Lena’s mouth was hanging open as she looked at Vastania. The Hand was dismissing her? The nastily growing motherly impulse she had been developing recently tugged at her heart. She tamped it down, taking a deep breath and looking at the Triumvirate. These were the men who’d ordered the investigation, who’d kept her people on the run for months, who sent the Investigators. She glanced sidelong at Vastania again. She wasn’t as much of a threat these days. In fact, she looked fairly broken with this new round of news.
They had arrived the previous night, Lena scribbling notes for Kirahti and broadcasting a message to the Shadows. The vindicator escorted Lena to Stormshield, to take the Alliance portals to Stormwind, but they found that the draenei from their world had managed a portal to the Exodar. Lena and her companion slept at the inn, resting up, bathing, and dressing for the impending judgement. And the Triumvirate had summarily dismissed Vastania, simply for … doing her job? Vas had followed the Shadows through the portal, spent months, now, working along side them, reluctant to actually join them because of the conflict of interest with her original mission. But there was hope, now…
Lena lifted her chin. The three men before her she had rarely, if ever, encountered on official business. Maeorra had been the one to deal with them, pleading with the Hand to allow Shadows to form, checking in with them to give updates on their work. Her insides trembled for a moment. She was still not great at this.
“Whatever you believe Vastania’s vendetta against the Aldor is - I can assure you: their sanctions on the Shadows were out of line, beyond reasonable. We were restricted to our quarters on Aldor Rise, no one in and out, and our magics were tracked. Vanfaalus had his own vendetta against us.”
The men looked amongst themselves, and as they made to speak, Lena raised a hand, silencing them. “But all that is far beyond the point. You have had us under investigation for far too long, and for the wrong reasons. You know as well as I do that Maeorra acted alone. You know her character, after all, she was the one to come to you. If there was anything that would have put all of us at risk, she would not have done it.” Her voice was clear and strong, despite her knees going weak. She wasn’t done yet.
“You speak of Vastania returning to you with her tail between her legs, but if the three of you would get your tails out of your asses, you would see that the work to be done, in the name of our people, in the name of the Alliance, is now on this other Draenor. We did not flee. We did not escape justice. We lost a leader and a dear friend, and you accuse us of not living up to our responsibility. We are the ones on the ground, we are the ones doing the work that you yourselves will not touch. When you finally come around and get yourselves through that portal, you will see: There is still work to be done, with or without you, and I am tired of your vendetta against us, and against your own investigator!”
Lena’s last words rung around the crystal chamber, and the stony faced men did not so much as twitch a tendril. She took a deep breath, her own face growing hard, “Our affiliation with you is finished. We had your permission to form, and do work that you would not touch, but it is clear to me now that our paths are far too divergent. You may be hellbent on staying on this “righteous” track, but we are through. I withdraw the Shadows from your purview, including any financial, supply, or personnel support. We have long been working on our own, and we are more than happy to be officially independent.”
Lena glanced at the vindicator at her side who was looking pale and shaken. “Vastania has an open invitation to officially join our ranks and continue the work she has been doing on Draenor.”
She nodded at the other woman, then, giving one more look to the Triumvirate:
"This is over. We are finished here."
She turned on a trembling leg and stalked out of the chamber.
With the loss of their leader and the Iron Horde’s defeat at Karabor,
the Shadowmoon orcs have found themselves being pushed into a corner.
The draenei of Shadowmoon Valley-along with their otherworldly kin and
the help of the Alliance-are all too keen to hand what’s left of the orc
clan a crippling defeat.
But there is a small group of Shadowmoon orcs that refuse to give up
the fight. Lead by an orc named Kelak, they continue their void-magic
rituals and continue their raids for sacrifices-but instead of just
snatching any draenei, they seem to be targeting specific ones.
Asked to help, the Shadows tracked a party of raiders to an
encampment. There they found the missing draenei were being killed and
drained of their blood. But not for rituals involving the void.
Instead these draenei were killed for an entirely different gift-the
affinity with Draenor’s elements that they possessed. Desperation has
resulted in the Shadowmoon orcs trying to regain the blessings taken
away by the elements. Now they have learned that they can regain what
they have lost by unholy magic, using the blood of would-be and current
shaman to help them break and control the elemental forces. They were
able to save two sisters from a grim fate that night, and collect
The Shadows then learned of another set of raiders was threatening
Embaari Village. Not wanting to take any chances, they launched a quick
attack against the raider camp and were successful (though there was an
explosion or two). Able to gather more information in the form of
orcish plans (and one captive), the Shadows were successful. But they
were once again witness to the brutality that their other kin were being
put through-finding jars and vials filled with blood and body parts.
The threat is clear. These Shadowmoon must not be allowed to
continue with their crimes-both against draenei and the elements. But
with one captive in their grasp and a rough translation of the papers
they found, it seems as if this gruesome plan has made it out of
Shadowmoon. Finding Kelak and stopping his fellows is now a priority…
(Shadowmoon Tango continues Jan 18th at 8 server with the event The Refugee Orphan)
A few pieces of information for anyone involved/wanting to be involved with RP I will be running this week!
