It had come to the closing night of the Campaignâs arrival to Moonglade and the festivities where due to start tomorrow.
Felentrick finally knowing and seeing that peace has been achieved and that although there was some hiccups along the way, the battle was long and brutal. The Campaign was not for the weary and in this; Felentrickâs shield showed it.
The once proud red and golden trimmed shield had been battered, buckled, the paint striped and the gold around it deterriorated it was in no way shape or form practical anymoreâŚNor was it salvagable. Though in this moment Felentrick smiled and brushed along the stained black bile, the very images of a long battle and he nodded at it.
âYou have served me well my friend, saved the lives of many including my own. For that I am grateful.â
He carried the shield with him to one of the hills that overlooked the lake and Nighthaven planting it one last time in the soil. Heâd sit next to the shield and seemed to of made a beautiful painting upon the black and red face. A white warpaint from ash and other ingredients. Painting the Ashen sigil upon it and then nodding. Moving off back to join his people, allies and frenemies of the Campaign in Nighthaven. As he left the hill dawn would come and shine a last time upon the shield where it now rests amongst the beautiful canopy of Moonglade.
The Festivities begin tomorrow and then the Ashen are set to return to Orgrimmar for a brief few moments of peace!
We will catch you all soon!