[A-RP] The Handmaidens of Elune 🌙

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Babubebab will like it then…

Sounds a cool story! As cool as this guild and it’s members are! Good luck. :slight_smile:

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A little bump mixed with a small update. The Handmaidens are definitely a good place to be if one seeks some respite and spiritual guidance in these trying times.

We have also done a bit of combat training because no one is truly safe during these turbulent times.

Come and pay us a visit in the temple, we would be more than happy to welcome any pilgrims, travelers or refugees. :slight_smile:

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Last night the Handmaidens were besieged by an ogre in the Temple at Isildien, the creature somehow bypassing their defences. A fierce battle broke out, the Sisters throwing their combined efforts at the lumbering attacker though much of their efforts were absorbed by the sword he wielded. Ultimately it was the combined skills of Elrinde and the ferocious Teliste that ended the invader, the ogre polymorphed into a shrunken and harmless form before Teliste urged nature to surge forth and entangle the incapacitated form, suffocating the life out of it.

As the aftermath of the altercation settled over the Temple, Niámh was drawn to the fallen ogres’s discarded sword , a sword it had claimed it had stolen from an orc victim. The priestess lifted the weapon, her mind was flooded with images of a certain and imminent victory for the Kaldorei and a Hyjal reborn for the night elven people. Attempts to relieve the normally gentle woman of the weapon were met with uncharacteristic ferocity, until she was ultimately subdued and parted from the blade with a well placed leyball from Elrinde, bringing her back to her senses.

Sensing the danger the sword posed to temple and the sisterhood residing within, it was agreed that the weapon, made from unrefined Azerite and throbbing with power from the spells it had absorbed during the battle with the ogre, had to be taken to Silithus, to the Champions of Azeroth.

Thus, a messenger bird was dispatched to the remaining Handmaidens beyond the temple and other allies who might offer aid on the road. The Sisters set out to begin their long journey through the night, heading west across Feralas, towards the Thousand Needles. The travelling group made camp at Shadebough a little before dawn, knowing a dangerous road lay ahead and hoping some of their allies might heed the call for aid on the road before them…

That’s right, we are on the road, heading toward Silithus to take the azerite back where it belongs! We know many perils lay before us and hope we might have friends out there who will answer our call for aid, if only part of the way, (aka we hope we might bump into friendly folks for some impromptu rp!)

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I encountered these night and fair Sisters of the Mother Moon near the edges of the Un’Goro crater.

We share a camp now, because they’re proper Sisters of Elune’s sisterhood and they offered me the comforts of their camp :smiley:

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Night had fallen as the Handmaidens gathered in the moonlit clearing. The last preparations had been made as they sought to finally leave the ancient woodland realm of Feralas behind with uncertainty looming ahead. They knew their destination - the ravaged wasteland of Silithus, seeking the champions that had sought to name the healing of Azeroth their calling - but what they might encounter along the way remained a mystery. All they knew was that it would require much of all of them, not least because of the attention their burden might draw. And such attention was not far away.

As Niamh had spoken a prayer for the Mother’s favour and protection, the chilling and vengeful roar of ogres reached them from the dense woods just beyond. Distant footsteps became a significant thudding until what sounded like rolling thunder raged towards them. It was time to leave, Da’leshar made clear, and none disagreed with the sentinel. With bags and precious cargo slung over their shoulders, the Handmaidens scarpered. Bushes and branches were quickly flattened behind them as they ran for the road, but every time the elves felt distance had been created, they were quickly proven wrong, despite Niamh’s efforts to blind the ogres with Elune’s light and shield the elves’ flight. On and on they ran until they reached the forest’s edge and the flooded canyons of the Thousand Needles, forcing them to confront four ogres as the path they had followed vanished underwater. A boat laid docked, but it could not be reached before the Handmaidens had dealt with the brutes with the combined efforts of druidic and arcane affinity and the blessings of the Mother Moon. Calavienna charged forth in ursine form as Niamh and Elrinde attempted aid from afar. Eventually Elrinde made the ogres slip and fall with an immense, ley-controlled ball of water, and Niamh made sure to yank the tremendous druid to safety.

