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

[Vashava-argent-dawn]

Westfall Brigade Encampment, Grizzly Hills, Northrend.

Vashava looked out across the Encampment at night, deep in thought…

The conflict in the Grizzly Hills was drawing to an end, it seemed. The entirety of the forces aligned against against the Alliance, Horde, Scarlet, Loyalist, and Drust-Witch, had come for them at Grizzlemaw. And they had held. They had survived. They had persisted. Many had fallen, but the Alliance had endured. An Ancient of War, summoned by their Grizzlemaw allies, had been corrupted by one of their foes, likely the Drust-Witch working with the Horde, the same Horde that had summoned demons and monsters and worse to try and win this conflict.

The resources of the Grizzly Hills were either held by their allies, the Grizzlemaw, or otherwise reduced to broken splinters and ash. With the conflict over, the Iron Dwarves were unlikely to aid anyone further. It would take a while for anyone to move in and start actively extracting resources from the land, time in which the Alliance would be able to diplomatically take control of the land. The Horde had rejected peace terms, had attacked negotiators at the start of the conflict, and committed various acts of brutality and evil. With luck, Stormwind’s agents would use this to take back their land. It was a brutal victory of a strange sort, but a victory none-the-less.

And so, Vashava did not sleep this night. Instead, she took position overlooking the Encampment, and soon, a version of the Lament of the Highborne began to sound across the Encampment. Not the Thalassian version, but the original, Kaldorei version. It’s words are changed only slightly to mourn the fallen of all races, rather than just Kaldorei. A short while later, the same Lament is sung from the top of Grizzlemaw, echoing around the tree, paying respect to the Alliance’s valiant allies. Once more, Kaldorei, Furbolg, and the children of the Titans had stood together against evil, and once more, they had prevailed.

[Frostvine-argent-dawn]

Yandra did not return to camp until dawn. She had spent the night by the portal near Ursoc’s Den, mourning the loss of her borrowed saber. Their companionship had been brief, but sweet. Yandra felt guilty. Had she not allowed rage to take her, perhaps she would not have charged into such an unfavorable fight, which ultimately spilled the great feline’s life.
She huddled up into a ball, hugging her knees tightly. Yandra had almost been slain as well by the same orc to end her saber. His axe had come swinging for her chest, but she had narrowly ducked away from the attack. Only her hair had been caught and cut. She touched the jaggedy ends of her sloppy bob, grimacing. It would take some time to get used to, but it was nowhere near comparable to a loss, considering her fallen allies.

The sun began rivaling the night sky. Dawn was near. Yandra heard faint singing in the distance. Was that Vashava? She started walking back to camp, wiping her eyes.

She beelined for her tent, not wishing to speak to anyone at this time. Before crashing down onto her bedroll, she spotted a letter laid next to it. Confused, Yandra reached out for it, studying the envelope with an arched brow.
The parchment was light purple and had her name written across it. The seal had been stamped with a cog. Yandra smiled for seemingly the first time this eve, already suspecting who the sender might be.
Her smile only lasted for a brief moment however, for when she opened the letter, a familiar feather fell out. The same feather she had gifted to Turnbolt some months ago. Turnbolt was a gnome, and the two had somehow developed an unexpected friendship. Yandra was very fond of him.
She carefully raised the feather, studying it under a furrowed brow. She did not understand. Her eyes fell back onto the parchment, and she read-…

This is what the Horde do to those such as us, the ones that strive to better this world. They show no mercy or consideration, and they additionally never will. The feather accompanying this letter was found to be yours, Druid, and from my sights here in the Hills, it would seem that our hero, Taddarius Turnbolt trusted you well. Keep it as a memory, as to never forget the loss of him. For the Concordat.

Tears welled in Yandra’s eyes, smudging the text as they dripped down onto the letter. She pressed it to her chest, sobbing quietly until sleep claimed her.

As Yandra exited her tent the text morning, she gazed towards the direction of Conquest Hold. The letter was still clenched in her hand, the feather in the other. Her pale amber eyes blazed with an unrelenting fury as she swore to avenge her friend.

[Ilistria-argent-dawn]

Rage, overwhelming and powerful rage had taken hold of Ilistria as she saw the flames take hold of the tree. The new Horde, Saurfangs Horde, the Horde that had signed for peace with Anduin, Nothing had changed with them from Teldrassil. They had set fire to the fallen tree at Vordrassil. Everything was made clear to Ilistria, The Horde and the Loyalists were no different, they were all the Horde, all the same evil, The Banshee queen may have ordered the burning of Teldrassil, but it was the Horde that carried out the order, and now they had done it again, without her order.

They would all die, every one of them would die, there could be no peace, not while the Horde existed.

A red mist of hate and anger had taken control, she had let the inner monster inside her free, her blades slashed and weaved before her, she had no care for her own defence, if she was going to die here so be it, but she would take as many horde as possible with her in the process. Her only thought had been to kill and destroy any of the Horde that got in her way.

