the tale of baron hector krestan
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The Tale of Baron Hector Krestan or: Life and Death in the Burning
Steppes. A true story as told by an anonymous son of Stromgarde. Manuscript
edited by C. Mishunadare.
Chapter 1: Assembly in Stormwind
I remember that it was a rather dreary, rainy day when I arrived once more in
the rebuilt kingdom. I had come to the southern human city of Stormwind on a self-
imposed break of sorts from fighting the Scourge in the Plaguelands when I saw the
note tacked to the doorway of the Gilded Rose Inn.
Excitement! Adventure! Glory!
Baron Hector Krestan is seeking three to five companions for an expedition
into the charred lands north of Lakeshire. Applicants are expected to be well versed
in combat and able to subsist on meager provisions for days or weeks. Apply at the
Stormwind Keep.
That was all the advertisement said. Miss Allison, the innkeeper, smiled her
sweet smile and told me shed just received the note a couple hours earlier. I knew
the fight in the north was an important one, but the Argent Dawn couldnt possibly
miss me too much while I was away. Im not much of a bootlicker, but I knew the
value of serving the nobility of Stormwind, and thought I could do some good.
Applications for the Barons companion party began the next day, so I went to the
vault, where I kept my dress armor, and began to prepare to impress.
Smithing had always been my strong suit, so I had crafted my own suit of
dress plate. Id traded a goblins fortune in thorium to a dwarf in Tanaris for the
plans, but setting out my plate in front of me on my bed in the inn, I knew that it
had been worth it. Silvery shining breastplate and leggings; blue boots, pauldrons,
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and helm. I set to work carefully polishing them, and, admittedly, admiring my
handiwork a bit. By the time morning came around, Id gotten a good nights sleep,
donned my armor, and was ready to go. I strapped my sheath and shield across my
back and carefully made my way down the stairs of the inn. Miss Allison smiled and
blushed at me as I passed, which put me in an even better mood for the upcoming
day. I thought that I just might have a chance as I walked through the canals.
The day was much brighter and clearer than the one before. I marveled at the
structure of Stormwind Keep that shone in the sunlight as I approached. I am a loyal
son of Stromgarde, whose lands have seen grander days, but I am brother to all the
human nations, save the traitors of Alterac, and appreciate the strength and honor
of the southernmost kingdom of humanity. The Keep impresses me whenever I see
its spires stretching out above the Old Town, loyal guards nearly motionless at the
entrance that overlooked the citys canals. The grandeur continued within as arches
supported the distant ceilings above my head, polished stone making up the floor
and walls of the hallways. I was walking up the main corridor, admiring this
construction, when a man in robes strode out of another hallway and right into my
path, and even though he was rather thin, with no heavy armor, the look he shot
me stopped me in my tracks. He was average height, with long gray hair, a short
gray beard, and a stern face. His robes were purple, and every article of clothing he
wore was adorned with skulls. A demon, some red thing with no eyes and thick
antennae, followed him, as did a female gnome. The gnome was clad in leather and
wore ornately engineered goggles. A small mechanical squirrel, in turn, followed at
her heels.
As I said, he stared at me, looking like he expected me to apologize, though
he was the one that cut me off. After a moment, he continued walking, talking to
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the gnome, who did not appear to be listening. With human nobles like this Krestan
guy, it usually pays to show him that youre not afraid of him, because sadly
enough, usually they havent seen it before. The gnome nodded obliviously and
continued tinkering with something too small for me to see. The demon sniffed
something, then continued trailing like a happy puppy. The squirrel skittered along
in a distinctly mechanical fashion.
Upon hearing the Barons name, I followed the little party out of the main
corridor of the keep into a side hallway. We emerged into a cavernous room full of
adventurers like ourselves. The warlock and his entourage disappeared into the
crowd, and I was left standing, nearly blinded by the light reflecting off countless
surfaces of finely polished armor. It seemed like every staff was glowing, every
blade ablaze with some enchantment. My heart sank as I looked down at my own
suddenly pitiful equipment and sighed. I had cared for my shield, but various
servants of the Lich King had dented it over time. My sword had been enchanted by
a dwarven female with, looking back, more skill selling enchantments than actually
enchanting.
Pulling myself out of my malaise, I re-sheathed my blade across my back and
began to make my way through the crowd. I had to try to force my way between
two men in spiky plate, then around an elven priestess who looked as if shed
scream if my armor brushed her robes. My travel continued like this for a while, until
I broke through the crowd and saw a line of people leading to a table. At the table
sat a tall man with dark skin and medium length black hair. He was dressed in red
Alliance military garb with spiky constructions on his mantle and a staff on his back
that appeared to be aflame. The warlock and gnome I had entered with were
leaving. Every applicant before me greeted the man, bowing, professing respect,
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acting like a servant. Elves, men, dwarves and gnomes passed this way, each
looking and sounding much more impressive than myself.
As each mercenary before me spoke with the Baron and left to work
elsewhere, or to chat with the crowd at the back of the room, I realized that I had
nothing to offer this man that someone else could not fulfill with stronger armor and
more experience. At that moment, the warlocks words washed back into my mind.
Act like youre not afraid of him. With nothing, seemingly, to lose, I placed my helm
upon my head and drew my sword and shield. Two applicants remained ahead of me
in line, and I examined my equipment carefully. Finally, the assassin in front of me
left, and I walked forward to face Baron Hector Krestan. He stared at me, and I
stared back at him, dropping my sword point between two stones in the floor and
leaning on it slightly, shield held at my side.
Name, warrior? He asked, somewhat sternly but pleasantly.
I gave him first, middle and last. Currently I work for the Argent Dawn in the
north, where the soldiers of Stormwind seem scared to tread. Here he arched a
brow. I also have experience fighting to the west in Kalimdor, serving against the
centaur and demons in Desolace.
He stared at me again.
I stared back at him and tried to will myself taller.
He seemed to smile slightly. Yes. Well, thank you for your interest in this
expedition. He turned to an attendant, who made a few scratches on a scroll, then
motioned me over. I sheathed my sword once more, attempting to somehow display
ego while doing so, and stepped to the side as a bulky dwarven paladin took my
place in front of the Baron. The attendant looked up at me with a slight sneer as he
took some contact information from me. He then spoke up. As you know, the
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number of applicants accepted will be quite small. Please return in one weeks time
at noon to find out who will be accompanying the Baron. Good day. Apparently, he
thought that my chances were about zero.
