo!
Gro Rumblehoof says: Say one more word–
Arthak Saurfang says: Peace.
Gro Rumblehoof says: Peace? Peace!? Whatever happened in Highmountain doesn’t matter here. I seek the Aegis myself, and if you are a contender, that makes you my enemy, just as much as this brute here!
Arthak Saurfang says: You seek to present yourself to Yotnar, yes? To begin that journey?
Slash scoffed and said no one came here to do anything else, but apparently Yotnar wasn’t where he was supposed to be, and they had sent people to look for him, but they hadn’t returned. And that appeared to be the source of the argument, and they were blaming each other for their missing people.
Sol suggested it could have been the Legion that had caused their people to go missing. It immediately launched into an argument again, and the warband tried to get the two groups to calm down by rationalizing that until they found Yotnar nothing could be done about the Aegis. It seemed to have gotten through to them, and the two camp leaders ultimately called a temporary truce.
The two leaders introduced themselves formally as Gro Rumblehoof and Slash Gutspil, and the warband also exchanged their own names. Sol, Seria, and Symma scanned the groups for anyone that seemed to be a plant, and they didn’t see anyone.
Arthak pressed the leaders for information, and they gave some, but it was clear they were hiding some info. Gro admitted that he had sent his people to spy on Gutspil, and Slash also admitted he had sent his people to sabotage Rumblehoof’s camp. Arthak ordered them to back up to the camps so that those with tracking skills could take a look at the area.
Zar’Kaa, Symma, and Sol promptly went to work as they picked up the tracks of the prior night. Arthak watched as Zar'Kaa followed the tracks towards the seat and the cavern beneath, and then he suddenly heard a discordant sound of warning.
Arthak hurled an axe after Zar’Kaa as a warning. It hurled past Zar’Kaa into the chamber, and suddenly three lights in the chamber alighted and connected, disintegrating the axe into a pile. Zar’Kaa stopped inches before it, and he looked back at Arthak.
Zar'Kaa says: Good throw.
He took a few steps back. It appeared the origin points of the beams were the eyes of ancient vrykul statues.
Arthak Saurfang says: …Mystery solved. Slash, Gro, I believe we figured out what happened to your men. My condolences.
Arthak directed them to the mouth of the chamber.
Zar'Kaa says: They walked into a trap.
Nyxxa summoned an unseen servant to send in, and it was immediately dispelled.
Arthak Saurfang says: If you remember from the Doomhammer, these are not trials you outsmart.
He heard another sound. It almost sounded like a muffled voice, but he could not hear what it was saying. It seemed to be in distress.
Arthak Saurfang says: But I suspect Yotnar might be in trouble. Skovald passed his test. We definitely know his allies. They would attempt to prevent anyone else from following. This might be a rescue mission now.
They continued to look around the entry to the chamber, and Arthak theorized that it was possible you had to announce yourself when you entered to bypass the eyes. Effectively prove your worth before Yotnar even saw you.
Sol took a note of some of the stones nearby to see if anything was recently broken, and he saw the broken foot of a statue, and Symma looked at the seat to try and find any indication that it moved in some way.
Zar’Kaa said that it could be that you had to walk into the situation blind, and he grabbed a blindfold. Zuni asked him what he doing, and Zar’Kaa just asked Zuni to maybe say some prayers to Bwonsamdi to apologize for how he was over the years.
Zar’Kaa and Arthak decided to go in together, and Arthak recited his names.
Arthak Saurfang says: I walk my path, and destiny cleaves to my design. I am Arthak Saurfang, son of Broxigar. Son of Tlanth.
Zar’Kaa declared he had been known as cursed one by his people, and he relayed his own story before he announced his name and also stepped through.
Nyxxa pulled out the wisdom ball and asked if the two of them were going to die. The ball replied “absolutely”. Nyxxa tried to get the two to stop as Sol tried to remote access into some sort of terminal, which seemingly was supposed to dispense the test, but it didn’t seem to be working.
Zar’Kaa and Arthak stepped in, blinded, and they immediately heard a whirring noise. Zar’Kaa immediately jumped out and managed to counterspell one beam. Arthak also pulled out in a hurry, his armor smoking from the blast.
Nyxxa was shaking, and she walked up to Arthak, uncharacteristically rattled.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: How DARE you almost make me go through that again.
Arthak Saurfang says: I thought I understood the test. I was wrong.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I know. I know. But…
She took a deep breath.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: I need a moment.
Lantresor furrowed his brow.
Lantresor says: I don’t think you are… incorrect. At the moment of you stepping in, the statues made a reaction. I saw it. Something happened. But there’s something we’re missing.
Arthak Saurfang says: So not right enough then.
Zar'Kaa says: We gave it a shot. You’re still here.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: Can we please not jump into these things? I know it’s a trial, but this needs to be thought through more.
Seria says: You need to not be throwing your lives away unless you know what you’re doing.
Nyxxa Murkthorn says: This was deadly. If you weren’t you, you’d be dead, and even if you are… I need a walk.
Nyxxa turned and left.
Rak’Symma tried to use [Divination] to get the instructions for the trial. It seemed something broken had to be put back together.
Meanwhile, Sol cast [Identify] on the broken foot, and he realized it wasn’t an object. It was part of a creature, and the creature was not dead.
Sol'chi says [telepathic bond]: Uh, guys, the dismembered foot isn’t dead.
