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The Burning Legion has invaded azeroth once again and druids are able to pick up 4 different
artifacts to empower them in this war.
The Fangs of Ashamane are kept the strongest feral druid in the world.
We’re told that the Fangs are at a great shrine that was built in her honor within
Val'sharah guarded by the Ashen so we ride out to see if we can convince them to allow
their precious artifact to be used in combat.
Verstok Darkbough:“I told you the shrine isn’t safe!
Look at what your stubborness has caused!
Delandros Shimmermoon: Now is not the time for this, Verstok!
We must tend to our wounded.
If the ward protecting the Fangs fails, we’ll have more to worry about than a few cuts and
bruises.
I’ll guard the weapon even if you won’t.”
As we fly in we find out that the Legion is already attacking and the Ashen could use
our aid.
Delandros doesn’t even have the time to hear why we came and asks of us to rescue
a few of his followers that are being tormented and collect a few Tel’andu seeds.
These are required to renew the wards protecting the fangs since they’ve been active for
10.000 years now and have weakend over time.
Now the history of Ashamane, similar to Ursoc, goes back to the time where keeper Freya was
roaming the world and seeding it with life.
She created lush enclaves all across Azeroth that gave rise to countless animals and on
occasion, extraordinary creatures captured Freya's attention.
One day, she found a wolf pack that had killed a panther and was trying to finish off her
lone surviving cub.
Though the wolves had wounded the tiny creature, she still fought fiercely, swiping viciously
with her claws at the bigger predators.
Freya was astonished to see that, before long, the wolves were actually driven away, unwilling
to suffer further injuries for their meal.
When Freya picked up the cub, the keeper endured a flurry of small scratches for her trouble.
That did not anger her.
Quite the contrary.
Delighted by the creatures's unrelenting wildness, the keeper healed the cub's injuries and named
her Ashamane, for the color of her striking black fur.
Over the years, Ashamane grew into a massive panther.
No wolf pack dared to hunt her now and yet the panther did not fall to the desire for
vengeance.
She could have easily stalked and killed every wolf in her valley but she didn’t.
Her wild nature made her understand that predators hunt prey.
The wolves never had it in for Ashamane, they were simply hungry and she did not hold it
against them.
She did enjoy toying with them as she would sneak up on the pack that attacked her and
wake them from their sleep with an earth shattering roar, sending them fleeing into the forest.
Like Ashame and Ursoc and Ursol, there were more powerful iconic creatures who seemed
to live a different existence than the rest of nature and mortals would soon refer to
them as Loa, Demi-Gods or the most recent term...Wild Gods.
Stories of a giant, majestic panther spread amongst the troll culture and some honored
her as one of their loa while others craved the glory that would come from bringing down
such a magnificant being.
Ashamane was delighted by this.
No matter how clever they were, no matter how silent they moved or how true their aim,
they all returned to their tribed empty-handed, the sound of her roar still ringing in their
ears, and the sight of her fangs forever haunting their dreams.
She did not take their lives.
They understood their place in the wilds when she was done with them and that was enough.
Titan keeper Freya loved the Wild Gods and many of them joined her on her travels as
she continued to roam the land but Ashamane was unwilling to tie herself down to Freya’s
will.
She observed them from afar and Freya understood, smiling when she saw Ashamane’s glowing
eyes, yet no matter what Ashamane thought for herself, there would always be a connection
between her and the keeper.
There was another realm, a wild, untouched place called the Emerald Dream which Freya
had used to seed life all across Azeroth and thus, the Wild Gods were bound to it.
Eventually Ashamane came to Mount Hyjal to experience the Dream for herself, and she
was immediately taken with this thriving vision of an untamed world.
The panther made her home on the western slopes of the Well of Eternity, exploring its mysteries
and power.
For a time life was good and then the war of the ancients took place.
The Wild Gods answered the call of war and fought against the Legion.
For Ashamane, her duty was clear.
She rushed into battle with the Burning Legion without hesitation.
A new predator had come into her world and she was glad to hunt it.
An army of demons was preparing to lay siege to Suramar.
Ashamane faced it alone.
She had never visited the forests near Val'sharah before, but that did not matter.
They were the wilds, and thus, they were her home.
She ripped through the demons' ranks and then disappeared back into the trees.
