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Will I ever do more with any of these characters than enter the world and maybe manage to get through the 1-5 zone and out to their racial capital city? Realistically speaking, probably not. Nevertheless, the collector in me still wanted to have a complete set of Classic Classes.

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A collection of Transmogrification Kits actually worn in-game by my Blood Elf Warlock. Outfits are listed from most recent to least recent. Items that are no longer obtainable are marked with an asterisk (*).

56) Miss Lyanna

Hat of the Second Sister, Sanctified Dark Coven Shoulderpads, Vileweave Robes, Quilboar Crone Gloves, Shattrath Jumpers, Demon Commander’s Drape, Darktide Summoner Staff
I’d had this outfit idea in mind for awhile, and when Hallow’s End came around, I realized that this hat would be the perfect finishing touch.

55) Cacophonous Cackle

Horns of the Left Hand Path, Sanctified Dark Coven Shoulderpads, Elder’s Robe, Cord of Cacophonous Cawing (LFR), Darkweave Breeches, Quilboar Crone Gloves, Shattrath Jumpers, Scar-Shell’s Scintillating Staff
This robe with these shoulders and this belt make such a delightful combination!

54) Nemesis

Nemesis Raiment with Horns of the Left Hand Path, Hatefury Mantle, and Scepter of Sargeras (upgraded, first tint)
A classic, though not entirely Classic, Warlock look.

53) Crackling Hexes

Thaumaturge’s Crackling Cowl, Amice of the Convoker, Hexweave Robe (3-670), Astralite’s Cord, Blauvelt’s Special Occasion Gloves, Saltarello Shoes, Spire of Scarlet Pain (N)
It occurred to me that I’d never actually gotten around to making a kit with the stage 3 Hexweave Robe.
I liked how the little diamond-shaped orange gems in these Sunwell shoulders matched the diamond-shaped dull orange gem in the robe. The dull-orange gem in this Broken Isles belt was a good match, too.
This is now the fourth outfit that I have made for Kalaneia using a Priest Tier-lookalike hat that hides or shadows the face. She seems to be more comfortable with those sorts of hats than my actual Priest is.

52) Fighting Fel With Fel: Brains & Spells

Horns of the Left Hand Path, Robes of the Black Harvest, Felcast Cord, Scorpid Handler’s Gloves (LFR) + Shining Cicada Bracers, Hu’rala’s Slippers, Fandral’s Flamescythe (H)
The Warlock Order Hall robe creates Demon Hunter tattoo-like patterns on the Warlock’s arms, which inspired me to create a set of paired outfits — one for a Warlock and another for a Demon Hunter with purple tattoos.
The patterns are best displayed by hiding shoulder armor and using the smallest possible gloves and bracers.

51) Outland Pilgrimage

Pilgrim’s Dress with Exiled Dabbler’s Gloves, Pilgrim’s Boots, and Staff of Hale Magefire
Some time after her mother passed through Thrallmar and helped clear and mark the path through the canyon to Falcon Watch, Kishalla arrived in Outland with her unsuitable beau of the moment.
That relationship fell apart when the couple reached the “promised land” of Netherstorm. Kishalla was awestruck by what Kael’thas’s Sunhawks had accomplished and wanted to join them, whereas the young man was appalled by the thought that Eversong Woods might suffer the same fate as Farahlon.
The Dimensius Incident at Manaforge Ultris was Kishalla’s first major encounter with the power of the Void…

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A collection of Transmogrification Kits actually worn in-game by my Void Elf Warlock. Outfits are listed from most recent to least recent. Items that are no longer obtainable are marked with an asterisk (*).

2) Cold is the Void

Replica Deathmist Mantle Robe & Bracers with Replica Virtuous Belt, Royal Gloves, Conspirator’s Slippers, and Frostscythe of Lord Ahune
Blue Warlock clothes for a chilly Alliance Warlock.

1) Void Burner

Felburner’s Garb
These are the clothes that newly created Allied Races Warlocks are given. They are identical to the clothes given to Boosted Warlocks. This set can also be obtained from the Warlords Garrison Salvage Yard.

