The Dread Citadel 3
While you were at least content with the end result of Zaruk's mission, that was no reason not to discuss the matter, and without the old Warlock present.
Castillian's bandaged hands played over the elementium bracer on your wrist.
"You know it's quite fascinating. I've never examined such enchantments." he remarked, "I recognise the magic, or rather I recognise that it's an enchanted item, but I can't sense any traditional spellform, as I say," and his glowing gaze meets yours, "'fascinating'."
The undead mage touches the band repeatedly, on, off, on, off. "Elementium is like no other metal on Azeroth. I think what you have here is more than exists in the entire kingdom. In Dalaran, Silvermoon perhaps, there exists some, but it's all from trade with the Dark Irons before their fall."
"They summoned a powerful Elemental, I cannot believe it was Ragnaros himself though." you say, "Such an emergence would have destroyed the world."
Or at least you think so. If Forneus' rising broke the Barrens in two and cracked the mountains, what damage would an elemental of even greater ability do?
"As it was it almost broke the continent. The history of Elementals and their worshipers isn't my area of expertise, what I do know is that this metal comes from the Stonecore itself deep within the Plane of Earth, you say this was one of the ornaments of the actual Elemental?"
"Of Mzyrael, yes. She wore it upon her wrist, though she wore many other items too."
"Interesting that this was all that was left over."
You shake your head, "I severed her arm in the battle, when I began the binding Zaruk started manipulating it, I thought using the Fel but perhaps some other magic."
"You used your sword presumably? It is of that ore known among the Blackrock clan is it not?"
"My father claims it to be the bones of Grond, clearly our progenitor is stronger than the elementals of Azeroth." you say, and permit yourself a hint of pride.
"Yes well, to our questions then." Castillian remarks, "Firstly, from what I can see and my limited expertise, the binding is secure, if indeed you used such teachings that are known to your clan, I can't see a reason for it to break, and due to the inherent stability and strength of Elementium, nor would the actual bracer break. That's not the case with your Mightstone by the way, if you went up against a Silvermoon Spellbreaker they could shatter that fairly easily. But no, it seems strong to me, and the binding you used should allow you to call upon the Elemental with ease."
And indeed, you can feel it, though the anger of Myzrael is undimmed, you can feel the power you hold over the Earth now, and with a wave of your hand you play with a pebble, marvelling as you turn it to dust, then compress it back into a single shining crystal, barely the size of your fingernail.
"Impressive." Keldran says, the necrolyte leaning forward, "To be so well attuned in such a short time, it is fated then, perhaps, that this thing has occurred."
A scoff comes from the other figure in the room, and Kartha sneers, "I wouldn't trust fate where the Twilight's Hammer are involved. Madness and evil are all that clan's ever accomplished."
"They got us through the wardstones at Eversong." replied Keldran, old enough to have fought in such battles.
"They made a book out of skin." Kartha replies, the scorn still clear in her voice.
The crystal in your grasp cracks loudly, the diamond shattering back to dust, drawing the attention of the others back to you, "Zaruk played on my history, that much is clear." you say, and indeed it caused you shame to admit such a thing, "He knew… more than he should, I wager, about the events at Dreadmist. I know the Twilight's Hammer were always suspect, since the Pale Orcs-"
"What in the Light is a 'Pale Orc'?" muttered Castillian in confusion, but you ignored him.
"Crawled from their burrows following Cho'gall, but I was under the impression their clan was sundered, worse than the Bonechewers or the Thunderlords even. Is it not so, what do the Shattered Hand say?"
Kartha grimaced, "There are… whispers. I don't know much, I've never been on a mission against them, but it's said warriors, warriors of many races, bear a purple hammer symbol, different slightly perhaps than the original clan sigil, but similar enough to cause suspicion. There's a concentration north in Darkshore, and one in Ashenvale, on the coast. We don't have good information about it though, not like we have on the Legion's movements in Felwood for example. They follow the mad ramblings of their Canticle, that an apocalypse nears, that they should cause chaos and destruction to hasten it, but in truth they're little more than bandits, at least that's as far as we know. There are many threats in the world, and the Twilight's Hammer are of lesser importance to the leaders of my clan."
You nod, indeed that was as you understood it as well, from the few times your father had mentioned the matter anyway.
Had Zaruk merely meant to use you to sow discord, but then been surprised and overcome by Myzrael's power? Had he instead meant to take the power of the bound elementals for himself? Indeed, had he simply desired the freedom of the Elementals, as the old warlock had claimed when you questioned him before…
The later seemed unlikely, but he was certainly one to watch. He brought skill and power to your warband, but it would be unwise to give him too great a leash.
The discussion goes on a short period, but after a while ends and the others leave, your questions partially answered, and the security of Myzrael's binding, the most important issue, resolved for now.
Castillian though tarries at the door, "I cannot say more but... it would be well if you were to go to Sorrow Hill, at midnight tonight, and to not be seen while doing so."
And with that ominous remark, he leaves.
Varimathras wants a chat, discuss stuff that Grok might in character want to talk about.