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Kamalia hasn’t gotten much play this week. Being so close to the first Legion alt-leveling milestone of getting each Class its first Artifact weapon and to level 101 to unlock Champion missions at the Order Hall, I wanted to get that done.

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I chose Arms first with my Warrior because Mr Rossi says it’s the best for leveling and World Questing.

Skyhold is aesthetically lovely. As much as my Warrior has been intrigued by the Vrykul ever since Northrend, though, she finds Skyhold rather lonely with only Valarjar and Val’kyr there. And despite previous encounters with Titan structures and constructs, it wasn’t until she unexpectedly found herself in Skyhold, staring at Odyn, that the works of the Titans caused her to wonder about the reality of the Earthmother. Perhaps if she’d been to Ulduar with Khadgar and Brann to see Magni, she might not be feeling so unsettled. But only my Paladin, Shaman, Druid, and Mage did that. I might have to come up with an in-character motivation for my Warrior to go talk to Archivist Elysiana to do that questline (at least the Ulduar part of it)…

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It was a thoroughly delightful surprise to discover that the Tauren Seers were involved in the first stages of the quest chain for the Protection Paladin Artifact. Some of the later quest chain text speaks of “a great warrior” who went to one of the locations before the paladins do. I’m guessing it was probably for the Protection Warrior Artifact (because I went somewhere quite different for the Arms one) but the warrior didn’t go to exactly the same specific location, just the same general area, so my headcanon can be that my Paladin did in fact go there first.

This sword and shield are so pretty that I don’t feel sad about not being able to use the Alliance movie tie-in weapons with my Tauren Paladin anymore😛

As for the Paladin Order Hall, now that I’ve actually been to the Sanctum of Light, I totally get what I’ve read about Priests being utterly smitten with jealousy when they get to visit the Paladin place as part of their Order Hall Campaign. The Mage place is still my favorite Order Hall, but the Paladin place is a very close second!

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I’ve read that the Balance Druid and Affliction Warlock Artifact questlines are substantially similar in much the same way that the Disc Priest and Arcane Mage Artifact questlines are. After playing through the Balance Druid questline, I’d guess that the first few quests are different for Balance Druids and Affliction Warlocks, but that after you meet up with Revil Kost in Duskwood, they are essentially identical. I saw a Gnome Warlock running around in some of the same places that I was investigating.

I can’t think of The Scythe of Elune without wanting to call it “The Scythe of Elooooone“, ala Oxhorn (one of the very early movies, though I don’t remember exactly which one anymore).

In one of the other treasure chambers of the Karazhan Crypts, I found this strange statue.

I have never, ever seen this image before. What is it? Where did it come from? Something about the style of it makes me wonder if perhaps it might have been designed to be part of Yaungol lore, in a questline that got cut? Or does it portend some as-yet-unknown Tauren faction?

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With the first milestone completed, my next objectives are to level the characters who want multiple Artifacts to 102 so I can get the rest of the Artifacts I want to collect and to bring Light’s Heart to each Order Hall. In my headcanon, though, Light’s Heart will actually be at the Fel Hammer because my Demon Hunter is the primary character with whom I intend to pursue the continuation of that quest chain at level 110.

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Scepter of Sargeras

Having read that the Warlock Order Hall Champions are members of the Council of the Black Harvest, I decided that before I did the Order Hall and first Artifact sequence of quests with my Warlock, I’d better first go do the Green Fire questline so that she’d know who these guys are and why they’re important.

The Green Fire questchain was shorter than I expected, I suppose because I was thinking it would be comparable in length and complexity to the Quel’Delar questline. I definitely appreciated that being Revered with the Ashtongue Deathsworn due to previous farming in Black Temple meant that when I got to the first stage of the Black Temple scenario, I didn’t have to try to sneak around the Ashtongue guardians — I could walk right past them because they already trusted me! Even at level 100, the two boss fights in the scenario weren’t completely push-overs; I died the first time I attempted each one — but I only had to do them twice. I could tell that I would have found those boss fights to be very difficult, challenging, and frustrating if I’d tried to do them at level 90. Which is why I didn’t try to do this questline at level 90😛

I think I’d gotten what I’d read about the Destro and Affliction Artifacts mixed up, because for some reason I was expecting to go to Karazhan to get the Destro weapon. I rather liked the actual questline, though — and it made me glad that I’d actually done Tol Barad rep (with Kaylynda) back in the day, because that meant that I wasn’t in completely unfamiliar territory for that part of the questline. The end part of the questline had me cackling with glee — and also remembering messing up Twilight Hammer rituals during the Cataclysm pre-launch world event.

