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For a proper weapon we need to have a Master weaponsmith forge our blade with the help of our 4 most powerful shaman, a few arcane users and Velen channeling their respective mystical energies into the metal.
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Good to know and it's good incentive to get more mines like you said.
Agreed and like said the Furies and Naaru helping out would also be awesome.
Huh so opinion of horde is at downright hatred. Well in fantasy settings it helps to direct a faction's anger at something. Meeting with Thrall's going to be interesting.
I get samurai Jack vibes from this.
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Remember that Thrall didn't come to Draenor until AFTER he heard about Greatmother Geyah and Garrosh Hellscream being still alive. The first New Horde leader on Draenor will be Nazgrel, setting up Thrallmar.
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Very similar I will admit and Samurai Jack is a badass so anything even a little like him would be awesome.
Also it makes a lot of sense to have the Furies bless the weapon with the powers of nature while the Naaru gives it the Light so that it destroy all evil it is used against.
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Well meeting him is going to be interesting since not only will he say they are apart of the Horde but the guy hates the Alliance and humans in general who we plan to ally with so that won't help matters.
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He likes Jaina, that's a start. I wouldn't even say he "hates" the Alliance, just the hurtful things from his past that he has come to associate with it.
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Fair enough so hope this means we can talk a bit before punching him in the face.
Not sure if Thrallmar will get set up this time since if all goes well while supporting the Alliance they may end up controlling the entire Hellfire Peninsula but then again we just need to wait and see what happens.
Perhaps after that Dranosh can then train a new bunch of blademasters to get seven blademasters if you get the reference.
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I do and I certainly support more Blade Masters.
Also want to ask the Ancestors of the Burning Blade if they would be willing to share their techniques so that they can live on through us rather than their Fel corrupted descendants.
If Illiaden has any brains(/intel on us) he'll approach it from the angle of a powerful demon attacking his people and to save them he needed to absorb the power from a fel artifact knowing it would forever brand him a betrayer to his people but the slaying of the demon and preventing it further corrupting their lands was worth it.
If he curses the name of Grom Hellscream for killing Cenarius and forcing him down this path it will hit harder.
Paint Maiev Shadowsong as a fanatic on a mission to imprison him going so far as to have her followers battle her military superior and religious leader Tyrande to do so.
If he states he led her here hoping to distract the Legion from Azeroth.
Then seemingly after learning a bit about the Light comments on the similarity with Tyrande's priestesses.
Never underestimate an enemies deviousness.
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This actually seems very possible for something IC we would believe and sounds cool.
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We are sorry if it sounded otherwise.
I meant more like interesting in the sense it sounds cool and open the door to a lot of things happening is all.
Trust me when I say your quests are always interesting and fun anything else just augments it.
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Akama's dialogue in TFT shows that Illidan was doing some intel on Outland even before he got captured by Maiev (and, thus, before Kael and Vashj came to save him).
The Ritual Of Winds, Part One
GM Note: Right, let's get spiritual up in here.
The Ritual Of Winds, Part One
The Throne of Elements, Nagrand
There are so few members of the Burning Blade alive, likely in this world or in Azeroth if the humans were kind enough to not cut down the Horde as is more than their right. The only one you that might have not been directly aligned with the Burning Legion is dead, meaning that the knowledge you have on that ancient order of warriors comes to you directly from the mother of your child, who even now cannot actually accompany you to the Throne of Elements like she had hoped. Her wounds require close observation, especially with your son or daughter within her.
Even so, becoming a Blademaster does not even require this much. Or at the least, the most usual Blademasters – though even that level of skill requires a tremendous mix of natural talent and incredibly long hours of training to achieve. To become the pinnacle of weapon mastery given living form. After all, only a small fraction of that already small fraction of warriors ever did what you are attempting to do. Even Kaz is not truly amongst that number, her strange mixing of shaman and fel styles making her ineligible to the Furies. For while they may have returned and speak once more to the Mag'har there are some things that they simply cannot compromise on.
You may not like it, but you can respect that. You cannot order a mountain to cease being a mountain, for water to stop being water – regardless of its many forms – or for fire to remain fire yet cease burning. Some things simply cannot be changed. However, so are not Kaz, and so now you go, after ritually fasting and bathing for three days and nights. The armor you wear and the variety of weapons that you would normally wield are no longer present, for you must approach the Furies with no trappings whatsoever.
Bathed in the ritual oils and chanted over by the small handful of shamans who the Furies whispered these specific secrets to and no others, you approach the center of the nearly shattered Throne of Elements with naught but a simple cloth loincloth to you. In respect of your chosen course, all other supplicants and shamans have left the Throne for this day, leaving you alone with the towering and inscrutable Furies to gaze down imperiously upon you. At the least, this close to the elements given form you can know that no matter what happens here that you have at least helped your people this far – though Jorin deserves the boars share of the credit for getting them to fully speak once more.
And speak they do, no longer with the halting patterns of before either. As the shamans have worked and elements calmed and strengthened once more, the Furies certainly are quite a bit more…intimidating than they were before.
Who are you that would stand before the Furies? It is a voice that comes from everywhere, unified in purpose rather than the individual voices of individual Furies.