Oars were swiftly manned and soon the towering trees of Feralas began to slowly shrink and fade behind them. Relief found the Handmaidens as the roars of the ogres grew ever more distant and finally silent, replaced by the eerie and arid winds of the immense canyon walls around them, howling and whistling through cracks and chasms. There was a measure of solace to be found on the calm waters and the voyage thankfully proved uneventful, save for the young Shal’dorei who felt the slight rocking of the boat a cause for temporary illness. Nevertheless, the Handmaidens eventually found dry land once more and were met by a dry, chilling breeze and a jagged ridge of alien rocks that towered above with a single narrow, winding trail caving a path through, beckoning the Handmaidens onwards - to Gadgetzan.

The goblin hive laid like an oil stain on the shattered shores as the elves reluctantly decended from the hills. The colorful, flashing lights of debauchery, reckless greed and hedonistic indulgence cast an unnatural, almost disturbing glare at the sky as the dull, sleepless rumble from the nocturnal goings-on in the city escaped the city walls and into the dunes beyond. The Handmaidens wished most of all to give the city a wide berth, but they were without enough food and water, and the desert would surely require both. They had to enter.
Inside their scowls and gritted teeth grew ever more significant as eccentric goblin traders, drunk party-goers and shady opportunists filled the streets at every turn, and at every corner one advertisement sign or banner more swank and ostentatious than the last battled for the elves’ attention. But their minds were set to purpose. Niamh, Calavienna, Val’thira and De’lashar managed to locate food and protective scarfs to combat the erosive and relentless desert sands, while Teliste and Elrinde found water from a back alley vendor. Despite an irony aftertaste, it was likely as good as it was going to get, and Teliste’s unwavering determination saw them through the goblin’s attempts at the game of haggling.

They swiftly departed the city as swiftly as they had arrived and ventured on into the dunes. The sands that at first seemed calm and quiet proved treacherous, as sand trolls sought to ambush the Handmaidens with hatchet and spear, no doubt drawn by their alluring burden and the promise of power. Blood was drawn from both troll and elf, but in the end the servants of Elune proved victorious. The druids charged with ferocity, and a protective shield from Niamh and a display of illusionary trickery from Elrinde saw the trolls defeated, and so they descended into the verdant, humid depths of Un’Goro.

A distant, rumbling roar greeted them within, signalling that perhaps now was the time and place to make camp to rest and recover. The damp, hot and foreboding jungle now laid before them. The journey thus far had proved taxing, but a slithering thought crept upon mind that perhaps the greatest challenges yet remained unseen in that dark, green hell that surrounded them. And who knew what devilry the wastes of Silithus would hold…

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Night had fallen as the Handmaidens gathered in the moonlit clearing. The last preparations had been made as they sought to finally leave the ancient woodland realm of Feralas behind with uncertainty looming ahead. They knew their destination - the ravaged wasteland of Silithus, seeking the champions that had sought to name the healing of Azeroth their calling - but what they might encounter along the way remained a mystery. All they knew was that it would require much of all of them, not least because of the attention their burden might draw. And such attention was not far away.

As Niamh had spoken a prayer for the Mother’s favour and protection, the chilling and vengeful roar of ogres reached them from the dense woods just beyond. Distant footsteps became a significant thudding until what sounded like rolling thunder raged towards them. It was time to leave, Da’leshar made clear, and none disagreed with the sentinel. With bags and precious cargo slung over their shoulders, the Handmaidens scarpered. Bushes and branches were quickly flattened behind them as they ran for the road, but every time the elves felt distance had been created, they were quickly proven wrong, despite Niamh’s efforts to blind the ogres with Elune’s light and shield the elves’ flight. On and on they ran until they reached the forest’s edge and the flooded canyons of the Thousand Needles, forcing them to confront four ogres as the path they had followed vanished underwater. A boat laid docked, but it could not be reached before the Handmaidens had dealt with the brutes with the combined efforts of druidic and arcane affinity and the blessings of the Mother Moon. Calavienna charged forth in ursine form as Niamh and Elrinde attempted aid from afar. Eventually Elrinde made the ogres slip and fall with an immense, ley-controlled ball of water, and Niamh made sure to yank the tremendous druid to safety.

Oars were swiftly manned and soon the towering trees of Feralas began to slowly shrink and fade behind them. Relief found the Handmaidens as the roars of the ogres grew ever more distant and finally silent, replaced by the eerie and arid winds of the immense canyon walls around them, howling and whistling through cracks and chasms. There was a measure of solace to be found on the calm waters and the voyage thankfully proved uneventful, save for the young Shal’dorei who felt the slight rocking of the boat a cause for temporary illness. Nevertheless, the Handmaidens eventually found dry land once more and were met by a dry, chilling breeze and a jagged ridge of alien rocks that towered above with a single narrow, winding trail caving a path through, beckoning the Handmaidens onwards - to Gadgetzan.

