Hello everyone!
The Burning Legion has invaded Azeroth once again and the monks were hit hard at the peak
of serenity where we shut down their portal causing a massive explosion and we barely
made it out alive.
We’re appointed to be the new leader and take charge of the monks in the war against
the Legion and to aid us, 3 powerful artifacts are waiting to be obtained.
For the Brewmaster monks, it’s Fu Zan, the Wanderer's Companion.
From the beginning, this staff has accompanied legendary creatures and immortal spirits as
they carried out important, lasting work all across Azeroth.
If the legends are true, its powers will be essential to our cause and they believe that
the staff possessed by the Monkey King could be fabled Fu Zan, yet no one has seen him
with the weapon for over a year.
The Monkey King was last spotted at Tian Monastery so we quickly talk with Tak- Tak the hozen
kite master and fly out to have a chat with the monkey king.
“Wikket come to ask a thing?
What does you want from Monkey king?”
The hozen will not hand over the staff that easily and offers us 3 riddles which we must
solve or they would be riddles if we didn’t actually have markers on the map telling us
where we need to go to, kill some enemies and pick up some ingredients.
As we do that, lets dive into the history of this weapon and discover how it came into
the hands of the monkey king:
Long ago, Keeper Freya sculpted an ethereal plane of existence called the Emerald Dream,
to act as a guide for Azeroth's natural life.
She crafted and planted one tree near the powerful energy of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
It grew strong and tall, drinking deeply from the vale's resonant power.
More trees arose around it.
Lush forests, both in the Dream and in the waking world, sprang to life across the region.
Keeper Freya named the tree Fu Zan and shaped one of its branches into a walking stick for
her long journeys.
In the early days of Azeroth's revival, natural life flourished strongly in the enclaves where
the keeper Freya did her most intensive work.
A small number of exceptional wild animals grew far beyond expectations, showing such
remarkable power that they would soon be known as the Wild Gods.
Each of these beings had a different personality, but Freya noticed that four in particular
shared a deep commitment to peace and wisdom.
These four- a serpent, an ox, a crane, and a tiger- had gathered near the Vale of Eternal
Blossoms.
Freya knew their compassion would aid the region well and they would be called the August
Celestials by the inhabitants of Pandaria.
One day, Freya came to the celestials with concern in her heart.
There was a great darkness in the north, she told them, and she believed a confrontation
was near.
She gave them her staff for safekeeping.
""If I do not see you again, return this staff to Azeroth, to one of its children,"" she
said.
""Give it to someone who loathes battle and loves peace.""
Freya never returned.
Yu'lon, the Jade Serpent, vowed to keep the staff safe.
For thousands of years, even during the dark reign of the mogu empire, she did just that.
In the south, near the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, many new creatures arose, forming tribes,
villages, and even empires.
There were the jinyu, the pandaren, the hozen, and others.
Yu'lon suspected that, if Fu Zan would pass to one of these beings, it would go to a jinyu
or a pandaren.
Surely the hozen were too violent to be trusted with such a gift.
They were often selfish and shortsighted, unable to work together long enough to build
a proper civilization of their own.
But as time passed, Yu'lon questioned her assumptions.
There were different forms of wisdom and courage, were there not?
It was easy to see the short-lived, short-tempered hozen as troublemakers, but they lived full,
wild lives in the years they had.
Yu'lon felt Fu Zan begin to awaken.
It needed a new companion.
The Jade Serpent knew that soon she would honor Freya's wishes and allow a worthy mortal
to carry Fu Zan.
She was becoming certain that it needed to be given to a hozen.
""Give it to someone who loathes battle and loves peace.""
Freya's words became clear the moment Yu'lon laid eyes upon one exceptional hozen who called
himself the Monkey King.
Long ago, only a few years before the War of the Ancients, he had become the leader
of an ungovernable people.
He had risen to power without spilling a single drop of blood.
He was beloved by every hozen tribe.
How had he done this?
After all, hozen fought endlessly.
Constantly.
For the simplest reasons.
Any disagreement meant physical violence.
The Monkey King knew this.
So he told the hozen tribes, ""I am the Monkey King.
Your tribe supports me with all its heart."" That was all.
When a single hozen would question him, he would tell them that their tribe's leader
had already agreed to it.
No hozen wanted to challenge their leader on a whim- and be in a fight- so they declared,
""You are the Monkey King.""
When the tribe leaders learned his name, all of their subjects were already calling him
the Monkey King.
They were confused, but they did not want to fight their people, so they did not challenge
him either.
The Monkey King's wild claim, his lie, eventually became true because nobody dared to disagree
with it.
Soon tribal fighting had ceased.
The Monkey King passed judgment on all disputes and the hozen obeyed.
The Jade Serpent could see the Monkey King's motivation.
It was simple: he disliked the sight of blood.
At the most fundamental level, this was a creature who loathed battle and loved peace,
and from that, he had achieved what no other hozen ever had.
Yu'lon needed to know how deep the Monkey King's cleverness ran so she visited him in
disguise.
