Fabled Deeds

*Season 1 "Season of the Starling", Event 3 "Fabled Deeds"*

## Event Highlights

#### **On the Highborne slaver ship**

The echoes of the Eclipsed items you possess sparked to life, and soon enough your whole skin shimmered: vibrantly cerise and incandescent. For in the void created by the absence of all others… one magic, that should equally not be, flared forth. Sa’tara’s gift of corruption made itself manifest in all the elves who donned it, alongside the revelation of her subtlety thus far: saving her duplicity until this act of salvation could be brought upon you, directly in defiance of Azshara’s will.

Within the Stasis coated cage the fallen priestess has been veiled with a mooncloth shroud, as Alathea, Maestra and Marinda are huddled in an old Kaldorei prayer, yet it sounds like they’re giving praise to more than just the natural philosophy of alara’shinu, given a particularly odd verse spoken as if from the perspective of Elune. If you happen to be paying attention to them, the hushed words are: “The Dead shall Live, My slain shall rise again / Awake and sing ye that dwell in the forests / For my dew is the dew of the Morning / And with it the Earth shall give birth to Her dead”.

From the decks directly above you a bell station rings – and as all hands are called on deck to repel the boarding invaders, the rites of the Moon Priestesses are suspended, now looking towards you for answers and action. The nature of this enemy is obscured from you, but as you came to from the Titanic machination, you could swear you heard noises coming from right outside the hull, and skitter upwards… even if your section is theoretically submerged.

#### **Timewalking as their Highborne ancestors**

Out of the 300 Keepers of Eternity who answered Azshara’s call, Varo’then commanded 255 hoplites – barely enough for a syntagma – yet more than enough to bring the Queen’s enemies to heel. His orders were to strike down the hubristic Zandalari and lead the way on the ground, once the gates had been swung open to receive him.

Xavius, royal advisor and foremost talented sorcerer, led 36 of his magi atop hippogryph backs. They were brimming with arcane and stolen druid magic – having seized the ability to commune with the creatures of the wilds. He would pave the way for Varo’then, going by way of air.

The remaining 6 were a motley crew of forces, each possessing abilities wilder than the last – each having proved their mastery over Arcane a thousand times over. Each having displayed enhanced martial forms and lethality in combat. The right fit for their task of subterfuge and sabotage – they would count on the guidance of Lady Vashj, the Queen’s most favored handmaiden – as hers would be the way of the water: focused on her task she patiently rowed them up the flooded river.

The strategy had always been to lie in wait and exploit the enemy’s weakness from within. Yet, hours prior, before crossing the border into Zandalari lands and setting sail up the river, the marching army had stumbled upon a blasphemous sight. At the opening of the mountain path that would lead them into the temple-city, the callous trolls had placed a grisly totem to ‘welcome’ the foreign invaders. “Have they truly no sense of self-preservation?” mused Xavius, with cold anger – as before them stood an amalgam of Kaldorei corpses: the reputed villagers that had been abducted. With their souls long gone, the butchered limbs and faces had been rearranged, forged into a grotesque parody of a statue depicting Azshara’s likeness.

With the same look of seething anger and determination, Varo’then urges us on: “Behold, Highborne! See how these mongrels are undone by their own hubris. They’ll be welcomed by the loving arms of the Queen herself any moment now, so move out!” knowing fully well what to expect, now that the mad worshippers of Bwonsamdi had just incurred Azshara’s wrath. Whatever plans we had set for ourselves, we had best acted on them quickly.

#### **At the end**

The fabled crown of Rahu’ai tumbles from the battleground. Electrified with Akunda’s blessing, the gold crown rolls on, leaving behind a trail of blood, before it finally tilts over. Separated during the fall, the crown’s bijou shines with dancing lights of an eternal storm, having fulfilled the Loa’s bargain of heralding a new beginning – as now the future rests within your hands, and in those descendants’ that will bring forth the Empire’s end.

Your already milk-hazy vision takes over the rest of your sight, and from the blinding white you are pulled back. The light encroaches on you, blinding you. No prisoners, no mercy. Your consciousness fades. A good start…  And you awaken, with the dew of the morning nourishing your face. The storm clouds had gone, and now the sun shines again – directly beneath it, the black sails of a Sunfury mast bask in all its glory.

## Event Gallery

Orias Naga skewers Kaldorei sailorSlaughter siteBell stationRed Sun witness Aurax's ritualTitanic relic found after shipwreckingVashj introductionThe way of water, Vashj's planChase in Troll CityRahu'ari phalanxMisshapen child of AkundaKing Rahu'ai, Atu, and M'baraFabled Deeds TW lootFabled Deeds EC loot