Unlike Demon Hunter and Rogue, where I thought I’d only want to get one of their Artifacts but have decided that I’d like to see the story for one of the others, I have no interest in getting a second Artifact with my Warlock to see its story. I’m not really all that keen on the Warlock Order Hall, either — though having gotten green fire does make my Warlock feel like she fits in a little better there😛 She also isn’t really into the whole commanding armies of demons thing — she’d rather just leave that to Rittsyn. She’s more concerned the boost to personal firepower she can get from delving into less orthodox magics. I suppose, however, that Dreadscar Rift is an even more grim reminder than Outland of what we are fighting to prevent Azeroth from becoming.

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As I mentioned in my previous post, Kamalia recently reached the point with her Leatherworking where she needs to buy the Rank 1 Dreadleather and Gravenscale patterns. These patterns are purchased with crafting mats, and some of the patterns cost enchanting dust or ore in addition to leather or scales. I suppose that I could just trade Blood of Sargeras for those things… but I’d rather use it as an excuse to bring my Enchanting alt and one of my Mining alts to the Broken Isles.

Kaohana’s bags were getting stuffed with Broken Isles greens that Kamalia had sent her, so she was needing to come to New Dalaran for profession training very soon anyway.

I’d read that the Discipline Priest Artifact questline was substantially similar to the Arcane Mage one, and I saw a Priest or two running around in the same areas when I was doing the Aluneth questline with Kaelinda. I’d thought, oh, well, maybe they just take place in the same area, but the quest givers and directions and motivations are different. Alas, no; the Light’s Wrath questline was, indeed, almost identical, with the only differences being based on the identity of the uncontrollable staff and its powers. I must confess that with Light’s Wrath being a Scarlet Crusade-created item, I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t have to Discipline my way through any of the Scarlet Crusade strongholds — like, say, Tyr’s Hand — to get it.

I’d also read that the Priest Order Hall is… underwhelming compared to some of the other class halls. I was trying not to be pre-biased by opinions from other players, but, yeah, Netherlight Temple does seem rather… plain… and… small… compared to, say, the Hall of the Guardian. It is much more sparsely decorated than the others, which is okay, I guess, for the austere aesthetic of many priestly orders, and it seems to have fewer notable NPCs — all of which make it seem like there will be less opportunities to be delighted by suddently noticing a detail that I’d overlooked before.

Of my Miners, I decided to bring my Rogue. Partly I chose her to follow my plan of bringing my alts to their Order Halls in inverse order of my longer-term interest in playing them. Partly I chose her because Stealth is a definite plus when one is a lowbie who just wants to run around mining. And partly I chose her because even though she is nominally my Gnomish Engineer, I haven’t really put a lot of effort into that crafting profession. She is, therefore, the least likely of my Miners to begrudge having to share the ore she collects with someone else.

Now the question is — how does Kelisanna resist getting corrupted by these blades in the same way that Dread Admiral Eliza was?

I’m also thinking that although I don’t plan to spend any time playing as Assassination, I might go get the Kingslayers when Kelisanna reaches level 102 just to see the little story about Garona.

Not having spent any time or effort on farming Ravenholdt rep with my Rogue, I am not particularly attached to the idea of Rogues Belong At Ravenholdt. In fact, I rather like the Hall of Shadows. It feels akin to the Thieves and Assassins’ Guilds of Ankh-Morpork.

Kamalia went to Azsuna first because I’d read that that was where all the early Profession quests were going to send you anyway.
Kiralaira went to Azsuna first because she wanted to check up on her Illidari.
Kaelinda went to Azsuna first because of her interest in ancient elvish language and magic.

Kaohana went to Stormheim first because of her fascination with the Val’kyr.
Kelisanna went to Stormheim first because as a Farstrider, she is my character with the greatest loyalty toward Sylvanas Windrunner.

I like most of Stormheim, with the vrykul and storm dragons and the Titan vaults and the grappling gun and whatnot, quite a lot. But, ugh, I dislike the opening sequence, with that ugly battle between the Forsaken and the Worgen, and the RAS and their chemical weapons — and I dislike even more being railroaded through it. I don’t like being Sylvanas’ toady any more than I liked being Garrosh’s toady. I won’t level my lowbies in the Forsaken zones; I won’t do the Forsaken questlines in Howling Fjord and the Dragonblight. So I did an experiment. I took my Demon Hunter, who had only been to Azsuna, and rode on her land mount all the way around the continent until I got to Stormheim. As I came down into Stormheim from Highmountain, I found a group of Kirin Tor mages… and they wanted to send me right back to Dalaran to talk to Nathanos Blightcaller. Blast! I’d been hoping that there was some way to skip that part of the zone, and just start at meeting with Havi at his hut in the Valley of Swords. *sigh*

Maybe what I’ll do is always select Stormheim first and push through the scenario and follow-up quests until I get the quest to meet with Havi — get all that nasty stuff out of the way ASAP, treating it, in RP terms, as purely a game mechanic and not something that anyone except Kelisanna actually participated in — and then go to the first zone that I actually want to do extensive questing in.

