This week’s RP Spotlight comes from Cenarion Circle’s Dyone.
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This week’s RP Spotlight comes from Cenarion Circle’s Dyone.
Click here to read the full story on the forums.
I’d like to start showcasing some of the stories that players come up with. If you’d like to be featured, DM me on Twitter or comment and point me towards your tale!
To start with, I ran across one from a guild mate of mine, Cri from Warcraftier on Cenarion Circle. I realize it was posted some time ago, but I’d love to know what happened. Maybe I’ll poke them and see if they can let us know.
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“You cannot help those that don’t wish to be helped, you know. People cannot see their flaws if they have no desire to see them in the first place,” he told her sternly.
The night elf meant well, but she was still conflicted.
“But it goes against my nature not to try and help.”
Elcinryge pulled off his mask and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Your nature is killing you here, but there are other places that could benefit from your attention. They will have to put the pieces back on their own in their own time. But you and I? We can still fight against the Legion. If we do that, in our own way, we’ll still be protecting them. It is the bigger threat than the one they pose to themselves.”
The Worgen looked at the weapons before her. A pair of daggers. A pair of fist weapons shaped like giant bear paws. A staff carved into the shape of an owl with its wings spread wide. And a large scythe that glowed like the moon. With a pained look, she reached out a clawed hand and lightly touched the staff. Before she could dwell too much on the pulsing energy flowing from nature that hummed within the wood, she quickly wrapped up the weapons save the scythe into a blanket and tied it shut. It would be a long journey and she couldn’t afford to lose them.
Grabbing the scythe, she turned back to the Night elf. Elcinryge flashed her a grim smile before pulling his hood back down. Baring her teeth in a cruel smirk she nodded.
“You’re right. It’s time to focus on the Broken Shore. What happens to Suramar City and it’s Citizens after the fall of the Nighthold will have to be up to the Nightfallen and the residents of Suramar. We can’t do it for them. To the next adventure.”
(7.2 tomorrow! Who’s ready?!)
Originally posted 12/24/2014, I figured it was time for a repost. Maybe this year I’ll write a Winter Veil aftermath story. Enjoy! -Silent
“‘Twas the night before Winter Veil and all through the hall,
Not a guild mate was stirring, well no, not quite all.
The shoes were all stowed carefully out of reach of cat,
In hopes that the fund for guild repairs would stay intact.
Bear had hidden away for a slumber so deep,
While the Druid lady had pints with Shait in the keep…”
“Silent that isn’t how that is supposed to go,” the elf laughed at the worgen.
Silent peered at her friend as Shait struggled to get her laughter under control. “Well, it’s close and fits, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose,” she replied, thoughtfully. “No Winter Veil cheer this year?”
The worgen took another sip of her ale and shook her head. “I find myself longing for a day to myself, but I cannot get away. All these new friends we’ve made, they won’t leave the garrison! They always want me to send them out for things. They constantly want me to tell them what to do. I can’t even hide in the outhouse to get away from them.”
“Mm. Can’t argue with that. Irayna has been portaling all over the place for those Goblins at Smokeywood pastures. Something about pets or presents.”
“Mord swears the folks in his place want to leave, or maybe that is just because that gnome is friends with goblins.”
“Possibly,” the night elf replied. “Qale stopped by once. It’s a miracle we got him to stop punting everyone so they could have a Winter Veil.”
The two spent the next few moments envisioning the giant Pandaren Monk running around in a drunken haze punting goblins and gnomes alike. Silent could almost hear him declare “it’s good” as she watched an imaginary goblin sail over the imaginary wall in her mind.
“It really is strange,” Shait mused, “with all of these people to watch over, direct, and shelter. But I’m honored and humbled they stay.”
“We like it here,” Mordlet piped up, making Silent jump. That blasted gnome had a habit of popping up out of nowhere. No wonder Qale liked to punt him.
“Anyone know if we should be getting our new found friends and followers gifts?” He continued, pulling a mug towards him.
Shait and Silent shared a look of alarm as both of them realized they hadn’t even considered that possibility.
“I’ll send over some armaments we’ve been stockpiling for awhile,” another voice said. Dereus had found them and slid into a chair to join them. “Who doesn’t enjoy a new weapon?”
The four giggled and passed around another flagon of ale.
“I hope everyone likes what I got them,” he said as they all took another sip of ale.
“Repair money?” Mord asked. Dereus chuckled as Silent patted the gnome fondly.
“It’s the eve of Winter Veil. The garrisons are bustling with festivities and this, is perfect.”
“How so?” Shait asked.
“This right here. Everyone sharing in a brief moment of peace,” the paladin continued. “I wouldn’t trade this.”
“Nor I,” Mord said.
Shait shook her head. “Wouldn’t trade this for anything.”
