[A-RP] 🏛️ < Feralas Waykeepers > - Allies of Isildien

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Current State of the Temple

Temple of Isildien
The Greater Moonwell has recovered some of its divine power, a soft moonlight glow drifts across the waters surface. but it is not as strong as it once was. around the temple, empty hangings remain where decorations were taken down in the event of a renewed attack against the temple.

As always, the northern part of the upper dome is a series of sleeping cots, guest bedding for those that come to the temple and stay during daylight hours.

The East Spire has changed, events saw the ancient seals broken. once again however they are sealed shut, a spell binding it closed once more and isolating it from the greater forest.

The West Spire is open, lavishly decorated with plantlife from across Kalimdor. a small bubbling creek runs down the centre, surrounded by mossy soil where a family of frogs have long since taking up residence.

Beyond the Temple to the East, the old ruins show signs of arcane runes where the Starweavers performed work to create a portal nexus.

The Kaldorei people are ones marked by strife, a people born of wounds and trials that test the mettle of those who came before and those who would strive.

Teldrassil has fallen, the war on Darkshore has been victorious and only the rabble of desolated Forsaken forces remain.

In the south, in Feralas, a movement stirs. The Temple of Isildien, lovingly renovated by the Handmaidens of Elune, has passed into the care of another, the Feralas Waykeepers. Their Goal, to carve out a life and to protect the land of eternal night from what threats assail it.

Feralas Waykeepers

The Feralas Waykeepers form the core of the Isildien Accord, a collective of sworn allies, casual companions and curious sightseers. Using Isildien as our base of operations, we travel the land doing what duties need doing. Be it fighting Demons in a long lost valley among the thick forests of Val’sharah, slaying Forsaken Loyalists as they try and muster in Dragonblight, or even from preventing an acursed new loa from being born in Stranglethorn by a gang of demented cultist trolls.

Duties of the Isildien Accord:

Stewardship over the Temple of Isildien

The Handmaidens of Elune worked themselves tirelessly to create a haven of Faith for those that sought it, a place to worship Elune following the loss of the Temple of the Moon in Darnassus. The Waykeepers will continue their legacy, to ensure the temple is maintained, their Banner still hanging proud above the Well and where possible, hold rituals and sermons for those that seek the Goddess.

Waykeepers of Feralas

The Wilds of Feralas are a dangerous and untamed place, primal and unyielding as nature itself. They will aim to create a safe passage for kin and wildlife alike, to protect people from the threats that may transpire, or save the creatures that call the Forest home from those that would do them harm.

The Wilds Beyond

Kalimdor is a vast continent of mystery and wonder. Danger and hope alike hide in shadows and bask in the sun. Adventure and duty can be found in many places, from the shorelines of Tanaris to the frozen valleys of Winterspring.

Helping the Needy

With the Kaldorei people scattered and wounded from the wars that have struck against us, with allies that have lost people and home alike. The Isildien Accord seeks to aid where it can, be it helping refugee’s return to Kalimdor, supplying them with food and clothing or ensuring they are well cared for in the private estate of Suraia Silverbell

Seek Balance

The Accord seek to create Balance, to try and keep the peace and protect those in need of protection, through this, we engage in treating all who come by peacefully as equals.

Leadership:

While Hedris stands as Steward of the Temple of Isildien, various leaders and individuals make up the accord, decisions are usually made as a collective.

Guild Roles

Leadership Roles :woman_mage::elf:

Steward - Leader of the Waykeepers
Guide - Tenured member of the Waykeepers.

Waykeepers :evergreen_tree::shield::crossed_swords:

Healer - Healer amoung the Waykeepers
Warder - Keeper of the Balance, someone bound to the lands
Guard - Defender of the Waykeepers
Kindred - Social Member, likes to spend time with the group

New Members :open_hands:t2:

Initiate - New Member of the Waykeepers
Ally - Social Member, not always in Feralas but comes by occasionally to help

Faction Stance

In a move that is entirely understandable and predicted, some Horde will be met with weary eyes and scepticism, especially if baring their factions banners, even more so if Forsaken. While we would like to greet all who travel with open arms, the faction rivalry is a long bloody history, one that has struck at the temple itself. Some scenarios will be taken on a case by case basis, while others will demand immediate action. We are no fans of the Horde by any measure, but one or two of them might be ok!