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Kaelinda accompanied Karaelia to the Isle of Quel’Danas. “I should very much like to see this prismatic blade fully restored,” she explained, “and it might help your case with Ranger General Brightwing if a Sin’dorei on pilgrimage is with you. It has been some time since I last visited the Sunwell, since its renewal.”

As they approached the entrance to the Sunwell complex, a warden warned them, “Only those who have the Ranger General’s approval may enter the Sunwell Plateau.”

Kaelinda sighed. “This is the most sacred place known to the Sin’dorei, but it had been long enough since we regained control of the Sunwell that the guard had been relaxed and it had become much easier for pilgrims to gain entrance. Then Garrosh happened, and the guard here got more stringent again to protect against him trying to use the Sunwell for nasty purposes. Did you know that Regent-Lord Theron was thinking about opening talks with Stormwind for the Sin’dorei to rejoin the Alliance? Then there was that terrible incident with the Divine Bell in Darnassus, and the Purge of Dalaran, and now the guard here is tighter than it has ever been except for right after we reclaimed this place.”

Ranger General Brightwing scowled at them. “You would raise the hopes of our people with tales of Quel’Delar? Without proof of the truth of your claims, I see no reason to take you at your word.”

Karaelia unbuckled the scabbarded sword and handed it to him. He examined the hilt, and his demeanor changed.

“Oh, so you are the one with whom Myralion Sunblaze has been working. Well, then. And Magistrix Dawnstrider, I apologize, I did not recognize you at first. Still, I must verify that you are not trying to hoax our people with a cunningly crafted replica.”

“These have been trying times, of late,” Kaelinda acknowledged.

“I know of a way that we can test this sword,” said the Ranger General. “If you know the blade’s history –” he paused, looking at them in a significant sort of way, and they both nodded. Satisfied, he continued, “then you will recall that it was last wielded by Thalorien Dawnseeker in the defense of the Sunwell against the Scourge. He fell in what is now the Dead Scar, buying time for his regiment to make their own preparations. You will find his remains at the southern end of the Dead Scar on this isle. Visit them, and if his spirit gives you its blessing, I will allow you to enter the Sunwell with this blade.”

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Karaelia looked out over the blackened, bone-carpeted Dead Scar and wondered how she would find one man’s remains among the debris. Perhaps the sword would give her an indication of when she had found its former master?

She was glad for Kaelinda’s company. The mage quickly prepared a small seeking spell that would search for armor items bearing the sigils of the Dawnseeker family. She sent it out across the Dead Scar, where it zipped back and forth, hovering here and there for a moment or two. At last it hovered in the same spot for several seconds, then exploded in a spray of firework-like sparks.

As Karaelia and Kaelinda approached the spot, both the sword and the armor-clad skeleton lying there began to glow. A ghostly regiment of high elves appeared. Their commander addressed them.

“We must defend the Sunwell from the enemy at all costs. I am ordering you to withdraw to the Sunwell proper to help prepare the defenses. I will make my stand here and buy you as much time as I am able. Use it well and make our prince proud. It has been a great honor to fight beside you in defense of our land and people.”

The ghostly regiment turned and walked northward toward the Sunwell. The commander faced southward, readying himself — and then he noticed Karaelia and Kaelinda.

“You! Strangers!” he said, “You are not my soldiers. Will you stay and stand with me to face the enemy?” When they nodded, he faced southward again and shouted, “Listen well, Scourge defilers! None of you will reach the Sunwell so long as I stand!”

A death knight on a deathcharger approached, proclaiming, “You will fall as your lands and city have before you. My lord will win a great victory here, and none will remember your name!”

Waves of Scourge assaulted the high elf commander, but with Karaelia and Kaelinda’s assistance, they were all destroyed. The ghost turned to them. “I… I wasn’t meant to survive this attack. Why has this happened? Why have you come here?”

His gaze fell upon the hilt of Quel’Delar. “It’s the sword!” he exclaimed, “Quel’Delar! You possess it!”

Astonishment filling his voice, he continued, “I don’t know how, but the blade has chosen you to be its new wielder. Take it with my blessing, and wield it against the Scourge as I once did.” He knelt before Karaelia, then vanished. The glow surrounding the sword and the armored skeleton rapidly faded away.

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“You truly do carry Quel’Delar,” said Ranger General Brightwing, when they related to him what had occurred in the Dead Scar. “This is a great day for all of Quel’Thalas and the Sin’dorei. You have my leave to enter the Sunwell and finish the sword’s restoration. The children of Silvermoon have dreamt of this day for years.”