I stared at him through my helm a moment before turning to walk away, and
he seemed to press himself back into his chair, which made me feel a little better. I
parted the crowd more easily on my way out, but once I left the keep, something
odd occurred that killed my mood once more. A young boy holding a doll literally
ran into me, bouncing off my leg and falling onto his behind. Another girl that
looked much like him, Im assuming his sister, was chasing him, crying, and stopped
next to her brother when she saw me. Caught up in my show of ego, I stared
daggers down at the boy, whose lip quivered. He thrust the doll back into his
sisters hands and took off rapidly in the direction from which he came. The girl
looked at me with unmistakable fear in her eyes at my appearance behind my helm
and thick armor. Realizing how I had scared these children with my body attitude, I
quickly tried to remove my helm and smile down at her, but the second my hand
left my side she took off after her brother. I sighed and began to walk back toward
the inn.
A week passed. I busied myself with various training regimens in Stormwind,
but did manage to spend a little time relaxing as Id promised myself I would do. A
week was the planned length of my vacation, so it was a good bit of luck that I
wasnt expected back at Lights Hope Chapel before Id receive word from the
Baron. I dont know if I thought I really had a chance of being taken along, or if I was
just musing on the potential. I resolved to go to the announcement of the
expedition, though, if just to see who did make the cut. When the sun peeked its
way through the clouds that morning, I rose and went for a swim in Elwynn, then
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returned, donning my silver and blue armor once more and making my way to the
Keep.
I arrived to see much the same crowd talking amongst themselves. I
attempted to work my way into the group and find some conversation, but had no
luck, my simple appearance drawing sneers once more. I donned my helm, this time
to hide within it. I spied the warlock and gnome I had encountered on my last visit.
The gnome was speaking excitedly about something to a Knight of the Silver Hand,
and the warlock was arguing loudly with a tall teal druid that looked both bored and
annoyed by the demonologists presence.
A few minutes after noon, Baron Krestan and his weasel-looking attendant
emerged into the room. The crowds parted for them, and they took their place at
the back of the room. The baron raised his hands, and the conversations in the
room slowly ceased. He smiled at everyone, and then began to speak.
Mercenaries, servants of Elune and the Light, heroes of the Alliance. I
welcome all of you once again to the hallowed halls of Stormwind Keep. I have done
much thinking over the last week, and while I wish I could bring all of you, the
Kingdom budgets simply wont allow it. A few people laughed quietly. That said, I
have made my decision, and now know which four of you will be accompanying me
on my expedition into the Burning Steppes. I would like to present to you, in no
particular order, my companions. Applause broke out.
He smiled and raised his arms once more. First, an accomplished servant of
the teachings of Cenarius, and a powerful mender of wounds: Kalendrian
Boughwhisper!
Applause broke out once more. The teal elf I had noticed before waved his
hand to be seen, smirked at the warlock, who grumbled childishly, and stepped
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forward. Some of the audience seemed to know the night elf and shouted
encouragements. His mantle looked like claws upon each shoulder and his robes
were colored green and brown. He stood beside the baron.
Next, a stalwart warrior, and servant of the Argent Dawn and the constant
battle against the Scourge!
The first time he said my name, I didnt notice and was scouring the crowd for
the second winner along with everyone else. The second time, I caught on, and
removed my helm, attempting to force my way through the crowd. They stood with
confusion and disbelief, and I eventually started shoving myself between them and
forward. I popped out of the crowd, and Baron Krestan smiled at me as I took my
place beside the druid, helm in hand. I smiled out at the crowd, where most of the
plate-wearers grumbled in disbelief. The baron, however, continued on as if I was
the obvious choice.
A mysterious and stoic, but efficient dreadmage, Crianas Mishunadare!
The crowd swiftly parted for the warlock I had run into a week before not
out of respect, but because no one wanted to be too near him. He strode smugly up
to the front of the room, the gnome Id seen him with following and standing at the
front of the crowd. The druid Kalendrians smile vanished. Ignoring the crowd, and
with a venomous smirk toward the druid, the warlock took his place beside me.
Peering over at my equipment, he quietly stated, You took my advice.
I nodded silently.
Thats the only way hed have chosenyou, he added. My smile began to
melt a little.
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The baron continued. Finally, he said, a daughter of Gnomeregan who
brings its technical expertise into the future, Sprit Cogtwirl Spritetoggle the
Second!
That female gnome that had accompanied the warlock grinned. She grabbed
her mechanical squirrel and hugged it to her as she ran forward to take her place
beside the warlock. She smiled down the row at all of us, and the Baron smiled back
at her.
To the rest of you, I thank you for your interest in the expedition. Better luck
to all of you on my next adventure! Until then, please continue your service to the
Alliance, and may the Light protect you all. The baron ignored the clamor of the
crowd, half-disappointment, half outrage, and greeted each of us in turn before
addressing the group. Please inform whoever you need to inform about our
expedition. I expect us to be gone for about one month. Food and supplies will be
provided. We will meet here one week from now. Congratulations to all of you, and I
look forward to seeing you all again in seven days time.
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Chapter 2: From Elwynn to Elementals
A week passed without incident. I sent my correspondence off to the Dawn,
informing them of my planned absence. I polished and prepared my armor. I stocked
up on sharpening stones and some combat elixirs. I exercised and visited with my
trainers. When the sun rose on the day of our partys departure, I gathered my
belongings and set out for the Keep once more. I found the Keep free of the crowds
of adventurers for once. The baron was there with his weasel of a familiar, as was
the druid, Kalendrian, who spoke softly with the noble. Both smiled at me when I
entered, and I set my helm down on a tabletop and greeted each.
Good morning, human, the druid said softly. Im glad that I can work with a
defender of the northern lands. Ive spent my time there as well and know how dire
the situation is.
Thank you, I offered. Im not from Lordaeron, but I still feel like its my
struggle.
Not mine, someone said. With all the idiots that cant see past their own
memories and property values up north, I can spend my time on other fights.
Though I didnt recognize the voice coming from behind me, I recognized the tone,
and knew that Crianas, the warlock, had arrived. The cacophony of footsteps I heard
confirmed that hed brought his demon, and that the gnome rogue Sprit and her
companion squirrel had arrived as well. I turned around.
The Argent Dawn isnt fighting for nobles deeds in Lordaeron, theyre
fighting the menace that is the Scourge, I stated. Do they not pay enough for your
refined tastes, warlock?
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The older man glowered. Dont impugn my morality. You havent the fondest
idea what I fight for.
I sneered back. Personal glory or the highest bidder, Im sure.