Recruitment Limitations

Due to their nature, some will not be permitted among the Waykeepers as not only would it feel a poor fit, but some of the activities the Waykeepers will undergo, alongside the nature of the Temple itself, could cause them more harm than anything.

  • Demon Hunters

  • Death Knights

  • Warlocks

Kaldorei Death Knights, please seek out the Nightreapers

Illidari, please see our friends at the Veiled Glaive and Glaivewing Sentinels!

Recommended Addons

To make the most out of your time and the RP events we engage in, we recommend the following addons.

Total RP 3

Dicemaster

Tongues

For more, and to join the Waykeepers, contact Hedris in game via /w or sending me a letter. you can find us on the Guild Finder too!
Alternatively, add me on Discord @Mistoak#3347!

We also have a Community Channel in game, find us on the community finder under “Isildien Accord”

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Best of luck with this guild! I’m excited to see more roleplay happening in Feralas lately and people making use of the various locations in the zone, from Feathermoon to Tower of Estulan to others.

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Thank you so much for recommending us! I’m excited for us to finish our campaign and then maybe I’ll swing by to visit and have some more delicious noodles :slight_smile:

Anyone considering Kaldorei RP or joing this guild, do it! Absolutely wonderful people, I cant wait to see what you’ll get up to :purple_heart:

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Yesterday some of the Waykeepers went to Tanaris to see if the fabled Market Under the Stars could provide a place to obtain some goods or knowledge that would help us strengthen the wards that keep the Temple safe from void and fel. Alas we were unable to find such but were able to participate in the Moonball, eat some delicious chili, bid in the auction and have a great time.

Now we are back home at the Temple and looking forward to the new things that will happen to us!

Big shout out to the Trader’s Initiative for the wonderful event.

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Gl with the concept and looking forward to interact.

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Look forwards to it, Hedris can come cook on your island, show ya how its done! :smiley:

Cheers Acrona! And we love Feralas, so want to see it thrive!

No problem, and i plan on doing a Noodle night again soon, with all thats happening in the world, people need something wholesome ^^

And now the story bit!

Hedris sat in silent contemplation, the staff laying across his legs as he concentrated on the deeper craft of the weapon. Fabled to be able to sow death with the slightest touch, hailing from Pandaria, the land that changed his life for the better. It wasn’t something he was going to let slip him by, no matter the cost in gold. Such a weapon had to be maintained. A brief slip of motion had proven it’s worth, it’s effectiveness.

His senses probed at the staff, seeing beyond the pandaren carvings along the hilt, though the sigils engraved near the carved head. His mind wandered to how a group of traders could happen upon such a powerful item, and he considered taking it to the Order of the Broken Temple for safekeeping. But he had to understand it more.

Hedris could feel the latent flow of energy, the history buried deep beneath the surface that wanted to break free. He started to understand it, slowly. Feel how it worked, how it could be made both safe and deadly with but a gesture of a thumb. He rested a hand upon it, naturally sliding to the worn grip of it’s former owner, it’s creator.

He would have to study it for longer, focus on it, not be distracted.

“Know what it is yet?” came Maviel’s voice.

Hedris turned with a smile, then shrugged, “Working on it, you hungry? I could eat…”

Maviel laughed, “Well, that Chilli was something else…”

“Chilli it is!”

Hedris got to his feet and fixed the stave to his back, resting alongside his brew stave, research could wait…

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And so the Waykeepers made their way to Uldum to search for something that could help us power the protective wards around the Temple to keep the Void and other shenanigans at bay!

We have braved the Tanaris desert, the sandstorms to finally arrive into the ancient lands that are just now recovering from the horrid Void attack! What awaits us, we don’t know. But we sure will give our best shot to ensuring the Temple is safe!