All the Monkey King saw was another hozen... but this one did not call him king or bow
before him.
He demanded that she show respect.
Instead, the newcomer asked him a riddle, telling him that a true king would have no
trouble answering it.
He snapped out the correct answer in seconds.
She gave him another.
He answered again.
On and on they went, for three days and three nights.
The Monkey King grew enraged, but even in his anger, he continued to answer her questions
and Yu'lon was convinced.
Violence and tyranny were not in the Monkey King's nature, or he would have tried to shut
her up with force long ago.
She revealed her true form-which caused considerable chaos in that hozen village-and presented
him with Fu Zan.
The Jade Serpent told him the story of Freya and how the staff had come to be.
Then she warned him: she sensed that, one day, his cleverness would not be enough to
stop evil.
When that day came, he would need to act decisively.
The Monkey King did not believe her.
But he did think the staff was very, very pretty.
With Fu Zan in his grasp, the Monkey King's authority over the hozen became absolute.
He could bend like a willow in the wind, avoiding any blow from a challenger to the throne.
The staff was as light as a feather, and yet anyone who tried to steal it found they could
not lift it an inch.
It was his; no one else was allowed to wield it.
But there was a serious problem with Fu Zan.
To look regal while carrying it, the Monkey King needed to use two hands.
That meant he had no free hand for his most prized possession, a small keg that he always
kept filled with brew.
An easy enough problem to solve.
The Monkey King had two metal bands added to the end of Fu Zan and hung his keg from
them.
Luckily, the staff was not permanently damaged.
Over time, the Monkey King became fast friends with a young pandaren prince named Shaohao.
The day of Shaohao's coronation, the new emperor learned that all of the land was at risk of
being destroyed by the Burning Legion's first invasion of Azeroth.
The Monkey King believed that Yu'lon's prophecy had come to pass: this was the day he needed
to face evil directly.
He declared that he would stay by Shaohao's side until the end.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans.
A great, ill wind roared from the east and carried the Monkey King far away.
He was blown into the lands of the mantid, all of his cleverness counted for nothing
there.
He was helpless, about to die at their hands, when Shaohao came to the rescue.
The Monkey King was enraged, but the mantid were not his enemy.
Shaohao reminded him that the Burning Legion was the true threat.
And in the end, it was not violence that saved the peoples of Pandaria.
Shaohao released his spirit to the land, shrouding it in mist and protecting it from the destruction
of the Sundering.
The Monkey King went home and hurled Fu Zan into a river in a fit of rage.
His friend had vanished, and the Monkey King had seemingly failed Yu'lon's prophecy.
Eventually he went to the river to retrieve the staff, but only because those waters were
sacred for a jinyu tribe, and they could not remove it themselves-it was too heavy.
It still belonged to the Monkey King.
After the Sundering, Pandaria was isolated from the rest of the world.
The emperor was gone.
There would never be another.
Some believed that all the other lands had been destroyed.
Others wanted to explore the world beyond the mists.
And a few wanted to claim Pandaria for themselves.
With force.
Not much has been written of this brief surge of would-be tyrants.
Very few of Pandaria's denizens were harmed by any of them.
Whether they were mogu warlords, fringe hozen tribes, or even brutal yaungol raiders, none
of them ever launched a true campaign of conquest.
Before they could, they were always approached by a mysterious hozen who would chatter endlessly
about a hidden cache of artifacts that had granted him untold power.
He could demonstrate miracles-no weapon could touch him, no matter how many combatants tried
to attack him.
It was very convincing.
These ambitious, greedy beings would eagerly follow the Monkey King's directions.
Sometimes they would walk off a cliff.
Sometimes they would find themselves ambushed by Shado-Pan.
In any case, their story always came to a quick end, and the Monkey King would stride
away, Fu Zan resting easily across his shoulders.
The Monkey King had never had such fun.
Turning evil beings into stumbling fools became his most cherished pastime for years.
He saw it as his way of honoring his old friend Shaohao, who now watched over the land but
could no longer protect Pandaria's peoples directly.
But just as Yu'lon had told him, his cleverness would one day not be enough to defeat evil.
A mogu despot called the Jade Warlord had followed the Monkey King's directions, traveling
deep into a tomb beneath Kun-Lai.
But rather than finding nothing--as the hozen had expected--the Jade Warlord found an ancient
cache of knowledge written by the Thunder King, Lei Shen.
In the warlord's hands, it would grant him terrible, awful power.
The Monkey King knew he had made a mistake... and as the ground began to shake, he knew
there was no time for anyone else to stop the mogu.
He took Fu Zan and went into the tomb to deal with the problem directly.
The Monkey King loathed violence.
He detested it.
But he also knew he was the only one who could oppose the Jade Warlord before it was too
late.
The two of them dueled beneath Kun-Lai for hours.
For years, Fu Zan had been an aid to the Monkey King's mischief-that proved to be excellent
practice for avoiding the powerful, lethal magic the mogu soon unleashed.
The Monkey King believed he would not leave the tomb alive that day.