A. Please remember that Watcher Maeorra’s funeral rites will be held
November 1st at 8 PM server in Surwich! (8 PM CST/9 PM EST/6 PM PST).
If there is anyone outside of the guild who would like to come
watch/say goodbye, you are welcome to do so, please contact me for
B. In that same vein, Maeorra’s body is available for viewing for
the rest of the week. This is an OPEN INVITE for anyone in the guild or
friends to RP out a visitation in the game/SoA Fourms. If you also
want, you can write it out and post it on tumblr. Tag either ‘kirahti’,
‘maeorra’ or ‘shadows of argus’. Maeorra’s body is being housed in the
small building just after the windmill in Surwich. (single story
Now, this next bit’s quite important. It regards any pre-WoD plot
that is currently starting/about to start up/currently running.
A. As stated last night, Xeula is wanting to run the pre WoD
ingame-event ICLY. Anyone who is interested needs to contact her.
Currently it’s not connected to what I’ll be running starting tonight
(and possibly for the next two weeks).
B. There is an OPEN INVITE for anyone who participated in last
night’s roleplay/tonight’s roleplay to go off and do your own thing with
your character (rp in game/forums/tumblr posts) with the
information/whatever is found tonight. BUT, THERE ARE SOME RULES
1. If your character continues to search the Dark Portal battlefield
and continues to find trophies on Iron Horde bodies every so often,
they must be GENERALIZED draenic items. NO MAJOR SPECIFICS. DO NOT
SHOW UP WITH ‘OH, I FOUND THE SIGNET RING OF THE PROPHET’ OR ‘I FOUND A
BRACER OF YRELS’ OR ‘OH, I FOUND A MAP OF KARABOR’. NO.
2. BE CAREFUL. We don’t know fully what the hell is going on at the
Dark Portal yet. We can only guess and jump to conclusions based on
what is presented to us in game/current lore. I know this is going to
be difficult considering we’re two weeks out (and desperation is
starting to set in, I know, I’m in the same boat with you all), but we
just have to hold on. Remember we’re working with generalized
3. Use the power of your character’s memory. These two weeks are a
perfect time for your toon to rack their brains over what’s going on.
(also a perfect time to start getting any ideas for WoD finalized). Did
they lose somebody to the orcs (an automatic given, I know). How badly
do they want revenge? Are they willing to just go ‘fuck everything, I
don’t want to see what happened to our people ever happen again’ and
throw themselves blindly into the portal? Are they going to prepare
themselves? Write out wills? Spend time with loved ones if possible?
4. If you want your character searching the bodies of dead
orcs-please do not have them continually find trophies on every single
one. No. That doesn’t wash, and doesn’t make sense. Nor that every
single day they go out there be a blazing success. Restraint is key.
5. Ideas for generalized draenei trophies are: Vindicator tokens
(symbols of respective naaru/badges/medals), rosaries (like the two that
were found last night), odd bits of jewelry/crystals, weaponry (again,
restraint! A dagger/small mace/knife/what have you), small prayer
charms, tail/tendril rings,etc. If you want to get a bit more gruesome,
teeth/fingers/tendrils/hooves…eyes…(I ask a bit of moderation on the
gore level if you’re going to show this to the guild on a whole).
Communicators vibrated and pinged all over Azeroth - even a few abandoned in Shattrath and Outland.
Lena’s message was short, but urgent:
"Your communicators have been updated with hearthstones to
Surwich. Be sure to bring your remaining supplies, and keep close watch
over new members or noncombatants who may not have communicators. We
will gather in the inn there. The Hand has agreed to take over the
investigation. Light guide you."
Lena had set hoof in Surwich’s abandoned soil a half hour prior.
Krastos would be arriving soon with the rest of their belongings. She
searched the small town, the few main buildings, and found them
deserted: no people, no bodies, no belongings, nothing, save
dilapidated buildings. It felt strange.
The last time she had been here, the Devilclaw had been gathered here,
apparently for quite some time. Surwich had made sense when Lena
decided on it, since the Devilclaw might be around to offer some refuge
and protection if necessary. Had she missed something when they came to
Fortune Telling the last few times? Did they move? Was it forceful or
Either way, the town was deserted. The Dark Portal was active again,
and in a strange way. Once they were together again, they would
investigate. Lena nodded to herself, her heart warming at the thought.
Lena entered the musty inn, sitting just inside the door, dust
scattering as she lowered herself onto the floor, spiders and rats
skittering away. She worked with her communicator, updating
hearthstones and sending the coordinates out to members.
When the message was sent, she sat quietly, concentrating hard. A
mental tally had started tabulating in her mind. Hadeon had not been
among them as they escaped. Zimina. Zrimgor. Mosur. Were there
others? Lena squinted and reached further. Kyssandrith. Lenneth.
Veri’s sister, Keialaar, was it? How many others had not made it
through? To those she could, she attempted to reach out to their
minds. A brief message: Surwich, might or might not make it to them.
would certainly not make it to Kyssandrith. But she had an unsecured
communicator. Would it be enough? Lena rubbed her sweaty hands on her
robe anxiously. Her hand shook around her communicator. Would they
have to go back to Shattrath to rescue their own people?