Hello everyone!
The Burning Legion has invaded azeroth once again and after Khadgar and the Kirin Tor
teleport Dalaran to the broken isles, a ravenholdt courier approaches us with a message from
Jorach Ravenholdt himself.
He requests our presence within the Halls of Shadows where 3 different plans to obtain
an artifact are ready to proceed.
They want us to be their blade in the dark that vanquishes their foes and it’s up to
us to decide which one to go for.
Valeera: “I’m close to locating a foe we’ve been hunting for years.
With a bit of help, we can take her out and lay claim to her daggers.”
Valeera Sanguinar, long time friend and former arena group member of Broll bearmantle and
Varian Wrynn is a member of the uncrowned and she wants us to go after the Fangs of
the Devourer, currently wielded by Akaari Shadowgore, one of Kil’jaedens personal
assassins.
Every attempt on her life ends the same...she’s gone before we even arrive, but not this time.
They’ve been working with contacts to find Akaari so we can finally take the Fangs for
our own purposes.
“I’ll meet you upstairs in glorius goods when you’re done.
Another one of khadgar’s dogs has been nosing around, asking too many questions.”
We’re told to go to each contact to see what they know and as we go around the city,
let’s talk about the history of these daggers and why they’re worth going for:
These daggers may have passed through the hands of a master weaponsmith, but their danger
wasn't born of his hands.
No.
These are fangs, ancient yet well preserved, taken from the maw of a slain felhound.
This creature was more dangerous than any of its like that we've ever seen and this
particular hound, Goremaw the Devourer, was the pet of the Great Enemy, Sargeras.
He must have cared deeply for this hound--in his own way--for he sculpted its power, gifting
its sharp teeth with enough shadow energy to pierce reality itself.
When the Legion invaded a new world, Goremaw would often accompany them, tearing enemy
soldiers to shreds.
Between battles, the felhound's eredar caretakers would collect the shadow energy dripping from
its fangs, using it to craft powerful new weapons and reagents.
The hounds end came on an unremarkable world.
It had already been pacified, its leaders corrupted and its heroes slain.
A child, burning with righteous fury for his dying world, crept into the Legion's stronghold
and killed several eredar guards--and Goremaw--while they rested.
When Sargeras saw his slain hound, he was consumed with rage.
That world, and all who lived upon it, was scattered as ashes in the Great Dark.
Such a quick death was perhaps a small mercy for them.
But though Goremaw had died, its usefulness to the Legion had not ended.
A dreadlord, Mephistroth, believed that Goremaw could still serve the Legion.
He extracted the felhound's fangs and took them to a great demon forge on the eredar
homeworld of Argus.
There were many challenges in preserving the fangs' dark energies.
Mephistroth dared not handle the task himself, but his subordinates were eager to distinguish
themselves despite the great risk.
But the fangs' twisted power often proved far too dangerous.
When it pierced their minds and inflicted unspeakable agony, the dreadlord simply discarded
them, giving their souls to the demon forge and finding another servant to take their
place.
In the end, their work was successful.
The fangs had been sharpened to a permanent edge, their shadow powers preserved for all
time.
Mephistroth had created two of the deadliest weapons the universe had ever known.
These daggers could twist the air and bend light, allowing their wielders to conceal
themselves effortlessly.
He presented the daggers to Sargeras, who was greatly pleased.
Goremaw had been a terror on the battlefield; in the hands of a skilled assassin, its fangs
would be a terror in the shadows.
It took some time for Sargeras to find someone worthy of wielding the Fangs of the Devourer.
Loyalty was a concern.
Skilled assassins are deceptive by nature, all too capable of betrayal.
Sargeras would not abide the thought of Goremaw's legacy falling into the hands of the Legion's
enemies.
Finally, Sargeras found someone suitable to carry these daggers into battle.
An eredar tracker named Akaari had distinguished herself in several Legion invasions, silently
murdering those who suspected that the demons' promises were laced with doom.
She was summoned to Argus and told of the great honor being offered to her.
