[PCU] Worgen/Night Elf RP - Dirge of Teldrassil 🌳

[Kump-argent-dawn]

The Concordat fought a battle versus the Loyalists and Saurfang Legion this eve, finally pushing them out of the Hinterlands. (Screenshots edited by Frostvine).

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[Watrus-argent-dawn (Watrus)]

Had masses of fun fighting these guys in Hinterlands on Sunday! They took up most of the RV force at that giant battle, really giving them a run for their money.
Seriously loving seeing this bunch of savage tree-huggers around. Very cool to be ICly watching the treelines just in case… the Dirge lurk…

[Frostvine-argent-dawn]

She could not believe it. Captain Forestsong had agreed to aid Yandra with her training. Her training which had come to a halt ever since she left Teldrassil. She looked back at Kelidria with a goofy grin, feeling blessed with this opportunity.
Kelidria clapped her hands, “Chop-chop, you have little time to stand around, Frostvine.”
Yandra snapped out of her zoned out state. In her thoughts, she had imagined herself shapeshifting with ease, nature obeying at her every whim.
“What forms can you take, Frostvine?”
“Oh, er-… well, I am a druid of the talon, you see. And I studied the wildkin back at Starfall Village.” She paused and then mumbled, “Though, the latter is very difficult to control…”
“Let’s see it then.” Kelidria demanded.
“What?” Yandra blinked, “Now?”
Kelidria nodded. She began pacing around Yandra, studying her form as the young druid gathered focus. Yandra shut her eyes tightly, whispering a prayer to Elune. Though, she was interrupted, jumping a foot into the air!
“OUCH! H-hey! What was that for?!” Yandra rubbed her side, frowning at Kelidria.
Kelidria looked back at Yandra with a smile, she had pinched her. “You cannot expect to be allowed concentration each time you shift, Frostvine. Now, continue.”
Yandra did not argue, she merely nodded, her brow remaining furrowed. Whether it was out of agitation or focus was left unsaid.
She took a deep breath, beckoning the beast to emerge. Though, yet again Kelidria pinched her. Yandra hopped to the side. She could definitely feel it now, agitation. She glared back at Kelidria who did not say a word, she just kept pacing around Yandra.

Shifting into a wildkin did not come easy. Every time Yandra had used the form before, it was in times of war and rage. While shapeshifting came naturally in those situations, maintaining control was difficult. Losing oneself in such a primal state could mean never returning.

Kelidria applauded, smirking at Yandra. “Well done, Frostvine.”
Yandra blinked, looking down at her hands. No – wings. They had been turned into giant paws, clad in feathers. She wished to thank Kelidria for the praise, but could only utter a croaking chirping noise. She had been successful.

Yandra practiced for a great portion of the night with Kelidria, learning to utilize the wildkin form with a tranquil mind.

When they were done, the young druid returned to her elven self again. She bowed her head respectfully at Kelidria, “Thank you, Captain Forestsong. You will never know how much I appreciate your aid.”
“Shan’do will do just fine, Thero’shan.”

“As you say, Shan’do.”

[Kump-argent-dawn]

Last night, the Dirge of Teldrassil fought the minions of a powerful warlock. Unable to catch the summoner, they are currently tracking the culprit down… (Screenshots edited by Frostvine).

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[Frostvine-argent-dawn]

In between Dirge deployments, Yandra had trained restlessly. She was determined to soak in as much druidic knowledge as she possibly could. Dipping her toes into teachings of the claw, Yandra wondered when she would be able to take on the cat form.
Kelidria would only repeat ‘soon’, which made Yandra all the more impatient. Though, she would only nod politely in response, else she might face another unorthodox, and not to mention painful, lesson from her Shan’do.