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“Now,” Jubeka continued, “I have something to confess to you.” She smiled broadly with that unnerving Forsaken rictus grin. “It is a secret, but you are already geased to keep this secret by your attunement to my journal. How did you come by The Codex of Xerrath?”

“It came to me in the mail, from someone I do not know, but who claimed to be a friend of a friend of a friend.” Kalaneia thought about it. The handwriting on the parcel and the accompanying note had suggested Stormwind, so probably a human warlock, who would therefore be a friend of the human mage Kinevra, who was a friend of Kalaneia’s younger cousin Kaelinda.

“Let me have it for a minute. I will re-set the lock, and then you will send it on to some other warlock. Or you may sell it on the Auction House, for all I care. Though after all this time, I think there are probably few warlocks remaining who have the willpower and skill to taste the fel and not be overpowered by it who have not already come to me.”


The Codex of Xerrath is a real volume, and I have it — but your Codex of Xerrath is a fake. A fraud. A forgery. A hoax. There are several other copies just like it, circulating among the warlocks of Azeroth. After I first Banished Kanrethad, I considered many methods for keeping the Banishment stable and reducing his excess power. At length, I devised this ruse for bringing other warlocks here to siphon off the fel power, a little bit at a time. Don’t look so surprised. Surely you’d observed other warlocks wielding green fire, and wondered where they’d learned it?”

Well, yes, Kalaneia had. Aeda Brightdawn at Frostwall Garrison was the first to come to mind.

But if this had happened many, many times…?

Jubeka saw the question on Kalaneia’s face and answered before she could verbalize it. “Oh, yes, Kranosh and his Alliance counterpart are in on it. So is Akama. They play their parts quite well, don’t you think? And now, when Azeroth has a true need for the Council of the Black Harvest, perhaps enough of that excess fel power has been bled away from Kanrethad that I think we might, under the proper circumstances, and with the proper safeguards, be able to release him.”



Author’s Notes

This story and the one about the Battered Hilt are linked on a meta level by more than both being epic lore-filled quest chains. It was when I acquired the Tome of the Lost Legion (from the AH, in fact) that I decided that I’d better actually go do the Battered Hilt questline. And it was when, having read that the Warlock Order Hall Champions were the remaining members of the Council of the Black Harvest, I decided that I ought to do the Green Fire questline with my Warlock before doing the opening Order Hall & acquisition of first Artifact weapon sequences of Legion — you know, so that she would have already met these people and know what they were about — that I then decided that I’d better get the story about Quel’Delar written up and posted before I set out to write a story about the Council of the Black Harvest.

The Green Fire questline came out with Patch 5.2 — the Throne of Thunder raid patch. This story, however, is set at the point in the overall timeline when I actually did the questchain — between my Warlock’s participation in the Battle at the Broken Shore and when she began her Legion leveling. Dealing with the time-skip of having spent all of Warlords idling in my Garrison was a challenge, but ultimately a good opportunity, as I hope you can see from this final installment.

Like most of my stories, I wrote about half of it, then got stuck and let it gather dust in my Drafts folder for a year or two before getting around to finishing it. In this case, I wrote through the end of Part 2 in the initial burst of inspiration, then wrote the rest of it over the past couple of weeks.

Because I’d just reviewed the Green Fire questline, when I went to do the part of the Legion Warlock Order Hall Campaign that involved recruiting Kanrethad as the 9th Champion, I felt like the characterizations of Jubeka and Kanrethad didn’t quite match up. In the Green Fire questline, it seemed like Jubeka and Kanrethad utterly despised and detested one another, and yet now Jubeka was calling Kanrethad an “old friend” and feeling guilty about having had to Banish him? Well, I suppose that some years of living mostly in isolation with just Kanrethad’s Banished form for company might distort Jubeka’s perspective a bit… I decided to let my interpretation of Jubeka in the Green Fire questline for this story lie where I’d left it.

In case you were wondering, here’s what Kalaneia was wearing for this adventure. It’s outfit #21 in “Things my Warlock Wears”.