“To friends and family,” Silent toasted, raising her mug.
“Friends and family,” they agreed.
“You going to rewrite that poem,” Shait asked.
The worgen shook her head. “Nope. Going to enjoy each and every moment with you guys.”
Happy Winter Veil to all and to all a good night.
“They have to be pushed back,” she heard bear state, as she silently stared at the orcs flowing through the portal. There seemed to be no stopping the endless tide swarming into Azeroth.
Below, Orcs, Taurens, Night elves, Humans…members of both the Alliance and Horde were doing what they could to keep the onslaught from spilling over into the rest of Azeroth. Had they always been so united against forces that threatened their world while her people hid behind their wall in Gilneas?
Silent shook her head. That was neither here nor now. She only remembered bits at pieces of life before the Cataclysm. What should it matter anyways, she thought? What mattered was that the balance of things could swing either way at a moments notice. The tipping point could be decided in actions and outcome of the battle below.
They had spent many nights discussing these strange events in the guild hall. The Worgen had listened to the tales of the druid before her speak of a time the portal had flashed green and they had ventured through to take on the burning legion and stop the demons from pouring through. They had found a land broken. Shattered even. Gateways to timelines in the Caverns of Time had shown them how very different their own lands had been or even what they could become.
But as for what awaited beyond the red portal, no one knew, but they sure as hell intended to find out. Everyone was in agreement. They would not let any threat take down their home without a fight.
“When the time comes,” Shait had told her when the others had left the meeting. They had spoken at length through the years about her constant struggle with the others in her head and how she fit in to everything. Cat and Bear’s sudden interest in what had been going on at the portal had her more than a little on edge. “You do what feels right. All of us have faith in you.”
And so, they would each take a group through the portal. Everyone was to stay in constant communication with each other in case they were separated. All that was left to do, was to wait for the order.
The order came from the Archmage Khadgar. “You are about to embark on a dangerous mission and you may not be able to return immediately. Are you Sure?”
“For Azeroth!” they called in response, as they surged forth, throwing their might against the onslaught of orcs. The bear threw them aside, sending them flying with a massive paw. Cat, who had always been quick on her, darted to and fro, swiftly knocking the orcs from theirs before she would lash out at them with her claws. Silent took care to wrap energy from the earth itself around those in her group, rejuvenating them as they pressed forward.
The energy from the portal flared then swallowed them whole. Where it spit them out was not the Hellfire Peninsula that they had seen before. A jungle rose up in the distance as these orcs of the Iron Horde continued to rush towards them.
The druid wildly looked for a sign of the other groups her friends were with, but spied no trace of them. Fear threatened to take hold as she realized that despite the presence of the bear and the cat, she was alone here.
“You there, Druid! You’re the one they call Silentsong, yes?” a man said to her. “We were hoping you’d show. We need help.”
Help. Yes. That was a word that she could latch on to. The bear shoved her forward and back to her senses. She could help. That is what she could do.
They had entered the orcs territory now and they showed no signs of stopping their attack. The smell of smoke and blood filled the air around her and the vicious side of the druid flared to life. Bear and cat watched silent as she walked to the steps to survey the fighting below. Shait and Mordrius had been trying to help her get a handle on the different ways to channel the energy of nature. Healing came with ease to her. Using it to go on the offensive was another story.
She knew enough to buy them some time. Stars rained down, ripping through and exploding at the feet of the orcs. Screams of confusion filled the air as orcs dropped to the stone, leaving them broken and falling back to regroup.
The Iron Horde were keeping prisoners close by. They belonged to a group that called themselves the Shadow Council. According to the missive they found, the portal could not function without the prisoner’s fel magic It was signed by Grommash Hellscream. Silent didn’t like where this was going.
The Cat took over, dashing to the sides of the portal, seeking out the ones being held in the towers. Teron’gor and Chogall who shared the secret to the portal was actually being held open by an Orc Warlock named Gul’dan. If they wanted to stop the orcs from flowing through, they would have to shut it down.
Cat snuck them into the chamber where the orc was being held. It looked like Gul’dan was being suspended in air by the energies of three stones. “Sever my bonds and the portal falls,” he rasped at her. The connection began to weaken and shatter as Bear broke the stones apart with her paws.
The Orc fell to the floor as Silent released the energy of the final rune holding him in place. She tried to keep her distance as he caught his breath.
“Do not delay, mortal,” he grunted. “I can feel the life-essence of your armies fading. There will be time for regret later.” He pulled himself up and made his way to towards a portal he conjured. “We will meet again, Silentsong.” The darkness of the portal swallowed the orc and he disappeared, leaving the worgen chilled.
“He knows my name,” she thought. “How?”