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During the past few days, the Dirge of Teldrassil have investigated Eldre’Thalas. ‘Dire Maul’, as it had crudely been renamed. Whispers had emerged, surely spawning from something ancient within the old ruined halls.
With claw and dagger, the Dirge fought their way inside to solve the mystery. Becoming none the wiser yet, unfortunately. With a looming threat weighing heavily upon their shoulders, investigation continues…

[Kump-argent-dawn]

Dirge of Teldrassil attending a sermon held by the Veil of the Eclipse.

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Fighting off ogres and solving riddles in Dire Maul.

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[Frostvine-argent-dawn]

The Dirge had been stretched over many plots the past week. The meddler in ruined Eldre’Thalas was apparently a mischievous satyr. It had gone into hiding as the elves had begun putting two and two together. A dormant threat which would need much planning to be dealt with.

For now, our elves and worgen turned their attention to Stonetalon Mountains. It was not unusual to see Horde forces moving around the area, but the Dirge had spotted a particularly noisy troop which they intended to put a stop to.
And end them they did. The barren grounds had been stained a deep purple with orcish blood. Their supplies had been raided and what was left had been burned. The Dirge of Teldrassil left the area in a whirl of feathers. Soon, no one would be able to tell what had transpired there.

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Yandra scouted Ashenvale from the skies until dawn. Just as she was about to make way towards the inn for some well earned rest, a small owl landed on her shoulder. It hooted softly at the druid, stretching forth a leg. A rolled up message was tied to it. Yandra retrieved the little scroll and began reading it inquisitively. She usually never got sent any letters.
Though, her expression went from excited to somber in mere seconds. Her brows took a sad downturn and she was left standing in the doorway, frozen.
The owl still sat idly on Yandra’s shoulder, it was tired and surely far away from home. Yandra recognized it as an avian from Moonglade, probably. It had been long since she last visited.
The owl hooted at her again and huddled up in her hair. Yandra looked down at it, giving a small bleak smile.
Rather than claiming a bed at Astranaar’s inn, she sat at the balcony, looking out at the lake. There, she fell asleep curled up into a ball with the little owl pressed against her cheek and the letter scrunched in her hand.

“I must return to the Cenarion Circle and I fear I will not come back. Continue your training.”

[Ilistria-argent-dawn]

The Dirge had moved against a supply caravan in the southern region of Stonetalon. They had moved in unseen from the shadows on the outlaying orc scouts and dispatched them without to much fuss, then moved closer to the camp site where the wagons had stopped for the night. Most of the camp seemed to be sleeping. The Dirge had quickly moved in, and killed anyone within the tents before they could really even wake.

One orc grunt had let out a short cry as he was slaughtered and alerted the remaining camp, but after a vicious and fairly short battle the Dirge dispatched the remaining camp forces including the orc overseer whom had been the primary target.

Many of the bodies still lay where they had been sleeping and others lay where they had fallen after the short battle. A number of them, including the orc overseer were missing heads. There were no survivors.

Thick black smoke rose up into the night sky as the wagons of the caravan were set aflame. But any that would arrive at the camp to investigate would find no trace of the Dirge, they had left as silently and quickly as they had arrived.

For they were the Shadows in the night for the Horde to fear.

**

On her return to Astranaar Ilistria had made her way to the lakeshore, there she had cleaned up the two orc heads she had claimed after the battle, she would have taken more but there was a limit of how many she could hang from her belt, so she had settled for a collection of ears as well, which she placed into a leather pouch. She had enjoyed the battle, enjoyed taking the orc lives. The battle rage was still making her heart pound, vengeance had been done this night. More Horde blood had been taken, and a few more of those that burned at the Tree had been avenged.

[Kump-argent-dawn]

You will pay for Marok’s life!

Great guild.

[Ilistria-argent-dawn]

*Pats the shrunken severed head and hangs it back on her belt.

[Vashava-argent-dawn]

The Dirge have recently completed a long campaign to drive a hated warlock foe, who has been a thorn in their side for months, from Azeroth. Whilst the warlock may have escaped, two of her prized seconds, a felsworn Illidari, and a Satyr who had been corrupting ogres in Feralas, were slain without mercy! The Dirge then hunted down and killed a Orc Shaman, a veteran of all four Wars, and killed him in his home in the Northern Barrens.

