The Third Host

Seythinel Continued

This os beginning to become a pattern that I am not enjoying. My name is Seythinel and my sister is going through another rough patch, so I am stepping in to fill her journal once more.

From what I am told, the success of the party’s attack on Crushridge Hold was not without a few unpleasentries. The party took one of the smaller of Alterac’s denizens, a gnome mage named Bixi, who seems to have an healthy obsession with explosives

With Mug’thol defeated and the parties deepest fears brought to the surface we were able to bring down the Crush ridge Oger clan. We made our way back to Alterac Mountain and found our injured friend on the brink of death and still covered in tattoos. Adosale told us to find a flower to save our friends life. This flower is callled ash-and-snow and is locted in Pyrewood Village.
Crush Ridge Hold
We have started the assult on crush ridge hold with the help of Bixi the seig mage getting there was no issue. We went in the hold and came up to 4 ogers, we slayed them and went on down into the hold.
Seythinel Steps In

My sister asked me to update her journal for her, given that she is currently… extremely distraught over what had happened. I will explain that shortly, but I must start at the beginning.

My name is Seythinel, and I am Ailedayn’s twin sister. More than that, I am a kaldorei Warden, charged both with watching over those that have been imprisoned for heinous crimes, and tracking down those that have escaped. Thankfully, the latter doesn’t happen very often, but it is the source of why I am here in Alterac.

I was sent to track down a horrible creature that escaped during the original confusion as Deathwing’s forces laid siege to Mount Hyjal. A satyr by the named of Tyrus Blackhorn escaped, playing a naive adventurer for a dupe, into releasing him. What the adventurer gained is beyond me, but if I find the sorry… I must apologize. I dislike people that make my job harder. As I was writing, I was hunting down Tyrus, and the trail led here to Alterac. I was quite surprised to see the walls of the city were repaired and that the city appeared inhabited, as I had heard of the city’s sacking after the Second War. I did not have time to investigate, however, as I was found and taken by surprise by a foul ogre warlock.

It shames me to have to write those words, but I let my guard down, and I was taken prisoner as a result. I feared that I was going to be eaten, or subject to some other terrible tortures, but the warlock seemed disinterested in me as soon as I was in the cage. It moved about, ignoring my presence for an entire week, though I did noticed that the ogre’s eyes had a strange glassy look whenever it fed me. And while the food wasn’t gourmet, it was far better fare than I expected from such a beast.

A week I languished in the cave, until suddenly two humans, a dwarf, a damned blood elf of all things, and my twin entered the cave. They had little chance to react before Ailedayn became a great panther and attacked the ogre. I did not know my little sister had it in her, especially with her vow, but she fought hard enough to make me proud. I was ill equipped to handle the morose, sullen demeanor she took on as she came back to herself. The party dispatched the warlock with little trouble, and I introduced myself to them, tending to Ailedayn. They explained everything that had gone on with Alterac as we made our way back to a place called Crushridge Hold. The party seemed torn on whether or not to attack, but ultimately decided against it. It was only when we got to Alterac that I learned that what they had told me was utterly true.

I will take this moment to put for the record that Adosael, Lycemdion and Ranulfr have terrifying pasts, ones that make me truly afraid for what the end game in Alterac is. Adosael, known as the Corrupter, is well known as one of Deathwing’s oldest disciples. He was imprisoned a full century ago, but broke out of prison the year after the end of the Third War. He has proven himself a admirable hero, but I have heard of his exploits beforehand, including aiding Illidan just before the Sundering. Ranulfr is a reputed womanizer, and an assassin besides. He is currently wanted by the Alliance for attempting to murder Varian Wrynn’s son, but I have not ascertained the truth of that yet, so I will wait before capturing him. I know little of Lycemdion, but I’ve heard that he once trained the troops of the Burning Legion, and he does bear the markings of a eredar, not of a draenei.

That aside, it was the night of my release that all hell broke loose. The ogres attacked Alterac in force, during the night. It wasn’t as much of surprise to anyone in Alterac, and the attack was well prepared for. Still, the ogres managed to breach the walls, and the party took it upon themselves to go toe to toe with the ogre magi that Ailedayn mentioned in her previous journal entry. Such valor is admirable, if not foolhardy. Still the party prevailed after a fierce battle, killing the magi and ending the raid. We found out then that four of the women that had been rescued from the ogres’ clutches were taken in the raid.

Adosael has asked the party to storm Crushridge Hold and reclaim the kidnapped women, as well as put an end to Mug’thol’s threat to Alterac. I will not be joining them, as Ailedayn seems determined to go with them. I have my work set out for me anyway. I wish them luck, and pray that Ailedayn returns to fill this journal with what went on.

May Elune guide them.

Vacation, and more adventures

When we came to Alterac as a group, I almost expected that we would constantly be on the move, going from place to place to ensure that things were moving along well for the fledgling nation. But the last two weeks have been a nice vacation from my own expectations, and I am certainly not complaining. Adosael was even nice enough to tell Tanin and I about a nearby hot springs, which we have made use of. I enjoy spending time with her, if only because it is nice to have a female to talk with. The other races do things much differently from the Kaldorei, with men controlling much of the various day to day activities of society. Far different from Kaldorei life, where the women are usually in charge of peacekeeping and security matters.