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She had made it look so effortless, a few gestures and a prayer and the wards had been amplified and reinforced. A simple and ancient technique passed down the sisterhood though the years, even Valdia had contributed to it, small flecks of midnight blue still sparking across the ancient stone, a memory of her work.

The wards around Isildien had been placed when N’zoths forces first made themselves known, when Invaria had shown her face and brought the promise of ruin. Niamh had stood in the entrance and called upon the Goddess, white flames flooded the passage before thinning away, Darnassian symbols glowing with divine protection before fading into the stone.

Now, they were in Uldum, a strange place he was never keen on visiting, one where rumors of locals were rumors to avoid. Which somehow despite setting up camp away from the town, still managed to converge near them on force. they had come to find specific items long thought burried, items that would create a new ward, ensure the temple was protected and they had set up a base camp to prepare to find them.

Hedris just chuckled, and looked over to Mav. the young Worgen had seen so little of the world, not had the bounty of exploration that he had, had only set foot upon Azeroths soil. Now she tried to converse with a Tol’vir again, the culture differences between them making the flow of conversation slow and awkward, but she came away with two big flasks of fruit water.

“Hedris, whats Amathet?”

“A-… whoasmet?”

“Amathet, the Tol’vir said beware of the Amathet.”

Hedris scratched his beard a moment and thought back, he had heard tales of them while in Pandaria, helping fight the void’s forces in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, had heard of a new faction that sought to activate ancient titan machinery to wipe out Azeroth. It was a terrible idea, for obvious reasons.

“You know how Azeroth is constantly having world ending threats?”

Mav thought for a moment, then nodded.

“They are one of them, they are Tol’vir, but they want a fresh start on Azeroth by kind of, wiping the slate clean and starting again, somewhat like the Heralds from a while ago…”

“Heralds?”

Hedris smirked a bit, “A story for another time, my friend.”

There would be plenty of time for him to share his tales, they were set up in Uldum for a few nights, and the expedition to retrieve the crystals was the main focus. There was the Amathet still active, remnants of the void forces still knocking around, alongside that giant insect they passed on the way in. there was plenty to do before they got home to Isildien.

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More Night Elf guilds?
Yes please!
Hope to catch you lot around in Feralas for some of that dank RP!

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You know you will, Hedris still owes you a Sword!!

“Busy day then, huh?”

Hedris gave the dwarf a pat on the shoulder, the roar of the engines had drowned out most of what he had tried to tell the dwarf as they flew though the skies of Uldum, the Wastewander Bi-plane was a rickety shambles of a craft, wielded together from too much scrap and its engine constantly cutting out, sending the plane dipping towards the dunes before being pulled back to life by the more than skilled pilot.

“You could say!” Hedris shouted, but the dwarf gave no response, missed again.

He had started the day speaking to the locals, trying to get an understanding of the situation in Uldum, where the remnants of the void forces and the Amathet Tol’vir could be found. A short scouting mission alongside some of the Uldum Accord’s forces showed the scale of the situation. N’zoth had been defeated, at least that was the word. Void abominations seemed to linger in the shadows of dunes, in thickets of trees that flanked once tranquil oasis. The horror’s of the old gods’ forces were still to be found, and Hedris’s fists had had a fair coating of ichor not long after the mission started.

“Check it out!” The pilot shouted, rolling the bi-plane slightly as he started into a loop, down below, a new foothold of Void forces had started to grow, the clear sign of new hatcheries of silithid beasts could be seen, the slick ichorous growth that formed each nest still moist and glistening in the glaring sunlight. Huge insectoid guards patrolling around the new hatchery as smaller drones worked to expand the nest outwards.

Hedris narrowed his eyes, getting a good scope of the area, in times before he had tossed explosive ordinance, something that was somewhat lacking in today’s flight.
“What’s that?” Hedris asked, leaning forwards to shout again, keen for the dwarf to know.
“Whats what!?” The pilot bellowed, Hedris leaned forwards and pointed over his shoulder.

A black spot hung in the sky, listing lazily in the sky. The pilot pulled up his goggles and looked again, struggling to make it out.