My impromptu opponent puffed himself up slightly, and was about to walk
over to me when a firm Gentlemen, from the baron stopped him. I will not have
such infighting on this expedition. Find out what drives each other through less
confrontational channels, please. And we should have time to get to know each
other during the travel. Krestan turned to his supplies, and Crianas turned to deal
with his own equipment.
Crianas caused no other problems that day. Baron Krestan explained our
timetable for travelling from Stormwind to Goldshire and Eastvale; from there, east
to the mountains and Lakeshire, and from that town north into the black wastes of
the Burning Steppes. We were to leave the next morning, so my enthusiasm and
zeal was put off another day. I spent my remaining free time giving my equipment
yet another look and walking around the city, taking in the sights. When I was a kid,
my parents talked about Stormwind as if it was gone, in the past tense. This made
my experiences there all the more magical.
Dawn broke on the Valley of Heroes, and I strode calmly between the statues
of the fallen to the meeting point at the gates of Stormwind. My sword and shield
were strapped to my back, so anyone following us would know I was a son of
Stromgarde. I carried a spear as well, one gifted to me by a quartermaster for the
Stormpike clan after I served against the trolls and orcs in Alterac. This I used as a
walking stick for any long journey I took on foot.
About a year prior, I had been with a group of mercenaries that stopped in
Hillsbrad Fields for a nights rest. Our force consisted of a leather-clad skirmisher, a
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fire mage, a gnomish demonologist, myself, and another armored warrior. We
retired to our beds that night peacefully, but after only about an hours sleep, we
were roused suddenly by a cry from the gnome. We sprang out of bed to find a
familiar looking orange mask that the sleepless gnome had spotted among the
mages other things.
Unfortunately, it was that moment that the fully clothed and armored mage
walked into the room with the other four of us dressed for bed.
When the dust cleared, the warrior was dead, and the skirmisher lay charred
atop the mage with both swords buried into the other mans flesh. The blasts of fire
and shadow that had flooded the room knocked my leg into a burned and twisted
shape. A Knight of the Silver Hand in Southshore managed to patch me up, but Ive
had a slight limp ever since. And so I use my spear for balance, and to relieve
weight on long journeys.
Anyway, I approached the gate to find Baron Krestan waiting in the same red,
ornate robes Id seen him in a week before. Crianas stood to the side, seemingly
staring at nothing. After greeting the Baron, I cautiously strode over to the warlocks
side the opposite side as his blind demonic pet. His eyes darted between bushes
and trees nearby. What are you?
Duel.
Duel?
The warlock just pointed to a shadowy patch of bushes. I opened my mouth
to speak again when I suddenly saw a dark panther pounce at something. A colorful
ball rolled beneath the cat and shoved it away, landing on its feet as I recognized it
as Sprit. The cat and gnome leapt at each other once more, clawing and slashing in
midair before disappearing into the shadows again.
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I blinked, and it happened again, except that the gnome knocked the cat
down deftly with the flat side of a blade, then tackled it, holding a dagger to the
side of its head. The pair froze, then Sprit climbed off and disappeared once more,
and with a flash of green-hued light, the cat materialized into Kalendrian
Boughwhisper, who waved at me. I waved back. But whered Sprit go? I asked.
The druid shrugged and strode over, breathing heavily. If you couldnt tell, I
couldnt see her very well.
I shook my head. I just got here, Im afraid.
With that, the warlock pointed at the base of a tree about ten yards away.
Kalendrian and I blinked, at which the warlock rolled his eyes, turned to his demon,
and said Malak rizal.
The pup bounded forward toward the point and we heard a squeal, then
watched the felhound chase Sprit out from behind the other side of the tree.
I hate you, Crianas, and Im going to gut this demon if you dont call it off!
the gnome warned.
After enjoying a long grin, the warlock snapped his fingers and the beast trod
once again toward his side. We all turned to face the Baron, who smiled.
Congratulations, Sprit. Now then. Everyone please grab a rucksack of supplies. He
turned to gesture at the cluster of bags behind him. I assume youve all left your
mounts with the stable master?
He turned to see Crianas astride a black, fiery demonic horse among the rest
of us. Crianas gave a remarkably innocent look.
Mister Mishunadare, the rules for this expedition clearly state that
Baron Krestan, this is not a horse. It is a Xorothian Dreadsteed, and
furthermore simply a physical instantiation, not a real animal. This summoning
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image requires no food or care yet can carry all of those sacks so that we arent
burdened in combat. And it was at that moment that I really began to appreciate
that even though the warlock was right, he was very, very, veryannoying.
The baron agreed to the warlocks plan, and we walked off, Crianas mounted,
into Elwynn forest. Kalendrian shifted once more into his feline form and darted off
into the woods ahead of us. I would occasionally catch glimpses of him between
trees, always slightly ahead of us on the path. Nothing much happened as we
traveled from Stormwind to Goldshire, Goldshire east to the lumber camps, and
from there into the rocky, red area south of Lakeshire. It was in the inn there that we
spent our last night in the safety and decency of Stormwinds lands.
Morning broke, and after a brief swim in Lake Everstill, I rejoined my four
companions in the inn, where we dressed and prepared for the days travel. Once
again, Crianas mounted his demonic steed, a fact that again seemed to bother the
Baron, and we quietly set out from Lakeshire. The magistrate of the town there
warned us of orcish raiding parties that would occasionally venture out from
Stonewatch Keep, which had been captured by the Blackrock Clan. He stated that
they should be no trouble for soldiers of our caliber, however, and I guess the orcs
thought the same. I spotted a few scouts along our way, but none of them ever
challenged us, or even got close. However, they might not have had a chance
Kalendrian was moving silently ahead of us once again, and when he rejoined us
four at the north end of Redridge, I saw blood on his claws.
Between Redridge and the ashen Steppes themselves, there is a large,
broken gate that dates from the orcish occupation. Our group paused there for a
moment to catch some breath this was the point that danger really began for our
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expedition. Cautiously we approached the gate, when suddenly Kalendrian reverted
to an elf and halted us. He peered around the corner, then motioned for Crianas to
approach. Crianas made some arcane motions with his hands, and a green orb
appeared before him. He closed his eyes, and a pupil appeared to impossibly open
on the orb before it sped ahead, floating in midair, and looked past the doorway.
The orb disappeared, and Crianas opened his eyes again and dismounted. I arched
a brow at him.