Sargeras promised Akaari that she would become a fearsome instrument of death, one of the
deadliest creatures alive in any known realm.
The price for such power was for Akaari to give up her free will.
If she wanted to be this living weapon, betrayal would have to become impossible.
It was a grim bargain, one that Akaari accepted.
Beneath the surface of Argus, there are dark places to be found.
In these secret chambers, weapons are forged and wills are broken.
Akaari spent centuries down there, her essence being shaped and molded, intertwined with
the daggers' power.
The souls of other eredar assassins were sacrificed and bound to hers, granting her the experience
of a hundred lifetimes and thousands of kills.
Just as Goremaw had been changed, so was she.
She emerged from those chambers a remorseless construct of death, perfectly obedient to
Sargeras.
He knew that the daggers were safe in her hands, because her hands were an extension
of his will.
And in her hands, the daggers spelled doom for those who opposed the Burning Legion.
Her first mission was on a small, militaristic world.
Its inhabitants would have fought hard against a Legion invasion.
Though they would have fallen eventually to direct force, Sargeras believed they might
be vulnerable to fear and paranoia.
With her newly granted powers, this world was a perfect test for Akaari as she infiltrated
its strongholds all by herself.
Within a month, the world was in chaos.
Tales of an unseen assassin had spread like wildfire, and as heroes and leaders died silently,
the world's warriors broke into factions, believing each other to blame for Akaari's
assassinations.
When the Legion finally did reveal itself, the world begged to surrender.
An eternity of servitude seemed better than living in fear of daggers striking from the
shadows.
She had passed her test in stunning fashion.
She was brought back into the ranks of the Legion to support their efforts directly.
Akaari proved she was an indispensable ally.
Her weapons allowed her to play with kings and other leaders like toys.
Not only could she eliminate whom she wanted, but she could also take their place in disguise,
perfectly mimicking their appearance and manner.
A world does not fall because of a single assassin.
But it certainly falls more quickly.
A dagger through the right person's heart can win a battle or topple a kingdom.
A panicked army that just lost its leader is more easily destroyed than a stalwart,
determined force.
The Legion already had plenty of experience in corrupting weak minds and mortal hearts.
Akaari was the demons' proof against failure.
Whenever someone had the strength or the sense to resist temptation, her blades handled the
rest.
Yes, she was Sargeras's asset, loyal and unquestioning.
But even though her will was gone, her guile remained.
She requested that Sargeras allow her to roam the Twisting Nether for a time.
Curious to see how he would further he goals of the Legion, he agreed.
She spent time skulking among the ranks of Sargeras's own armies, rooting out discontent
and erasing ambitious demons who hoped to seize power at the Legion's expense.
She became skilled in the art of interrogation, able to inflict untold pain and suffering
upon any creature able to scream.
She also built a citadel on a dead world to hold prisoners and extract knowledge from
them.
Over time, her actions created malcontents within the Legion.
The demons imagined her daggers in their throats, and their constant fear of her inspired thoughts
of escape.
When the location of Akaari's citadel became known to the rest of the Legion, she made
a show of abandoning it.
It had become useless, an unhelpful symbol.
But it had served its purpose.
She would return to the citadel in time, but only in secret, and only to prepare for particularly
difficult invasions or to interrogate particularly important prisoners.
When she returned to Sargeras, she returned with new skills and a new philosophy: fear
was a double-edged sword, useful, but not always the right choice.
It’s true that an unseen assassin inspired terror, but an unknown assassin inspired complacency.
An enemy could not prepare to face a danger that seemingly did not exist.
Akaari dedicated herself to become a silient killer, truly invisible and her work continued.
She’s not entirely invisible yet though since after asking around in the city, we
finally find someone who can point us in the right direction.
Val’zuun’s intel: “It seems fate is on your side.”
“Akaari is in this very city as we speak, spying for her masters.”
“I will gladly tell you where...in exchange for a rune of portals.”
“Until then, our business is complete.”
A rune of portals was the reagent used by mages to create their portals, but was eventually
removed from the game and as such are not exactly easy to come by.
