Morrigan
February 10th, 2010, 11:29 PM
Ominous Warnings
By Morrigan
2010
“I must speak with Varrag,” Morrigan said as she summoned her Netherwing Drake to the flight area in Dalaran.
“’ow ya gon’ da ride off an’ leif me ‘ere? Ya know I be followin’ ya ta da ends a Azeroth womon!” Namoric said in comfortable vernacular he used only with those he was close too, as he whistled for one of his Nether Rays. “Wha’ya be needin’ wid da Varrag mon?”
“Zug zug!” Morrigan replied to Namoric’s remarks about being left behind, to his question she answered “I saw Lord Saurfang the other day after I left the Argent Tournament Grounds. He asked if we had heard from Varrag yet, after I told him no I asked him what was going on. Varrag went to Blackrock Mountain, to Ragnaros’ former seat. Alone.”
Namoric turned a serious eye to Morrigan, the comfortable vernacular beginning to slip away with the implications of what he’d just heard. “If he takes such risks den dis be serious mon.”
“If there are any concerns to be had Varrag would take them to Thrall, so our best bet is find Thrall and we’ll find Varrag. Used to be you could almost always find Thrall in Orgrimmar. Now…he could be there, or at the Argent Tournament keeping Garrosh in line,” Morrigan remarked as she eyed the distance, plotting their course.
With a derisive snort, which is quite impressive coming from a Troll, Namoric replied, “Garrosh been gettin’ mighty biggity lately, he makin’ da Horde look bad mon.”
“To the Tournament Grounds first, they’re closest. If Varrag’s not there, then to Orgrimmar,” Morrigan said as they took to the sky, flying north over Dalaran.
The Tournament Grounds hadn’t seen Thrall in days, and therefore no Varrag. Morrigan and Namoric relaxed just a bit. Both felt more comfortable discussing certain things away from so many Alliance ears. The pair quickly greeted friends they saw there, and just as quickly made their goodbyes, which wasn’t taken as unusual because of the typical busyness of the grounds.
After winging south, back over the fields of Scourge in Icecrown, to Dalaran the two took the easiest and most direct route to Orgrimmar; the static portals that the City of Mages seemed to sustain with an infinite supply of power.
It felt good to be back home, few were the trips here, and even lesser the time spent when they were here. From the portal in The Valley of the Spirits it was a straight line to Thrall’s chambers, the first place they decided to look for Varrag. Not only would he be there to inform Thrall of any findings he had, he would be consulting the scrolls and tomes with the other shaman there.
It was an easy ride as most of the traffic in Orgimmar is around the auction house and bank. Luck was with them and they found Varrag just outside Thrall’s chambers in the Valley of Wisdom. The Shaman had had full view of the doorway and saw Morrigan enter. He also noted he didn’t see Namoric, who was never far from her, and before he could comment on such on he had a Rogue Troll on his back cheering “Ah-hi’yah!”
“Hello, Varrag! I hear you’ve been playing in the lava!” Morrigan said by way of greeting.
“Just when I thought I had quiet to look over my findings,” Varrag returned with mock exasperation.
“As if you could ever get enough of your favorite people,” the Warrior commented in over exaggerated disbelief. But any fun in the reunion didn’t last long when a look on Varrag’s face replaced the smile. “What have you found that we need to be concerned with?”
“Have you noticed anything unusual lately?” Varrag asked.
Morrigan thought a moment, not sure what he meant, but answered with things that stood out to her. “Our hunter friends said their animals have been fighting more fiercely lately, some getting reckless and not giving up the fight before it’s too late. They also said the animals are staying closer to them, where they would range more freely before, and they’re more protective. Myself, I’ve noticed…I don’t know…something ‘off,’ gone before I can grasp it. I don’t have the affinity for the natural world like you do.”
“I be noticin’ me poisons and potions ‘ave given me different results mon. Da flowers be havin’ strange mojo, but me stabs ‘ave been meaner so not much ta be complaining about mon.” Namoric shared.