A warden escorted them into the Sunwell Plateau complex, leading them on a separate path from the one the rest of the pilgrims were taking. They soon reached the Sunwell itself.

At the edge of the Sunwell, a group of pilgrims was listening to Lady Liadrin. Karaelia and Kaelinda sat down to listen, too. The pilgrims nearest to them scooted away, instinctively shying from the evil radiated by the saronite in the blade of Quel’Delar.

“My brothers and sisters,” the Blood Knight Matriarch said, “words cannot describe what I felt upon seeing the Sunwell rekindled. In that moment, the Light revealed to me the truth of the terrible things I had done. Our people had walked a dark path, and mine was among the darkest of all.

It is a strength that we Sin’dorei all share. It is a strength we will need to free ourselves of the addiction ravaging our people. It will be the most difficult battle we have ever faced, but our resolve and the power of the Sunwell will sustain us until we have been restored to our greatness.”

The group of pilgrims applauded, then dispersed. Lady Liadrin withdrew from the edge of the Sunwell, following her own challenge to resist renewed addiction, and sat down on a bench. She closed her eyes and appeared to be meditating.

Karaelia knelt at the edge of the Sunwell and carefully immersed Quel’Delar in it. A shower of light burst forth, sparkling and crackling. A gasp, followed by the “ooh” and “ahh” of a crowd at a Midsummer Fire Festival fireworks show, arose from the pilgrims. The blade began to shine with a pure, clean radiance. It almost seemed to be singing with joy.

As Karaelia reached for the hilt, she could no longer feel the sticky sensation of saronite’s evil pulling on her soul. At the same time, the hilt seemed to be pushing her away with little arcs and pulses of light. Karaelia looked around, saw Lady Liadrin, and understood.

Thalorien Dawnseeker had told her that Quel’Delar chose its own wielders. It had chosen her to bring it here, but now that it was restored and purified, it was not hers to continue to bear.

She knelt before Lady Liadrin. “My Lady,” she began, unsure of quite how to say what she meant.

“Yes, young one?” Lady Liadrin opened her eyes, and Karaelia watched her expression change to awe as she looked over Karaelia’s head and saw Quel’Delar glowing in the Sunwell.

“My Lady Liadrin,” Karaelia began again, and now she knew what she should say, “here is Quel’Delar, the prismatic blade gifted by the dragonflights to your people so long ago and lost in the Scourge attack on the Sunwell. I know not why it chose me and my family and friends to recover it, but now that it is restored, there is only one person who has the right to wield it: you. You, the champion of the Light for the Sin’dorei.”

Lady Liadrin rose to her feet, placing a slightly shaking hand on Karaelia’s shoulder. “Am I truly laying my eyes on the weapon of Thalorien Dawnseeker?” she said, in a slightly breathless voice. “This is a wondrous day for all Sin’dorei. Our people, sin’dorei and quel’dorei alike, have dreamt of this for years. Quel’Delar rises again, as the Sin’dorei rise again and again from the ashes of defeat and betrayal!” Liadrin’s voice strengthened as she spoke, and now as she proclaimed these triumphant words, she stepped past Karaelia to the edge of the Sunwell, reached out, and Quel’Delar leapt into her hand. Liadrin held the prismatic blade high above her head, and the cheering of the elves echoed off of the faraway ceiling of the room.

Lady Liadrin lowered Quel’Delar. Wordlessly, Karaelia handed her its scabbard. As she sheathed the blade and buckled it to her side, Liadrin turned to look at Karaelia directly. “Thank you, Tauren — no, I know you, I have seen you working with my Knights. Karaelia. Thank you, Karaelia, for doing this great service for my people. You have done us, and yourself, a great honor. Light — or how do your people say it? An’she? An’she be with you.”

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“So,” said Keija, when Karaelia returned to the farmhouse at Halfhill, “where is that sword we made from that battered old hilt that Kam gave you? I thought you went to the Sunwell to cleanse the taint of saronite from it. What happened? Did you drop it all the way in and lose it at the bottom, or something?”

“No,” Karaelia replied quietly, shaking her head. “I didn’t lose it. I gave it to Lady Liadrin. That sword… it choses its own masters, and once I took it there, and cleansed it, my part in its story was done. It was never really meant for me.”

Around the common room of the house, her sisters’ heads nodded. Kamalia looked up from her leatherworking and smiled at Karaelia. “I knew there was a reason why I felt like I ought to give that hilt to you. Well done, little sister, well done.”

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“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.”

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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.

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“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.”

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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.”

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“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.”

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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?”

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“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.”

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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.

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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) (more…)

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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.

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