Tormeron's events: the Stories

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Topic/Postby Gergel » 01 Apr 2015, 13:58

This week!

After not finding a single giant herb last week, Garrshammer Coalbrow has decided to drop group and skedaddle to greener pastures! Greener with herbs, that is.

Chepi is still mysteriously missing! She might be in the pub?

Serendipity could still have been in the pub! But is not!

Thelarwen is back, as un-cheerful-and-un-jolly as ever!

Will the adventurers finally manage to get out of visual range of Venture Bay?
(Spoiler: NO!)

The group once again gathered in Venture Bay. Good news, everyone! someone told excitedly. The ship from previous week had been through a horrible storm en route to Stormwind. Fortunately the vessel and all her sailors survived and the only casualty had been the little boy who had, nonstop, been blaming everyone for killing his parents, killing Arthas, killing whatshisname the time-wizard, killing the Draenor version of Prophet Velen, killing Deathwing, killing the mood, killing everyone's appetite and so on. The poor unfortunate boy had been swiped overboard by a gale of wind and then eaten by several sharks. Slowly. They were small tiny sharks. But very voracious.

... Okay, I guess that didn't really happen. Felt good to dream about such, though ...

Back in the real world, Arthuron once again guided his hapless followers down the already-familiar path towards northeast. This time there were no time distortions. People were beginning to hope that perhaps this time they might have a lovely peaceful expedition, perhaps reach and enjoy the beautiful blue-purple field of flowers that Florence Silsbury had been talking about.

Then there was a creaking sound followed by crashing and smashing.

So much for the lovely peaceful expedition.

What looked like a walking tree or one of the ancient protectors of night elven lands was doing battle with several vrykul. The proto-humans were attempting to cut, shoot and burn the tree down, while the tree was doing its best to fight or flee them. Aroona and Arthuron were the first ones to rush to the tree's aid, followed quickly by Ajulae and Thelarwen. Such a sudden onslaught seemed to scare the vrykul who swiftly withdrew to regroup.

The tree was in a bad shape. Even as the druids attempted to heal it with their nature magics, it told them that it was beyond their help. Before succumbing to its wounds, the tree touched the ground and sent a single root traveling into the distance. Then it fell over and appeared to die.

Arthuron's Adventurers followed the root's path across a river to the nearby forest. A huge vrykul leaped at them from a tree and there was a bit of a scuffle. Thanks to a combination attack by Ajulae, Magnet and Thelarwen, the giant was felled shortly and fairly swiftly. The group quickly made their way upwards: a large vrykul army was approaching and their current location in low ground was not defensible. Judging by the approaching yells and horns, the vrykul were numerous. Even Thelarwen agreed that it would be wiser to retreat rather than fight. The group pushed north towards a Horde fortress.

To no one's surprise the Horde were not feeling particularly hospitable. They did not attack outright, but they also closed the gates to their fortifications and warned the Alliance adventuring party to be on their way. The group did so, having no desire to be caught between two unfriendly armies.

It did not take long, the group was barely out of sight of the gates, for sounds of a considerably larger battle to begin. The vrykul were obviously attacking the Horde now. Serendipity made a quick flyby on her firebird and reported back that the vrykul were commanding and controlling an undead walking tree.

Clearly the one they had watched die near the vrykul village.

That was something that could not be allowed. Everyone had their own reasons, whether it was helping the Horde out of the goodness of their hearts, or putting the undead tree to rest, or just following along to watch the carnage, but they all moved back to the Horde base.

The darnassian protector was in a bad shape. It held one its own severed arms in another and was using that as a club. Horde's cannon and gun shots were quite successful at clearing out the surrounding vrykul, but did almost no damage to the tree.

Aroona, Ajulae and Thelarwen rushed in. The death knight was tossed aside like a rag doll by the tree's swing. The warrior was pushed down and nearly squashed, only her huge shield protected her from the giant tree's wooden foot. The druid swiftly took flight and attempted to peck out the undead tree's eyes while Thelarwen recovered and attacked again.

With Aroona attacking from above and Thelarwen from below, the tree lost its eyes and second arm. That was clearly enough to kill it... again. It fell down with a mighty crash. Whatever vrykul remained alive, now retreated screaming.

The sounds of battle died. Ajulae got up from where she had fallen. Everyone regrouped. The gates of the Horde fortress opened and several orcs rode out to meet the group.

"Why did you help us?" they asked.

"Because of the truce between the Alliance and the Horde. And because helping was the right thing to do," Ajulae and Aroona responded.

The orcs seemed satisfied with that explanation. "We thank you for your help, though we could have taken them out by ourselves." With that they rode back and gave the group no more trouble.

Thelarwen was still kneeling next to the motionless form of the felled tree protector. "Can you... do something? Give it... rest?" she looked at Aroona and Arthuron. The undead woman was clearly bothered by the fate of the undead tree.

Arthuron reached a hand out. Vines and roots sprouted from underneath the corpse of the tree. They grew all over the corpse, wrapped around it and slowly but irresistibly dragged it down into the dark soil. Once finished, barely a single sign of the dead protector remained. The exhausted Arthuron then sprinkled small seeds around the location from his bag. In time, new flowers would be growing there to mark the creature's grave.
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