Shadow Reaper

Yalia’s Cowl, Earthripple Shoulderpads, Robe of the Shadow Council, Felcast Cord, Exiled Dabbler’s Gloves, Saltarello Shoes, Staff of the Left Hand Path

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A Taste of Fel Energy (5/6)

Kalaneia dropped Jubeka’s soulstone into the soulwell and a final memory appeared. A grandiose Demonic Gateway unfolded from the ground. Kalaneia only recognized the demonic figure that stepped through as Kanrethad Ebonlocke because Jubeka’s memory labeled it as him.

Kanrethad viciously attacked Jubeka. During the fierce battle, he summoned a Pit Lord, then an enormous pack of Wild Imps. Jubeka cleverly defeated Kanrethad’s minions, though Kalaneia could see that it was taxing all of her resources to do so.

At last, when Kanrethad had exhausted himself channeling a massive spell of destruction that he claimed to have stolen from Deathwing, Jubeka gained the upper hand and Banished him.

As the memory ended, Jubeka herself stepped out from behind one of the serpent statues.

“Hello, Kalaneia,” Jubeka said, “You have found me. But this is no place to talk. Come to my home and you can tell me why you have sought me out over tea.” She cast a Demonic Circle on the ground and gestured Kalaneia to step into it. When the familar crackling sensation cleared, Kalaneia found herself in a cave that had been furnished into a moderately comfortable dwelling.

“Go ahead, look around a bit,” Jubeka said, emerging from the Demonic Circle behind her. Kalaneia walked over to the cave entrance and looked out. She could see that this cave was very close to the Altar of Damnation, but its entrance was difficult to spot from outside. Turning back into the cave, she saw at the very back the statue-like Banished form of Kanrethad.

“Cheery company, isn’t he?” Jubeka smirked. “Kanrethad’s power is too great to allow him to be free. I’ll ensure he stays Banished, for as long as I exist. Still, a taste of the fel energies he is saturated with should cause no ill. Feel free to drain some for your own use.”

At Jubeka’s continued urging, Kalaneia hesitantly reached out to touch Kanrethad. The fel energy flowed into her, flowed through her — she felt herself somersaulting high, high into the air as the fel energy overflowed her — she was dimly aware that she was not hitting the cave roof — she landed, feeling at once exhilarated and nauseated.

She looked around for something to light on fire, to see how this new power would affect her spells. Spotting Jubeka’s fireplace, she cast a very small Incinerate. A sheet of green fire rippled across the room and the wood burst into green flames. They were oddly beautiful.

“Ah, thank you, dear,” said Jubeka, setting a teapot on a hook over the fire. “Should you ever grow tired of these effects, return to me here and I can purge the fel energy from you — for a price, of course. Now, tell me what you really came to find me for.”

Feeling somewhat abashed after all that had happened, Kalaneia brought The Codex of Xerrath out of her satchel and handed it to the Forsaken woman. “I was hoping that you would be able to read Nathrezim.”

“Alas, I cannot. But I know someone who can.” As Kalaneia watched, struggling to conceal her astonishment, Jubeka summoned an Observer and politely requested that it inspect the book.

The Observer scanned the pages as Jubeka held them up in front of its oversized eye. “Of course! This codex is written in the ancient Nathrezim tongue. Nathrezim, or the Dreadlords, as you call them, were once an enlightened and powerful race. Their skill in summoning and gateway magic was unsurpassed by any in the Great Dark Beyond. This particular tome contains instructions to open a gateway to another world. Sadly, I fear that world no longer exists. It was destroyed as a show of power during the enslavement of Xoroth. The tome is useless, I’m afraid. No warlock could open such a gateway alone.”*

Jubeka thanked the Observer and dismissed it. “I am sorry that you have come all this way for nothing,” she said, pouring Kalaneia a cup of tea. “But I sense that there is another, truer need that perhaps I can help you with.”

Not quite “nothing”, Kalaneia thought, considering all that she’d learned about demonology, the green fire, and how she now had an “in” with the Council of the Black Harvest. She explained about the Legion attacks on Azeroth, the failed battle at the Broken Shore, the escape of Illidan’s demon hunters from the Vault of the Wardens.

