“You want me to help you with what?” Keija sounded bemused, which was reassuring. Since encountering the Shas of Anger, Violence, and Hatred in Kun-Lai, the warrior had struggled to keep her temper under control. “Little sister, I could have forged you a perfectly serviceable new blade for that old hilt any time. All you had to do was ask.”

“Well, I did mean to ask you, but then I got kind of distracted…”

“Don’t we all! Let me have a look at that.”

Karaelia handed the hilt and blade of the broken prismatic sword to Keija, who studied them with an artisan blacksmith’s practiced eye.

“Hmm… These pieces are in surprisingly good condition, for being frozen in ice and banging around in the bottom of your bags for all those years… A dragonforged prismatic blade? Well, I guess I’ve seen enough replicas of Quel’Serrar — some of them better than others, to be sure — floating around… and the Titan techniques I’ve been learning at the Thunder Forge might come in handy… you’re sure those elves are sure we should be using saronite for this project? I never liked working with that stuff, even when I got decently good at it.”


Karaelia tanked, Kaohana healed, and Keija, Kaelinda, and Kregga made sure that things got dead and stayed dead. Kaelinda had come along because of her scholarly interest in the hilt, and Kregga had come because a Death Knight’s skills might be needed when dealing with the remaining minions of the Lich King. They encountered very little resistance, however, as they made their way through the Pit of Saron to the domain of the Lich King’s Forgemaster.

“Watch my back,” Keija warned, “and be patient, now. This will probably take a few hours.”

It did, but she’d said that several times as they were assembling supplies for the expedition, and they were prepared.

Keija muttered and grumbled and sometimes complained very loudly about how much she hated working with saronite and occasionally cursed at the material and the arrangements of the Scourge forge. Partway through, she called Kaelinda over to come help with keeping the enchantments on the blade stable while she manipulated the metal.

The reforging was approaching completion when they all heard the Lich King’s voice in their minds.

What is this noise that awakens me from my slumber? Ah, you have found Lana’thel’s precious sword. You are bold to try to reclaim this prize!

The Lich King began sending waves of minions at them, first ghouls, then other assorted types of undead creatures, then finally bonewyrms. Karaelia, Kregga, and Kaohana held them off while Keija and Kaelinda continued working on the sword.

Finally Keija announced, “It is done!”

Very well, the Lich King rumbled, Take it and begone. The next one who attempts to steal one of my treasures will not be so fortunate.


“You have remade the blade of Quel’Delar in defiance of Blood Queen Lana’thel’s pronouncement!” Magister Sunblaze crowed as they emerged, exhausted, from the Pit of Saron. “Now the blade must be tempered before you can show the complete folly of her words.”

“Well, duh,” Keija grumbled quietly, sounding more surly than Karaelia had heard for a long time, even in Pandaria. “That jagged saronite edge is brittle and will shatter the moment it strikes anything. What do you suggest, oh great Magister?”

“In the Forge of Souls there is a Crucible which should be suitable,” Magister Sunblaze responded, genteely ignoring Keija’s sour tone.

“Hmph,” growled Keija, “I guess that figures, for saronite.”


Karaelia could feel the Lich King at the back of her mind, watching them, but no obstacles were thrown in their way as they fought through the anguished spirits in the Forge of Souls to the Crucible of Souls.

The Crucible — an incongrously brilliantly glowing object in the dark, oppressive halls of Icecrown Citadel — sputtered, flickered, and hissed as Keija plunged the blade into it, pulled it out, hammered at it here and there, and then plunged it in again, several times until she was satisfied with the quality of the edge.

“This is the best work I’ve ever done in saronite,” Keija said at last. “It better be good enough for that elf.”


“This is exquisite!” said Magister Sunblaze admiringly, holding the tempered blade aloft and watching the play of light upon its surface. “But..” his face clouded, “tempering the blade should have restored it. Why hasn’t it worked?”

“I don’t mean physically restored,” he added swiftly, seeing Keija’s face darken and her fists clench, “the physical restoration you have done is perfection itself! I mean, er, magically restored. It feels to me as if it sits quietly in its sheath, little different from a mundane blade.”

“Really?” said Karaelia. “As I carried it back here, after we tempered it, I felt it… pulling on me. It felt almost as if the sword itself possessed a will. You don’t feel that?”