“Lets get closer!” He shouted and pulled the plane up, heading directly for it.

Hedris glanced over the side, watching the nest fade away into the distance, as it passed behind, he foot up in his seat, scanning the landforms to make a solid mental note, remembering the scarring of the obelisks nearby, using them as landmarks.

He turned back to look ahead, and grabbed for his mead.

“Ummm…” he started.

“Ummm…” the dwarf responded.

The black spot had grown much larger since he last looked, and as it got closer still, the membranous wings that kept it aloft came into view, and the five misplaced yellow eyes on its head.
“Man the Gun!” The Pilot shouted as he pulled the plane around, Hedris shuffled around in his seat and grasped the handles of the mounted repeater, the quick flick of the switch starting the gun spinning.

It was times like this, he wished he was even remotely good at shooting.

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After a great crystal hunt adventure we are back at home in Isildien again by this time tomorrow.

Feel free to drop by or contact us for some RP!

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Maviel sat in her room. Just the fact she finally had a place of her own, was still hard to believe.
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck or fate or, if she dared even think about something like that, Elune, the Goddess of the Kaldorei people, might have been responsible for her happiness.

When Hedris found her roaming the forest and hiding near the Tower of Estulaan, the slightly erratic monk had no idea that she was checking out the perimeter, ready to raid the place during the day, when the elves were asleep. And to hopefully escape with a handful of food and some coins.

She had done it before. Cheated and stole to survive. Back in Gilneas, in Darnassus, in Stormwind and Bradensbrook. And now she was ready to continue that path. Living at the fringes of the society. Doing odd jobs, making people believe in old tales, ghosts, curses, hexes or superstitions. Anything that could squeeze a few coins out of the gullible and take care of her family.

If the cattle got sick her family’s vagon was always nearby to help cure it. If the crops wilted or water turned foul they were never far away. Her family earned a reputation of being able to cure most of the ailments the farmers had to deal with - little did they know she helped create them in the first place. It was simple enough business. Start a problem. Solve it. Cash in and move on, only to pluck the coin from some other land diggers.

A soft knock on the door brought her from her musings and Maviel rose up from the single pelt that served as her bed and walked to the door.

The monk she had thought of earlier stood there. A wide smile plastered on his face and a bottle in hand.

“Care for a drink, friend?” Hedris asked and gave the bottle of alcohol that smelled strongly of honey and some spices that she didn’t know a small swirl.

Maviel nodded. She was so unused to being talked to on friendly terms, to not being chased out by angry farmers or pelted by stones and rotten vegetables that she could only backpedal into the room and beckon him in.

“Nice place.” He commented at the room she had chosen to occupy in the Temple and clearly looked around, the lack of furniture apparent to him.

“We have to get you something in here though. A bit spartan even for the temple.” Hedris laughed and sat down before the flickering fireplace. He patted the space to his side and Maviel planted herself down and watched him drink before he offered the bottle to her.

“Thank you.” She replied simply and took a sip, the narrow neck of the bottle giving her a bit of trouble considering her long fangs and a lack of human cheeks. She managed to tip a bit of the golden liquid into her mouth and offered the bottle back.

“To the new beginnings, my friend.” Hedris grinned and she had to grin back, in her own toothy way.

At first she thought it was the mead that made her body glow with warmth, but she soon realized it was the feeling of belonging somewhere. Of having a place to call home and to protect. Of having someone to talk to and share a drink with.

“To having a Home.” She replied with a wide smile and for the first time in years she felt completely safe and relaxed.

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Nice, another Feralas guild.

Our guilds will hear of eachother frequently then, we are in Desolace :wink:

Good luck with all of this. Looking forward!

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Im sure we may cross paths, my friend!

Following reports of Black Empire activity in the region, the Waykeepers went to investigate, crossing paths with Uodrieth as they prepared to deploy.

Heading to Estulan to borrow their handy tower, the group saw the veiled shapes moving in the shadows of the forest. with their target sighted, they moved in to investigate and eliminate, quickly being harried by flying drones. after dispatching them, they advanced forth, finding the start of a Hive being dug into the land itself.