Archmage Celindra, Kirin Tor’s portal master, has a study in the center of town.
We rogues aren’t particularly welcome there, nor would she simply hand a rune over even
if we were, but who said anything about asking as we sneak into her study, avoid her fire
traps and arcane sentries and bring the rune to Val zuun.
“Giggle, excellent...you will find Akaari in the Legerdemain Lounge.”
“Akaari....your time has come.”
The lounge has been secured by our order and up stairs we find our target.
“Akaari retreated upstairs as we arived, she’s all yours”
Akaari Shadowgore: “I should thank you.
You’ve saved me the effort of finding you.”
“Kil’jaeden will be pleased when I bring him your head.
One by one, you will all fall to the Fangs.”
“Kirel volosh!”
“You think my master so foolish...?
You have the fangs?”
It was a ruse.
That lying demon scum, we should have known...
Let’s show Val’zuun what happens to people who dare cross the Uncrowned.
“Val’zuun, I will be your death!”
“Stop!
Stop!
I did not know!
I swear it!”
“I can still help you!
I can take you to Akaari’s stronghold!”
‘Thank you for seeing reason.”
“Ered’achor, shudas’urzul....kurai.”
“It is done.
The way to Shadowgore Citadel is open.”
“Akaari is just across the citadel from you.
With your skill, you should be able to reach her undetected.”
“Prepare yourselves, minions.
Our lord requires us on the field of battle.”
“Our enemies will feel the fangs’ agonizing bite!
They will all perish!”
“You were dead the moment you arrived here.”
“Try to keep up.”
“Enough!”
“Take them to the holding cell.
Lord Kil’jaeden will be most pleased.”
“Move out, armies of Kil’jaeden!
Glory awaits!”
“That jailer presents an opportunity for your escape.”
Pickpocket jailor Pick up weapons from cache
“Xirus, deal with them.
We have nearly made contact.”
“I herald your endless torment.”
Slay inquisitor Xirus
“The end is inevitable.”
“welcome the embrace of the twisting dark.”
“They will devour your flesh until nothing remains...”
“Kill them, you fools!
I will not be denied my destiny!”
Cinematic: KJ shows up “Welcome lord of flame!
Welcome, Kil jaeden!”
“You have done well, Akaari.
You have earned my blessing.
Azhir manari kirel.
Akim manari galar!”
Zap “The fangs...their power is beyond comprehension!
I am your humble servant, my lord!”
“It is time for your true test.
Use the fangs to dismantle Azeroth’s kingdoms from within.
Let their shattered husks pave our path to victory!”
“They will taste blood in your name!”
KJ poefs out again, time to kill Akaari Shadowgore and claim the blades.
“Let us finish this once and for all.
Do you feel the fangs bite withering the flesh from your very bones?
Mephistroth guide my hand!
I will not fail!”
“I have broken entire worlds from the inside out.
Azeroth will crumble.”
“No more games.”
“Join me...in the Nether...”
Pick up blades cinematic, I have the powerrrrrrrrrrrrr
“The citadel has begun a self-destruct sequence.
Make your way to the portal once you have the fangs!”
Ow my god, it’s gonne blooooooooow
“Ah you made it.
Well done!
Valeera said you would know where to meet her upon your return.
Not wise to keep her waiting.
Until our paths cross again.”
We may never know what compelled Akaari to sacrifice her free will in service to Sargeras.
But there can be no doubt that she served him well.
She embraced the intricacies of fear and knew how to strike it into the hearts of her victims.
When confronting those without fear, she skillfully eliminated them.
When terror became counterproductive, she learned how to kill without being noticed
at all.
These lessons were once employed by the Burning Legion.
Now they belong to its enemies.
Remember that Sargeras chose her carefully, making sure that Goremaw’s legacy would
not fall into the hands of the Legion’s enemies and that’s exactly what happen.
We will use the fangs of the dark titan’s favorite pet and wield them in the war against
the legion.
Only time will tell how Sargeras will respond, but that’s a tale for another time.
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