“That’s what you get for remaking it with saronite,” Keija muttered.

“No…” said the Magister slowly, “…I don’t. But if it is pulling on you, as you say… Dare you bring it where it wishes to go?”

“It is not right,” Kaelinda said thoughtfully, “that the sword should be this silent for you,” she nodded toward Magister Sunblaze, ” and yet this insistent for you.” She nodded toward Karaelia. “If we do not take it to its destination, though, we will never learn why. But where is it wanting to go?”

“We are in the Lich King’s citadel, and he called this sword one of his prizes,” Kregga put in. “I say we take it to the Halls of Reflection, to the room where Arthas kept Frostmourne, and see if the lingering resonances of that shattered blade in that room call forth a response from this blade.”

Karaelia took the sword back from Magister Sunblaze and studied how it felt as she hefted it. It seemed to be pulsing with darkness. “Yes,” she agreed, “that does seem to be the direction in which it is pulling me.”


Cautiously, Karaelia and the others approached Sword’s Rest. They were still several yards away when a spectre of Uther Lightbringer appeared.

“Halt!” the spectre commanded, “Do not carry that blade any further! Do you realize what you’ve done?”

In the presence of the shards of Frostmourne, Quel’Delar leapt out of Karaelia’s hands, whirled away, and then turned to attack her!

Reflexively, Karaelia brought her shield around and bashed at the renegade weapon. Her friends unleashed equally reflexive attacks, and the blade clattered to the ground as if it were a person who had been knocked unconscious.

“You have forged this blade from saronite,” the spectre of Uther chided, “the very blood of an Old God. The power of the Lich King calls to this weapon.”

“I told you I thought that using saronite to reforge the blade was a bad idea at the beginning, right?” Keija whispered loudly.

“Each moment you tarry here,” the spectre continued, “Quel’Delar drinks in the evil of this place. There is only one way to cleanse this sword. Make haste to the Sunwell and immerse the blade in its waters.” The spectre faded away.

“The Sunwell!” Kaelinda exclaimed. “How can we know that doing this will not defile the Sunwell again?”


“How can evil take root in such a sword?” Magister Sunblaze gasped, shocked, when they told him what had happened in the Halls of Reflection.

Keija rolled her eyes. “Uther told us, and I was telling you all along, that it was the saronite that did it. We should have taken it to the Thunder Forge and used lightning steel instead.” Her mood seemed to be improving, thankfully.

“I would not have thought it possible if the evidence weren’t here before my eyes,” Magister Sunblaze continued, ignoring Keija. “If the greatest of dragonkind’s creations could be corrupted and turned against them, why not a mere sword?” He shook his head wonderingly.

“I believe Uther is right,” he said decisively. “Trust in Uther’s words when he says that you will not always be able to control the blade while it is subject to the evil of the Lich King’s influence. You must heed his advice quickly, and take Quel’Delar to the Sunwell as quickly as possible. With Regent-Lord Theron in Pandaria, you will need to gain admission from the Ranger General, Halduron Brightwing.”


Note: the appearance of the Lich King in this part of the story is not part of the original questline. It is inspired, rather, by the role of the Lich King in certain Legion Artifact weapon questlines that take place in Icecrown Citadel.

Karaelia looked over Magister Sunblaze’s shoulder as he leafed through the heavy book.

“Those symbols on the blade seemed familar,” he mused, “and now there’s little wonder why. The wonder is that I didn’t recognize this sooner! This is certainly a dragon blade, gifted to one of the mortal races, but which blade is this, and how did it come to rest in Icecrown?”

(The rest of this part of the story is very image-heavy, being told through screenshots of the event that happens next in the questline, so I have put it behind a cut) Continue Reading »

Karaelia caught a kite out to the Shado-Pan Garrison, then took the portal to the Isle of Thunder. She found Magister Hathorel discussing a long-term plan for continuing surveillance and suppression of the Mogu and Zandalari Trolls with Regent-Lord Theron, his other advisors, and the Shado-Pan liason, Taoshi. While she waited for the meeting to finish, she occupied herself with the mopping-up effort at the Court of Bones. When she returned to Sunreaver Promontory, Magister Hathorel was available to speak with her. She showed him the hilt and explained that Alexstraza had suggested that she ask him about the whereabouts of a book about the prismatic blades.

