Kai promised me a new Wolf pelt.
One as great and high quality as the Dirge itself. 
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Heard you guys are off in Zangarmarsh? Hope you show the Horde the wrath of Elune!
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Ilistria was the last person to speak to Redmane before her death, they had both been on a platform overlooking the fountain in Telredor during the attack by leper gnomes.
Death as always was never more than a few steps away and it had come quickly for Redmane.
A flying machine had swooped down towards the platform they had stood on, Ilistria had caught the movement from the corner of her eye and dived back towards the wall , shouting out a warning to Redmane, but the worgen had failed to react in time and the volley of bullets from the flying machine had cut through her body, dropping her to the ground almost instantly.
Ilistria had rushed over to her, tried to heal her with a potion, stopped the blood flowing from the gaping hole in the worgans throat with one of her emergency resins…but even as she had been doing it she had known the wounds suffered were not survivable, she had seen enough death in her lifetime to know such things.
She had called out for Sister Bloomtender none the less, but even when the druid had arrived it had been in vain, Redmane had died shortly after, the healing energies of nature not enough to mend the damage done to her body.
Ilistria had felt a mix of emotions rise within her, she had liked the worgen. Redmane had not wanted to even come to Zangarmarsh, Ilistria had talked with her just a few days before, telling her that if a naga threat was there they had to go deal with it, or the cause they fought for would be over. A battle on three fronts would be impossible, the Dirge could not fight naga, horde and loyalists at the same time. She did not know if her words had changed the Worgens mind to come or not and she would never know now.
Anger as always was the emotion that was strongest in Ilistria, it pushed up from below, building inside her… She would kill all those responsible for Redmanes death, the leper gnomes must have been sent by something greater, The Dirge would find them, destroy them and avenge Redmane.
Ilistria had not slept much that night, after the anger, came sorrow, she had thought back to the training day they had all spent together, using pretend weapons. Ilistria had once again refused to take part…Redmane had been less than keen, not seeing the point of it. The Harbinger had told Ilistria the point was not to learn to fight, but to have some fun…to get to know those you fought with better…but Ilistria had learned that getting closer to those you fought with also meant when they were taken, when they fell in battle it was that much harder to deal with.
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One day we will force the peoples of the world to stop putting weird stuff in our sacred Moonwells.
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Would kick fifteen more irradiated Cog Captains into your moonwell
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dunks your head into the very same moonwell
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Am looking forward to meeting you guys and joining your ranks.
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Crowton… Oh no.
Rest in peace.
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Whoa, whoa - gee - what? What!? The heck happened!?
Is Crowton really dead?
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Calling it now! He is coming back as a Death Knight! No way that this is the end for him. Not by a long shot.
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Winterspring, Kalimdor
Vashava slowly walked between rows and rows of shelves, each containing a long, deep tray. Each one was full of sickly, blue mushrooms. Greenish-yellow spores hung in the air, occasionally turning to dust as they landed on Vashava. Her arcane wards held the spores back from infecting her, a precaution she had taken great care about. Sixteen varieties of fungi were being cultivated in this remote facility, from all over Azeroth, and even from Outland. Deadly, each in their own horrific ways.
Some were deadly to eat, others produced spores that slowly destroyed those than inhaled them. Some would slowly grow inside the victim and kill them, others would simply be toxic. Worst of all, were the ones that took control of the mind entirely. But from this menagerie of Mycelium , something great would be created.
Vashava left the fungal habitats, passing through arcane wards as she did so, and turned to tonight’s task in her workshop. Two new flaming swords for the new Captain. She inspected the hilts he’d given her, and tutted. She’d have to add some arcanite to them, and the pommels would need replacing. But…
She looked around, and walked over to a shelf full of strange crystals marked ‘somewhat harmful’. She plucked a paired set of orange crystals from it, ice covering her hands as she did so. Wisps of steam curled around her arms, and she dropped the crystals on the table, next to the hilts. They’d do nicely.
As night turned to day, she worked at the new swords, layering enchantments over and under one another, recall spells, tracking spells, anti-tampering curses, and of course, the fiery enchantments. Behind her, a scythe sat in a wall of ice, it’s blade still white hot as it’s enchantments took. In a corner, piles of two-chamber canisters sat, about the size of a gnome’s head. Soon, Vashava thought as she worked, the work they’d begun would bear fruit.
The Dirge of Teldrassil is still going strong, and we’ve recently come back from a campaign in Zangarmarsh, and then fought a warlock and her minions, along with creating and sending a lovely, completely safe and non-lethal in any way gift to the Rotgarde. If you’re interested in joining the Dirge and joining in on the fun, then contact Felmoss or Vashava in game!
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Giving these guys a bump! Really chill people only had the pleasure of RPing with them once or twice. Recommended guild.
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Had a fun night of defending our humble temple from these dudes. 10/10 would have a moon-catfight again.
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Had a great time fighting these guys yesterday! Good spores! … Sports, I mean sports.
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An easy mistake to make.
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Wild Elves. Hot concept. Might even be the first PCU guild I join. But am I ready? Frightening.
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You should definitely hit us up! We’d be happy to have you.
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Winterspring: To Ilistria it was a place that held so many memories , She had started her life here so many thousand years ago, she could if she stood still with eyes closed almost hear the singing, the laughter, and remember the fun of the games she would play with the other young kaldorei of her age group. It had seemed so simple then, life had been happy. She had been happy and laughed so much back then.
Her parents had died when she was still young, before her coming of age, they had not died some heroic death battling a dangerous foe, they had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time and in some cruel moment fate had decided to take them from her, she struggled to remember them now, time faded memories and it was hard to recall how they looked, or even their voices , she remembered that they had loved her, shown her so much love during the time they had been with her.
They lay still together in a grave, all that gave memory to them now was a small pile of stones close to the village of Starfall , the place they had called home , the bodies long since gone and become dust and few who passed the stones would pay it any notice for it was nothing remarkable. They had not been rich, had not been high in society , her mother helped the priestesses at the temple, her father grew herbs. Simple and straightforward lives and all they had ever wanted was a daughter and Ilistria had made their lives complete and they had no desire to have more from life.
Ilistria had changed after they had died, the other kaldorei of the village cared for her still, tried to be there for her, she had even been taken in by one of the priestesses , given a home by her. But it did not replace the love she had felt for her parents, and she did not remember laughing or feeling true happiness since the moment they were gone. She kept more to herself, no longer playing with the others of her age, but instead sneaking off into the wilds, learning to hunt, learning to move without sound, without trace. Skills that would serve her well throughout her life although back then she had not known that.
Ilistria lifted her head looking up at the night sky, the stars so bright in the crisp cold air, they had always been so here she thought, she turned away from the pile of stones she had been standing before and started to wander further from Starfall, out into the wilds, as she used to when she called this place home.
The Dirge would wait, they were not due to leave for Feathermoon for another day yet, time enough for her to dwell a little longer in her memories, part of her wished so much she had never left this place, that her parents had never died that fateful night and she had lived the simple life they had. But fate had dealt her a different card and set her on a very different path, one that had brought her back here, with her new found family, a family she would fight for, and die to protect.
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Grab your glaives and make the Forsaken feel the blades.
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