Varrag was clearly taking this into deep consideration and appeared to be analyzing it with whatever else he had learned. After a moment he said “Something is indeed ‘off’ as you say Morrigan, and with what I’m about to tell you it will make some sort of sense of the flora’s strange mojo. You see, the closer to nature something is, the sooner and more deeply it is affected. There is concern from the Lords of the elemental plane. Though they can’t say what it is, only that they believe a great destruction is coming, and they don’t know where or how it will strike.”
The three stood in thought, Morrigan and Namoric joining Varrag in considering what this could mean. Morrigan asked, “And this has nothing to do with the Lich King or the Scourge, could we be wrong and instead of weakening, his power grows?”
“No,” said Varrag. “Incendius said Deepholm.”
“That name even I know, but the name of that place is only vaguely familiar to me, something else to do with people more in tune with nature. Battles, wars, and fights are my area of expertise. I do know many precursors of those, though. So…” Morrigan was thinking out loud now, “what things do we know to have had the greatest influence over nature and the elements?”
Varrag began sharing his thoughts out loud, “Can control time, magic, dreams, nature, and even life itself!”
“Tings that near destroy us, den save us.” Namoric added.
“The problem with Malygos has been fixed, Onyxia has been defeated, who else is there?” Morrigan asked.
The answer struck all three of them at once.
“The one that has been forgotten about,” the Warrior said in a voice as cold as the steel of axe on her back.
“A ting dat powerful bein’ crazy, mad, and wanting revenge…dat be bad mon,” so serious was the Rogue that his comfortable vernacular was almost gone.
“It can’t be…no,” Varrag said in a horrified disbelief, “if he came back it would be catastrophic, it could change the face of Azeroth! We’ll tell Thrall our thoughts, after that exercise extreme caution in who share this with. We must hurry, there is much more I need to learn of this. You two learn what you can, in a month’s time we will meet again, I’ll get a message to you to let you know where.”
With that the three headed to their audience with the Warchief, trying, for the time being, to ignore the ominous foreboding at their backs.
By Morrigan
2010
“I must speak with Varrag,” Morrigan said as she summoned her Netherwing Drake to the flight area in Dalaran.
“’ow ya gon’ da ride off an’ leif me ‘ere? Ya know I be followin’ ya ta da ends a Azeroth womon!” Namoric said in comfortable vernacular he used only with those he was close too, as he whistled for one of his Nether Rays. “Wha’ya be needin’ wid da Varrag mon?”
“Zug zug!” Morrigan replied to Namoric’s remarks about being left behind, to his question she answered “I saw Lord Saurfang the other day after I left the Argent Tournament Grounds. He asked if we had heard from Varrag yet, after I told him no I asked him what was going on. Varrag went to Blackrock Mountain, to Ragnaros’ former seat. Alone.”
Namoric turned a serious eye to Morrigan, the comfortable vernacular beginning to slip away with the implications of what he’d just heard. “If he takes such risks den dis be serious mon.”
“If there are any concerns to be had Varrag would take them to Thrall, so our best bet is find Thrall and we’ll find Varrag. Used to be you could almost always find Thrall in Orgrimmar. Now…he could be there, or at the Argent Tournament keeping Garrosh in line,” Morrigan remarked as she eyed the distance, plotting their course.
With a derisive snort, which is quite impressive coming from a Troll, Namoric replied, “Garrosh been gettin’ mighty biggity lately, he makin’ da Horde look bad mon.”
“To the Tournament Grounds first, they’re closest. If Varrag’s not there, then to Orgrimmar,” Morrigan said as they took to the sky, flying north over Dalaran.
The Tournament Grounds hadn’t seen Thrall in days, and therefore no Varrag. Morrigan and Namoric relaxed just a bit. Both felt more comfortable discussing certain things away from so many Alliance ears. The pair quickly greeted friends they saw there, and just as quickly made their goodbyes, which wasn’t taken as unusual because of the typical busyness of the grounds.