“Ah, that was wise of our dear Dragon Queen,” said Hathorel. “Without that book from Krasus, we stand little chance of solving the mystery of this sword or unlocking its power. Unfortunately, last I knew, the book you seek was in the posession of the Silver Covenant,” he sneered, “a fellow by the name of Arcanist Tybalin.”

Hathorel paused for a moment, then continued, looking thoughtful. “What we need is a way to get you into the Silver Enclave… Ah — ” he held up a finger — “I know what you’re thinking. How can you get into the Silver Enclave if you can’t even get into the city? Fortuitously, the solution to the one problem is also the solution to the other. After Lady Proudmoore had her tantrum, there were many citizens of Dalaran who felt uncomfortable with her actions. The most disaffected among them moved out of Dalaran proper and set up an expatriate community in the Kaldorei ruins at Violet Stand, down in Crystalsong Forest.

“One of those who left was the laundryman, Shandy Glossgleam. I’ve helped him serveral times in the past, and he owes me a few favors. He still handles laundry for a wide variety of people in the city, so I suspect that if you visit him at his new establishment, he might find a way to ‘lend’ you a Silver Convenant tabard for a while. Bring it to me, and I will imbue it with an illusion that will take care of the rest.”


Karaelia was neither surprised nor offended when Mr Glossgleam asked her to help him with his current load of laundry in exchange for the loan of the tabard.

Magister Hathorel met her at one of the taverns in “Little Dalaran”.

Hathorel cast a spell on the tabard, then instructed her to put it on, saying, “This enchantment should allow you to slip past the Silver Enclave’s defenses for a short period of time. You should have just enough time to find your way up to the top level of the Silver Enclave and meet with Arcanist Tybalin in his study there, convince him to give you the book, and return to me, here, before it expires.”


Karaelia hadn’t been quite sure what she’d say to Arcanist Tybalin, but when she found him, he seemed to be expecting her… or at least the Silver Covenant messenger whose appearance Hathorel had given her.

“There you are!” Tybalin greeted her, sounding relieved. “I was beginning to think the Sunreavers had intercepted you.”

Karaelia startled, unable to suppress her astonishment.

“Oh,” the Arcanist said, “no-one told you what this urgent assignment was? I’m so sorry. I’ve received word that the Sunreavers have finally gotten a lead on that mysterious object embedded in the ice up by the Tournament grounds — and by following their activities since then, I think I know exactly what that lead is! Many years ago, Krasus entrusted me with one of the last remaining copies of Ancient Dragonforged Blades. Why didn’t I realize that this book could have been related to that mystery sooner? But no matter, here is the book. You must ensure it gets to Caladis Brightspear in Icecrown before the Sunreavers realize what is happening! Travel quickly! The Sunreavers will not waste any time once they realize we have the information they seek.”

Indeed, Karelia thought, doing her best to keep her thoughts from showing on her face, the Sunreavers are two steps ahead of you in this game.


Karelia could feel the enchantment on the tabard beginning to fray as she hurried to the teleport crystal that would take her back down to Little Dalaran. It was still holding, but just barely, when she returned to the tavern.

“We must get this book to Myralion Sunblaze,” said Hathorel. “Will you bring it to him?”

Karaelia assured him that she would and thanked him for his assistance.

“A pleasure,” Hathorel responded, bowing in that Sin’dorei mannerism that Karaelia was never sure whether to interpret as sincere or ironic. “Especially if it helps to keep a powerful artifact out of the hands of the Silver Covenant. Speaking of which, now I must return to my duties keeping the Silver Covenant at bay on the Isle of Thunder…” He incanted a teleportation spell and vanished.

The scratched and dented hilt had once belonged to an ancient sword. It had lain at the bottom of Karaelia’s bags for so long that she’d almost forgotten that it was there. Now, as she sorted and tidied her posessions in preparation for joining Archmage Khadgar’s assault on the altered Dark Portal, she found herself pondering whether to continue to keep it, or to discard it along with the pile of items she no longer needed.

She felt reluctant to just throw it away because Kamalia had given it to her years ago, in the waning months of the campaign in Northrend, as a sort of Winter Veil gift.
Ronada found this while she was helping to clear the fortifications at the base of Icecrown Citadel, Kamalia had said, but neither she nor I can use this sort of weapon. I sense a lingering whisper of power in it, though it does not feel much like the elements. It feels more like… An’she, perhaps. Your friends, the… what do they call themselves? Sunwalkers? might be able to help you reawaken the power in this weapon and reforge an appropriate blade for it.