Elementals, he said quietly. Purple geometric light channeled about him for
a few seconds, and then a shape grew from a shadow at his feet into a fully-fledged
Voidwalker. Sprit and Kalendrian snuck to the other side of the doorway. He turned
to the Baron, who nodded, and I drew my sword and shield. The Baron and I each
pressed our backs against the heavy gate, prepared to turn and attack. However,
Crianas just strode forward out the gate, and with a word in Demonic and a wave of
his hands, his Voidwalker charged ahead.
Sighing, I turned the corner and saw three rock beings on a narrow bridge
over a flow of lava. One earth elemental suddenly turned ethereal and greenish, its
movement halting as it seemed to shimmer halfway out of existence. Two more
charged at us. The Voidwalker intercepted one, and the two beings began swiping
and swinging at each other. I charged the other rock form and deflected one large
stony fist with my shield. Kalendrian suddenly sprung from the side and pounced
on the jumble of rocks so hard that it fell into the flow of lava, and the druid leapt to
shore. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other attacker blasted into chunks by
combined shadow and frost attacks, and I quickly sheathed my sword and shield
and drew my spear. My opponent seemed stuck in the lava flow, and began to glow
red. I twirled my spear once and drove it hard into the elemental, and the blade
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plunged into the melting rock. The burning eyes of the elemental went dark, and its
limbs stilled, and I withdrew the spear. I heard a sigh, and Sprit materialized out of
nowhere at my side. I didnt get to do anything, she lamented.
We turned to the third, banished opponent, who still appeared enraged at us
from whatever dimension hed been forced into. When he rematerialized, a blast of
magic from the druid, warlock, and mage forced him off the other side of the bridge
and into the lava, where he lay trapped like his companion. Baron Krestan turned to
the gnome. Would you do the honors? he asked, and with a flourish Sprit hurled a
throwing knife right between the eyes of the construct, which then stilled.
The Baron clapped. A good showing, everyone. Shall we continue?
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Chapter 3: The First to Fall
We continued our march into the blighted lands of the Burning Steppes.
Kalendrian once again assumed his cat shape and scouted ahead for us, while Sprit
silently brought up the rear. Crianas continued, mounted, with the Baron and myself
at his side. Crianas listed in a monotone voice various facts about the region its
formation when the Dark Iron dwarves summoned Ragnaros, its current occupation
by said dwarves, Blackrock Orcs, and black dragons, and the war between the
forces.
And its those dwarves that we come to fight now, the baron added. As a
service to our allies in Ironforge and the Alliance as a whole.
We continued on a northward path. The Baron stated that we would not be
stopping at Morgans Vigil, the Alliance encampment to the east. Instead, we would
bear north for the dwarven ruins, and then west toward Blackrock Mountain itself.
Crianas and Sprit stated that they had been on excursions into the mountain before.
When the subject of why each of us was personally here, Crianas even made a
startling admission.
Once, the dwarves here managed to defeat and capture me. My link to
House Blackstone made them want to ransom me, but a group of Horde travelers
graciously broke me out of the prisons in the mountain and spared me after that. So
when this opportunity for vengeance presented itself, I was quick to act.
We made a camp in the shadow of Dreadmaul rock, to the northeast, to relax
for the night. The baron started a fire, and we unpacked some dried meats and
unleavened bread from our packs. Isnt even anywhere good here to fish, Sprit
lamented. The brimstone taste in the air permeated the food, and everyone but
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Baron Krestan seemed miserable. He happily munched on the bland food while the
rest of us glowered. Crianas, predictably, turned his gloom on the Baron.
So. That armor. Military issue, correct? Did you serve, or just want to dress
like a war hero? he asked smugly between bites.
Krestan smiled without hint of venom and replied, No, Im afraid I have no
military decorations to my name. I was awarded this armor, however, in recognition
of the skill with magic I learned in Dalaran.
This last point seemed to flip a switch in the warlocks brain, and for a reason
I wouldnt understand until much later, he began staring at the Barons hands.
Now, however, the venom came out. What about your gruesome armor?
the baron asked. The skulls on the shoulders did you get those yourself, or just
pay someone to look spooky?
Myself. Drakes, Crianas replied.
I thought so. What dragonflight? the Baron probed, a shadow seeming to
fall over his face.
The warlock twitched slightly, and paused before answering. Red, he said.
An unsettling silence fell over the camp, so I volunteered some information. I
made this armor myself, I offered a bit awkwardly, and the conversation continued,
but with a much more subdued tone.
We retired early that night, with Crianas volunteering to stand watch, and I
offered to take the early morning hours. I rose at around one and relieved him, and
proceeded to stare into the maw of that ashen land for hours until the rest awoke
with the hazy dawn. The baron stated that we should probably leave the camp as it
was travelers here were rare, and the dwarves would likely not track us, if we did
things right elimination of stragglers was Sprits task. Since we were also no more
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than a day from the supplies of Redridge, we left our packs and proceeded only with
armor and weapons.
We proceeded northwest until Kalendrian stopped us, and we looked out to
barely notice the ruins in the distance. Various dwarven agents worked amidst the
ruins, and employed golems for manual labor. Crianas summoned a succubus
without a word, a creature that promptly disappeared. I drew my spear as
Kalendrian and Sprit leapt ahead toward the city, and Crianas, Baron Krestan, and I
strode toward the destroyed city of Thaurissan.
One dwarf was patrolling the outskirts of the area. Crianass succubus faded
into visibility ahead of him, and with a wave of her arms, he was entranced. He
slowly stepped toward this new form until with a lightning-quick movement, Sprit
slit his throat before jogging off into the shadows once more. The succubus
vanished and the corpse was the only evidence remaining. We continued on into
what had probably been some kind of plaza. Dwarves were around the edges, but
none had seemed to see us. The Baron strode out into an empty area, and began to
yell.
Flee to your caverns, cowardly dwarves, for your doom has arrived! he
proclaimed, and began channeling something. The dwarves seemed to stare for a
moment in disbelief until a column of flame erupted beneath three of them and
incinerated them all.
A moment later, a blast of shadow energy from our warlock slammed into the
gut of one of the golems, making it stumble and fall back onto the ground with a
crash, motionless. Another dwarf screamed as Sprit buried a dagger between his
shoulder blades and tackled him. Two more dwarves turned toward her as I ran
toward her position, and several others pulled out rifles and began firing at me. I
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charged one dwarf and brought the point of my spear down across his chest, then
spun and slashed his neighbor before he could hurl a fireball my way. However, a
sharp burning sensation still tore through my shoulder, and I turned to see another
mage immolated by the Baron. A cool refreshing wave of healing washed through
me, and I mentally thanked Kalendrian before sprinting after my next target.
