The Maid of the Comet: A Tale from Azeroth
- Thread starter King Tharassian
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- Earth
I mean, I'm pretty sure we're already earning our keep by fighting the undead. Anything that helps us do so better therefore also helps us earn our keep. It's clear, though, that my preferred second option isn't gonna win. At least we're seeing Morlune to learn to better use the Light.
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- canada
I was thinking that they would send us out to fight undead and we could get more EXP fighting them soo.... ya.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Eh... Depends on your definition of EXP.
- Location
- canada
I meant both learning how to fight undead better, like where to attack and whatnot, AND the MMORPG version.
Quite true! But it's a bit heartless to see all this death and destruction, and then not even try to help out with some of the casual misery of life in rebellion. It's not like Jeanne doesn't know what it's like! Since she's not a commanding officer this time, I think it would be nice for her to get out for a bit. Maybe meet a couple of those civilians we expect her to fight for?
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Really it wouldn't be heartlessness to Jeanne as much as basic pragmatism. She currently sees the people who have kept moving despite everything. The rest, well there's the Northern Kingdom for that...
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Vote is closed.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
The update is underway, everyone.
- Location
- USA
Dang I missed the vote XD.
Chapter 3.2
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
After leaving the Cathedral, you went to the large, fortified structure near the gate of the town. Apparently called "Plagueshield Hold" if the snippets of conversation you caught were any indication, it seemed to serve as a barracks and defensive point. A short conversation with one of the patrolling footmen led you to a path leading into the hills South of the village.
The path, little more than dirt hardened by the passage of numerous people over several years, was bordered on both sides by the healthiest flora you had seen in this wasteland. The grass was slightly greener, and small flowers appeared in irregular patterns. The greenery only became more verdant as you progressed further up the slope, with some small trees rising along the ridge. At the peak of the ridge, nestled against the Upland Peaks, you found Vandermar Abbey.
The building, a set of halls two stories high built around a central tower at least three stories tall, had a bizarre combination of the architecture you had seen throughout the town and that used in the construction of the Hold: stone walls were framed by exposed timbers, and tall, pointed roofs created an illusion of strange proportions. Heavy oaken doors with curling, twisting metalwork barred the arching entrance. Walking up, you rapped the iron knocker against the door.
After a minute or so, one of the doors slid open with a low groan, and a brown-haired woman looked out at you.
"Oh! Hello again, miss!" You had to admit that the greeting was unexpected. Racking your memory, you eventually recognized her as the one that had healed your wrist, and earlier than that the one who had been speaking with Dunhelming. "How can I help?"
"I am here to speak with Sir Morlune, priestess." You hesitated. "That is, if I may." She just kept smiling, and nodded.
"I'm sure he won't mind. It's almost time for his meditation as it is. I doubt that he'll insist on continuing the clerical work to avoid meeting you." Opening the door further, she let you inside the abbey before closing it again. "This way." As you walked through the halls, you observed that clergy here had far more leeway and luxury than those in your homeland, at least at first glance. Turning to the priestess, you decided that knowing one more person would not be a bad thing.
"I don't believe I caught your name." She palmed her forehead, laughing.
"Of course, I forgot… I'm Alizabeth. Alizabeth Barton." She was still smiling. Was that ever going to hurt her facial muscles? "A pleasure to actually meet you properly, miss Jeanne!" You weren't even going to ask where she heard your name. It was going to be a long list of men who knew a man who knew a man, you just knew it.
"How did you come to be a priestess, then? I can't imagine it was a simple decision." She slowed somewhat, and her smile took on a slightly more somber feeling.
"Well, to be perfectly honest, I didn't originally want to join the clergy proper." The smile became a grin. "I wanted to be a paladin, of all things." She shrugged, and you tried to imagine the somewhat waifish woman in plate armor and wielding a hammer like Morlune's, or even a mace. It didn't exactly work. "My brothers and I lived in Brill-Under-Alterac when Prince Arthas came through. He and Lady Proudmoore even spoke to our father briefly, and seemed to believe that he'd found a fountain of healing waters, unlike half the village."
She shook her head. "The Prince looked like a hero at the time. I wanted to be capable of such great things. But after the Scourging? No." The smile was gone now. "No, I chose to serve the Light in a way that would not require that I bear arms. Others can do so if they wish, but the thought was soured for me with what happened to many of the people I knew." Finally, you came to a door, and she smiled again. "I'm sorry about that. I tend to ramble a bit. This is the library wing. Sir Morlune should be inside." She bowed her head briefly. "Have a good day miss!" Then, without another word, she strode away and around a corner.
