The Moonlight shun within the moonwell once more, the vibrant life affirming energy that had once been stolen away had been returned to Isildien. The night before, the combined efforts of Priestesses, a Druid and an Arcanist drove their power into the waters, Hedris himself sharing his own energy to those gathered to keep them strong, to embolden their hearts and strengthen their backs.
The plantlife that once wilted from the void corruption the water had been subjected too, stood tall once more, flowers blooming in vibrant colours as the gentle glow of moonlight danced across their flesh.
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Rumour has it that there is a group of ex-Horde who worship the Old Gods causing trouble within the lands of Feralas. Recently it has been told that they were spotted near the Ruins of Isildien, the growls of a Druid fending them off could be heard for anyone who was in the area, later the clashing of weapons again armour and the smells of Void magic would be palpable in the Ruins, including the areas around them.
For those with a better memory than most might also note that this is the same group who has been coming to Feralas this month, mentioning about how they wanted new minions, however, no one has gone missing just yet.
Karthaerel after bouncing into a sermon of some sorts yesterday which was by the Moonwell of the Stronghold. She was keen to find out information about the Altar of Twilight, especially after Laurana’s request of information and warning of what they would do. During the later hours of yesterday night and early hours of the morning, a Druid in their Owl form was seen looking around the Stronghold for a certain Demon Hunter who had acquired information recently.
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Over the last few days, violence has been erupting across Desolace, which would seem like the usual cycle of Centaur uprising would suddenly be shattered by the scent of sulfar and fel on the air.
A combined offensive of both Horde and Alliance races came together and did battle to aid the assailed Magram and Gelkis from the oppressive advance of the Maurdon Centaur.
Back in Isildien, Hedris and Suraia added the well water from Desolace to the greater well in the heart of the temple. as the pair watched with held breaths, the water of the well resonated and increased in power once again, its bonds with the leylines growing stronger after Invaria’s despoiling.
Fearing possible repercussions from the void addled Kaldorei, protective wards around the well buzz with life. while Invaria had been destroyed, she was no stranger to resurrection. some dark design that had yet to be discovered- the risk of her coming back again was a clear and present one. The allies of Isildien would not let the well be despoiled again.
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A letter signed by Dialythe Whitewood circulates in Night Elf and neutral settlements across Kalimdor and, inevitably, Horde settlements also.
Battle has found its way to the realm of Feralas once more. A warband of Orcs has invaded the jungle, laying the blame of dead farmers thoughtlessly at our feet, and in their mad dash for bloodlust and pride they threatened to burn the entirety of the forest down. Using the fury of the elements no less! Be vigilant on the high road and report any Orcish movements to the Veil of the Eclipse.
In a similar vein, copies of another letter are sent to the Tauren camps of Feralas, again signed Dialythe Whitewood:
Shu’halo, you are once again reminded that you will not be permitted to shelter warriors who come to make war upon us freely. Give no shelter to the Orcs.
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All you need to know is that Zer is cool. /flex
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Tonight the trees speak Bleeding Hollow!
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Your name is gross, but your cause is true.
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You know it, babey! That’s the Leechfang groove! Tribal dance
Hiruko shook his head, laying his back against the wooden pales of the tent.
His hands were filling a small parchment of vain words, asking the High Command which sent them there to send reinforcements.
"They come with the darkness… ", he said, as the last letter had gone by.
Bloodsong menaged to push them back, and retreated to catch breath and find an acceptable safe spot where to hide. But the battle was far from over.
The Orc exhaled a loud sigh, before getting up from the dusty ground, and head close to the bonfire Irobane had lit earlier that evening.
‘Another blood-thirsty war. The so called armstice won’t change anything…’, he thought.
‘But Bloodsong will not falter. We are fighting for the greater good of our kin, and if to sieze it, I have to impale that Archer’s head on a spear and bring it back to Orgrimmar… Then, I will.’
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In similar fashion as before, another letter begins to circulate around all settlements of central Kalimdor and perhaps beyond:
The Orcish menace came to the woodland realm in search of cruel vindication. All they have found here is bitter disappointment and the ashes of defeat as they slink away in tatters. I address all Horde eyes that fall upon this parchment; You will find the same. Only under the Banshee Queen have you been able to defeat us, and in your mindless want to alleviate your murderous frustrations on the lives of Starborne, you now seek to lay blame for all the ills you rightly deserve. Your sins are beyond counting. You crimes, beyond comprehension. The freedom to make peace does not belong to you.
And, once again, a letter that specifically addresses the Tauren of Feralas follows shortly afterwards. This time it is spelled out in the written language of the Taurahe peoples:
Once more have warmongers taken shelter behind the strength of your people. Perhaps you do not provide this hospitality willingly, but you do all the same, to those who come in search of anarchy and tragedy. Hospitality is a great societal honour among your race. Deny it to the makers of war or be held to account the very same.
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Recently there has been sightings of a strange Owlbeast in Feralas, a place where there are incredibly few, it comes to the Stronghold and the Tower of Estulan, asking for food and repaying those kind enough to give it some with the blessings of Elune.
It never remains longer than it deems nessecary and wanders off towards the Ruins of Isildien, vanishing into the mountains of the Frayfeather Highlands.
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It seems a druid of the Moon started to reside at Dreamer’s Rest at Oneiros, Feralas. She offers various services to the Kaldorei that come through there from blessings of weapons, arrows, armor and moonstones to scrying of the Moon and Stars and crafting of idols of the wild gods and dream catchers for any that might need them.
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Some claim to have seen a Nightborne woman stalking the ancient ruins of Isildien, only to disappear the moment any Alliance attention is turned in her direction. Her purpose among the long silent ruins remains unclear, but she seems reluctant to abandon her current haunt.
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Among a set of ruins in northern Feralas a deafening boom rings out across the trees, disturbing the wildlife in the area.
A Horde warband slaughtered refugees and rigged the ruins they took shelter in with azerite bombs. Not much is left of the hill where the ruins were as the devastation wrought by the raw power of azerite is huge.
Only a handful of refugees lived to tell the tale. They had no names of this Warband, but knew they were of the Horde with various races present. A single male sentinel survived as well, though his back had been carved up to resemble the symbol of the Horde.
Some point the blame by the tauren of Camp Ataya, others by the group that’s taken refuge in Shadowprey Village up in Desolace. Whatever it is, one thing is certain: they have azerite and aren’t afraid to use it.
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