Indeed, he did not.
But he was not killed.
The Jade Warlord had no command of his new power, and an errant spell did what neither
of them expected: it froze them both in jade.
They remained there, locked in battle, for almost ten thousand years, able to communicate
all the while.
That must have been a fate worse than death for the mogu.
Once the Monkey King was freed by adventurers, he traveled to the Timeless Isle and watched
as the August Celestials taught the champions of Azeroth lessons in strength, endurance,
courage, and wisdom.
After some time had passed, the Monkey King sensed that his travels with Fu Zan were nearing
their end.
So, he traveled to the temple of Yu'lon and passed the staff back into her care so that
one day it can again be given up to another who is worthy to wield it.
And that other is hopefully us as we’ve finished up with the monkey kings riddles
and are ready to put the collected materials to good use.
“Put the pot on the fire’s heart, then the wikket’s trial can start!”
“Get moving wikket.
Let the trial begin!
Making sweet hozen slerp is the way you can win!”
“The pot’s getting hotter.
Add a wee splash of water.
Looking good, you!
Smelling good, too!
That brew it smells a little plain.
Wikket, add a pinch more grain.
A- yup.
Thats the ticket.
Keep it up clever wikket!
The flavor’s improving, but it need strong scent, too.
Open the keg and add smely brew.
Good going wikket!
You know how to pick it!”
“Time for the wikket to add the next mixxin’.
Toss in a banana, that be the right fixin!”
“This hozen brew be just the thing!
It taste be fit for the monkey king!”
We do what monks do best, brew some beer, and the monkey king tells us that the staff
was a gift from the jade serpent and he returned it to her so if we want to own it, we’ll
have to ask the august celestial herself.
“Whatever happened to this place?
It put sad look on wikket’s face.”
“Help masters!
Demons are ransacking the temple!
The Jade Serpent fights the invaders inside while we hold the gate for survivers to escape.
Several scribes are missing and I fear the worst.
Please, help us!”
“Yu’lon strong as a mountain and quick as a bee, but even a mountain’s worn down
by the sea.
These walls right here look easy to climb!
Jade Serpent’s the one the king go to find.”
“We’re counting on you to rescue our scribes!”
Seems that Yu-lon is a little bit busy at the moment since the Legion has set their
eyes on the temple and are out in force.
We go around saving the lives of a couple of scribes, killing some demons and even defeat
Belphiar who was about to devour Priestess Summerpetal.
“mmmm another mind to feed upon:
Poor Lorewalker Stonestep did not have it easy the last few years, first his stories
came to life and now he lost his at the hands of Belphiar.
Priestess Summerpetal: “ugh...oh....my head!
Thank you, hero.
I would have been that monster’s next meal!”
“Oh, stonestep....Your sacrifice will not be in vain!”
“Hey wikket, come here!
Great danger is near!”
“Get moving wikket!
Yu’lon be in trouble.
Let’s get to her side and give aid on the double!
Ooo, that no look good!
Come, wikket, this way.
There’s greenies about, but we’ve no time to play.”
“I’m coming too!”
“You should not be here, little ones.
The Burning Legion’s attacks are relentless.
Even I suffered many wounds.”
“Jade serpent taught me: king do what king must.
We not gonna leave you.
There’s greenies to bust!”
“Prepare yourself, our foes are approaching!”
“Look out!
Greenies coming fast!
Grook’em!
Make this day their last!”
“Another group!
They can’t keep coming forever...can they?”
Together with the monkey king and priestess Summerpetal, we hold the line against wave
after wave of demonic forces until Yu-lon has regained her strength.
“I AM RENEWED!
Come little ones.
Let us put an end to this invasion!”
Lord Korithis: “Your mortal allies will not help you, little snake!
Your doom is at hand!”
“Heroes, your fight is with Korithis.
I’ll protect you from his winged monstrosity.”
“Bwahahaha so be it!
Come, mortals, your death awaits!”
We take on Lord Korithis as Hellfire rains down from the sky.
He tries to snuf out our lives with shadowstrikes and consecration on the ground, but in the
end the demon is no match for our combined might.
“This changes nothing...your world...will....burn!”
“You have learned well how to fight these creatures, but this will be only one of many
battles.
This is Fu Zan.
Take it.
May it shield you in the dark times ahead.”
Pick up weapon, I have the powerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
“Woohoo wikket, that’s the way!
Grooked the greenies, saved the day.
The weapon’s blessing don’t come free.
With courage face your destiny!”
“Fu Zan has chosen a new companion.
Great deeds and great trials await you, little one.
For now, you should return home to rest and prepare for what is to come.”
“As a token of my gratitude, allow me to see you home.”
And so brewmaster monks obtain Fu Zan, a walking stick for titankeeper Freya who made it into
the hands of an extrodenary hozen who always did his best to end conflict without spilling
a drop of blood.
He did his best to protect his people, most of all protect them from themselves and hopefully
in the hands of the monk, fu zan will offer the same protection against the forces of
the Legion.
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