She crept along the high branches and dove down upon the Legion commanders.
She was a terror, a fearsome beast, and she held nothing back, offering no mercy.
It was a slaugther.
And yet even a Wild God could not avoid injury at the Burning Legion's hands.
Scorched by fel fire and poisoned by their tainted weapons, Ashamane fought on, thinning
their ranks until their leader was forced to face her himself.
That had been her plan all along.
It was one of the laws of survival: the pack was not defeated until its leader's throat
was between her jaws.
This is far as the story goes described within the tome of the ancients that you can find
on WoWpedia.
Now i’m not sure if that’s because nobody was able to get enough research done to complete
the story or because this is where the story end and the final battle is not described
in full details.
We know that Ashamane fell during the war of the ancients by the hands of the legion’s
leader.
Sargeras never made it on to azeroth, so I imagine that they’re talking about Archimonde
who was leading the demonic forces.
That means that he did not only break Malorne’s neck, he also took out Ashamane.
Either way, we’re here to collect her claws and after helping out Delandros, we inform
him about what we actually came here to do.
If we would have told him this right at the start, he would have told us to go away but
we did help them and he’s an elf of his word.
“CInematic” Well done!
Now we can begin our counter attack “Laser beam ready for attack”
By the light of Elune!
What happened to the shrine.
Verstok was at the shrine.
Find out what’s going on up there.
I’ll meet up with you as soon as I can.
Cinematic Algromon: Your pathetic barriers mean nothing
to the legion.
The blades are mine.
I’ll never let Ashamane’s fangs fall to your kind.
Take a good look, brute.
You’ll never see the fangs again.
Insolent mortal!
We will hunt you down!
You only delay the inevitable.
The pitlord Algromon nearly got his hands on the claws, but Verstok jumped in and kept
them safe.
It’s good that he did, but Delandros fears he’s going to get himself killed so after
bringing down Algromon, we jump on Ebonfang and follow Verstok’s smell.
“Can you hear me through this thing?
You should be near verstok’s location by now.
My foolish protege was in such a rush to escape the Shrine, I’ll wager he failed to mask
his scent.
Shift into cat form and you’ll likely detect it.”
“Careful!
The ruins are infetecd by withered, pitiful creatures with an unending hunger for the
arcane.
The power of the Fangs might have lured some to Verstok’s trail.”
Withered live for nothing but getting their next mana fix which we can use to our advantage
as we shoot some mana towards the door which causes the withered to be attracked to it
and knock it down.
“I see you!
You may look like a druid, but I can tell you’re a demon in disguise.
I won’t fall for your trick.
You’ll never get the Fangs from me!”
“Has Vestok gone mad?
Wielding the Fangs enhances one’s senses, but I’m afraid it also heigtened his paranoia.
You must get the Fangs away from Verstok.
The longer they remain in his possession, the greater his delusion becomes.”
Jump on platform, jump over gate
“Leave,demon!
Begone!
Why won’t you just GO AWAY?!
You won’t leave?
Very well, I’ll end this chase myself!
The fangs are mine.
MINE!”
We must make Verstok see reason and take those claws away from him, but he’s unwilling
to listen and keeps on running away.
“No!
I’ll never submit!”
”Argh!
What is this?
Release me at once!”
”Webmistress Shinaris: Look what fell intomy web!
Tonight I shall feast!
” ”What on Azeroth was that!?
Be careful.
”
“Cinematic: Stick around...it’s meal time!
What’s this?
Another intruder approaches!
Webmistresss Shinarisssss-“
Webmistress Shinaris has taken Verstok captive and is ready to devour him for her next meal.
Naturally we can’t let this happen so after a fierce battle with the Fal’dorei we bring
the spider down and save Verstok’s life.
“Ahh Freedom!
I thought I was going to be spider food ! I wanted to protect the Fangs, but was soon
overwhelmed.
You’ve proven yourself far more capable as their protector.
Please, take them.”
Cinematic – THe Fangs of Ashamane”
And with that we’ve proven ourselves worthy of wielding the fangs of ashamane into battle.
The spirit of the panther that was unwilling to give up, even when the odds were stacked
against her.
Unwilling to surrender, even in the face of the legion’s leader, her legacy empowers
the feral druid as they go on their adventures within the broken isles.
However, those are a story for another day so for now thank you very much for watching
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