“Hmmm….” Jubeka tapped an already tea-soaked biscuit against the edge of her teacup until it broke and fell into the cup, spattering droplets out onto the tabletop. “Thank you for bringing me this news. The return of the Legion to Azeroth is indeed a dire matter. I think the time has come at last to reconvene the Council of the Black Harvest. I will make preparations to contact Rittsyn and the others. We’ll be in touch with you when we’ve reassembled.”

“But what will you do with Kanrethad?” Kalaneia asked.

“Oh, I’ll take him with me. He’s not actually all that hard to transport in this form, and much better company.”


*If a Warlock who has the Grimoires of Supremacy talent summons an Observer for the quest to ask your demons about the book near the beginning of the quest chain, this is what the Observer says.

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Kalaneia studied Jubeka’s soulstone. Somehow, this object was supposed to help her find its creator. Would the object, as a whole, play hot-and-cold with her to find Jubeka in the same way that the fragments had to help her find them? She turned this way and that, holding the soulstone out in front of her. It didn’t seem to change temperature, but whenever she faced east, toward the Black Temple, it seemed like it began to tug at her.

As she approached the Black Temple, Kalaneia was a bit surprised that the tugging of Jubeka’s soulstone did not pull aside to the breach in the side wall that led to the sewers. Even after the defeat of Illidan, the mopping-up crews assembled by the Aldor and the Scryers — still competing with each other to prove that they would be the best helpers for Akama and the Ashtongue Broken — had continued to come in through that sewer entrance, leaving the great gates into the main courtyard of the temple sealed. But no, Jubeka’s soulstone pulled her right up to those gates.

When she got close, Kalaneia could see an elaborate sigil glowing on the gates — the same sigil that was embossed on the cover of Jubeka’s journal.

This, too, she suspected would only be visible to a Warlock attuned to Jubeka’s journal. She reached out to touch it — and instantaneously, with the same sensation as stepping into one of her own Demonic Circles, she found herself standing beside a much smaller rendering of the symbol, at a relatively inconspicuous location inside the courtyard.

Many Ashtongue Broken were patrolling the courtyard. At first, Kalaneia thought she might have to sneak past them. She was attempting to do so when one of the Ashtongue looked at her directly — and to her surprise, he nodded at her and waved her by. There was something vaguely familiar about his face. It occurred to her that some of the Ashtongue might recognize her from all that time she’d spent here with those Scryer mopping-up crews. It seemed that, because of the assistance she’d given them, they also respected* and at least minimally trusted her. Good. This would make trying to find Jubeka somewhat easier — if she was still here at all, given that it had been a few years since she’d sent her journal to Kranosh.

Entering the Sanctuary of Shadows, Kalaneia began scanning for signs of Jubeka — perhaps other instances of the sigil, smaller and more subtle? At the foot of a pillar, she spotted a scroll emblazoned not with Jubeka’s mark, but with the rune of the Illidari. Odd, that. The last time she’d been here with the Scryer crews, a year or two ago, it had looked like the Ashtongue were finally getting the place properly cleaned up, getting rid of the mess left behind by Illidan’s lackeys. Had the Ashtongue here even heard yet of the events at the Broken Shore, of the escape of the demon hunters from the Vault of the Wardens?

As she bent to pick up the scroll, something heavy smacked the back of her skull. As she stood there, stunned, ears ringing, Akama stepped out of the shadows. “Foolish warlocks,” he snarled, “I knew you would try again to ransack our temple!”

Through the pain, Kalaneia began to contemplate how she could convince Akama to help her find Jubeka. Before she could get her aching brain to form coherent words, Akama spoke again. “Wait… You’re not one of those warlocks that snuck in here before. Why then are you here… Scryer Kalaneia?” He recognized her. That was good. “What do you want from the Black Temple? Stay a moment and speak with me, rather than skulk about like a rogue.”

What to say came to her in a flash of inspiration. “Sylvanas Windrunner, Warchief of the Horde and Dark Lady of the Forsaken, urgently requests and requires the return of her advisor Jubeka Shadowbreaker.”

Akama harumphed. “Scryer Kalaneia, you and your Horde did much to aid my people in freeing the Black Temple from Illidan’s grasp. I will help you as a show of mutual trust and repayment of the debt we owe you.”

