[OOC/Screenshots] Find That Druid

He’s camouflaged! Also I thought it was totally awesome that the questgiver NPC for this quest has Ornasse’s last name. Doubtful that he’s a long-lost son though, he’s got green hair 😉

Where is he?!

Where is he?!


[Art] Vassanta and Dog

I can’t draw armor, so Vass is in regular clothes!

Vassanta and Dog

Vassanta and Dog

[Art] Worgen

I don’t think it’s Uldred… his beard isn’t right and he’s not in a dress 😉



[Story/Art] Tathariel’s Journal

Jaellynn wanted to try out his bombs. We went to Felwood, because he said he knew where some goblins were. He thought the irony in that was delightful. The goblins are cutting the tainted trees with shredders, they have a whole camp set up. I don’t know why they would want tainted wood, and the poor trees have already suffered enough. There’s a cave full of elementals, and they were all hiding in there. Along the cave walls, we found bombs placed at regular intervals. Jaellynn thinks they mean to collapse the cave. It was terrible, but I am glad that we went, because he blew up a lot of shredders. We also found some unused bombs, and he took those.

Later that evening, we met up in Darkshore to see about the wildkin. I know he was nervous, but I was relieved to finally be doing something. That other druid was there, the one that Kel and I met the other day. I don’t think he would be good for Kel after all. He seems a bit off. The priestess was there too, actually it was a male priest. I know I shouldn’t really say anything because I’m a female druid, but I still find male priests to be very strange. I’ve seen him around before, in the temple. He spends a lot of time with a very strange woman.

Thankfully, Tularius didn’t send the priest with us. He told us to go build a shrine, while he and the priest went to bless the area. We looked around for a good place to build it. Jaellynn found a nice hill overlooking the river. He took his flying machine and brought back the sticks and things we had gathered. Then we looked for a rock to make the main part of the shrine, he did that too. We stood the rock up and I put smaller rocks around to hold it up. Jaellynn suggested using a bandage to attach the antlers on, it worked pretty well I think! I drew a deer on it with charcoal. If the shrine works we can make owl and bear ones later on.

Deer Shrine

Deer Shrine

Tularius and the priest came to look at the shrine. They brought the feathers we had gathered from before and attached them onto the rock with some kind of stuff that Tularius had. Then he wanted us to cast moonfire to set them on fire. Poor Jaellynn had to make some excuse about never learning it, and he moved back to stand watch. The feathers caught on fire and it seemed like the spirits were drawn to it. I guess we’ll see in a little while.

I’m glad everything went okay. The priest didn’t try to heal Jaellynn, and aside from the moonfire thing, he seemed just like any other druid. I told him how proud I was of him but I think he still feels like he’s not a very good druid. Technically, he isn’t, but he just has a different approach. I think that’s just as valid.

We went home after that. I had a new dress — well, I’d found it in my closet and forgotten about it. It’s red, which doesn’t really go with my hair, but Jaellynn says he likes it. He was staring a lot, so I think I believe him.

[Story] A Dog and Her Goat II

Vassanta and Dog rode along the main road through Ashenvale. Well, Vassanta rode, while Dog bounded ahead, often veering off into the brush or down to a stream, before running back to her side again. She had so much energy, and no wonder, being stuck in that boring temple all day! Vassanta had plenty, too, though her nightly trips into the forest had helped. Sooner or later the orcs would catch on, but she never went to the same area twice, so it would be a while before she had to stop — or bring backup.

Vajarra had tried to stop her. At first, because she thought it was too dangerous for Vass to go alone, but when she had pointed out that she wasn’t alone, Dog was with her, her sister just put her hands on her hips and glared. And when Vajarra heard she’d gone with that elf, she became even more insistent in her protests. She didn’t like when Vassanta pointed out that it was safer with someone else along.

So what if she went with an elf? Vassanta was no fool, she knew the dangers well enough, but she was certain she could handle it.

“You’re being childish,” Vajarra had said, crossing her arms over her chest. Which was pretty ironic, considering she had a stack of books for children on the desk. She’d apparently found some poor sap willing to help her with her Darnassian. Maybe she was. So what? She hadn’t had time to be childish in the past few years — it had all been danger and responsibility. Vassanta thought she was due to have a little fun.