What they didn’t expect however, was the local yeti population. the Silithid, being aggressively territorial as they are, had drawn the ire of the local Feral Scar tribe. A stamped of the giant beasts charged before the group, cleaving a way though the hives defences before beyond utterly destroyed by the hives elite guards. bloodied already, the elites charged forwards and the battle continued.

It was here that Hedris was struck a near mortal wound, unable to avoid the scything claws of the great insectoid. Suraia and their new friend, Haldir, got to work tending to his wounds to keep him stable as Maviel and Uodrieth scouted ahead, getting a scope of the Hive itself.

What followed could only of been possible with someone like Hedris at the helm with his terrible ideas, as he drew out the Hive Colossus, the very same that had chased him in the skies of Uldum. and lead the great beast on a distraction chase as the group ventured into the hive to local the source of the Scent that Mav picked up. to the Dwarf and Goblin duo that had been captured and cocooned in the hive. they had been deployed to take care of the hive themselves with explosives but had been foiled before they could complete their mission. with their new freedom, and the hives guardians scattered to the ground, the group defended the demolition team as they set their explosives In time for Hedris to lead the silithid back into the hive, and escape in time for the huge explosion that tore the hive to shreds, collapsing it atop the Colossus.

Battered, bleeding and bruised, the group ventured back to the temple, thankful for the safe haven and the healing energies of the well. it had been a wild ride, but as Hedris sunk into a meditative slumber by the well, he knew that it was another step towards bringing balance to Feralas and Kalimdor.

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A Kaldorei men made his way to the corridor, he was wearing his armor and packed for traveling. In front of him he saw the redheaded human woman and with a sigh and an apologetic look on his face he approached her. He softly coughed to get her attention and softly smiled at her when she turned around.

‘Miss Silverbell…’ He said and nodded .

Suraia eyed the man up and down, before her sad looking eyes slowly met his for just a second or two: ‘You… You’re leaving as well?’

‘I’m afraid so Miss.’ The Kaldorei man said: ‘I am needed elsewhere.’

Suraia weakly nodded before she started to admire the ground: ‘How many… how many are… left?’

‘None Miss… I am the last one.’ The man says as he rubs his hand on the back of his head: ‘I know this must be hard for you… seeing us leave one by one… even the Captain.’

The human woman remained silent and the Kaldorei handed her a key before he bowed for her and left.

Suraia slowly made her way to his room and opened it with the key. Another empty room, the bed was made but the closet was empty, the fireplace cold and cleaned, the table was empty.

She sighed and left the key in the door as she carefully closed it behind her but not locked it.

Slowly she made her way downstairs and outside, turning right to where the old tent camp still stood. She walked along the abandoned tents that she couldn’t bring herself to put away in case someone else might have need for them… when they were unable or unwilling to choose a room in the temple.

Suraia stopped in front of a specific tent, she clenched her fist. She was slightly trembling and she slowly fell to her knees and hid her face with her hands as she started to cry.

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Seems the Waykeepers have their hands full lately. The tensions in the forest between the Horde and the Army of the Black moon leave the inhabitants of the Temple slightly on edge.
And to make matters more interesting a millennia old specter of a Kaldorei priestess appeared. Seems she is looking for a thief of an ancient relic which could tie to the mysterious, locked coffer the Waykeepers have yet to unlock.

And what do you know? Forsaken established a small camp in the mountains with battle plans on spots where to deploy the blight and to the horror of the local druids there seem to be undead mushrooms appearing here and there across the wilds.

Future sure looks bleak but with Elune’s and Goldrinn’s blessing we will try our best to protect the ancient lands from all evil we can find!

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In the hidden vales of the untamed wilds, a beast slumbers. born of void and the sharp barb of the Emerald nightmare, a cruel visage of both primal nature, and the distorting corrupting forces that seek to undo the pure creations of the wilds.

Its talon-like claws raked the dirt, the very ground bleeding as if struck by a mortal wound as the sleeping beasts chest let out a deep resonate rumble, striking fear into the hearts of the creatures that once called the vale home. a mist covered the creatures den, a muggy humid miasma that seeped from daggers of obsidian that struck though the ground.