The goblin hive laid like an oil stain on the shattered shores as the elves reluctantly decended from the hills. The colorful, flashing lights of debauchery, reckless greed and hedonistic indulgence cast an unnatural, almost disturbing glare at the sky as the dull, sleepless rumble from the nocturnal goings-on in the city escaped the city walls and into the dunes beyond. The Handmaidens wished most of all to give the city a wide berth, but they were without enough food and water, and the desert would surely require both. They had to enter.
Inside their scowls and gritted teeth grew ever more significant as eccentric goblin traders, drunk party-goers and shady opportunists filled the streets at every turn, and at every corner one advertisement sign or banner more swank and ostentatious than the last battled for the elves’ attention. But their minds were set to purpose. Niamh, Calavienna, Val’thira and De’lashar managed to locate food and protective scarfs to combat the erosive and relentless desert sands, while Teliste and Elrinde found water from a back alley vendor. Despite an irony aftertaste, it was likely as good as it was going to get, and Teliste’s unwavering determination saw them through the goblin’s attempts at the game of haggling.

They swiftly departed the city as swiftly as they had arrived and ventured on into the dunes. The sands that at first seemed calm and quiet proved treacherous, as sand trolls sought to ambush the Handmaidens with hatchet and spear, no doubt drawn by their alluring burden and the promise of power. Blood was drawn from both troll and elf, but in the end the servants of Elune proved victorious. The druids charged with ferocity, and a protective shield from Niamh and a display of illusionary trickery from Elrinde saw the trolls defeated, and so they descended into the verdant, humid depths of Un’Goro.

A distant, rumbling roar greeted them within, signalling that perhaps now was the time and place to make camp to rest and recover. The damp, hot and foreboding jungle now laid before them. The journey thus far had proved taxing, but a slithering thought crept upon mind that perhaps the greatest challenges yet remained unseen in that dark, green hell that surrounded them. And who knew what devilry the wastes of Silithus would hold…

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After some light rest, often disturbed by the noises of the beasts that dwelt within the jungles, the Handmaidens of Elune conducted their trek through Un’goro. Although they at first followed the boundaries of the crater, both for guidance and an element of safety, a mammoth devilsaur soon caught their scent and in it’s hunting pursuit pushed them off course. Perilously close to becoming lizard fodder, the Sisters managed to hold the creature back and put it to sleep with a well aimed pinecone from the druidess Teliste, allowing them to make their escspe. Now deep in the sweltering growth and their route lost, Elrinde and Da’leshar climbed above the canopy to search out their path, narrowly avoiding the swooping airborne reptiles that circled the group overhead.

Sanctuary was finally found in an outcrop on the rocky slope that led out of the basin, allowing a brief respite before what was surely their escspe from the jungle. However, as the women made their way up and towards the border into Silithus, the goblins that had shown such interest in the sword Da’leshar carried back in Gadgetzan ambushed them on the road. A scuffle followed, cut short by one of the accosters being swallowed and crushed in animated roots by Teliste, the threatening of beheading by Calavienna’s mammoth ursine form for another, and the removal of all their weapons through the leyweaving of Elrinde. A brief, one sided negotiation by Niámh and Da’leshar involving sparing their attackers any further harm providing they no longer blocked their way left the Sisters free to continue the road to Silithus, whrre they were met with the horrifying sight of Azeroth’s wound being plundered by mining Horde for her Azerite, a force so vast that the group of Kaldorei knew, at least in that moment, they were unable to stop it.

The one thing they could do though ,was reunite the piece of the world that they carried with it’s source. Heading to the Alliance encampment on the outer border of Silithus’ scarred flats, the weary and wounded servants of Elune were greated by a gnome arcanist representing the Champions of Azeroth. The gnome’s unorthodox but cheery hosting and the successful return of the azerite to where it belonged revitalised the Handmaidens, and after a day’s rest, gryphons loaned from their host saw them returned safely to Feralas, safe in the temple to recover from their journey and certain they had done the right thing.

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FRANTIC WAVING

This is not a bump, this is just a tribute!