Nor did Vajarra enjoy Vassanta’s rekindled interest in pulling pranks. It was something she’d done when they were younger, but now that they lived together again, Vass had found ever more creative ways to irritate her sister. She had to admit, that was kind of childish, but it was still amusing. She still giggled whenever she thought of the pages from that goblin magazine that she’d tucked into Vajarra’s prayer book. If she had only been there to see it! Jaeyn assured her that it was hilarious, though. She was never destructive or malicious, and at least she’d stopped putting live animals in Vajarra’s bed.

Vassanta pulled Piglet’s reins, willing the beast into a reluctant stop. Dog stood on a nearby ridge, her ears pricked forward, her muscles taut. Vassanta recognized the surrounding forest as the place they had come that first time. She grabbed her sword and slid off the kodo’s back, moving beside Dog to survey the camp. Yes, it was the same one she had scouted before, squatting in the burnt remains of an elven building — it looked like an inn. They couldn’t hunt here though, not so soon. Dog snorted, looking at Vassanta expectantly. “Not these ones,” she explained, stroking the saber’s silky head. “Can you find us some other ones?” She thought the yellow eyes held annoyance, but she couldn’t really be sure. Vassanta did notice that the tattered banners were the same symbol as that she’d found on the paper. So it was the Warsong clan, she should have recognized it. Those papers must almost certainly be orders, or information. The important kind, that had to be written down.

Dog was already a good distance down the road when she got Piglet moving again. They were in the southern-most part of the forest now, and the trees had begun to thin, giving way to golden grasses. Though she’d only seen it from overhead, she was struck how like Nagrand it looked. And both were full of orcs, she thought grimly. Vassanta was thankful for the cover of darkness; not only did it make it easier for her to hide, but Dog’s stark black coat would have been easily noticed in the daytime. Now, she blended effortlessly into the shadows, and Vassanta couldn’t see her anymore when she moved up ahead. But she trusted Dog, and knew that she wouldn’t go far without her. She was learning that animals were good that way — or Dog, at least — and she never tried to tell her how to act or what she should and shouldn’t do. She didn’t tell her to stop talking to elves and she certainly didn’t eat fish from other people. Well, maybe she did that last one.

Ahead, a crude structure loomed on the horizon, a rough hut built atop stakes. Torches burned at the corners. It looked like a guard post. Vassanta moved slowly through the grass, the swishing stalks made it difficult to stay quiet. There was a ramp, leading up from the back of the tower. Vassanta squinted, searching the shadows around the tower’s base. There was surely a guard down there, and she wanted to silently dispatch him before they went up for the others. She felt, rather than heard, Dog’s presence beside her, the cat settling down onto her haunches. Vassanta smiled crookedly, giving the cat’s head another quick pat. The way she was staring ahead, it seemed she had the same idea.

There were some who said that Draenei could never be trained as scouts. Vassanta found this claim to be preposterous. It took a great deal of time and patience to move slowly, of course, but it could be done. A short blade to the throat from behind was all it took, though Dog gave her a disapproving look for taking all the fun. “Sorry,” she whispered into the cat’s ear. “Next one is yours.” Dog glanced upward, leaping onto the tower’s ramp.

She let the saber go first, uncertain if the rickety ramp would hold both of them safely. At the top, a small hut was surrounded by a platform. There, foolishly dozing, was the other guard. Once Dog was upon him, though, he sprang into life, uttering a cry of alarm as he unsheathed his club. It was too late though, Dog’s jaws were already closing on his neck, his bulky body collapsing onto the platform.

Yes, she could trust Dog. Other people, though, she wasn’t as certain. One thing Vajarra had said kept sticking in her mind. “You’re jealous,” she’d said, equal parts amazement and smugness. That was stupid. She wasn’t jealous, certainly not over something so innocuous. No, she wasn’t. Still, she wasn’t going to mention the two trips to Stormwind she’d made earlier just to find some coffee for that elf.