A wet crack broke the near silence, the clear sound of bones breaking and deforming as the side of the beast started to stretch and tear. a bloodied hand broke though, grasping at the ground, fingers curling around the obsidian to pull itself free. a howl of agony burst from a lipless mouth as a head burst free, deep red eyes full of such hatred and pain.

Birthed from the beast, the frail form took in its surroundings, blood and ichor seeping from its skin as the beast’s side reformed. “Father,” it rasped, stepping closer, resting a hand on the nape of its neck as it drew a ragged breath, stepping though the mess of gore that remained from its own creation.
“Thy will be done…”

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The Waykeepers have been busy investigating and ridding the forest off the undead and corrupted Mushrooms that started to appear around.

Led by Zarnasolar Mistmoon the Waykeepers thwarted this evil and managed to make the wilds a bit safer place once again.

But yet again more darkness looms on the horizon. What will the coming weeks bring? We shall see.

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Keladria strode though the vast green thicket of Feralas, following the faint smell of foul spores that lingered on the air. her spear had become oily, the residue of fungi slowly starting to become embedded on the great bladed weapon she carried. more than once she had stopped to burn it away, cracking jade lightning sparking across the metal surface and causing the residue to fall away in thick matted ash. the creature that had brought the fungus to Feralas had been destroyed, a concerted effort of Monk, Priestess, Druid and Death Knight. though the coming of the strange spectral form no doubt played a part in the demise of the creature.

there were many questions, but more of the mushrooms remained, the bodies of dead animals littering the ground as the grew closer each time. once more she found her quarry, the sickly growth jutting from broken soil, small teeth marks along the fungi. she did as she had done before and whirled her hands in a series of Kata’s before a mist-laden wind whirled around her. protected from what was to come, she sliced her spear down the core of the fungi and it burst with spores. a second motion saw the air ignite as she sparked her chi to life, a sudden flash of fire consuming the drifting particles until nothing remained but the charred hole in the ground.

Kel paused a moment, taking a small flask of well water from her belt and having a sip, savouring the rejuvenating liquid that the keepers of Isildien had worked so hard to protect.

As the mist slowly faded away, she closed her eyes and let the forest fill her senses once more. the distant call of the beasts of the wilds, the wind in the vast canopy overhead. specs of burnt matter left a sling tank to the air, but once again, the tell tale trace of spores caught her senses.

“Off we go again…” she uttered to herself as she pushed away from her brief respite. onwards into the wilds once more…

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Hedris sat in sombre meditation, a gentle air of peace spilling into the air around him, stirring even the stray bear that came to inspect his presence to take slumber at his feet.

Feralas had seen its share of troubles with renegade war makers trying to destroy their own forests, forsaken loyalists trying to get a foothold only to be destroyed at each uprising and insidious fungus seeking to choke out all life in the vast thick green wilds.

Days before, a battle had erupted with the Waykeepers and a new threat that was posed to them. sensing a disturbance in the balance and feeling the barbed press of the Nightmare, the Council of Isildien ventured to follow the source of the disturbance. Once more, Forsaken were found, their forces broken in a flurry of punches, spells and deadly gashes of the druids’ polearm.

“Who… who is Father…” Hedris mused as she focused on the events that had transpired. with the destruction of the forsaken forces and the breaking of the spell that one of them had focused his efforts on, a broken aberration of a once humanoid being stood before them. its skin slacked against its own frame, viscera seeping from broken flesh, like its very existence was failing it and it had begun to melt before them.

Soon enough the battle continued, joined now by Thenell, a trusted ally of the Temple. her necrotic energy lashed against the decaying creature as the council continued their assault. threats were bellowed, condemnation of their feeble attempts to stop it, promises that “Father” would claim them, that they would know “Father” in due time.

“Who… who in the ox’s name was it talking about…” He mused to himself, the bear snorting in response. the bear didn’t know, but he didn’t exactly expect much a response…

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