He turned and began walking toward the formerly orc-infested area of the temple. “It has been some years since those two warlocks broke into the temple… but I’m still not sure what they were after. They visited the Shrine of Lost Souls and the temple summit.” Akama paused to speak to the guard at the entrance to the Halls of Anguish. “I have decided to trust this warlock… for now. Allow her to move about the temple freely.” The guard nodded and stepped aside to let them pass. “It will take many years for us to undo the damage that Magtheridon, Illidan, and the fel orcs did to this holy place.” Akama sighed heavily. “Within lies the Shrine of Lost Souls. The souls of thousands of my fallen brethren remain within this area. Use caution, there are many traps here.” His voice turned sour. “Perhaps one of your demon spells will grant you the ability to scout ahead before advancing forward.” He stalked away.

Kalaneia decided to take the hint as another good-faith gesture. She was certain that Akama knew exactly what “demon spell” he had referred to so obliquely. She summoned her Eye of Kilrogg and began to explore the broken hallway leading down into the shrine. Through the Eye, she saw a maze of shadow traps.

This was… new since she’d been here last with the Scryers… The Eye of Kilrogg wasn’t just useful for spying, though. By using it to place a series of Demonic Gateways, Kalaneia easily navigated the invisible maze.

When she stepped into the Shrine of Souls, Jubeka’s soulstone released another memory.

No sooner had the memory ended than an entity similar to the Essences of Suffering, Desire, and Anger that Kalaneia had defeated before arose from the back of the chamber and sprang to attack her.

Between being caught flat-footed and the fury with which the Essence of Order attacked, Kalaneia barely defeated it. In fact, she died to its flames mere moments after it succumbed to her spells. Fortunately, she had taken the precaution of storing her soul in a soulstone of her own before entering the maze.

As it fell, the reliquary shouted, “If you love demons so much, then you shall have them!” The hallway leading back to the Halls of Anguish was now free of the shadow traps and filled with demons that had apparently been bound within the Essence of Order. If Kalaneia had come here a few years ago, when she first received the mysterious book in her mailbox, these demons might have been troublesome for her. As it was, she and Mezzthyk squashed them like bugs.

Akama was waiting for Kalaneia near the exit of the Halls of Anguish. More fallen demons lay all around him. He glared at her suspiciously. “Kalaneia!” he barked, “Some of my men are trapped in the basement. There is little time. Help me save them!” Without waiting for her reply, he ran through the door leading down to the area where Gurtogg Bloodboil had once been kept.

Kalaneia almost started after him, but then she remembered that he’d said that the other warlocks had also gone up to the temple summit. Now could be her chance to get up there and locate Jubeka without interference! Pausing briefly to dismiss Mezzthyk and summon Pagnar, she headed toward the Den of Mortal Delights. The imp became very excited as they entered the lair of Illidan’s blood elven minions. “There’s gotta be some riches around this place!” Pagnar exclaimed. His voice took on a pleading, whining tone, “C’mon, boss, you know you want to…”

Sure enough, the Ashtongue had not yet finished cleaning up this part of the temple. Small gems and gold coins lay scattered all about. Kalaneia began picking up all that she saw. Soon, she noticed that there were more valuable items, such as rings, necklaces, and golden dishes, too. She began to collect these items, as well. After about five minutes, however, she stopped short. “This is a waste of time,” she said, dumping the pile of trinkets on Pagnar. “Take this junk and get rid of it, and bring me whatever money you get for it.” Pagnar took the loot and vanished, cackling gleefully.

A lone Shivarra remained on the terrace once occupied by Mother Shahraz. It was easily defeated. Kalaneia raced through the promenades and council rooms of Illidan’s higher-ranking servants until she reached the doors to the temple summit. Illidan’s runes still glowed there, but they no longer bound the doors shut.

As she pushed open the doors, Pagnar popped out at her side. “We got a lotta cash for all that crap!” he chortled. Kalaneia glared at him, and he shut up.

