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The Wound in the World

January 23, 2018 by kamaliaetalia

Kamalia barely had time to notice the ground heaving underneath her, throwing her off of her feet, before the pain overtook her. White-hot, blinding, like a blade had been shoved through her — worse, so much worse than when Garrosh had dumped the Heart of Y’Shaarj into the pools of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms — it consumed all her senses. Dimly, she heard herself screaming. Dimly, she felt herself rolling across the hard rock floor of the Heart of Azeroth as the ground continued to quake violently.

After some unknown interval, the quaking and the pain began to subside.

A hand was gently shaking her shoulder. A voice was calling, “Farseer? Farseer?”
A woman’s voice with a foreign inflection, repeating “Farseer, can you hear me?”
A Draenei’s voice… Earthcaller Yevaa.

Kamalia opened her eyes and looked up at Yevaa. Slowly, she uncurled herself from the fetal ball she had been lying in and, gratefully accepting Yevaa’s proffered hand, rose on trembling legs. She didn’t notice until she was fully standing that she had one hand pressed to her side as if covering a wound. Looking down, she half expected to see her hand and armor caked with blood, and fresh blood still oozing around her fingers. But she was only muddy and scraped and scratched from sliding across the floor, and no blood rushed forth as she tentatively pulled her hand away from her side.

“The Earthmother,” Kamalia gasped, “The Earthmother suffers. She is — ” the phantom wound in her side throbbed as the floor quivered with another small earthquake “– she is wounded.”

Yevaa was looking at her with complete incomprehension, and Kamalia realized that she had been speaking in Taurahe.

“The Earthmother is wounded,” Kamalia repeated, this time in Common.

Other members of the Earthen Ring were gathering around Kamalia and Yevaa. All were trembling and shaky from the earthquakes, but some, including Muln Earthfury, Stormcaller Mylra, and a few others, seemed weaker than the rest.

“You are the last to recover, young Farseer,” said Magatha Grimtotem. “For a while there, I wasn’t sure if you were going to wake up again. Your contact with those Artifacts seems to have given you a deeper attunement to the Earthmother than the rest of us.” Her tone held a slightly mocking note, as if she thought that what she had just said was what others might say about Kamalia’s collapse — but she herself merely thought Kamalia to be weak.

“Was I…?” Kamalia began.

“You were not the only one to be totally overcome,” grunted Muln. “I was also, and Mylra, and others. The Earthmother is wounded, certainly gravely. We must find where, and do all we can to save her. If we can save her?” There was a hint of a question in the senior Farseer’s voice, and he looked toward Nobundo and Aggra.

Nobundo shook his head. “I feel that this world is in distress and terror, but I do not think I felt what you felt, my friends. As for your question… I cannot answer that. We were just learning to become Shaman when Ner’zhul’s portals began to tear Draenor apart, and Draenor was not host to a world-soul. I did not know enough then to be able to compare what I felt from Draenor’s elements, then, to what I feel from Azeroth’s elements, now.”

“I was only a child, and had not yet begun my training, when my world broke,” said Aggra. “When my teacher told me about it, she said that she felt the elements’ distress and knew that the world was falling to pieces, but she didn’t describe being physically affected in the way that you were just now. And I… I can feel that this world is now in terrible pain. Greater pain, deeper pain than the surface burns and scars inflicted by the Legion on the Broken Isles. But I do not know if it will be fatal.” She nodded toward Muln. “We must find the place, and go there, and do all we can to prevent it from being fatal.”

There was a sudden clamor from the portal to Dalaran. The delegation of Earthen Ring Shaman whom Kamalia had sent to Argus, who had been out of contact for several weeks following their reports of the initial forays by the Army of the Light and the Legionfall Concordance into the seat of the Burning Legion — Antorus, the Burning Throne — burst through, running, shouting.

Seeing the toppled totems and other items, the rockslides, and the other members of the Earthen Ring crowded around the inner circle of Farseers who were all looking pale and some of whom were holding hands to their sides, the returning champions faltered to a halt and their shouts began to quiet even before Muln held up a hand.

“You already know,” one of them, a well-respected Troll man, said.

“Perhaps,” said Muln. “We know that Azeroth is gravely wounded, but we do not yet know where, or how, or why. It seems that you may know these things. Tell us what happened in Antorus.”

The champions began telling what they had seen and experienced in the Burning Throne. At first, they spoke in turns, but soon a Pandaren woman named Cinder became the main storyteller, with the others occasionally chiming in to provide additional details.

“…as the Pantheon’s power pulled Sargeras into their prison, he turned and plunged his sword into Azeroth! We weren’t able to see exactly where it struck, but we know it was somewhere in southern Kalimdor. If we take the portal to Ramkahen from the Earthshrines and fan out from there, we should be able to find it very quickly — that thing is immense!”

