The Black Moon. The hallmark of Whisperwindâs arrogance. The unfathomable corruption of the False Speaker of Elune made manifest.
Erena DETESTED it, LOATHED it, under itâs tainted light her sisters were powerless to call on the goddess. They were weak, something had to be done.
The Priestess had only just recovered from the foul dwellings of Kaldorei cultists. Cultists who, intentionally or otherwise, managed to turn their greatest weakness against them. Battle at the borders of Darkshore, under the light of the Black Moon, tore through Erenaâs forces as her usually potent lunar magic refused her call. It was only through, arguably regrettably, the Peonâs actions that the battle was even won that night. Erena felt fear and she was not willing to let it win.
It was perhaps an unseen blessing from her strained goddess then that Handmaiden Darkwarden scouted a patrol of Draenei fighting Demonic creatures in the area. Their natural affinity for the light, while primitive compared to her goddesses magic, would be just the thing they needed to destroy the Cultist forces in the area and fulfill her promise.
The Night Fell, and the Sisterhood of Falâadora set out to the location of the well. Though its tainted state was a strain on the hearts of the priestesses, Matron Lunarglade knew they did not possess the ability to call on Eluneâs light this close to Darkshore and she had a greater purpose in mind. The Sisterhoods forces were ordered to locate clues of the Draenei forces and intercept them, and intercept them they did.
It did not take long for Lunarglade to persuade the Draenei. The Matron was truly powerless along the border but her mind was still as sharp as ever. Within no time at all the combined Shalâdorei Devout and Draenei Soldiers were storming the barrows beneath the tainted woods, clearing out the Demonic threat. That was when she heard her⌠Vashava.
Erena knew the Dirge wouldnât be foolish enough to attack both orders at once, especially here so she continued on with the mission. Her only goal was to scout for the presumed dead outriders, and the Matron was rather amused to see Vashava had finally taken her advice and employed a priestess, adding some form of legitimacy to their infantile fools crusade.
Room by room the catacombs were purified, until the end. An Eredar had managed to secure an ancient Highborne artifact that he referred to as the Keystone. It was the source of his power, Erena felt it and so did the Dirge. The Demon was dispatched of, with some hindrances here and there⌠But almost immediately the Dirge vanished. She knew where, she wanted them there, it would be foolish to fight, the Sisterhoods forces were barely six and hostility wouldâve resorted in death most certainly. With the Artifact in their hands they would be confident, they wouldnât risk losing it, wouldnât risk attacking her.
Of course, the priestess knew, she wouldnât be able to let it simply remain in their hands. Unpurified this keystone would be a weapon of war that would reap untold suffering to Horde warriors and civilians alike, even without the Fel taint it could be used catastrophically. Though an item like that would be of use in the forbidden vaults of the Temple of Falâadora she was not willing to risk baiting Vashavaâs order into performing another unspeakable heresy, desecration of a temple of Elune.
âNeither order must possess this.â The priestess knew in her heart, she repeated to herself like a mantra. And as she spent the remaining night praying at the Moonwell in Whisperwind Grove she grew more resolute in her belief. A loss now will save countless in the future.