Still, all good things come to an end. After two weeks of being able to settle in, and get used to the other faces around the city, Melianth, a draenei arcanist, went to Rudsin Brewhammer and asked him a favor. Rudsin gathered the rest of us up, and explained that Melianth had asked us to go to the Dalaran crater and place a strange device that would measure arcane energy in the area. We made haste to the crater, and after some hesitation on how to get to the bottom of the crater, placed the device. When we reached the top again, Bayal noticed that a man was collapsed on the shore of the nearby lake.

We rushed over, and the man weakly said that he had been captured and tortured by the Forsaken! The man also bore strange tattoos all over his body. I was able to determine that he had been poisoned, and he didn’t have much time at all. Shallah’dracon went ahead of us, taking a horse that he summoned out of thin air, to try and have help meet up with us. Tanin and Rudsin fashioned a gurney for the man to lie on, and I shapeshifted to that of a bear to take his weight. We were about halfway back to Alterac when the others noticed a dust cloud in the distance, closing in on us. Forsaken scouts, no doubt looking for their lost prisoner. The Forsaken had almost caught us when Shallah’dracon returned with a druid in the form of a bird. Only the druid shifted again, becoming a huge green drake. The drake soared over to the Forsaken and destroyed them in a haze of emerald fire, then shifted to who I thought was Adosael. The Kaldorei introduced himself quickly as Einderu, Adosael’s twin, and he quickly drained the wounded man of his poison by summoning thorns from the ground to stick and bleed the man.

I do not approve of that method, but it seemed to work. When we returned to Alterac, we were met by Melianth, who identified the man’s tattoos as something foreign, and likely associated with magic meant to cross planar boundaries. Adosael arrived just in time to place the man under surveillance, and to be informed that he was needed at the gate.

He returned with a two headed ogre, and bid us to join him and the ogre in the Council’s chambers in the main keep. As soon as we had entered, the ogre demanded that we turn over the women we’d saved two weeks ago to him. They were considered property to the ogres, who were very angry we had ‘stolen’ from them. The ogre actually called us thieves for saving helpless women! There was a long talk involving rhetoric, but Adosael finally told the ogre he would leave empty handed. The ogre made a threat about knowing Adosael’s secrets, and left. Adosael then told us that he was being forced into nonviolence. I cannot imagine who could force Adosael to do anything, but I understand now why we have been sent to do the dirty work.

Adosael told us to prepare for an attack during the night, but nothing came. That was yesterday. Bayal and Rudsin wish to go out and investigate the ogre’s stronghold down the road. I do not think this wise, but I will support them all the same.

Elune, grant me strength.

Up to Speed

As I was spending time in Dalaran after leaving Gilneas, I found a way to pay my bills by picking random duels with fighters in the Dalaran sewers. One day I was making my money, and I challenged a prideful orc battlemaster. He rejected my challenge, and I took him for a coward. As the duel went on, he had three of his lackeys join the battle. At that moment, a dwarf jumped in to help me fight them off. We defeated the lackeys, and the battlemaster stopped the fight. The dwarf, Rudsin, and I then found the orc to be a pleasant fellow, offering to buy us drinks. We drank and blacked out. When we awoke, the orc was gone and Rudsin and I were in Menethil. Finally leaving there, we found our way to Hillsbrad. We came across some Forsaken pirates, and after killing them we freed a strange man called Drake. After joining us we continued our current path, we then came across a fellow worgen named Ranulfr. He introduced us to a rogue named Tanin. Ranulfr took us to the new Kingdom of Alterac, where we met Adosael, one of the greatest priests ever. He is making a new kingdom where Horde and Alliance are both living together in harmony. We are continuing to help Adosael and all the other people within Alterac.

Meeting Crestfall

I’d been running around and enjoying the general disarray of Crestfall when I got rolled in one of my favorite gambling halls by a handsome man I came later to know as Ranulfr. He challenged me to retrieve the establishment’s finest wine kept under lock and ogre in the basement. Instead of the usual cloak and dagger approach, I enlisted one of the more prominent players as a guide to the basement. Stupid elves have a weak sense of fun. A simple poisoning kept my escort and ogre from noticing me slipping away with the prized bottle and a very near vintage.

Upon rendezvous with Ranulfr I learned he has a fuzzier side to his personality that his three wives get to enjoy. Oh well, c’est la vie. He also requested I look into the Black Scourge Fungi infection that’s been plaguing the locals. The disarray makes more sense now.

I ran across a few others working on the infection issue and we’ll all band together to fetch the needed ingredients to try to give the young and old the strength to overcome the ailment. Had to get rid of a few goblins but after two days in the country (not going to bring up how we got the horses) we returned with the ingredients. We also picked up a friendly druid named Ailedayn. The priest exchanged my reward for a potion for the house man’s relative and helpful lumberjack’s nephew.


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