From Ramkahen, the location of the Sword of Sargeras* was instantly obvious: Silithus.

The Earthen Ring group landed on the ridge above the Oasis of Vir’sar and looked down on a horrifying sight.

The incomprehensibly large weapon appeared to have pierced Azeroth right at Cenarion Hold — all the valiant kaldorei warriors and Cenarion Circle druids who’d lived there, obliterated instantaneously. A new wave of pain and grief washed over Kamalia, bringing her to to her knees. She fought down a surge of nausea.

The sands of the whole Silithus valley had been turned to buckled slabs of slag. Around the edges of the weapon itself, white flames flickered and curled, looking eerily like Sha fumes. Elsewhere, the cracks glowed a strange color, neither the orange-red of lava nor the blue-violet of a ley line, but an unsettling golden yellow.

“This is not going to be as easy as blasting out the ‘thorn’ and throwing down some enchanted seeds, the way we healed Shen-zin Su,” Wavespeaker Adelee commented wryly from behind Kamalia. Adelee’s voice dropped to a despairing whisper. “Oh, Eonar, what do we do?”

~*~*~

* Of course, to actually see the Sword of Sargeras, I had to run through Antorus LFR with Kamalia. While I was there, of course I had to take a selfie with Argus, to get the filter — because I wasn’t sure if I’d ever come back there.

This story is still Kamalia’s canonical experience of the event, though — running the LFR was game mechanics.
Though reports from the PTR showed the Sword being visible from as far away as Thunder Bluff, I couldn’t see it from there. I could only see it from the edges of Mulgore, near or just over the borders with Feralas.

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  1. on January 23, 2018 at 1:27 pm Zeirah

    Awesome story Kam.
    I did lfr a day ago but havent been down to Silithus yet. I need to get down there to see this for myself!
    And I need to go back to selfie with Argus. I didn’t know that was a thing.


    • on January 23, 2018 at 7:40 pm kamaliaetalia

      Thanks!

      I didn’t get the quest to go to Silithus until the next time I logged in after I finished the LFR. I’m wondering what will happen next down there…

      I wouldn’t have known about the selfie thing if Wowhead hadn’t written an article about it. There is a whole series of filters to change the sky in the background of your selfies — they all require you to take a selfie with a certain raid boss — and the kicker is, you have to be in combat with the boss, and your selfie has to have the boss in the background. On my first try at taking a selfie with Argus, I didn’t have him in the background because I was still facing him, and I didn’t get the filter. I had to try again, turn around, put my back to the boss in the middle of the fight so that he would be in the picture, to get the filter.


  2. on January 23, 2018 at 11:32 pm Alunaria

    Waaa, too spoilery for me! I’ve not had time to do Argus or Silithus yet, QQ. Looking forward to this story later on, Kam 🙂


    • on January 24, 2018 at 3:24 pm kamaliaetalia

      Ack, I totally didn’t think about being spoilery. I’m sorry. I should have put the rest of the story behind a cut after the first paragraph, or something… though if you’re clicking through from a link in your Reader, that wouldn’t help much.

      Enjoy Antorus — as much as a doom-and-gloom place full of demons can be enjoyed, I guess, so maybe “appreciate” would be a better word? — and post-Antorus Silithus when you get to them!


      • on January 27, 2018 at 2:23 am Alunaria

        Aw it’s ok, blogs are a social media in a way, so spoilers are to be expected 🙂


  3. on January 24, 2018 at 9:05 am wowstorylines

    Whoa! That was awesome! I haven’t done it yet but I’m looking forward to seeing it for myself in the near future. Thanks for sharing. 😀


    • on January 24, 2018 at 3:21 pm kamaliaetalia

      I’m glad you enjoyed it! Best of luck and fun when you get to Antorus and post-Antorus Silithus yourself!


  4. on January 24, 2018 at 9:24 am Wisteria

    Wonderful storytelling 🙂


    • on January 24, 2018 at 3:16 pm kamaliaetalia

      Thank you 🙂


  5. on January 24, 2018 at 10:14 am wrathofkublakhan

    This is why we read blogs, now and then we get a tightly-written short story that is fun.
    Thanks!


    • on January 24, 2018 at 3:16 pm kamaliaetalia

      Aw, you are far too kind… especially considering that I never have my stories beta-read by someone else before I post them 😛


  6. on January 25, 2018 at 5:33 pm Tracey

    Beautifully told! I don’t have a shaman, and this just became my head-cannon for how they learned of this event.


    • on January 25, 2018 at 5:54 pm kamaliaetalia

      Thank you very much! 🙂



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