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Well hey there!! This actually happened a week ago, but with patch landing and, to be quite honest, melting in the heat, bit late on putting this up!!

After returning from Val’sharah and the feast of Jurna’tore, the Handmaidens took a moment respite to welcome new members who had sought them out in those days to the Sisterhood. The peace was short lived though; Da’leshar brought word of an impending assault from a single captured troll supposedly impending on Feralas. Later, reports of possible Naga incursions in the forest were confirmed by the augur work of one of the new members to the sisterhood, Orithiel Dreambough. Accompanied by Lunaerei, a Highborne and one of the few survivors of the first incarnation of the Handmaidens, the Sisters ventured out to either confirm or deny the presence of Naga, something that was confirmed not only by the sea mist that had penetrated deep into the forest, but also the scene of slaughter that met them upon one of the nearby ruins. Massacred ogres littered the stonework and a single Naga trident stood protruding from one of them.

Following the scent of the invaders, Calavienna lead the group on, passing more scenes of destruction before the two spellworkers, Elrinde and Lunaerei, detected the scrying magic at one of the ruins, the first hint of what the cursed creatures were doing. With tempers rising and acrimony increasing, the group ventured on until they stepped into Darkmist ruins.

It didn’t take long for the mists to part and the presence of the Naga to reveal themselves. IN an attempt to seduce the women that had interrupted their foul machinations, they offered, offering the Handmaidens immortality in exchange for their assistance, a promise that held no sway over the Goddess’ loyal followers.

Battle erupted, the Sisters combining their mettle in a bid to put a stop to whatever the Naga were trying to do within the shadows of Feralas’ forests. Assault came from ground and air, someone on foot clashing fist and blade, while others took to the air, guiding hippogryph companions to rend at enemy flesh. The Highborne they brought with them though, seemed to come unhinged at the sight of the ancient enemy and unleashed such rains of fire that her Sisters ultimately had to incapacitate her too, lest she kill them all without prejudice for who was foe and who was friend. Eventually a body blow from the druidess Calavienna in her ursine shape prevented the spellcaster’s onslaught, leaving the Sisters safe to end the last of the serpentine sorceress and her protectorate. With the a last blow from the newest member of the circle, Orithiel, and her crescent scythe, the druidess declared their enemies purged in the name of the Goddess.

The wake of the battle, despite the evident distress and disgust her behaviour had caused the Sisters, Lunaerei took her leave back to the temple, leaving the others to deal with the fallout as she declared they were apparently too ignorant to appreciate the danger as she did. From the bloodied waters, an orb that the naga had brought with them was retrieved, a careful inspection by Elrinde determined it no threat, but also giving little answer as to its purpose either. Before further discussion could be had though, the pained cries of wildlife stole the attention of the two druids among the group, leading them to a mess of slain sprite darters that the Naga had cast aside in an act of pure cruelty. While hope seemed lost, a single darter clung on to life just long enough to pass it’s last remaining egg to the two druidesses, Orithiel taking it into her keeping. Throughout this tragic interaction, the aura of the orb they had found grew brighter the further they moved, seemingly lighting their way to something.

Following the Orb’s glowing, the remaining Handmaidens found the path into a sparse ruin deeper into the forest, what had one been a mighty structure crumbled and decayed into little more than dust. At the heart of the tumbledown building stood a brass pedastal, oddly instant within the bones of the place that had housed it, and in it’s proximity the orb shone as if it were a small sun. The Sisters placed the orb on what seemed to be it’s natural resting place at the pedestal and for a moment it seemed as if nothing were to happen. The light simply went out.

It was only when the group agreed to return to the Temple to tend to their wounds abd Da’leshar recovered the now dim globe from it’s stand, it’s true purpose was releaved. Lifting the orb and her gaze, her eyes fell on an amulet suspended middair above it, without hook or tether. Realising this must be what the Naga had sought and not knowing what further threat it might pose to her Sisters and the other people who dwelled within the relative safety of Feralas, Da’leshar snatched the pendant and took to the wilds with it, intent on keeping it from their scaled grasp…

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I can whole heartedly recommend this guild to our night elven sisters.

While I am not a sister myself, because I was sadly born a a male of the Manaleaf family, I know their roleplay is :fire:

It burns brighter and brighter, a beacon to all in the Sisterhood of Elune, and even all of the night elven, roleplay scene.

