Founded to spare relief and manpower to the embattled territories of the starborne at the height of the Burning Legion’s final and most brutal invasion, both on Kalimdor and the Broken Isles, the Bladecrest fought in the shadow of the heroes of Azeroth, often to little gain except time. After the Legion’s defeat on Argus, the Bladecrest continued service some months into the Fourth War, chasing traitors in their own midst, until the many losses they had sustained lead to their dissolution and integration into the Black Moon army when the reclamation of Darkshore began.
The cadre’s captain went through years of scrutiny before she was entrusted with the mantle once more, when the blossoming of Amirdrassil and a new home for the kaldorei gave rise to the need of a light travelled unit, and a place for newer generations of fighters and defenders to rise and replenish the depleted sentinel army.
Taking on the name Bladecrest in honour of past sacrifices, their mission comes three fold; defense of their new home, salvaging scattered relics that were plundered or otherwise lost during the many conflicts in recent history and training the defenders of tomorrow.
Reflecting the modern changes made to the night elf military, the cadre takes sentinels of any gender, as well as auxiliary staff of worgen moonclaws.
The gentle breeze of Amirdrassil’s windswept paths was a contrast Celïn didn’t think she needed from the clingy humidity of Feralas’ deep jungles, until she had stopped by a starlit brook to wash away the portal’s lingering residue from her clammy face and soak in the stark change to the much more vibrant, strange, otherworldly nature of a forest breathed to life by the Dream itself.
She hadn’t set foot on the world tree since the early days of its blooming, back when Bel’ameth was still in its infancy, and Belanaar was little more than a rugged cove compared to the thriving harbour it had evolved into, during her time in Isildien.
The changes were so overwhelming that she almost had forgotten why she took a leave from her temple studies to come.
As if she ever could.
Last time she crossed paths with the Bladecrest she had helped set them on the trail of her wayward mentor.
Had she known it would lead to Amara’s eventual arrest at the hands of another priestess, perhaps she would have acted differently.
Insisted on her participating in the search for a final confrontation with the woman who had wronged her with secrecy and deceit.
To speak her piece and find the closure she so desperately sought.
Before that, Elune willing, she would have to pass the last of her trials, and in a bizarre twist of fate, those very same sentinels were decreed by powers that be to serve as a stepping stone on that path.
And before that, still, she’d need the approval of the very same woman who had robbed her of her mentor.
Celïn wiped down her face on the leaves of a cascading vine and set back out on the road.
Her audience with priestess Windhelm was long overdue.
The Bladecrest have been elected to leave Amirdrassil behind on an expedition to visit the scattered settlements and outposts that fall under the sentinels protection out in the world, and see to the safe arrival of the bounties of the great tree to serve both as relief and a reminder of the new home for which they now flaunt their banners. With so many miles to cover, both on sea and land, the journey is sure to be fraught with peril, as forgotten wounds are rediscovered throughout lands that reel from both new and old threats.
We’re heading out to do some globe trotting to fulfill everyone’s peak fantasy as a world wide courier service. Nothing will go wrong, right.
Right?
The Bladecrest have touched down in the Wetlands, bearing resources to the druids of the Greenwarden Grove and finds signs of a sickness seeded in the earth that’s about the reap the lives of a company of dwarves currently convalescing there.
Can’t just leave them hanging so of course the sentinels have decided to stay and lend a hand.
Great vacation spot right now 10/10 swamplands
The dwarfs could not be saved…
But at least we looked hella cool fighting the plant-zombies they turned into and won a disgusting rotting tree-heart for it
An emerald sprite on fluttering wings pierces the boughs of Amirdrassil, clutching in her beak a sealed missive that, unlike its incorporeal bearer, was very much physically tangible. The spirit flies over the Terrace of the Moon and drops the report into the nearest hands, be they neophyte, priestess or even one of the groundskeepers. Surely it will bare itself for the right eyes eventually.
Concerning the status of the Greenwarden Grove
Something stirs on the borders of our easternmost colony. A plot to sabotage the grove’s natural order was recently foiled and as of my writing this message things have returned to a relative calm, though there are sufficient reasons for concern that more trouble is on the rise.
The perpetrators behind the scheme had a modus operandi similar to that of the Twilight’s Hammer cult and we have evidence to lend credence to the belief that they are an offshoot thereof, if not an effort to renew the organization itself.
Firstly, the grove’s sentries verified that the foe came from the Twilight Highlands (side tangent; is it not a bit of a self fulfilling prophecy to dub the region such), from where sightings of similar activities has been reported.
Those that slipped through to the Wetlands erroneously thought themselves safe hiding behind a colony of raptors, though with druidic influence the beasts were unleashed upon the cult’s agents and they have since retreated back towards the Wildhammer’s lands.
The Greenwarden’s Grove remains exposed to further attempts of infiltration and sabotage, however. I would recommend sparing units from Amirdrassil to bolster its security until the crisis in the Highlands is under wraps.
Back on home soil after getting thoroughly soaked in the soaklands, making new friends, meeting old ones, yelling at tourists to pick up their damn litter like omg there’s a trashcan literally right there what are you doing
Same old sentinel stuff, really.
Come say hi if you swing by Bel’ameth and see us around!
New expansion new me
(And some new adjustments to our ranks!)
We’re back from an unexpected break, eager to sink our teeth into Midnight, both the content and RP opportunities it brings.
First things first, there’s a camp of brave, freezing Night Elves in Northrend in need of hot coco and blankets and the Bladecrest are more than happy to oblige.
Cannot be too careful