The noise attracted more comers, and before long, the ground was littered
with the bodies of dwarves and broken golems. Those stone creations gave our
blades and claws trouble, but Crianas and Baron Krestan consistently blasted them
into the earth. The Baron seemed to almost be having fun, cackling when his and
Crianass ranged attacks, plus Sprits seemingly random and terrifying
assassinations, caused near panic among the remaining Dark Irons. When the
Baron, Crianas, and I strode around the corner and bore down on the last line of
defense, the remaining enemies fled toward the mountain. Sprit and Kalendrian
each dropped one more as they ran, and we returned to our campsite.
We chatted and joked with each other after ensuring ourselves of our health,
and went to bed early. The Baron and Kalendrian took up watch duty, and the rest of
us had a good nights sleep recuperating from the battle. I awoke around dawn to
find Crianas eating some of the food wed brought along, and the Baron
meditating. Kalendrian was curled up in that particular feline way resting, so I
scratched him behind the ears as I passed. He gave me an irked look that I think no
natural cat could pull off and went back to his rest. Sprit emerged from her tent with
her pet mechanical squirrel. She told me that it was named Boo, and Crianas had
added sarcastically that it was called that because it scared off all Sprits suitors. I
hate you, Cri, Sprit responded, and began chomping on her morning meal.
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Baron Krestan joined us after a few minutes and stated that wed be moving
our camp farther west today. However, due to the presence of Blackrock orcs on
either side of the road, wed likely have to fight as we went. We loaded our
provisions on Crianass dreadsteed and began the long march west toward
Blackrock Mountain.
I walked with my spear, ready for orcs to give us trouble. Sprit and Kalendrian
both moved ahead of the rest of us, and wed occasionally hear the sounds of
combat and come across the body of an orc on the road. Unfortunately, it would
seem that someone amongst the Blackrocks noticed these absences.
We stopped at one point to reload the steed, as some of the packs had come
loose. All of our party's attention, save for Sprit and Kalendrian ahead, was on the
horse, and when we turned back to the road, eight orcs blocked our way. They
howled, and more howls joined in from a hillside to our left, where five
shadowcasters stood.
The Baron frowned, but Crianas simply strode a couple of steps ahead.
Funny, he said, how these Blackrocks think they know how dark magic works.
His hands began to glow black, and the orcs on the hillside began channeling spells.
The eight warriors ahead of us charged. Deal with those eight, Crianas said, and I
would have rolled my eyes if I wasnt staring at the attackers. The Baron turned and
blasted one orc with a quick burst of flame, and he fell. I pulled my shield and blade
from my back and charged at another, slamming my bulwark into his face before he
could swing his weapon. The other fighters began to converge on me, and I quickly
retreated beneath withering blows. I felt the ground shake and nearly lost my
footing when the attack continued. One swipe glanced off my helm, another slashed
at my shield, but a third went low and caught my bad leg. Another orc howled in
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fiery misery, but I stumbled back and fell beneath my shield. One orc ran past me
toward the Baron, but two of the warriors ran to me, about to finish me off, when a
giant, fiery stone arm caught them and hurled them away from my fallen form.
Amazed, I watched the infernal, demon of rock and flame, storm the remaining orcs,
who immediately attacked it even as its internal heat seared them and it attempted
to pound them into submission.
When Crianas had summoned the behemoth, it landed squarely on top of
three of the orcs on the hillside, blasting them to bits. The other two had been
wounded and stunned, and the warlock magically scared off one while he and the
other traded shadow magic volleys. Now the human was on one knee, left arm
extended with a greenish tendril of energy being pulled from the orc, who continued
firing shadowbolts at his opponent.Where in Azeroth are Sprit and that blasted
druid? he asked, his voice trailing off until both he and his opponent collapsed,
motionless. In the meantime, the other spellcaster had recovered and run back
toward our battle site, where his magical assaults, combined with the blades of his
allies, finally toppled the mighty infernal, and it fell to the ground as merely a pile of
blackened stones, crushing one Blackrock beneath it. I slowly got to my feet once
more to see two orcish warriors remaining. With a painful sprint and a diving tackle I
cut one down, and a mixed barrage of fire and frost attacks from Baron Krestan
defeated the other. The remaining spellcaster ran toward us until suddenly a dark
sigil of a skull appeared above his head and he dropped to his knees in what
appeared to be terrible pain. The Baron and I turned to watch him writhe and howl
until even I could stand no more and walked over to finish him off with a quick jab
from my spear.
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See Crianas said, with a cough, as he shakily rose to his feet. Told you I
could handle the spellcasters.
I bandaged the warlock carefully. He was bleeding heavily from his right side,
and that side of his face was also discolored bruised, but also seemingly webbed
with black lines, a side effect of the shadow magic. He made a sort of hood and
mask from his cloak and joined me in walking onward once more. The baron had
gone ahead to look for Sprit and Kalendrian, and we soon came upon all three of
them, surrounded by five or six more orc bodies.
Sprit, wounded herself, was trying to bandage Kalendrian as the Baron kept
watch for any more attackers. The feline lay in an unnatural position on the side of
the road, soaked with blood that appeared to be from multiple sources. He did not
appear to have the energy needed to shift back to elven form and heal himself.
Crianas and I just stared for a moment, feeling helpless as the druid lay dying.
The warlock quietly strode forward, kneeling before Boughwhisper and
placing his hand on the cats paw. The cat stared back into Crianass eyes until
Crianas turned away and walked back toward the Baron and I. Sprit came up behind
him.
Well, theres only one option left, the warlock said, as his hand began to
glow black. Sprit nodded and the Baron turned away, but I felt compelled to watch
as Crianas turned and nonchalantly fired a shadowbolt into the druids forehead.
The cat seized, and was still, then slowly reverted to an elf.
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Chapter 4: Revelations
Silence fell upon the steppes for a few moments. Crianas began walking back
toward his horse and its packs, a neutral look on his face as if he hadnt just put a
Kaldorei out of his misery. Sprit followed, also seeming somewhat cheery, given the
circumstances. I turned, irate.
At least be respectful and have a moment of silence for our companion, I
said, unable to contain myself.
The warlock turned back to me, looking confused. What are you talking
about? he asked. I suddenly heard a tone, as if a large bell had rung, and swiveled
to see a blast of violet light shoot skyward from the elfs body, and I heard a cough.