But Karaelia had been too shy to show the battered hilt to Aponi Brightmane or Dezco Dawnchaser, and then the Cataclysm had come. The hilt had slipped into the depths of her bags and she had become too involved in many things to think of doing anything with it.

Now, as she weighed the broken weapon in the palm of her hand, really looking at it for what felt like the first time, she observed that the design seemed vaguely elvish — though she was not quite sure whether it was more Kaldorei or Sin’dorei in style.

Karaelia left the farmhouse and rode around the bend of the Halfhill Road to the stead where Kamalia’s Sin’dorei friends lived. As she approached the gate, the copper-haired Mage, Kaelinda, looked up from the Imperial Silkworms she was tending.

“Yes?” she inquired.

Karaelia handed the Mage the ancient hilt and awkwardly explained how she’d gotten it. Kaelinda examined it with an expression of mildly detatched curiosity for a minute or two. Then one eyebrow shot upward and she summoned a book — and then another, and another, and another — from inside her house with a snap of her fingers. The pages fluttered as she flicked through them, muttering inaudibly. Finally, she looked back up at Karaelia.

“You’re a Crusader, aren’t you? You spent how long at the Argent Tournament, even though the place is horridly obsolete, and never once thought to show this to the Sunreavers?”

“I’d kind of forgotten about it,” Karaelia admitted, “and when I did think of it, I wasn’t sure they’d really be all that interested in an old broken sword. I decided that maybe I would just ask Keija to forge a new blade for it, and then Pandaria was discovered and I never got around to doing that, either…”

“My dear, if I am not mistaken, this ‘old broken sword’ is The Reason why the Sunreavers are still up there in that frigid wasteland, enduring Fordring’s absurdities, after all this time since the Lich King was slain. Whether they realize it or not, they have been searching for this very artifact in the detritus of that awful fortress, and hoping that if they didn’t find it themselves, then whomever else might find it would bring it to them — and your sister gave it to you as a Winter Veil present! Tauren!” Kaelinda shook her head.
“Go, now, to the Argent Tournament and show this to Myralion Sunblaze. I assure you that he will be very interested indeed.”


Karaelia donned her Argent Crusade livery and pressed the sigils embroidered near the hem of the tabard to activate the Hearth spell embedded in it.

Myralion Sunblaze was not in the Sunreavers’ pavillion. “He’s down the hill arguing with those Silver Covenant idiots about some thing the Explorer’s League found in the ice”, Girana the Blooded replied when Karaelia inquired. “They can’t seem to get it out of the ice, and they can’t quite figure out what it is, so they’ve been arguing about it every day for years,” Girana added, rolling her eyes. “If you think you can help them solve the mystery, Light help you!”

To Karaelia’s great surprise, Magister Sunblaze did not seem to recognize the hilt.

This came from the citadel?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “What was it doing there? This blade is certainly not of Scourge manufacture.” His tone turned curious and musing as he examined the broken weapon. “There’s no mistaking it – this hilt comes from a powerful, ancient weapon, but which one? I do not recognize these particular markings, but we haven’t hit a dead end yet.” He directed Karaelia to take it to the dragons at Wyrmrest Temple.

When Karaelia arrived at Wyrmrest Temple, she found Alexstrasza and Kalecgos sitting atop the ruined summit in their dragon forms, staring moodily out toward the southern shore, their backs turned to the defiled landscape of the Dragonblight. As she approached, they shifted into their humanoid forms, leaving room for her Argent Hippogryph to land.

“What brings you here, my child?” asked Alexstrasza.

Karaelia handed the Dragon Queen the hilt, and her eyes lit up. “Look at this, Kalec!” she said. “Karaelia may have found the remains of a prismatic blade!”

“Really?” said Kalec, seeming excited. Then he flinched, as if someone had elbowed him in the side, and his tone changed. “Are you certain you should help, er, these mortals” — his eyes shifted to the side and his eyebrows tightened into a minute glare, as if he was saying something different than what someone else wanted him to say — “with this quest?”