Opening the door, you found what was perhaps the largest collection of books you had seen. Shelves stood in neat rows, each and every one filled with tomes and scrolls of all kinds. Naturally, you could not read any of the titles. Scholars milled about here and there, all working in near silence save for the scratch of quills on paper and the turning of pages. Like a statue, you saw Sir Morlune standing at a lectern, brows furrowed. As you approached, you saw him look over, as he clearly heard you coming. He turned to you, and that grandfatherly expression came back.
Seriously, was everyone here cheerful like this? How did they handle the aching facial muscles?
"I had heard that you had joined us on the march, but I am glad to see you here, miss Jeanne." He closed the book he had been reading, and walked over to a table. "Please, sit. I hope you didn't have too much trouble finding me here." The last part was said with a well-hidden grin.
"Thank you. And no, I had no trouble. Priestess Barton helped me." A strange silence followed, and you weren't entirely sure why. "I was hoping to discuss exactly what I'll be doing here. Not to mention the matter of what you said at the Bulwark." He nodded, and leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. Without his armor, you realized, he was no much less of a giant than he was while in it.
"I would think that your path would be your own choice. I can make suggestions or recommandations, but the ultimate decision is up to you."
"Well, what is needed?" Every army needed people to do certain things more than others. Crusades were no different. "And what would you recommend then, given what you believe about… I believe you called it 'potential?'"
"Well." He leaned back again, and interlaced his fingers in a gesture you recognized very well from certain chaplains. "Those are somewhat overlapping, as you can surely guess. Paladins and priests of all kinds are constantly needed to support the Crusade's efforts. Warriors are needed, scouts are needed…" he made a rolling gesture with one hand, indicating that the list was quite a bit longer than that. "But my personal opinion? That's different. With power like what I saw at the Bulwark, you could be a powerful conduit for the Light. How powerful compared to some of our finest, only time could tell. But there are numerous ways it could be harnessed." He gestured to the book he had been reading. "There are priests, paladins, templars, auradins… at least a dozen different methods of wielding the Light, all of which are valuable." You supposed that it made sense, from such a perspective. Of course, being a paladin himself, he was likely less than objective. But then, at least one Englishman had called you a zealot witch, for what little the wretch's opinion had been worth.
"And what about more mundane tasks in the meantime? If I do choose to walk that path, I will still need to aid in other ways."
"That's fair enough.' He nodded, running a hand through his beard. "Though I'm not certain why you didn't simply look at the bounty board. Missions are put there all the time, and we even have a few there that are fairly urgent, but don't have the regular manpower to dedicate." He grimaced. "As much as it embarasses me to admit that our numbers are stretched thin defending against raids from Andorhal, we don't even have the spare forces to fight off those rogue adventurers on Lantern Lane, or the ones at Barton Stead." He looked back at you, shrugging. "The force I took to the Bulwark was a frivolity according to some in our order. But," he dragged out the word, "I suppose that you could look there if you wanted to find something in particular." You were left in an awkward silence, and he noticed, much to your chagrin. "Something is wrong?"
"Somewhat." Leaning forward, you decided that this was the best time to get it out of the way. "I can't read." The silence dragged on as Morlune's eyebrows raised almost past his hair.
"Really?" At your nod, he tilted his head. "I never suspected, to be honest. Granted, we've only met twice, but I'm still surprised. But I suppose it wasn't something that has come up often." You didn't mention that your translator, who also happened to be a Saint who spent a fair portion of her time inside your skull, was only able to communicate with you in the wake of your Light's use, when bells rang or when you were dreaming. You didn't know whether it would be well-received. "Do you want to learn? I know someone who could help with that."
"Well, to be perfectly honest…"
Choose one of each:
[] "Yes. I want to learn, and it's about time. And..."
[] "No, not yet. There are times for such things. And..."
Path:
[] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
[] "I think that I should begin contributing immediately." (class decided later, missions now.)
[] Write in.
The path, little more than dirt hardened by the passage of numerous people over several years, was bordered on both sides by the healthiest flora you had seen in this wasteland. The grass was slightly greener, and small flowers appeared in irregular patterns. The greenery only became more verdant as you progressed further up the slope, with some small trees rising along the ridge. At the peak of the ridge, nestled against the Upland Peaks, you found Vandermar Abbey.
The building, a set of halls two stories high built around a central tower at least three stories tall, had a bizarre combination of the architecture you had seen throughout the town and that used in the construction of the Hold: stone walls were framed by exposed timbers, and tall, pointed roofs created an illusion of strange proportions. Heavy oaken doors with curling, twisting metalwork barred the arching entrance. Walking up, you rapped the iron knocker against the door.