Kalendrian gagged for a moment, then began breathing. He then suddenly sat up
and produced a round, purple stone in his hand. He looked up at Crianas, who
simply nodded, turned back toward the dreadsteed, and said, You owe me one.
The baron clapped. A soulstone! Wonderful. Utterly wonderful. Come, lets
get out of these orc infested lands.
I stood, still bewildered, but then followed the others back toward the horse.
Crianas mounted up, and we began moving west once more.
With Sprit exhausted and Kalendrian still not up to full strength, we traveled
in a group from that point on. We came across a couple of orcs, but Crianas simply
made them run screaming while his dark magic wore them down to nothing,
siphoning energy from them the whole time, until by the time we left the orc
territory behind, he looked to be in much better shape. He also continually conjured
healthstones for us, handing one out to each of us periodically, stating that any
higher dosage could be severely harmful.
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Why? I asked.
He looked at me as if I was a child. Because these are made from soul
shards, he said condescendingly. Theres an awful lot of wrath within one of these
things, and if
What?I said. Soul shards?
Yes, soul shards. Are you really that ignorant about magic? Heres more
news Kalendrian here follows the teachings of Cenarius, and tauren shamans
serve the elements.
I handed back the stone hed recently given to me. In that case, Ill pass.
The warlock rolled his eyes. Fine, your call. If you get killed out there, dont
come crying to me.
Somewhat taken aback, I turned to the druid. Kalendrian, how can you put
up with this?
The cat reformed as a night elf. The way I figure it, there are two possible
sources for these stones. Perhaps this man has only slain those that deserve it,
deriving these shards from demons and satyr, silithid and orcs. In that case, this
treatment of using them as nourishment is just.
Crianas grinned unbearably down at me.
Otherwise, it is entirely possible that this warlock is out killing keepers of the
grove for these things, Kalendrian said. Crianas turned and glared at the druid, and
Kalendrian smiled a wry smile. I wouldnt put it past him. In that case, it is prudent
that we use these remnants of their spirit to heal, to nourish, and thus give them
back to nature.
Crianas turned and faced forward, and said nothing else for a while. Sprit
giggled at his misfortune, and he shot a look at her, but he seemed to have lost his
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unspeakable words running diagonally across his body. They werent scars so much
as tattoos, and not tattoos so much as runes it was odd. Unnatural. And for the
first time that I had ever seen, the warlock almost looked ashamed. The Baron
didnt seem to notice his unusual behavior, though Sprit had. After the meal, she
volunteered to take the first watch, and Crianas instantly, and insistently, said hed
take the second. We agreed and retired to our tents.
Troubling thoughts overtook me as I lay trying to sleep. Crianas was a
pompous jackass, but hed been overconfident enough when we took on the orcs
earlier that day. Now he was a wreck. What could be bothering him so much about a
near miss when the Baron was attacked earlier? I tried to quell these fears and trust
in the Light to lead the way, but the ashen, barren landscape had seemed lightless
for so long. I eventually fell asleep out of physical necessity.
I was awakened in the middle of the night, however, by a gnome tugging at
me. Sprit held one finger to her mouth, then pointed at my armor. Confused, I went
to speak, but she shushed me. She simply pointed at my armor once more, looked
at me sternly, then disappeared out of the tent. So I donned my armor as quietly as
I could, picked up my spear, sword and shield, and slowly clambered out of the tent.
I saw the outline of the gnome on a crag a short ways away, and tiptoed as best I
could toward her. Past the ridge, I saw Crianas standing a ways away, staring off
into nothingness. I approached, and noticed a dark panther brush against me. Sprit
came up behind me, still nearly invisible in the inky blackness.
Kalendrian assumed his elven form, and Crianas turned around to face us.
Lady and gentlemen, we have a severe problem, he said. Have any of you
noticed anything unusual about our trip?
Like what? I asked.
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What have we been carrying with us this entire time? Crianas asked.
Armor and food, Sprit answered.
And why in the Nether should we need to carry food when we have a mage
that should be able to conjure food and water?
Perhaps he did not learn those spells when he trained, Kalendrian offered.
Crianas shook his head. Thats basic stuff that any mage that trains in
Dalaran learns. Id know, I grew up there. And the Baron claims to have been
educated there.
How exactly does that put us in danger? Sprit asked.
The Baron has a reason to lie about his past. To fabricate it.
Maybe he just wants to impress us, the gnome said sarcastically.
Hes too straightforward for that. We all know it, Crianas countered.
What are you getting at? Kalendrian asked.
Why doesnt the Baron have a cut on his arm? Crianas asked, dodging the
druid.
The swing must have missed his flesh and just torn his robes, I said.
The warlock once again shook his head. I saw the whole thing. That strike hit
his arm straight on. And yet theres no scar or blood, and neither my healthstones
nor the druids magic was applied.
What are you saying, Cri, that the Barons an extra-powerful mage? Sprit
asked.
Seems like it. More importantly, hes hiding it. If hes strong enough to mend
wounds like that, hes probably strong enough to level that entire force of orcs sent
after us with one magical blow. And yet he didnt, he held back and nearly let us all
be killed.
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I still dont follow you, Kalendrian said, starting to look irritated. Id be glad
to have a stronger ally in a place like this. He might just be saving energy.
No. We are all in incredible danger. I think that it is vitally important that we
not proceed into Blackrock tomorrow, Crianas said.
We all should be fully healed, assuming that our stalwart defender here feels
okay, Kalendrian said, gesturing toward me. I feel fine, and you have too much
pride to delay us for your sake.
Im not worried about the dwarves in there, Crianas replied.
Then what, the Horde? Youre worried about Rend Blackhands collection of
trolls and orcs?
No, dammit, Im not worried about anything inside the mountain. Im worried
about whats out here! Or more precisely, whats not.
What are you talking about? Sprit asked. Weve run into Blackrocks and
Dark Irons, seen ogres and scorpid from afar.
Yes, weve dealt with dwarves and orcs, but what haventwe faced?
I dont understand, I said, feeling incompetent.
Our path has been far too clear, Crianas said, then paled as he looked over
my head. I turned to see a human shape contoured on the ridge behind us, and
knew the baron was approaching.
Kalendrian, you know a hibernation spell, correct? Crianas asked.
Yeah, but it only works on beasts, he said. Why does
Cast it on the Baron now, Crianas ordered.
What are you talking about?!
It bothers me to see my four companions keeping secrets from me, the
baron said, looking irritated as he swiftly walked toward us.
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If it doesnt work, it doesnt work. Theres no time to waste, cast it or were
all dead! the demonologist said, irate.