Dog roared, hurtling toward her, and Vassanta had but a brief moment to be confused, before a blade bit into her side. She growled, uttering a rather colorful curse in Darnassian — mostly at herself for losing her focus in such a dangerous place. Dog shook the second orc’s body roughly, maybe uttering a curse of her own. Vassanta put a hand to her side, and felt wetness there. Wincing slightly, she made her way down the wooden ramp, and whistled for Piglet. That was another good thing about him; he never looked out of place near a Horde camp. She swung herself into his saddle, cringing again at the shot of pain that went up her side when she did so. Dog padded after her, her tail-tip twitching in agitation. “Come on,” Vassanta said, urging Piglet forward.

Once they were back in the forest, Vassanta sought a safe place to take a break. While nowhere in the southern part was truly safe, they would not be here long. She hastily tied Piglet and struck a fire, her side aching all the while. Dog sat watching, her yellow eyes gleaming brightly in the darkness. Vassanta unlaced her chest plate, looking at it briefly. The sword had gone between two plates, and not caused any damage to the plates themselves, thankfully. Her side hadn’t been so lucky. It wasn’t too serious, but she’d certainly have Vajarra do some mending tonight. Hopefully no stitches would be needed. Dog rose and came around to her side of the fire, one ear quirked forward. She lowered herself onto her belly beside Vassanta, and she reached over to scratch the cat’s back with her free hand. Dog began to purr quietly, her head resting on her paws.

[Story] Tathariel’s Journal

Why are boys so STUPID sometimes, it’s aggravating!

Anyway I went to their meeting, they talked about the boxes some more. I was surprised and happy to see that at least a couple people have gained some sense since the last one. All it took was Xiatris almost dying, and a Sentinel dying, right? Though there are some who can’t see reason because of their loyalties, and that’s distressing. But Jaeyn finally seems to be putting his foot down, maybe it was something Jaellynn said to him.

They talked about where to put it, again. There was a lot of arguing. Someone suggested Winterspring, I said I was worried that it might affect the wildkin and other animals. Since the ones in Darkshore are dead, there aren’t many left anymore. They also talked about putting it somewhere in Dalaran, in the mage prison. And someone said Jaellynn’s idea about putting it in the Nether. Of course they considered it because someone besides him said it. I just listened mostly. Jaellynn didn’t come with me, I was furious at him for that. Well, he showed up right at the very end, but still. I didn’t really think he would make me go alone.

I was too mad to talk to him after that. I went and talked with Naelaedra. It’s been so long since we have been able to talk. She’s been busy with all of her mage things. I told her about our house and asked what she thought about taking the box to Dalaran. She said that elf took the Twilight book to Shattrath to let the Scryers study it. I wonder what they’ll find out.

I found Jaellynn by the bank and he was still being stubborn. I said he could go to Felwood by himself if he wanted to, but he didn’t like that. Finally I gave up and got my armor and went with him. We went to get some water from the corrupt moonwell, to compare it to the sample from Feralas. The water in Felwood seems a bit brighter, but I’m almost positive it’s the same. We also found a banner with the same symbol on it near there, it looked demonic to me. There was a cult in the area, we found a raised platform with symbols painted on the floor and piles of skulls. I’m pretty sure they used it to sacrifice people. Jaellynn copied down some of the symbols.

We went up north to the village there and looked around. There’s a moonwell – a clean one — and two inns. I didn’t realize they had so many travelers there. We went home after that. I still don’t think he understands why I was angry with him, but I didn’t want to argue about it anymore. And I can’t stay angry at him for very long.

Last night we waited for Tularius… again. Jaellynn is really worried about the priestess going. He’s afraid that she’s going to try to heal him, or that he’ll have to cast a druid spell and everyone will find out what he is. I think he’s more worried about so many people being there, which I can understand. Especially the priestess and the new druid, because they haven’t seen him before. He’s going to make some bombs to bring if any of the Horde should bother us, since he doesn’t want to bring his weapon. I thought that was a brilliant idea.

I talked to him about meeting with father. I think it would be a good opportunity for them to talk and get to know each other better. The only problem is that Jaellynn doesn’t seem to know what he wants to talk to him about. I just said, ordinary things, things that you would ask your father if you could. I’m sure men talk about things the way women do, I’m sure they can figure something out.