After a minute or so, one of the doors slid open with a low groan, and a brown-haired woman looked out at you.
"Oh! Hello again, miss!" You had to admit that the greeting was unexpected. Racking your memory, you eventually recognized her as the one that had healed your wrist, and earlier than that the one who had been speaking with Dunhelming. "How can I help?"
"I am here to speak with Sir Morlune, priestess." You hesitated. "That is, if I may." She just kept smiling, and nodded.
"I'm sure he won't mind. It's almost time for his meditation as it is. I doubt that he'll insist on continuing the clerical work to avoid meeting you." Opening the door further, she let you inside the abbey before closing it again. "This way." As you walked through the halls, you observed that clergy here had far more leeway and luxury than those in your homeland, at least at first glance. Turning to the priestess, you decided that knowing one more person would not be a bad thing.
"I don't believe I caught your name." She palmed her forehead, laughing.
"Of course, I forgot… I'm Alizabeth. Alizabeth Barton." She was still smiling. Was that ever going to hurt her facial muscles? "A pleasure to actually meet you properly, miss Jeanne!" You weren't even going to ask where she heard your name. It was going to be a long list of men who knew a man who knew a man, you just knew it.
"How did you come to be a priestess, then? I can't imagine it was a simple decision." She slowed somewhat, and her smile took on a slightly more somber feeling.
"Well, to be perfectly honest, I didn't originally want to join the clergy proper." The smile became a grin. "I wanted to be a paladin, of all things." She shrugged, and you tried to imagine the somewhat waifish woman in plate armor and wielding a hammer like Morlune's, or even a mace. It didn't exactly work. "My brothers and I lived in Brill-Under-Alterac when Prince Arthas came through. He and Lady Proudmoore even spoke to our father briefly, and seemed to believe that he'd found a fountain of healing waters, unlike half the village."
She shook her head. "The Prince looked like a hero at the time. I wanted to be capable of such great things. But after the Scourging? No." The smile was gone now. "No, I chose to serve the Light in a way that would not require that I bear arms. Others can do so if they wish, but the thought was soured for me with what happened to many of the people I knew." Finally, you came to a door, and she smiled again. "I'm sorry about that. I tend to ramble a bit. This is the library wing. Sir Morlune should be inside." She bowed her head briefly. "Have a good day miss!" Then, without another word, she strode away and around a corner.
Opening the door, you found what was perhaps the largest collection of books you had seen. Shelves stood in neat rows, each and every one filled with tomes and scrolls of all kinds. Naturally, you could not read any of the titles. Scholars milled about here and there, all working in near silence save for the scratch of quills on paper and the turning of pages. Like a statue, you saw Sir Morlune standing at a lectern, brows furrowed. As you approached, you saw him look over, as he clearly heard you coming. He turned to you, and that grandfatherly expression came back.
Seriously, was everyone here cheerful like this? How did they handle the aching facial muscles?
"I had heard that you had joined us on the march, but I am glad to see you here, miss Jeanne." He closed the book he had been reading, and walked over to a table. "Please, sit. I hope you didn't have too much trouble finding me here." The last part was said with a well-hidden grin.
"Thank you. And no, I had no trouble. Priestess Barton helped me." A strange silence followed, and you weren't entirely sure why. "I was hoping to discuss exactly what I'll be doing here. Not to mention the matter of what you said at the Bulwark." He nodded, and leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. Without his armor, you realized, he was no much less of a giant than he was while in it.
"I would think that your path would be your own choice. I can make suggestions or recommandations, but the ultimate decision is up to you."
"Well, what is needed?" Every army needed people to do certain things more than others. Crusades were no different. "And what would you recommend then, given what you believe about… I believe you called it 'potential?'"
"Well." He leaned back again, and interlaced his fingers in a gesture you recognized very well from certain chaplains. "Those are somewhat overlapping, as you can surely guess. Paladins and priests of all kinds are constantly needed to support the Crusade's efforts. Warriors are needed, scouts are needed…" he made a rolling gesture with one hand, indicating that the list was quite a bit longer than that. "But my personal opinion? That's different. With power like what I saw at the Bulwark, you could be a powerful conduit for the Light. How powerful compared to some of our finest, only time could tell. But there are numerous ways it could be harnessed." He gestured to the book he had been reading. "There are priests, paladins, templars, auradins… at least a dozen different methods of wielding the Light, all of which are valuable." You supposed that it made sense, from such a perspective. Of course, being a paladin himself, he was likely less than objective. But then, at least one Englishman had called you a zealot witch, for what little the wretch's opinion had been worth.