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Even if our first encounter was rather brief i would like this give this guild my approval stamp.
:star:
Great story line and excellent role play.
I wish you all the very best :pray:t3:

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I anoyed the Handmaidens earlier this week.

They are really great, and patient, even with a gnome that wants to excavate their ruins… uuh “temple” to unearth Titan ruins and facilities.

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Ishnu! Lovely to see so many visitors of late! Also story update oh my!!

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In the days following, the Handmaidens gathered themselves and mulled the information given up by the invading Naga before their defeat, Some discussion between them led to the decision that by the skills of Elrinde, a leygate should be opened between Isildien and Val’sharah for the safe evacuation of the Sisters should another attack be forthcoming. In order to both gather arcane stabilisers for Elrinde to be able to create the gate safely, and to investigate the insinuations made by the naga tidecaster before her death, they ventured to Eldre’thalas once more, Orithiel giving Daleshar the signal via moonstone rune to meet them. As the women made their way into the city, the presence of Naga made itself known by the ogre corpses littering their way. A single mauled survivor, missing an arm, staggered to its feet to try and accost the group, only to stumble the ground once more. As the women prepared to give it a quick and merciful death, Niámh stepped forwards and cast the Goddess’ light upon it, easing it’s pain and letting it go peacefully, a gesture of pity from the young priestess.

The sombre moment was shattered mere seconds later when the sound of combat erupted from the north east, ogres coursed across the courtyard eager to join the fight. Seeing the opportunity before them, Elrinde guided the sisters to where they had come from, seeking the conservatory where her father’s study had remained untouched for so many years.

Traversing the dust laden chambers, the Handmaidens cautiously made their way through the darkness, following false clues as Elrinde’s tracking stone lead them awry in all directions, no doubt the wear of time upon the ancient leymagic running through the place. Finally, the location of their quarry was found, and Elrinde and Niamh set about gaining access to the sealed chamber where the needed stabilisers lay, all the while the pendant tucked in Da’leshar’s tunic drew the attention of the Naga. Infused with invisible seals, the chamber for a frightening moment seemed beyond their access, until the leyweaver saw a small, silvery crescent symbol etched into the surface of the door. Recalling tales her mother would tell her of a Goddess dancing among the stars when she was a child, on instinct she urged Niámh to try and open the door in the name of Elune. At the height of the priestess’ invocation the seals broke and the door gave way, revealing the treasures beyond.

Calavienna and Orithiel saw to their defences throughout this, ambushing the first Naga as they slithered into the chambers, until one of the scout’s death cries split the air, undoing any last remaining hope of secrecy and subterfuge for the Kaldorei. Hearing the encroaching danger, Elrinde and Niámh frantically searched through the leyweaver’s ancestral belongings, all the while the Naga nearing, the scent of elvish blood in their slit nostrils. In desperation the room was torn almost apart until finally the pieces of the rods were found. Outside the cache, an inspection by the defending Handmaidens of one of the defeated Naga revealed scraps of ancient tomes, written in elvish hand and marked by the creature’s scales where it had no doubt slithered across the corpse of many ancient scriptures. Combined with the explosive magic being felt though the ancient city, it became clear that the cursed invaders were desperately trying to obtain something long forgotten, something that they could not leave them to obtain. Full knowing that whatever it was they were after would spell death and destruction for their people and allies if they got their hands on it.

Stablisers found, the Sisters made an attempt to flee, before the full force of Naga fury could be brought down upon them.Bottlenecked towards the ancient library within the city, Elrinde was given both the rods and the pendant previously found, as well as Orithiel’s adopted sprite darter egg, on the understanding that she was the only one who could escape at will if needed with her teleporting knowledge and warn the other Handmaidens back at the temple of the coming threat, a last desperate act if necessary…

Orders given and understood, the group pressed forth on fleet feet as fast as they could through the crumbling city, one of the native and sympathetic wisps coming down to lead them through the pitch black tunnels, a spark of light in the near hopeless dark. Drawing closer to the way out, they passed the defensive walls of thorns and bracken the druidess Teliste had left on their previous excursion there, deformed naga twisted up in the sentient tendrils, though the Kaldorei were allowed to pass freely. Escape seemed almost assured, the air becoming less stale as they climbed into higher chambers and burst into the library, the way out so close it could be touched.