[Story] A Dog and Her Goat

Vassanta was pleased to be going out hunting again. She’d spent a lot of time in the temple the past couple of days, but not for praying. She found the temple as achingly dull as she always had, but that elf was stuck in there. She wasn’t exactly sure of all the details, but he said he had to stay awake and guard a dangerous box so that no one took it. He was the only one who could, he had said, so he couldn’t go orc hunting with her. The priestesses didn’t seem to mind if they talked, unlike the ones in Shattrath, so she came to help pass the time. How did priestesses stand it, staying in the same quiet, sleepy place all day? She felt sorry for him, trapped in there, and brought him some food to eat.

But yesterday he’d said that Dog could go hunting with her. “Dog” was a black nightsaber that often followed him around, an enormous beast that weighed more than she did. She had been impressed with the feline’s ferocity when they’d gone to that orc camp in Desolace, and to her delight, Dog seemed to have taken a liking to her. They didn’t talk, exactly, as any conversations would be decidedly one-sided, but she still seemed to understand when Vassanta spoke to her. Or maybe it was just the tone of her voice. Either way, the cat would nudge her hand with her muzzle or close her eyes contentedly when Vassanta rubbed one of her ears, and she liked to think that they were friends.

Jaeyn had said that it was safe for her to eat the orcs. Vassanta wasn’t so sure. She’d seen the effects of fel energy on animals on Draenor, and it wasn’t nice. Still, there was no way she’d be able to stop Dog from eating an orc if she really wanted to.

They went on foot. Piglet was far too big and noisy to ride near the orc camps, and Vassanta could not afford to give away her position, being unable to hide very well in plate armor. She would rely on Dog for that. She held her hand out to stroke the back of Dog’s neck as they walked the narrow forest trails. Vassanta let the animal lead; she knew these woods far better than Vassanta did, and she trusted that she would take them to their prey. How useful it would be to have a partner like that all the time! Maybe the elf would let them hunt together again, though she admittedly enjoyed his company as well. It would probably be good for him too, he seemed so worried about his responsibilities. There was no better way to relax than some good hunting, in her opinion. Not that she blamed him, she didn’t envy his position at all. Everyone expects so much of you, yet you get all the blame if something goes wrong. She was quietly thankful she’d been overlooked for promotion in her own unit.

Dog led them deeper into the woods, pausing every so often to lift her head to the breeze. Vassanta wasn’t sure where they were, it certainly wasn’t near the camp she had visited before. She felt the cat’s muscles tense beneath her touch, and instinctively Vassanta crouched down into the brush. The scent of smoke was the first hint that they had found something, just a hint carried on the shifting breeze. Go ahead, she urged in her mind, hoping that Dog would understand, laying her hand flat on the cat’s shoulder. She shifted, hunching into a crouch, and leapt from the cover in a flurry of leaves — but no sound. Like a deadly ghost, Dog leapt onto the nearest orc, her fangs sinking into his neck as he uttered a last choke of surprise. The others jumped up, shouting harshly in Orcish as they reached for their weapons. Too slow, Vassanta smirked, striking the sword-arm of the lighter-skinned orc. Dog was even swifter than she was, whirling on her haunches to attack the third, who was stumbling backward over the branches and leaves. For all their boasting of honor, Vassanta had seen plenty of orcs turn tail and run like frightened talbuk calves.

They had killed three, without them hardly having time to notice. Vassanta grinned broadly at Dog, who sat on the lighter orc’s chest, licking her paw daintily. She wiped her sword and sheathed it, starting to empty the pockets and packs of the orcs. Nothing really interesting to speak of, a few silver coins — which she pocketed, one carried a knife, but it looked old and worn and not very well-made. She opened one of the packs, finding some dried meat, a flask of some kind of ale, and — she stopped, seeing a piece of parchment. One did not often find papers on orcs. There was a seal of some kind, she didn’t think it was from Orgrimmar, but she couldn’t be sure now that things had changed there. She squinted at the strange words. Some Draenei could understand Orcish, having learned it on Draenor in the time before the orcs’ demon-rage, but she was not one of them. Still, she was sure that someone would want to see this. She folded it back up, placing it inside her pack.

As Jaeyn had said she might, Dog was merrily chewing on one of the orcs, her paws holding her meal in place. She hated to disturb her, but she had to get back to show someone this paper. Well… she supposed she could wait long enough for Dog to finish her meal. She had helped catch it, after all.