Dont order me around, human, Im not your servant! Kalendrian snarled.
Now! Crianas howled. Hes been clearing the path for us, hes been
keeping his allies out of our way, and
The warlocks words were cut off by a runic symbol over his mouth, and he
could no longer speak. Baron Krestan held a glowing hand out, nearly running
toward us. What is the meaning of this treason? he demanded, and glared at me
intensely. I took a step back and began to open my mouth when suddenly the
Barons face soften, and his head fell forward to loll in front of him as he stood,
motionless.
I swiveled to see that Kalendrian had, indeed, cast the hibernation spell. A
look of puzzlement was on his face. I I dont understand. Hibernation only affects
beasts, he said.
Crianas could still not speak, but he looked extremely worried. A look of fear
also came across Sprits face.
And dragons, she said.
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Chapter Five: Journeys End
Having finally regained his voice, Crianas spoke softly. Well, he knows. Its
too late to run now. Kalendrian, channel that spell, try to keep him out as long as
possible.
The three forces in the Burning Steppes are Dark Iron dwarves, Blackrock
orcs, and the black dragonflight, I stated. I guess Im the last to figure things out.
Dont worry about it, human, Kalendrian said. If hes black, is that why you
told him your pauldrons were from the red?
Nah, Crianas said. That was luck. I was lying, I found these pauldrons up in
the plaguelands. Im not a tailor, Im an alchemist. And with that, he tossed me a
vial, which I immediately drank unquestioningly. Fire resistance, Crianas said. No
time to make more, Im afraid.
The baron was beginning to stir in his sleep, and suddenly broke free of the
spell and silenced Kalendrian before he could re-cast it. Crianas tossed him a vial of
yellow liquid.
So. You little brats have discovered my secret. Ill have to go call back the
servants that I had hide away so that we could reach the mountain. He turned to
leave when thick, thorny roots burst out of the ground and entwined themselves
around him.
Purification potion, Crianas said.
Youre not going anywhere, dragon, Kalendrian said. I dont care how good
of a mage you are, well be escorting you back to Stormwind.
Krestan snorted. You think your pathetic roots can hold me?! he asked, his
voice shifting up and down in pitch. His body began to glow, and he suddenly
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started morphing and gaining in size. The roots snapped around him as he grew. I
sensed Crianas summoning a demon behind me, but stared at Baron Krestan as he
grew, and grew, and grew, and when the glow stopped, a monstrous black dragon
stood before us. Forty feet long if he was an inch, he stretched his wings and reared
on his hind legs for a moment before slamming down before us.
Well, if Im not allowed to leave, he said, Ill just kill you all myself.
He raised one massive claw, a fire spell channeling around it, when I heard a
snarl from behind me. Crianass felhunter charged forward and silenced the dragon
the same way the dragon had silenced Kalendrian. Undaunted, he charged ahead,
and I was all that stood between him and the rest of the group. I lifted my shield,
held my spear in one hand, and braced myself for his attack. He raised his claw to
swing when he suddenly curled back, howling, from some attack that I could not
see. With a kick from his two hind legs, he launched himself into the air, where a
shadow bolt from Crianas hit him in the shoulder. The warlock seemed livid, and
issued a constant stream of words in what I can only assume was demonic the
entire time he cast. Whether for power or simple stress relief, I do not know.
Raka melar nakrazoth ereduanar sanledag trophanor werklag malsanoth!
he cried, hurling shadowbolt after shadowbolt at our foe as he circled skyward.
Some hit, many missed. A skull sigil appeared above the dragons head and I
watched his scales begin to shimmer as shadow energy coursed over them.
When the dragon turned so that we could see his back, we saw the source of
his torment. Sprit had managed to sneak onto Krestans back and was burying her
daggers into it at intervals up the length of his spine. The dragon snaked and curled
in midair, trying to shake off the gnome or burn it with his fiery breath, but could not
succeed. We watched the dragon fly higher and higher, until Crianass spells could
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not reach it and we could barely see the beast. When he was nearly invisible to the
naked eye, he suddenly turned and dove, racing downward in what seemed like an
attempt to catch a falling black speck. That speck gradually formed into Sprit,
calmly diving downward. My jaw hung slack as I braced for her fatal impact, but
suddenly she pulled on her cape and it bloomed, forming a large patch of cloth that
slowed her descent significantly.
Unfortunately, it was when she did this that the baron caught her, and with
one quick dive, breathed vicious fire at Sprit. The parachute went up in flames, and
Sprit fell uncontrollably down. She was still too high, and I stared as she plummeted
and hit the ground with a sickening thudand Sprit Spritetoggle the Second moved
no more.
The baron charged at us again, and I moved to keep myself between him and
my two remaining companions. I heard a feline roar and watched Kalendrian
suddenly dart away, running past the dragon and between its legs. Our enemy
roared in insult, and started to turn to chase the druid when I charged in, taking my
spear in both hands and with one strong stroke slicing through the scales of his hind
left leg and deep into the muscle below. He howled and turned, and a vicious
looking fireball smashed into the point where Krestans left wing met his shoulder.
Krestan shot a wreath of flame at me, but I shrugged it off from behind my armor
and shield. When his claw came after, I braced myself and caught it against my
shield, jabbing my spear into it at the same time. The point penetrated between his
talons, but the strength of his blow swept me aside. I barely maintained my footing
after dropping the spear, and he hurled the weapon out of reach. Reluctantly, I drew
my sword and stood in front of him again.
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A blast of green light appeared behind my enemy, but I had no time to
investigate. I dodged a swipe from his other claw, ran beneath him, and slashed
upward with my sword. He tried to rear up and away, but the tip of my sword still
drew blood in a line across his torso. The dragon slashed again and knocked me to
the ground, then grabbed me with his unhurt claw. He began to squeeze me, and I
felt his talons puncture my armor, the armor I created myself. Despair gripped me
as I began to feel useless and weak. I watched spell after spell of Crianass slam into
the dragon, and suddenly heard a high pitched battle cry, and a miraculously
revived Sprit sprinted up Krestans back and jabbed both daggers into the dragons
neck. He released me with a cry of pain, and I fell to the ground, unable to feel my
right side. It was then that a warm green light enveloped me, and I felt my wounds
begin to close. I could see Kalendrian on a nearby ridge channeling healing spells at
me. Renewed, I struggled to my feet once more. The dragon breathed a torrent of
fire toward me, but I pressed on through it toward his maw. I felt my armor heat,
begin to burn my skin, but continued. Kalendrian continued mending me through
my progress forward, and I raised my sword when the Baron suddenly twisted his
neck and bit down into me, clamping his teeth into my body and hoisting me into
the air.