Shaking it from her thoughts, Silent made a dash to return back to the Archmage. The remaining forces were wildly looking around them, fear in their eyes as they gripped their weapons tightly. The portal behind them was gone. Nothing but jungle and orcs remained.
“They called this operation a suicide mission, but I don’t plan on throwing away any lives meaninglessly,” the Archmage stated. The orcs were amassing again, ready to assault them now that their only means of retreat had vanished. “Everybody, with me!”
Khadgar turned on his heels and ran. The druid bolted after, praying that she could keep pace enough to get through this.
Facing the Invasion
The sun warmed the grass of the Secret Aerie and had both Cat and Bear snoozing as Silent relaxed on the roof of one of the huts. Cat had finally chewed one too many of Dereus’ boots and the druid was sick of paying his blacksmith to fix them. A trip away from the barracks was needed and there was no better place for her to collect her thoughts that in the mountains in the Veiled Stair that housed the Aerie.
The hawk masters mostly kept to themselves as long as she didn’t get in their way. She had started visiting there with the Storm Crow. The Pandaren had been wary and curious of her and the crow, but eventually, their presence had been accepted. The place had an unusual calming effect on Bear and Cat which thankfully kept them from disrupting the everyday habits of the Hawk Masters.
It had been a few days since she had left the barracks to come to the Aerie, but she still checked in over the Hearthstone in the evenings. It was just past midday and she had a few hours before she had to contact Shait to let her know all was well and when she would be by to help with the reports, so she was nearly started off the roof when the Hearthstone sprung to life.
“…Nethergarde Keep is in ruins. Repeat, the Dark Portal has been lost.”
Silent recovered her balance and grasped the gray stone with her claws.
“Silent reporting,” she said the voice on the other end. “Qale, could you repeat the report? What’s happened?”
“Reports are still coming in, Silent,” the Pandaren on the other end replied hurriedly. “New orders from King Varian Wrynn have requested all able bodies to report to Vindicator Maraad at the Shattered Beachhead in Blasted Lands. Accounts are saying The Iron Horde have taken over the Dark Portal. I was just about to make my way to the Blasted Lands to lend my assistance. Synata is preparing to watch the barracks until Shait returns this evening. What do you recommend?”
Cat and bear had awoken from their snooze and were looking to the druid for guidance. If there was a new threat in Azeroth, Shait would want to know what exactly it was they were dealing with in order to know how exactly it would effect their small group of refugees and to plan how best to face it.
“Shait will want to know what we’re dealing with,” she replied. “Meet me at the Mage Tower in Stormwind and we shall see just what this Iron Horde is together.”
Qale was waiting for her in the Mage Tower as she had asked. He quickly uncrossed his legs and rose from the stone floor to meet her when she appeared through the portal she had taken from the Shrine in Padaria. The usually boisterous pandaren was surprisingly restrained, but his eyes were keen, giving her the impression he was assessing and calculating every movement. One of his many qualities that she admired when they were in the field together. There wasn’t much that Qale missed.
The mages conjured a portal to the Blasted Lands for them and hurriedly ushered them through. It seemed everyone was on high alert.
As they should be, the druid thought as the smell of smoke and ash filled her snout as they materialized. The bear within her bristled as cat instinctively wanted to lash out. What little control she had was almost lost, but the ox like presence of Qale beside her brought her back to herself.
Vindicator Maraad was a large Draenei. Silent almost wasn’t able to look him in the eye. He was pouring over maps and orders, but looked up when Qale and her arrived.
He explained how they had received reports that the Dark Portal turned red right before the attack. “They call themselves the Iron Horde,” he said, “yet they seem to have no affiliation with the Horde we know. Their army is extremely well equipped, and their numbers appear to be endless.”
He explained that they had already taken Nethergarde Keep and that they needed help on the front lines, something the monk and druid were prepared to do. Silent noted that cat seemed to be taking a keen interest in the events unfolding, but she pushed it aside as she rushed to help Qale try to stem the attacks.
The Iron Horde was indeed, never ending. The attacks against the shattered beach head rarely slowed as they rolled in machines that reminded her of Garrosh’s Iron Stars. There was little time to mourn the loss of life, from those that were stationed in Nethergarde to the scouts who were sent to ferret out what information they could that never returned. From what the two were able to piece together, this Iron Horde had taken Blasted Lands with the help of the ogres. Their work, if only to break lines of communication while the cause of the threat was assessed, seemed to slow them down, but everyone seemed to be in agreement, that it was far from over.
Bear felt another war was coming. The Druid couldn’t help but agree. It was hard to tell what Cat was thinking. Silent felt her watching the blood red dark portal with interest. War it may be, but something was different. Change was everywhere, swirling up through the smoke and the air. Someone was going to have to take a stand on the already shaky ground. The only questions that remained were who and how.