A Fishy Peril

*Season 1 "Season of the Starling", Event 2 "A Fishy Peril"*

## Event Highlights

#### Finding Jarod & the Suramar Guard deserters

Amidst the washing cadence of the ocean, ancient Kalimdor’s night sky gives way to the rays of the moon, as your journey alongside the Western coast nears its end. Gathered in a clearing up ahead, a group of purpose-clad Kaldorei are illuminated by a shimmering veil of silvery starlight.

Their cyan capes fall along their forms, draping and partially obscuring the chainmail and plates that would otherwise glint under Elune’s gaze. Their hoods are pulled up, too. Wide and generously fitting, sown at the end of the draping cloaks, these are lined with snow-white wool – meant to keep the warriors warm as well as to convey the obvious: that Suramar’s Guard is, indeed, a long way from home.

Up ahead, their movements are precise, not wasteful – economical, even. Despite the obscuring cloaks and hoods, some truths do not escape you: 3 of the 4 are kaldorei women; lither figures, with slimmer and sharper ears – yet the male amongst them does not toil alongside them, instead he seems to be observing… almost expectantly waiting for one thing or another. The elven crew seems to have at one point exited as the victors in a skirmish with House Orias’s naga, as fluorescent blood stains the sands, and mixes with the white foam of the sea when the waves brush over the shoreline – likely belonging to the slain snakes. You can tell the elves still took time to honor their slain foes, trails of post-mortem dragging denting the sands, indicative of the Suramarians’ military creed or personal beliefs.

#### Entering Ara-Hinam

The thick fog of pestilence and death parted before your very eyes, finally indulging the moon her glow; a cold, pale light finally piercing through to bathe the sights before you. It was as if to boast the revelation of what it had been sheltering within. The ground beneath your feet was almost entirely made of shattered glass. Stained either by the paint of artisans or blood of innocents, this was the remaining detritus of the house of Elune.

No one could have been alive in the village, as rats ran rampant, scouring and skittering amidst the rubble, while scorch marks blackened what was left of it. The temple of worship, central to the village, had its ruins left upright solely as a warning: that nothing could have saved the denizens of Ara-Hinam. And now, it was as if the Goddess herself had turned her face away from this place – too ashamed to look at what had befallen her beloved children of the stars.

#### Royal Audience

Amidst the tranquil creaking of the highborne ship against the waves a bell suddenly rings stringently from outside… and a faded thud soon follows. As hurried footsteps indicate movement on the main deck, you may piece together that some other vessel must have docked with you. One sailor exclaims, louder than perhaps intended:  “The Lilac Cloaks! What are they doing here!?” before utter silence grips the ship afterwards; completely out of character for the sailors to be dead quiet when receiving somebody new aboard.

Azshara walked in first. Soaked from the rain, her pearly-white gown stuck to her skin. At parts translucent, it tightly wrapped around her form, eager to embrace what she had to offer, just like the incessant Blood Elves had been greedily clinging to her empire. Her royal guard leisurely walked in next, four Keepers of Eternity enriching the air with the overwhelming magic that now coursed through their veins. The silvery eyes of the Kaldorei had been replaced with the flaring white of unbridled Arcane, and those with keen senses would come to understand: this was the power of the Well incarnate, personified in the vessels that now stood among you.

Akin to a sudden onslaught of shivers, her head and shoulders twitched in reflex as Arcane powers expunged all that inconvenience from her. The fumes of residual magic dissipated, and her pristine appearance was made anew: blue skin gleamed in stark contrast to her amber eyes of prophecy, while her hair and garments draped even more fairly than the legends of old. In her arms… she held a relic, strangely unaccounted for in your version of events.

## Event Gallery

Jarod introductionNecromantic Naga riseThe pestilent village of Ara-HinamInverted Assassins find the Red SunHighborne ship infiltrationMaiev introductionMaiev and the missing priestessesAzshara introductionAzshara & the Keepers of EternityThe Queen's Royal GuardLoot "A Fishy Peril" TWLoot "A Fishy Peril" EC