She had briefly stopped when she had found Yandra and Rynea, urging them to leave fast, she had waited until they were done and then moved up with them, her blades cutting and slashing out at any horde that got close. Then she had been aware of the Harbinger, and others of the Dirge. The south entrance was blocked by Horde forces. The sound of battle was all around, Ilistria had not waited, she had charged into the Horde lines, her blades now just an extension of her body, they hacked out at anything coming before her, she screamed in anger, forcing deeper into the ranks of the enemy, not waiting to see if any followed her, not caring. Her only purpose was to kill or be killed now.

Then she had found herself outside, Horde running past her, moving away from the burning tree. She had walked for a time, blades still coated in the blood of her enemies. Until she had found her nightsaber, or it had found her. She had mounted it and ridden it back to Westfall camp. Struggling to calm the monster inside her. But now she knew the path she was on was true.

The Horde would die, and she would kill as many as she could, no mercy, no forgiveness, just death for them, death for them all.

[Kump-argent-dawn]

Screenshots edited by Frostvine.

[Frostvine-argent-dawn]

Yandra flew towards Astranaar, landing on the inn balcony. There she found the rest of the Dirge.
“Oh, good! You must have received my message then, Harbinger?” said Yandra, smiling at Vashava who inclined her head.
“Very well.” said Yandra and turned her gaze to her brethren. She went to reveal the discovery she had made – Crying Violets. A curious flower which grew near the pools of Felwood. When you spoke to it, it would respond back in a shrill voice.
Yandra had the druidic tome to thank. The one she had found during the Felwood Campaign, some weeks ago. It was far from readable, since it seemed very old. Many of its pages held knowledge which would surely be forever lost. Though, some illustrations and stray words were still intact.
The Dirge looked back at Yandra with arched brows and concerned faces. Most, if not all of them, were probably questioning her sanity and were quite vocal about it. Though, Yandra did not let their doubt sway her enthusiasm. She was convinced this would be the Dirge’s ticket to long distance communication.

So the Dirge rode off atop their sabers, halting at the border between Ashenvale and Felwood. Yandra sent the elves out in pairs to look for the crying violets, seating herself off the road to prepare a cleansing ritual. The flowers did grow in a corrupted forest, after all. The sentinels of Astranaar would certainly not be keen on allowing the Dirge back in, should they return with tainted items.

As the Dirge set out, they would soon discover that Yandra had in fact been right. As they approached the various pools of Felwood, they laid eyes on the pretty purple flowers, idly swaying in the wind.
Some of the elves went to immediately pick them without issues, whilst others began poking and speaking to them. Ilistria was especially fond of the latter.

After a time spent collecting the crying violets, the Dirge returned to Yandra. She was glad to see them and their bounty. Most of the elves had recovered a whole bundle of flowers. Though, to Yandra’s surprise Azshandra and Rynea had only managed to retrieve a single one. Perhaps she had considered Rynea a flower picking prodigy, seeing as she too was a druid. Though, it mattered little, as the Dirge had accumulated more than enough.

Yandra, Kai and Rynea proceeded with the cleansing ritual, placing the crying violets in the center of a circle, made up by Darnassian symbols. The druids attempted to remove the corruption, being partially successful. It was good enough. They would be able to return to Ashenvale now, to continue their works.

[Stallnorth-argent-dawn]

Absolutely loving these stories, keep them up.

[Lunarglade-argent-dawn (Lunarglade)]

Hey there friendos, thought you could use a bump for no particular reason!

[Paladanna-argent-dawn]

The Dirge of Teldrassil series 3 action figures are available now

get yours today and own ur own vashava 4" mini with posable arms and arcane spell attachments

[Stallnorth-argent-dawn]

Hey guys! Quick question, how often do you guys visit Stormwind?

[Vashava-argent-dawn]

We often find ourselves there one or twice a month on business, normally for two or three days, but off again pretty quickly on missions in the Eastern Kingdoms.

[Stallnorth-argent-dawn]

Awesome!

Joining the Dirge has been on my mind for quite some time. Just thinking about it.

[Vashava-argent-dawn]

In the words of the Senate, “Dewit”.

[Stallnorth-argent-dawn]

“Dewit… dewit now…”

[Arindha-argent-dawn]

Can’t believe they chased us out of our own lands with the Highblood!
The Senate is too strong…
(Thank you for the superb fight Saturday!)

[Kâî-argent-dawn (Kâî)]

@Arindha-argent-dawn

Can’t believe they chased us out of our own lands with the Highblood!
The Senate is too strong…

Told you the defilers would not win.

[Vashava-argent-dawn]

The Dirge are currently in Feathermoon Stronghold, but we won’t be for long. We’ve got a busy week coming up of grove-tending, bloody sacrifices to Elune and assassinations, and who knows what else the week after. If you want to join in the fun, /w Vashava, Ayleris or Ilistria in game, or find us IC in Feralas now!

[Lunarglade-argent-dawn (Lunarglade)]

Bumping the -REAL- second coolest Elune Guild on the server.

[Estalarra-argent-dawn]

Bumping for the second coolest Elunites on the server.

[Frostvine-argent-dawn]

Raaaaugh, the backfire!

[Vashava-argent-dawn]

Worry not, for they will burn in Elune’s fire soon… Zin-al-Tyrande! Zin-al-Elune!