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Gazette VIII

Nyx Defeats Al’ar

One day, I shall be prepared, as they say, to venture forth into the Black Portal. Then, I shall be able to truly chronicle the tales of Nyx as they confront the Burning Legion and all forces that seek to drive all noble creatures into the darkness. Alas, I am still dependent on my patron and master, Bael’spar “Guardian Fist” Mon’tisto, Light of the Sun’s Fury, and Bearer of Titles That Would Stagger a Lesser Being; for the goings on in the Outlands and beyond. I apologize if anything I report fails to meet the highest standard of accuracy.

In the purple reaches of the lands known as Netherstorm, Tempest Keep hovers its vigil, keeping the mana flowing from the Twisting Nether to a form more accessible by all who…need…mana. As I have taken lengths to learn, it was originally built by the Na’aru; a fact that the Blood Knights are loathe to impart to those not amongst their ranks. Although, they will follow up that Prince Kael’thas saw that the Na’aru weren’t managing it properly, and…acquired…the reigns. Under the current facility administration, the mana flows, and the Outlands are being reborn. A new age dawns free from the Twisting Nether.

The ruling of Tempest Keep is no easy task. Prince Kael’thas is not often able to avail himself to those that would like to speak with him. Still, my master Bael’spar was able to get invitations in to the Keep (or Eye as some call it) for some of the renowned members of Nyx. Due to unforeseen circumstances, my master was not able to journey with them, but Prince Kael’thas has sent him word of the visit.

Aside from manipulating the forces that form all creation, Prince Kael’thas is a lover of avian forms. Having access to a multidimensional forces, as the Eye is essentially a moveable Black Portal, Kael’thas was able to obtain the rarest of rare species, Al’ar the God of the Pheonix. This was not a safari capturing, but a meeting of like minds. For Kael’thas is a Sin’dorei amongst Sin’dorei. The two could only see themselves as equals.

It was Al’ar that Nyx first encountered. The tale that filters back to me involves someone being hungry. In response to the statement of that fact, another suggested that Roast Pheonix may be a delicacy beyond all reckoning. Yet another quips that the bird is already roasting, perhaps braising might be better. After some arguing and infighting, it is determined that a bird in the air will never go into the stomach. Thus, from…hunger…Nyx attacked Al’ar.

While the noble creature put up a fight, it was not enough to turn back the forces of Nyx. Beneath their claws, sword, arrows, axes, and other implements of war; did the golden bird die. Little time did they have to truly dine on their kill, for the Void Reaver Security System went into effect, forcing Nyx to leave with all due haste.

Linkan has vowed that the Void Reaver will perish for having touched his hair.

 

Bael’spar’s Fashion and Gossip

Yellow is the color to be wearing.  We are wearing it in honor of Uncle Kael’thas’s fallen friend and pet.  Al’ar, we shall miss the light you brought to us.  May your wings carry you on the winds of the universe.

 Eating foul is out for the month.

Nyx Gazette VII

Nyx Downs Magtheridon

It has been reported to me that a great foe has been defeated in the Outlands. Magtheridon has fallen beneath the might and power of Nyx. Yet, there are those that may not know of his offenses. Yours truly was amongst that group. I sought the answers some of you, no doubt, crave.

Hellfire Citadel in the center of the chasm in the middle of Hellfire Peninsula was home to armies of fel orcs. The numbers within that structure were unknown until my master, Bael’spar “Guardian Fist” Mon’tisto recommended that the terrace would make an imposing observation deck and entertainment hall for Thrallmar and the warriors of Nyx.

With this sentiment agreed at the higher levels within the guild, plans for the first major party there were made. The ramparts were cleared of the fel orc infestation, as were the inner halls and chambers.
After many weeks, it was felt that the fel orcs, if not utterly destroyed, were contained.