I lost the feeling in my side, in my legs. My shield fell from my arm onto the
ground. Kalendrian continued trying to heal me, but I knew he could do no good. My
head swam in the sounds of the battle around me. I heard my ribs crack, and
suddenly thought of my skeleton, when a moment of clarity pierced my deathly
haze.
I pictured my skull on the top of my skeleton, and that image in my head
linked with another, the place I had seen skulls recently: Crianass mantle.
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The skull is hollow, I thought. I felt a shadowbolt hit the dragons head,
causing a respite in the dragons attempt to crush me. My mind focused on the
image of the skull, and I realized that the warlocks armor only had the top half of a
drakes skull on it. Without its lower jaw, there was no protection from below.
I summoned every bit of strength I had remaining. The Baron continued
trying to chew through my armor, and though only seconds had passed, it felt like
years. I slowly pulled my sword to my body, and with my last ounce of strength, I
called upon the Light to help me do my job to protect my companions, to protect
Stormwind, to protect Azeroth. Clutching my blade in both hands, I thrust it upward
through the dragons soft pallet. His vice grip on my body loosened slightly, and I
felt his head and my body falling, falling, falling toward the ground. Everything went
dark, and I never hit the earth.
I awoke what felt like six lifetimes later. Near silence greeted me, with only
the sound of a soft wind reaching my ears.Am I healing in Northshire? I thought. Its
too quiet to be Stormwind. I tried to open my eyes, but could see nothing but dark
shades of the same color. My vision was blurry. I moved one hand in front of my
face, and it appeared hazy and pale. I tried to stumble to my feet, and realized that
my bad leg no longer felt injured. My vision began to clarify, and I realized that I was
still, terrifyingly, inside the dragons maw. I panicked, and tried to pry it open with
some newfound strength, but realized my hands were passing right through his
jaw. I stepped backward, and my field of vision passed directly through his snout,
and I was suddenly staring at his face. His eyes were clouded, and he was clearly
dead. And then, in a moment of complete surrealism, I saw my own body inside his
mouth.
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I tried to vomit, but nothing came. After retching, I stood, and prepared to
accept that I was now a wandering spirit. I looked upward to see an unfathomable
void swirling endlessly into the sky. I quickly turned away from that horrifying sight,
and saw the hazy forms of Crianas, Sprit, and Kalendrian standing before the
dragon. They talked quietly, and all appeared sad even Crianas. I could not hear
what they said, however, merely snippets of words that felt like they washed, like
waves, into my ears.
Rebirhisstimelate, Kalendrian said.
I wanted to cry, to scream, but felt strangely devoid of emotion. The gray,
phantom forms of Crianas and Kalendrian began to argue, whereas Sprit simply
shook, seemingly terrified with her near-death experience. The druid gestured
toward the dragons mouth, and my physical form, looking disgusted. The warlock
pointed at Krestans remains, then at the distant southern hills, looking at the druid
like one does a misbehaving child. I could no longer hear what either said. The
argument eventually ceased, however. Crianas summoned his horse and began to
head back to the east. Kalendrian and Sprit slowly turned and began to walk away.
Sprit picked up my shield from where it had fallen, and I wished shed return it to
my parents in Southshore.
I was depressed, at first, that they did nothing for my body, but I realized that
if they lingered to bury me, the other dragonkin may return I eventually realized
that my remains must have been the subject of the warlock and druids argument.
Besides, being dead had an effect on me in that things like my little corporeal form
werent important. I was glad just that my comrades were safe, that I had in some
way accomplished my task. I had defended the kingdom, slain the dragon, lived up
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to the tradition of the heroes of myths and folk tales. I hoped that my acceptance
would help me depart this world for whatever comes next, but my relative internal
peace did no good in that regard.
The next day, dragonkin indeed returned from the hills, and took the body of
Baron Krestan away. I could not bear to follow, to watch my own body be eaten or
burned or worse by those beasts, so I remained. I still dont know what happened to
me.
So, I lingered. I couldnt count how many days I paced around that blighted
land. I think that if I had been alive, the boredom would have driven me crazy, but I
had nowhere to be and plenty of time to get there, so it was less pressing on my
mind. I gradually realized that my form was becoming brighter, and that I might
even be visible to the living soon. I also tried to talk, and noticed that I heard
echoes of my voice in the same tidal, intermittent way that I had when Kalendrian
spoke. I thought that fact promising, and began to spend time close to the road
through the area in hopes of finding someone. And as luck would have it, it would
only be two days before I did.
I began to pace closer to the entrance to Blackrock Mountain, and one day I
encountered an elf riding a nightsaber toward the mountain. I drifted ahead of him
and tried to will myself visible, which must have worked. I watched the elf do a
double take, then halt his cat to stare. It was only when he stopped moving that we
stared at each other and recognized one another. His hair was longer, and he had
an eye patch now, but through the immense powers of luck, or fate, this was most
assuredly Kalendrian Boughwhisper. His eyes went wide and his jaw slack when he
saw my spirit standing before him.
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Two weeks later and here we all are again, minus the Baron, of course.
Kalendrian has an eye patch now, and white armor with antlers Im not sure I
believe some of the tales that hes told me about the Dark Portal reopening and the
return to Draenor. Crianass hair is a bit lighter, and his armor has gone from purple
to teal, with floating spikes above his shoulders and little sparks of lightning around
his head. Hes no less intimidating, though, or distant, though I havent yet seen
him argue with Kalendrian. He stands now, scribbling down my words, looking up at
me with a smirk as I say this. Sprit looks much the same as she did, but her black
leather armor has a blue tinge to it now, and her goggles are even more ornate.
Her squirrel looks a little worn, but loved. She stands beside Crianas, tinkering
away at something else, smiling at me.
Ive told them my story to give to my parents and those at the cathedral, and
that Crianas may publish it if he wants. Crianas says that he has no idea why my
spirit has lingered here for so long. Kalendrian thinks that perhaps its this very
narration that the fates have waited for before I finally rest that my story is why I
linger. So I stand here, saying my goodbyes to these comrades from the most
significant battle of my life. Crianas voraciously records every single one of my
words in a tome hes brought for the occasion, saying that he will write every
sentence until I say no more. I am struck by an odd feeling: that once this tale is
finished, maybe at the end of this very sentence, I may move on from this world
forever.