"And what about more mundane tasks in the meantime? If I do choose to walk that path, I will still need to aid in other ways."
"That's fair enough.' He nodded, running a hand through his beard. "Though I'm not certain why you didn't simply look at the bounty board. Missions are put there all the time, and we even have a few there that are fairly urgent, but don't have the regular manpower to dedicate." He grimaced. "As much as it embarasses me to admit that our numbers are stretched thin defending against raids from Andorhal, we don't even have the spare forces to fight off those rogue adventurers on Lantern Lane, or the ones at Barton Stead." He looked back at you, shrugging. "The force I took to the Bulwark was a frivolity according to some in our order. But," he dragged out the word, "I suppose that you could look there if you wanted to find something in particular." You were left in an awkward silence, and he noticed, much to your chagrin. "Something is wrong?"
"Somewhat." Leaning forward, you decided that this was the best time to get it out of the way. "I can't read." The silence dragged on as Morlune's eyebrows raised almost past his hair.
"Really?" At your nod, he tilted his head. "I never suspected, to be honest. Granted, we've only met twice, but I'm still surprised. But I suppose it wasn't something that has come up often." You didn't mention that your translator, who also happened to be a Saint who spent a fair portion of her time inside your skull, was only able to communicate with you in the wake of your Light's use, when bells rang or when you were dreaming. You didn't know whether it would be well-received. "Do you want to learn? I know someone who could help with that."
"Well, to be perfectly honest…"
Choose one of each:
[] "Yes. I want to learn, and it's about time. And..."
[] "No, not yet. There are times for such things. And..."
Path:
[] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
[] "I think that I should begin contributing immediately." (class decided later, missions now.)
[] Write in.
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- Location
- canada
[X] "Yes. I want to learn, and it's about time. And..."
[X] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
No sense in putting off becoming a Paladin or whatnot now that we have the chance to choose! I don't believe more choices will become available, besides Paladins are OP no matter how you slice it.
as for reading... ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME JEANNE!
[X] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
No sense in putting off becoming a Paladin or whatnot now that we have the chance to choose! I don't believe more choices will become available, besides Paladins are OP no matter how you slice it.
as for reading... ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME JEANNE!
- Location
- California, USA
If Lordaeron is retaken from the Scourge and Forsaken, who is going to be the monarch? The only surviving Menethil is Calia and does she want the throne?
- Location
- canada
well... this is Alt. Reality... maybe another Menethil was born in it that survived?
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
*remembers the initial planning stages of the Quest, and then slumps into sadness as he considers that the biggest one is entirely dependent on a possibility that he isn't sure is allowed under the site's rules...*
- Location
- canada
PM me on this one please! I MUST know.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Voting will end... Oh, let's say I'll consider ending it tomorrow, but more likely on Thursday.
- Location
- California, USA
[X] "Yes. I want to learn, and it's about time. And..."
[X] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
[X] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
MasterDrakus
DEUS SOL
- Location
- Minas Gerais, Brazil
[X] "Yes. I want to learn, and it's about time. And..."
[X] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
[X] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
- Location
- Earth
[X] "Yes. I want to learn, and it's about time. And..."
[X] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
I know the class choice won't be till next update, at the earliest, but does anyone who knows about the Warcraft universe want to chime in on the divine classes we could choose, their pros and cons and what they can do?
[X] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
I know the class choice won't be till next update, at the earliest, but does anyone who knows about the Warcraft universe want to chime in on the divine classes we could choose, their pros and cons and what they can do?
- Location
- canada
Paladins can do everything, they can dish out huge amounts of damage especially to undead or demons, they can tank a shitton of damage and have a pally bubble (invincibility shield) for when they can't, and finally they have mad heals when they need to use them.
Now that does not mean they are the best at each of those roles all the time in WoW but they tend to be the best at, at least one of them at any given time.
Priests are one of the best healer/buffer roles with the ability to boost stamina, damage and armor of allies as well as boost their resistance to dark magic. they have very powerful healing and shielding but tend to run out of mana fast sometimes. They do not us weapons much though.
Those are actual WoW classes IDK enough about the other options. But paladins are the best class for someone intending to do a lot of individual adventuring and self-reliance and can always find a place and a role to fill in any party, often doing it better than most.
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
- Location
- Romania
[X] "Yes. I want to learn, and it's about time. And..."
[X] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)
[X] "... I would like to train, if you could help me." (class chosen in another update, missions later.)