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Glyllena a posted 11 hours ago
Lena's response to Vastania's side, found here.
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 valuable information.

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)

On the Bodies of Orcs

Kirahti posted Oct 27, 14

The following is taken from a report addressed to Archon Glyllena


-recovered several items of note from the battlefield.  Currently being held for your inspection. 


K’ure naaru-charm

Unidentified black metal armor piece

Unidentified metal miniature saw-blade (OOC note:  PVE, the casters DO shoot those things >.<)

Strange orcish banner with a Draenei medal* pinned to it**, identified to be Warsong


*Medal the type given to Exarchs or higher ranking. 

**Granted due to difficulty status of the PVE mob that was encountered.  (fire burns, friends)

Attention Shadows!

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 information.

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 house).


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 REGARDING THIS.

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 information.

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).


Maeorra a posted Oct 24, 14
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 voluntarily? 

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. 

It 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?