If you’re interested in joining the Dirge and hunting down Horde, Loyalist, or otherwise, then /w Vashava or Aserynn in game!

[Frostvine-argent-dawn]

The Dirge had been tasked with dealing with a powerful orc shaman. A veteran who had been present during the burning of Teldrassil.
The elves tracked him down, finding him in a hut by the borders of the Northern Barrens.
A fight broke out. A battle which quickly came to an end as the orc did not fight back. The Dirge stood with claws and daggers raised, arrows and swords at the ready, confused.
“I have foreseen my death.” said the orc. “I knew it would come by the hands of elves. I have accepted this fate.”
“Good.” said some. “Die!” said others.
Yandra furrowed her brow, staring at the orc’s back, “How do you answer to the Forest Lord’s death in Ashenvale?! To the burning of Teldrassil?!”
“All orders.” said the orc plainly. He looked tired and venerable, as if old age would claim him at any moment.
“Have you no spine?! Take responsibility for your actions!” Yandra retorted.
The orc simply glanced back at her, remaining silent. Their eyes met and Yandra glared at him, wanting to feel hatred. She wanted vengeance for the crimes committed by the Horde, just as any other of her brethren.
Though, when she looked at the orc, she felt pity. He deserved death, Yandra recognized this fact, but the man was but a lifeless husk. She would not feel any satisfaction in killing him.

The orc suddenly reached for something around his neck, setting the elves on high alert. “As my final wish,” he said, “I want this memento buried.” A crude pendant of wood dangled from a leather string between his fingers. “It belonged to my son. He was only little when he was slain.”
Some of the elves hissed and spat, sneering at the orc. But Yandra stepped forth and snatched the pendant from the orc’s grubby hand. He allowed her to take it with no resistance.
“I have lived a dishonorable life, but my son did not. Now, I will pay for my sins.”
Yandra peered over at the orc, frowning yet. He could hardly repay his debt at Teldrassil with a single measly death, but she said nothing. She merely glanced down at the pendant in her palm, her brow turning soft.

There was a sound of the orc kneeling, a blade unsheathing and then a thump on the floor.
Ilistria wiped down her daggers and nodded at Yandra, “Continue, sister. Just as the Harbinger said.”
Yandra’s gaze darted from the pendant to Ilistria, then to the rolling head and finally to the beheaded body. She silently approached it and knelt down, pocketing the pendant.
Yandra withdrew a yseralline seed from a pouch on her belt. She placed it firmly on the orc’s still chest and leaned in to whisper, “Ishnu-dal-dieb.”
She stood up, focusing. She raised a trembling hand, calling for the force of nature to speed up the growth of the seed. It sprouted quickly and had soon flourished into a small and lush tree. A sign left behind of what had transpired.
“Let us leave this place.” Yandra said to the Dirge when she was finished, and the elves quickly disappeared into the night.

The act of accepting the orc’s heirloom had sparked conflict back at Astranaar. The Captain, amongst many others, had questioned Yandra’s principles. The young druid felt at odds with everyone, until Meiteria spoke up. “Do not confuse pity with weakness. The orc was to die and we brought death upon him.”
“It matters not.” Aserynn snarled, “I do not wish to see you pity the likes of orcs. I want you to smile with glee as you perform vengeance upon our enemies.”
Yandra took a deep breath, her fists trembling. Were her motives really being questioned? After all she had done in the name of balance, nature and Mother Moon? She felt it now, rage.
“I will never take joy in killing a living thing!” She piped up. “Both life and death is necessary in the great scheme of balance, this has been prevalent in all of my teachings! I will slay our foes as Elune wills, but must I feel enjoyment as I take someone’s life?! What then separates us from being mindless forsaken killing machines?!”
Yandra drew raggedy breaths. Her mind slowly catching up with what she had just done. She took a step back, in disbelief that she had opposed a leader of the Dirge so defiantly.