Right. Kaz managed to tell you of this part, the stories at least told to her by the Blademasters of the Burning Blade before they fully succumbed to their fel-tainted bloodlust. The Furies, obviously, know you are here, but this is part of it. Part of all of it.
[The First Question: 10/100]
"I am the Warchief-hurk!" you grunt in pain as a lash of pure flame washes over you, searing your skin with enough heat and resulting pain to send you to one knee.
You answer falsely.
[Second Chance: 41/100]
"I…speak the truth!" you manage to say through the pain. "I am the leader of-ggaah!" you shriek as wind slices along your back, forcing you to both knees now.
You answer falsely.
"I do not!"
Who Are You?
[Last Chance: 87/100]
"I...I am…" you struggle to say through the earth around you which seems to be growing ever softer, almost crumbling beneath you. "I am Dranosh Saurfang!" you cry out just as the earth begins to collapse beneath you. Water rushes in and you know that had you not answered correctly it would have smothered you along with the earth.
You speak truth for the first time.
The earth hardens suddenly, dirt transformed to rock, and the water of purest elemental might washes gently over you, healing the wounds inflicted upon you.
"I…I don't understand."
Warchief. What is this?
Mag'har. What is this?
Father. What is this?
Champion. What is this?
Four voices speak as one and separately at the same time to your pounding ears, a noise that comes from everywhere and nowhere. From within your body and from all directions.
"They…they are…"
Nothing.
The wind begins to swirl around you, at first with light caresses but as you watch they grow faster and faster. You panic, because honestly nothing about this is going the way you thought it would. According to Kaz and what she could squeeze out of the other Blademasters…it was questions, which you knew, and a test. A series of tests? A trial of some sort that would test your body and soul for receiving the blessing of the Furies. To join a fraction of a fraction of orcs throughout Draenor's history. Perhaps…perhaps it wasn't worth it?
"I-,"
They are but words. Who are you that you would come to the Furies, naked and bare?
"I-,"
We shall see.
Then the pain began. Immense, horrendous pain. Worse than anything you'd ever felt in your life. Your vision was obscured by light of every imaginable color, and then you saw something rise from behind the four Furies who stood at the Throne. It was…so much more powerful, you could feel it from here. Then it said…something, in a multitude of voices in both genders in a guttural incomprehensible sound. A harsh yet inexplicably harmonious symphony from within and without comes from its great mouth, and in one blink of an eye it transforms to become almost like the specter of a massive orc – and then you can see nothing.
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Blessed, blessed air! You gulp down the stuff from…wherever it is you are. Cautiously, you rise from your knees and stand, suddenly aware that you are missing quite a number of old aches and pains that you had grown used to in recent times. Everything is dark around you save for the disc you stand upon. It's a translucent one as well, but you can't quite catch what color it is meant to be due to it shifting with every second. Everywhere around you is darkness, so thick that you cannot even see a single step beyond it.
"I…what…?" you pause, hearing the odd way your voice is bouncing and echoing so oddly causing you to halt.
A quake-
Whirling wind-
Crackling flames-
Crashing waves-
The disc shudders so hard that your entire body vibrates with it, your sight practically disappearing as your eyeballs rumble in the sockets. Blinking tears out of your eyes caused by the utterly strange sensation, it takes you a moment to realize what has changed.
From the disc, symmetrically and equidistant, are four paths stretching into the darkness.
One is old, old dirt. Covered with pebbles and rocks, as well as a few dried twigs. It stretches almost as if into infinity only to halt once it reaches a certain distance into the darkness.
Another looks like the surface of the shallows from Zangarmarsh, crystal blue and purple with moss and…a fish swimming around inside it?
The third and fourth disturb you far more than the first two. Crackling embers and small flickers of flame mark a red and black path that you can feel the heat of even from your position in the direct center of the disc. The other…you barely see at all. You can certainly hear it just fine however. A whistling gale, a quiet dust devil, a thunderous front.
Dranosh Saurfang?
What Is This?
From What Does It Come From?
Is It Built Of Earth?
Crafted Of Fire?
Formed Of Water?
Shaped of Air?
Who Are You?
[] I am the blood of the Blackrock. Through fire and forges we took our place in the world. (Fire)What Is This?
From What Does It Come From?
Is It Built Of Earth?
Crafted Of Fire?
Formed Of Water?
Shaped of Air?
Who Are You?
[] I am the free, that of the Mag'har. Pure, and purified, of the taint of fel things. (Earth)
[] I am unifier, the brother who seeks forgiveness and to heal the pains caused by my kind. (Water)
[] I am orc. Scion of Nagrand, Land of the Wind. I am no more. I am no less. For that is enough. (Air)
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Nix's Warden
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[X] I am the free, that of the Mag'har. Pure, and purified, of the taint of fel things. (Earth)
[X] I am unifier, the brother who seeks forgiveness and to heal the pains caused by my kind. (Water)
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[X] I am unifier, the brother who seeks forgiveness and to heal the pains caused by my kind. (Water)
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[X] I am the free, that of the Mag'har. Pure, and purified, of the taint of fel things. (Earth)
[x] I am unifier, the brother who seeks forgiveness and to heal the pains caused by my kind. (Water)
This seems to be imo what Dranosh is and most wants to be.
This seems to be imo what Dranosh is and most wants to be.