As though from some tale of horror, the fel orcs returned. Their numbers allowed them to spill over the Nyx and Thrallmar defenses. Our allies and friends were forced to retreat. The fel orcs destroyed or consumed all the things that had been brought forth for the festivities. To add more to the situation, a voice came from the very bowels of the citadel.

“You can’t hold me forever!” These are the first words heard from Magtheridon. The Magtheridon responsible for the corruption of many orcs, changing them from the noble ally most of us recognize into the fel orcs that cause so much problems for those on pilgrimage in the Outlands. From the Black Temple, his reign of terror over the orcish home world was near absolute.

With the fel orcs pouring out of the stonework, Nazgrel was forced to pull his orcs back to Thrallmar. The forces of Nyx worked a containment strategy, strikes were made against the forces that camped in the middle and upper areas. The daemonic voice from the depths continued to issue its rage.

“Illidan is an arrogant fool.” It was an allegiance with Illidan that lead our Prince Kael’thas to the path where he is also considered an enemy of Nyx and the Horde. Together, Prince Kael’thas and Illidan were able to oust Magtheridon from the Black Temple (although early translation of Grand Magister Rom’math’s journals have it as Black Citadel…)

Although Nyx is mighty, a foe like Magtheridon would be a major undertaking. Linkan and Barefoot began to aid fellow Nyxers in the preparation for what lie beneath Hellfire Citadel. With powerful enchantments and items brought about by our most skillful enchanters, alchemists, blacksmiths, and tailors; our forces were soon ready.

My master relates that Magtheridon is held in place by six cubes of shifting designs. Their enthralling pattern keeps Magtheridon in check by constantly altering. Once the fel orcs responsible for keeping the cubes in motion were killed, it was the duty of the nearest Nyxer to step in. These cubes were able to portray the power and glory that is Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider, and kept Megtheridon in check.

After this step was taken, it was small matter for the great demon to be brought low. I saw a pictograph of the head mounted within the walls of Thrallmar. Apparently the Hellfire Observation Deck is not the party spot my master was hoping it would be, but the forces of Thrallmar can revel in their new decoration.

One day I shall make the pilgrimage to the Outlands and see this Hellfire Citadel with my own eyes. Until then, I rely on my master’s descriptions.

The Warlock Plague

Aitana has uncovered a plague amongst the Horde, a plague of Alliance warlocks. Apparently, they are working foul magics against the Horde’s ability to communicate.

Be not concerned about your mail. They have not figured out how to confound that service. Instead, I will have to paraphrase Aitana’s findings in this matter.

When you encounter a member of the Horde that speaks some form of gibberish, then be on your guard. An Alliance warlock may be nearby. Killing that warlock is the only known cure. It is not always guaranteed to work, but apathy solves nothing.

Take note, become more aware of the various tongues spoken by the other races of the Horde. To orcish ears, I’m sure that Thalassian sounds more like gibberish than the melodic melding of thought and feeling that it is. Properly tuning your ear will alert you to true gibberish.

Bael’spar’s Fashion and Gossip

Uncle Kael’thas has once again returned to Azeroth. I’ve been trying to get in to see me, but it appears that he has fallen in with the ‘wrong’ crowd. A troll that had been chased from his terrace showed me a picto of Kael’thas’s face. It would seem that the ravages of mana addiction are eating away at the flesh that adorns most of Silvermoon City. Nyxers, my uncle needs help.

To Prince-Uncle Kael’thas Sunstrider, the Golden Magister, Lord of the Green Spheres, Saviour of the Sin’dorei; you are doing far too much. I’m sure that the lackeys that you have surrounded yourself with are, in fact, incompetent and can only tap mana and walk at the same time if you are there to coach them. But, you need to ask yourself, “Where’s the Kael-time?” You need to take that time. Might I suggest Un’goro Crater? The mud baths are relaxing and will rejuvenate your skin. The foliage is quite breath-taking as well. Perhaps you can get yourself a new pair of devilsaur sandals while you’re there.