“If you do not have what it takes, you may as well leave now.” Aserynn said, with a hint of… was it bemusement? His words stung Yandra’s chest, leaving her speechless. She opened her mouth many times, only to close it again, resembling a stupefied fish.

“Frostvine. A word.” Vashava’s voice sounded stern, spawning from behind Yandra. Yandra had not heard the Harbinger approaching, she had been so busy with the conversation. She immediately straightened her back and inclined her head respectfully, following along.

The two spoke and Yandra explained what had transpired. Vashava had told Yandra that she could not accept any disarray amongst her ranks, but looked somewhat stunned as Yandra mentioned the pendant responsible for the bickering. She told the Harbinger of how it had belonged to an orcish child, one who had fallen too soon. It was strange, Yandra thought she had seen a hint of emotion in Vashava’s eyes as she mentioned this. But she was not offered much time to think about it. The Harbinger gave Yandra her blessing, to take Meiteria with her and bury the heirloom.

[Ilistria-argent-dawn]

When they found the old shaman the Dirge had expected a fight, this was an orc shaman that had taken part in all four wars, a veteran, one present when the orders to burn the tree were given by the Banshee Queen, one that had carried out those orders without question. Or that is what they had been told.

Ilistria had moved into the hut, slashed at the old shamans shoulder drawing blood, expecting him to put up a defence, but there was none. The orc had instead muttered something about having foreseen this moment, knowing he would meet his death, here, by one of the Dirge.

He looked defeated, he looked to regret the sins of his past, he had held out the pendant, uttered his final wishes for the trinket to be buried in memory of his dead son, Yandra had taken it from him.

Ilistria eyes had met the orcs briefly as she told him to kneel, watched him drop to his knees before her.

This was not an honourable death, nor was it one she took pleasure in. She had taken countless lives, seen the last moments in each, in some it was shock, in some it was pain, in some fear and in some it was relief. Each death was different, each one she remembered. Once she had dwelt upon them all, once she had wondered about each person she killed, wondered who they had really been. Some she had killed had been innocent of any crimes, this one was not, his actions had resulted in the deaths of innocents, those that burned in the tree had no chances to give last wishes, no chances to say goodbye, they burned in pain and suffering. And this orc by following orders had allowed it to happen.

Her blade came down fast and hard across the back of the orcs neck, detaching head from body in one clean strike.

An execution, quick and painless, too good for this orc Ilistria had thought as she picked up the head by the hair. The kaldorei he had killed had not died so quick, or painlessly. They had suffered. Had she been alone she may have made the death slower, part of her wanted that, but part of her still had honour, The orc had to die for his crimes, and she would not let the savage part of her win, she would not become what she hated most.

She had walked from the hut as Yandra had performed the remaining orders. The kill was empty, and without satisfaction. But it was one less orc. Blood taken as payment for the crime, vengeance and justice for those murdered. This orcs death would just be another face she saw when she slept, one more face among the countless many.

[Paladanna-argent-dawn]

I like this guild

[Frostvine-argent-dawn]

I like u

[Kump-argent-dawn]

I like them both.

[Stallnorth-argent-dawn]

Both… both… Nods Both is good.

[Vashava-argent-dawn]

Wildheart Point, Felwood

Vashava stood, watching Felwood with a glass of manawine, as the night ticked away. A smile crossed her usually taciturn face, as she recalled that night’s events. She had expected open warfare, that Shal’dorei and Kaldorei blood would be wasted while a vital Highborne relic lingered, unclaimed or worse, stolen by dark forces. Yet… this had not come to pass.