Karaelia looked around, wondering who or what was bothering Kalec. She saw a faint shimmer in the air beside him, and her hand went to the pommel of her sword.

“These blades…” Kalec continued, “they were made long ago when things were… different. Our enemies once turned our strongest weapons against us. What makes you think the prismatic blades will be any different?” He relaxed a little, as if the invisible person beside him had also relaxed a bit.

“Mortal champions have long used these weapons to combat evil,” Alexstrasza replied. Her eyes narrowed as she looked just to the side of Kalec. “I see no reason to keep the swords from this honorable champion.”

“There is a book that you may find helpful,” said Alexstrasza. “It was once in the posession of my consort, Korialstraz, also known as Krasus. He had lent it out to a colleague in Dalaran at the time when…” her voice trailed off and her gaze became distant. After a few seconds, she recollected herself. “I believe the book is still in Dalaran, but after recent events there–” again she narrowed her eyes in the direction of Kalec’s side “–I am not sure who might have it. The best person for you to ask would probably be Magister Hathorel. I understand that he is with Regent-Lord Theron in Pandaria at present.”

Karaelia thanked Alexstrasza and Kalec for their help and activated her Hearthstone. As the teleportation spell began to take hold, she saw Jaina Proudmoore appear at Kalec’s side. Karaelia realized that Jaina must have been sitting with the dragons and turned herself invisible as she approached.

“How can you allow this — this Horde to continue to pursue one of the prismatic blades?” Jaina accosted Kalec and Alexstrasza furiously.

But Karaelia did not hear how the dragons responded, because Wyrmrest Temple faded away and her Halfhill farmhouse materialized around her.


I bought a Battered Hilt on the AH near the beginning of Cataclysm. At the time, it was one of the most expensive AH purchases I had ever made. I put it in my bank until I got my Paladin leveled. Even after I got my Paladin leveled, which didn’t happen until mid-Mists, I didn’t do the questline right away.
I finally got around to doing the questline in February of 2015, just before I took my Paladin to Draenor. Thus, I chose to set the story of Karaelia’s experience with Quel’Delar near the end of Mists in the overall timeline. Accounting for the death of Krasus shortly before the Dragon Soul raid and the Purge of Dalaran during the Pandarian campaign necessarily required a certain amount of reworking of the story from how the actual in-game questline goes.
I wrote the first segment of the story around the same time that I did the questline. Then I dawdled over writing up the rest of it until it occurred to me that perhaps I ought to get this story written and posted before doing and writing a story about another major lore questchain.

ala carte

Kamalia ticked over 100 different World Quests for Variety is the Spice of Life this week. Although I’ve finished Variety is the Spice of Life, I’ll continue to try to do World Quests that I haven’t done before. Kamalia also hit Revered with Court of Farondis, earning her Order Hall boots, and reached 100,000 AP (divided between three Artifacts), earning her Order Hall belt. For some reason I haven’t yet managed to get Black Rook Hold when running a random daily Heroic; I’ve been thinking about queueing deliberately for it just to finish off getting the Order Hall pants. That will only leave the shoulders from the Order Hall set… and getting to Exalted with Suramar will be a long haul.

I’ve been enjoying the World Quest system very much, even with the frequent repetition of some of the quests… will the Rivermane ever get those grubs out of their garden? That quest, like many of the World Quests, is a repeat of a quest I did while I was leveling. That’s okay — it seems to be the more whimsical and fun leveling quests that are getting repeated as World Quests — though I haven’t yet seen a return to The Chair of Bossing Around. There have been enough World Quests that aren’t quests I did while leveling to keep things interesting and novel, too.

Despite their limited variety, the Kirin Tor quests are some of my favorites; over the course of the three days when they’re up, I will do them all, not just the four I need to do to complete the Emissary quest on the first day. The Ley Race is just fun, and even when I’ve lost the path of the ley nodes, I haven’t yet managed to get far enough away that I get dismounted (I haven’t actively tried to do that, though). For me, the Enigma patterns are simple enough that I haven’t felt the need to resort to graph paper… I’ve occasionally wished that there were some harder ones that would send me running for some graph paper😛 The hardest one, for me, is the flying bubbles because of the 3D movement and the difficulty of seeing exactly where my character is relative to the center of the bubble in 3D space. The flying bubbles at the bridge in Suramar was the hardest the first time I did it because it took me quite a while to figure out that to get into the first bubble of the chain, I have to drop down out of the bubble that the mage is in. Once I figured that out, though, the path is so short that I now find it easier than the one at Nar’thalas Academy. Plus, rep-of-my-choice is awesome. I’ve been always choosing Suramar, with the result that I am now a little under halfway through Honored with Suramar despite not even having managed to talk to Oculeth in the main story questline yet.