After winging south, back over the fields of Scourge in Icecrown, to Dalaran the two took the easiest and most direct route to Orgrimmar; the static portals that the City of Mages seemed to sustain with an infinite supply of power.
It felt good to be back home, few were the trips here, and even lesser the time spent when they were here. From the portal in The Valley of the Spirits it was a straight line to Thrall’s chambers, the first place they decided to look for Varrag. Not only would he be there to inform Thrall of any findings he had, he would be consulting the scrolls and tomes with the other shaman there.
It was an easy ride as most of the traffic in Orgimmar is around the auction house and bank. Luck was with them and they found Varrag just outside Thrall’s chambers in the Valley of Wisdom. The Shaman had had full view of the doorway and saw Morrigan enter. He also noted he didn’t see Namoric, who was never far from her, and before he could comment on such on he had a Rogue Troll on his back cheering “Ah-hi’yah!”
“Hello, Varrag! I hear you’ve been playing in the lava!” Morrigan said by way of greeting.
“Just when I thought I had quiet to look over my findings,” Varrag returned with mock exasperation.
“As if you could ever get enough of your favorite people,” the Warrior commented in over exaggerated disbelief. But any fun in the reunion didn’t last long when a look on Varrag’s face replaced the smile. “What have you found that we need to be concerned with?”
“Have you noticed anything unusual lately?” Varrag asked.
Morrigan thought a moment, not sure what he meant, but answered with things that stood out to her. “Our hunter friends said their animals have been fighting more fiercely lately, some getting reckless and not giving up the fight before it’s too late. They also said the animals are staying closer to them, where they would range more freely before, and they’re more protective. Myself, I’ve noticed…I don’t know…something ‘off,’ gone before I can grasp it. I don’t have the affinity for the natural world like you do.”
“I be noticin’ me poisons and potions ‘ave given me different results mon. Da flowers be havin’ strange mojo, but me stabs ‘ave been meaner so not much ta be complaining about mon.” Namoric shared.
Varrag was clearly taking this into deep consideration and appeared to be analyzing it with whatever else he had learned. After a moment he said “Something is indeed ‘off’ as you say Morrigan, and with what I’m about to tell you it will make some sort of sense of the flora’s strange mojo. You see, the closer to nature something is, the sooner and more deeply it is affected. There is concern from the Lords of the elemental plane. Though they can’t say what it is, only that they believe a great destruction is coming, and they don’t know where or how it will strike.”
The three stood in thought, Morrigan and Namoric joining Varrag in considering what this could mean. Morrigan asked, “And this has nothing to do with the Lich King or the Scourge, could we be wrong and instead of weakening, his power grows?”
“No,” said Varrag. “Incendius said Deepholm.”
“That name even I know, but the name of that place is only vaguely familiar to me, something else to do with people more in tune with nature. Battles, wars, and fights are my area of expertise. I do know many precursors of those, though. So…” Morrigan was thinking out loud now, “what things do we know to have had the greatest influence over nature and the elements?”
Varrag began sharing his thoughts out loud, “Can control time, magic, dreams, nature, and even life itself!”
“Tings that near destroy us, den save us.” Namoric added.
“The problem with Malygos has been fixed, Onyxia has been defeated, who else is there?” Morrigan asked.
The answer struck all three of them at once.
“The one that has been forgotten about,” the Warrior said in a voice as cold as the steel of axe on her back.
“A ting dat powerful bein’ crazy, mad, and wanting revenge…dat be bad mon,” so serious was the Rogue that his comfortable vernacular was almost gone.
“It can’t be…no,” Varrag said in a horrified disbelief, “if he came back it would be catastrophic, it could change the face of Azeroth! We’ll tell Thrall our thoughts, after that exercise extreme caution in who share this with. We must hurry, there is much more I need to learn of this. You two learn what you can, in a month’s time we will meet again, I’ll get a message to you to let you know where.”
With that the three headed to their audience with the Warchief, trying, for the time being, to ignore the ominous foreboding at their backs.