The day before, the Dirge had freed a Highborne spirit in Kel’Theril, who had been tortured by a corrupted druid. He told them of an ancient relic he had crafted: the Keystone. It has been intended to work as a shield against the demons in the War of the Ancients, but had been moved to a fortress in what became Felwood. Come the Sundering, and the Keystone was lost, and the spirit was trapped on Azeroth, unable to pass on. The corrupted druid, known to the Dirge as Adrissa Moonglow, sought this Keystone.

The Dirge had sworn then to see this relic recovered, and returned to the spirit, so he and his fellows could pass on into Elune’s light. That same night, they also received word that Shal’dorei, likely the Moonlight Melody, were intending to cleanse a Moonwell in Felwood. Unable to stand by and allow heretics to run amok in their lands, the Dirge set out with two goals. Find the Keystone, and stop the Shal’dorei.

As it turned out, they had no need to stop the Shal’dorei. When they arrived at the Moonwell, it was still corrupted, the Shal’dorei absent. So, the Dirge cleansed the Moonwell themselves, and ensured that it would not be tainted by foul heresy. With that done, the Dirge set out to find the Shal’dorei.

Following tracks, they followed the Shal’dorei’s trail and found that it was, indeed, the Moonlight Melody. The lone orc mentioned in the missive was a tell-tale sign. And they were not alone. They were working with the Order of Oronaar, erstwhile ‘allies’ of the Dirge, fighting a great, corrupted, demonic manifestation.

Vashava’s smile grew wider. Ah, and then the choice was clear, was it not? Fight now, and likely lose badly, and risk the mission to retrieve the relic, or otherwise ‘aid’ the Melody and the Order. The Melody, working with the Alliance… some would find a letter about the matter most interesting. And the Order, failing to call on the Dirge when dealing with a matter in Felwood? Such a betrayal… and the Dirge would be magnanimous about it. They would be understanding. Outwardly.

So, she gave the order to help the Melody and the Order. Conveniently ensuring that her troops, for the most part, were at the rear of any fights. When they found the Eredar who was leading this demonic horde, by chance he already had the Keystone. As his defeat drew near, he dropped the Keystone. And the Dirge had snatched it up at once. It had been twisted by fel magic, but Ayleris Greenshadow, one of the Dirge’s demon hunters, now kept the Keystone safe, and disguised it from prying eyes with her own fel aura. They would cleanse it as soon as possible.

Of course, there had been some damage. Greenshadow had been afflicted by a delusion spell, and had taken some nasty wounds, but her nature ensured that this was not as difficult to overcome than had it been Vashava herself. But every goal had been achieved, with no losses, and minimal long-term damage.

And now… Vashava sighed contentedly as she looked over Felwood, and took a long sip of manawine. Everything, she mused, as she savored the drink, had gone according to plan. Magnificent.

A great event today alongside the [PCU] Eternal Sisterhood - Dawn of the Eternal Night 🌑 and the [PCU] Draenei RP - Order of Oronaar 😇, if you’re looking for Nightborne or Draenei RP, then they’re the guys to go to! And also, a thank you to Arcaraan and Lazaares of the Order for organising it all!

[Kump-argent-dawn]

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[Ilistria-argent-dawn]

Ilistria sat by the lake in Ashenvale inspecting the hat she had taken off the goblin from the earlier raid the Dirge had made against them.
The Dirge had learned of the presence of the group using an oil platform in Northern Stonetalon polluting the area and no doubt being used to supply oil to Horde forces.

They had employed a new tactic of attacking from the air and it had taken the goblins by surprise, the battle had then progressed to the ground but after a time of fighting the Dirge had gained the upper hand and the group had surrendered to the Dirge.

Ilistria had claimed the trophy hat from a rather mouthy goblin that others seemed to refer to as Blondie. She did not really want the hat, but he had seemed attached to it so it amused her to take it from him, Something he cared about and taking something off a goblin that a goblin cared about seemed satisfying to her.

She would keep her new trophy hat along with her shrunken orc heads and severed ear collection.