At the moment, if I do additional World Quests beyond the four for the faction-of-the-day, I’m prioritizing Artifact Power. I’d really like to get Sharas’dal fully powered up, and I’d like to pick up a second gold trait for the Fist of Ra-den and the Doomhammer, too. After Artifact Power, I’ll look for quests that reward relics. If it’s a life or frost relic, I’m hoping that it will proc upgraded ilevel for Sharas’dal. I don’t yet have relics for all of the sockets in the Fist of Ra-den and the Doomhammer. Occasionally I try doing World Quests as Elemental or Enhancement — but I always end up feeling so squishy that I go back to Resto (that trend makes me a little nervous to think about doing World Quests with a character who doesn’t have a healing spec). I’d like to get to the point where I feel comfortable doing World Quests — or even dungeon DPS — with my DPS specs.

Meanwhile, at my Order Hall mission table, I’m currently prioritizing Champion ilevel upgrade tokens because I want to have my best Champions ready to investigate Karazhan when Patch 7.1 arrives! My second priority for Champion missions is Artifact Power. I haven’t done any Champion missions that bring back quest-starter items for dungeons or raids yet.

Despite how much Kamalia still has to do, though, I’m starting to want to play alts, too. My Mage is out of Order Resources and needs to do some more questing in Azsuna. She’s almost to level 102 and being able to get her other two Artifacts. My Demon Hunter needs to start questing in Azsuna so that she can reach level 101 and complete the establishment of her Order Hall by recruiting her first two Champions and sending them on the missions to rescue her Troop Recruiter and Order Hall Upgrade people. And then there’s all the rest who are still twiddling their thumbs in their Garrisons on Draenor…

Because I tend to spend Sunday afternoon and evening doing Transmogrification photo shoots, picture processing, and posting to character outfit pages, I might as well make a general post the same day of any outfits that aren’t part of some themed Transmogrification collection that I’m working on.

Sunstrider’s Knowledge

Crown of Endless Knowledge, Shoulderpads of Knowledge’s Pursuit, Scarlet Sin’dorei Robes, Black Belt of Knowledge, Exiled Dabbler’s Gloves, (any black boots), Felo’melorn, Talisman of the Sun King
I’m sure I will make a variety of fire-themed kits to go with Felo’melorn as Legion progresses, but it seemed appropriate to have the first kit I made to wear with it be Sunstrider-themed.

China Plate

Imbued Plate Pauldrons, Icebane Chestguard & Treads, Acherus Knight’s Girdle, Cobalt Legguards*, Warsong Gauntlets*, Rage-Possessed Greatsword
I’m rather fond of a monochromatic blue color scheme. The idea for this kit began years ago as a couple of RP-only outfits that combined items from the mail Outrunner’s and Sundered sets.

I was inspired to revisit the concept when I discovered that I had in my Appearances collection these mail-converted-to-plate gloves and pants (no longer available, alas) in the Outrunner’s style.

If any of you, my dear readers, have kits that you’d like to share, I’d be happy to add you to the show! Just email me your picture(s), along with a list of the items in the outfit. I don’t regularly check my blog email, though, so if you’ve sent me an outfit, please make a comment on the most recent Sunday Mog Show post so that I know to check my blog email for your contribution.


Kaelinda dinged 101 from the Old Dalaran and Thunder Bluff Fishing dailies today.

It was high time, therefore, that she go to the Broken Isles.

The Mage Order Hall introduction and the Felo’melorn acquisition questlines were awesome — and I just breezed right through them in Fire spec.

The Hall of the Guardian is breathtaking. I am so excited to keep playing with Kaelinda and find out how the rest of the Mage Campaign goes!

Being a Mage, and thus able to hop from continent to continent with ease, she’ll keep doing those Old Dalaran and Thunder Bluff Fishing dalies — she hasn’t gotten that Jeweled Fishing Pole yet.