As victory seemed all but won, though, a pressure wave of power slammed into the fleeing women, the unseen malignant force stopping them in a dead halt and blocking their way. The source of the spell was revealed to be a goliath naga sorceress and her protectorate peons, the serpentine spellcaster trying first to woo the servants of Elune with promises of power and beauty if they merely gave up the amulet they had ‘stolen’. Certain now that whatever it was could not be returned to their enemy, the Sisters bade Elrinde to run with their precious cargo, the leyweaver resisting abandoning them until blades and spells were unleashed between the two parties, their young Sister ultimately teleporting out for the greater good of protecting what she carried.

Fuelled by a sense of justice and duty, the Kaldorei fought bravely as wave after wave of striking steel and stombolts surged up to meet them, the naga to relieve them of their burdens by force if they would not give themselves up through bargaining. Cold and warm blood was spilled alike. Bones broken, bodies burnt, but not quarter was given by the servants of Elune, their faith the the Goddess emboldening them in their battle, until their foes were finally defeated, a great unleashing of the Night Warrior’s fury enabling victory and leaving nought but the dead serpent sorceress’ clawed hand still clutching what they had sought within Eldre’thalas; a Highborne tome.

Bloodied, wounded, but with their intent accomplished, the Handmaidens gathered up the book that seemed to have mattered so much to their enemy and emerged from the city into the light of the moon, journeying back to the safety of the temple to learn more of their hard won prizes…

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Is this a bump?

Oh my, why yes i think it is!

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And it is a good bump!

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The Handmaidens had a real good time working with the Nightblade Sentinels last night during the opening ceremony for the Heart of the Forest event. It was a blast of devotion and starlight.

In the coming days we will be focusing on stocking up the Temple in Isildien to provide a haven of healing and respite for all the wounded soldiers of the Alliance who are in Feralas to combat the Horde incursion. Cleansing, healing, bandaging, prayers and moral support will be offered and given in ample supply.

We are also still looking for other devoted Sisters who might wish to join us in our religious endeavors.

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War was coming to Feralas

Da’leshar stared out across the crumbled terrace of the temple, overlooking the entrance port and the paths either side, curving off around the chamber wings and towards the wilds. With quill in hand she scribbled what she saw in her tattered note book, and begun marking strategic locations for Ballista and fortification spikes. Thankfully she had the latter prepared from the Ogre Traps she had arranged previously, and dismantled when a traveling Dwarf fell upon them. She noted the canopy above, noted the vines and groove laden tracks that reached from root to crown and gave passage to those with the grip and stamina to climb upon.

She looked back to her notes and marked a third ballista spot, a central one that could cut through any air assault that could come their way. She placed crosses on the wall lines in equal spaces, where dormant arcane runes could be placed to protect the masony from ballistic assault. Lastly, she eyed branches and knot holes where long distance attacks could be launched form.

The Temple would be defended, and its defences would be hidden from mortal eye, the Horde would not set one foot upon sacred ground, and if any bypassed the line, they would have the fury of the Sisterhood waiting for them.

Motion caught the corner of her eye and she sunk to the ground, clambering along the archway until she oversaw the road below where a traveler made his way. Her Brother, hauling a case marked volatile and tailed by his Draenei assistant with more. In the coming days, wounded and dying would be brought to the temple grounds for healing, combatants would come and go like the flow of the tide

War was coming to Feralas.

The Handmaidens would be ready.

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Yooooo…!

I came in contact with these nice S.O.B. on the last time that I RP’ed and they were real nice!

Mori here is a 100% behind Elune, like, Azshara failed to proof she is a real proper Goddess, so he switched aliegences back to the Moon-Goddess and THE Arcana real quick afterwards and that didn’t mean nothing to the Handmaidens; anyone who choices the Mother Moon, Elune, above all else is welcome; be them Highborne or a lowborne-servant… Any and all are the same in their community and guild!

They alongside other guilds, totally opened my Highborne characters eyes and he will talk to them as semi-equals during their events, aslong as they act like the proper servants they are afterwards, ofcourse :wink:

Also I would like to extend my <3 to Niamh and Hedris because they’re awesome and they atleast try to bring a different(neutral) approach to RP, unlike most people now a days in this forced faction-War expansion, even if the faction war makes no sense…!

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Mordi, go away.

The faction war makes sense, the peaceful interludes between expansions do not.

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But we were getting along so well! :fearful:

In any case, can totally recommend this bunch also for the few hmm Hordies who are not rampaging invaders and seek to maybe get a friendly chat, if circumstances and logic allow.

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