Nothing has changed. The pain is still the same. I can see your purity take shape in dreams that bring me neither comfort nor rest. Even after all these years, life after life, I still hear your voice whenever I close my eyes. My mind clings to the outlines of your face, refusing to let go of even the slightest part of it. O, how I remember the innocence beaming from your eyes; the way that snowy hair framed your gentle visage; that look sparkling with endless determination, resolve and patience — things that would forever become a paragon for our kin. Words cannot describe how deeply my heart longs for the way your beauty once shone through the darkest places and uplifted every corner it touched. Your laughter like the cheerful singing of birds, your smile like the rising of the full moon on a winter’s night. Words cannot describe the cruelty of the cosmos and the ways of the Goddess, who could not prevent the unjust retribution that would punish you for all eternity for your heroism. O stars, why? Why did you take her from me? How much must a daughter of the Goddess serve before she is granted even the mercy of eternal rest?
Do you suffer as I do, Elune? Do you shed tears when you pass her star—empty and without its light—knowing where she truly dwells? Do you remember how her heart stopped when love died before her eyes, and how hope withered when everything was taken from her? How she gave all that remained of herself to find meaning in her end, so that others might continue to walk beneath your light?
And the terror… when her soul realized that it was not the light of the night sky she was drifting toward, but the endless darkness of limbo, to which she was condemned by her enemies.
And when I close my eyes, I feel the cold rain upon my skin. The shattered skies of her memories and the weathered, ancient pillars of her home. I wander through that place of darkness, where thoughts unravel like spools of thread, and hopes and dreams stagnate into madness, and every most sincere prayer to you, O Goddess, is doomed to rot.
That cursed place where she lingers—unjustly imprisoned—watching over us all, suffering forever. Her screams and her pain become my own, while my reflection is slowly lost within the gloom, each vision another piece of her torn away from me.
The shadows lengthen in Eldre’aran…Every moonrise rises hollow.
Each fleeting joy is steeped in guilt.
All the Godess’ song are sorrow,
For she forever mourns
Her most devouted children.
Countless snow-white owls coo upon the roof beams of the Hunters’ Hall, which leads into the mountain stronghold of the Sentinel order. It is no easy task to keep snow and owl droppings away from the entrance of the hall, and it has become a never-ending duty for the novices of the Sisterhood of the Moon who serve within the unit.
Between the clear and tranquil days, when Winterspring lies in peaceful, radiant silence, the winds roar through the valleys and relentlessly drive fresh snow upon the roofs of the kaldorei buildings and before their halls.
Yet these days everything is in upheaval.
The priestesses’ frostsabers stir, agitated by the return of their matriarch’s mate. Wisps, charged with blessed moonwell water, melt stone and wood together as they begin the repairs of the fortress and the Hunters’ Hall. The novices spend their nights restoring everything to order and polish. Some of the ancient treants awaken from their frozen winter slumber.
The battle for Amirdrassil cost the order dearly. Little remains of the Sentinel host that once stood here. The time of renewal draws to an end for the Kalarar’mush’as; their wounds have been licked, sealed, and healed — though scars remain.
A new age begins.
The Harbinger of the Void looms ominously above Silvermoon. The Sunwell strains with all its power to hold the cosmic devourer at bay.
It is time for the warriors to awaken.
Time for the Ancients to return.
Time to find those who will face the coming horrors in the name of the Goddess’s vision and the peace of their kin.
The Clarion Call - Introducing our first event
Hello everyone! We hope you enjoyed the Midnight pre-release. Now that everything is slowly settling down, we're eager to finally kickstart this little project.On March 19th, Thursday, 20:00 server time we’ll be hosting a little introduction event where our characters share lore about the guild, answer questions and run trials and little training sessions to test if your characters are fit for sentinel duty.
If you’re interested to apply for the guild with your character, this is a first opportunity to get to know us and introduce your character. But it’s also a chance for characters who just want to know more about the organization and establish connections.
You can refer to either Enathir or Falkyrn on the day of our event!
We look forward to see you then!
Brothers and sisters, children of the stars,
We are the Kalarar’mush’as — hunters beneath the firmament, Sentinels of the Lunarglaives. Our covenant hails from the most remote and snow-swept valleys of icy Winterspring. For ten thousand years we have followed the guidance of the Moon Goddess and the stars, the example of our first martyr and of all priestesses who served both people and goddess, the wisdom of the Wild Gods, and the call of the souls of our kin — whether they are the sages of the night sky or the lost spirits who face oblivion in the darkness of the abyss.
Even now evil continues to haunt the ancient places of our forests — whether through the corruption of demonic presences, the curses of damned spirits, remnants of the Scourge, treacherous conspirators, or the brazen intrusion of hostile invaders and greedy poachers. And still there are curses and ancient sins buried within abandoned ruins, while great threats lurk in the deepest shadows of our homeland. The Eternal Warrior does not rest, and the Huntress’s Horn is never silent.
Our order has grown small through the wars of recent decades. The battles for Amirdrassil nearly cost us everything. Yet at last we rise again from our losses — strengthened, and ready once more to fight for our people.
If it has always been the deepest wish of your heart to become a protector of our kin and a defender of the Goddess’s vision; to guard our forests and our culture and earn the honor of becoming a Sentinel of our people — then your moment has come.
If you hear the call of our horns and are willing to follow the example of our idol and honor her memory; if you long to break the curses that plague our lands and let Elune’s light bring an end to damnation, then seek us and find us in the late days of the month of Yseralla.
Our banner unites druidic brethren, scouts and spies, warriors and scholars, and wielders of the arcane — so long as you are willing to serve the children of the stars.
Elune-adore.
Kalar melore.