Looking across the temple summit, Kalaneia spotted a soulwell at the far side of the platform. She hurried across to it. Somehow, she knew that if she placed Jubeka’s soulstone within it, she would know where to find the Forsaken warlock.


*Kalaneia had reached Revered with the Ashtongue Broken from soloing Black Temple for Mog gear.

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Studying the journal, Kalaneia wondered at first why Jubeka was wasting her time with the elementary summons that every novice Warlock learned. Eventually, she realized that the Forsaken woman’s methodical, thorough mastery of the simplest summonings was what allowed her to dare to attempt much more dangerous bindings.

The journal discussed Jubeka’s research at four locations in greater detail than others: Felspark Ravine in Hellfire Peninsula, the Ruins of Farahlon in Netherstorm, the Vim’Gol ogre circle in Blade’s Edge Mountains, and the Altar of Damnation in Shadowmoon Valley.


It still seemed wrong to go through a Mage portal in Orgrimmar instead of the Dark Portal in the Blasted Lands to get to Hellfire Peninsula. Almost as soon as she stepped out into the oven-like heat of that ruined land, Kalaneia became aware of a curious tingling sensation on her arms, her shoulders, and the back of her neck. It felt cold, somehow. She flew slowly along Felspark Ravine toward Thrallmar, scanning the ground below her and wondering how well Jubeka had hidden her soulstone. The tingling sensation began to feel warmer, then suddenly flared into a burning even hotter than the ambient temperature. The burning subsided as quickly as it had begun, and her arms were feeling chilly again by the time she approached the outer stockade of Thrallmar.

Seeking a hidden object… Cold — and then hot — and then cold again… It was like a game that children played… Kalaneia turned her flying mount around and went back along Felspark Ravine, even more slowly this time. When the tingling sensation flared into almost unbearable heat, she brought her mount straight down. Carefully, she searched around and underneath the rocks where she had landed. Hidden in a crevice, so deeply in shadow that she might have missed it if she didn’t know what she was looking for, she found it: a dark purple gem, glowing faintly with a swirling inner light, smooth on some of its faces and jagged on the others. As soon as she grasped it, the tingling sensation completely disappeared.

This Jubeka is very clever, Kalaneia thought.


Although the Vim’gol ogre circle in Blade’s Edge Mountains was closer — and she would pass it on the way — Kalaneia decided to go next to the Ruins of Farahlon, in Netherstorm, because that was the next place that Jubeka had mentioned in her journal. Once again, as she approached the indicated location, her arms, shoulders and neck began to tingle: cold — colder even than the ambient temperature of that wasteland — then warmer, then suddenly burning. She found the soulstone fragment buried in a heap of shattered furniture and other rubble in one of the collapsed dwellings near the outer edge of the ruined town. When she pulled the gem from its hiding place, ghostly figures appeared in the street outside the house. Kalaneia realized that Jubeka had imbued this fragment with a memory of something that she had learned here…


The Vim’gol ogre circle was littered with a disgusting detritus of magical implements, ingredients, and residues that contained several soulstones or fragments of soulstones. Some of them even still glowed. When Kalaneia put her hand on the correct one, though, she knew it immediately — not only because the tingling on her skin stopped, but also because another memory appeared…


The final soulstone fragment lay at the foot of the summoning cirle that still glowed in the earth before the Altar of Damnation. Although it seemed to be lying in plain sight, Kalaneia was certain that only a Warlock who was attuned to Jubeka’s journal would see it as something other than one of the myriad dull pebbles scattered around the site. This fragment, too, held a memory…

This memory was clearly non-trivial. Quite astute, that Kanrethad, to choose someone who disliked and distrusted him, to ensure that they would banish him, and banish him well, should he fail.

With all four fragments of Jubeka’s soulstone now collected, it took Kalaneia only a few minutes to puzzle out how the jagged faces fit together. Holding the broken soulstone with the pieces correctly aligned loosely in her hand, she wondered how to make it whole again. Aha — in the rituals for summoning and for banishing, there was a repeated string of syllables that meant something more or less like “binding”. Perhaps if she incanted just those syllables… Even as her lips began to form the syllables, she saw that the pieces had fused together and the soulstone now lay whole in her hand. But it was empty.

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