The Murmur, III
Message To the Reader…
Welcome to the third installment of The Murmur! This edition is of the utmost precedence as it contains a bevy of radical content. Nyxians have been hard at work overcoming perilous hardships, while still finding the structure to fall our vilifiers. Yours truly has been overrun with the amount of intel received, and has worked tirelessly to provide our advocates with sufficient information so that they may relish in the eminence that is Nyx. Please luxuriate in this folio of The Murmur and take pride in the accomplishments of the children of the shadows…
– Whisper
An Unstoppable Force… Nyx Razes the Blood Wing!
The shadow of Nyx slowly creeps upon the threshold of the Lich King, dominating each quarter one by one. With a fervent dedication, a tenacious band of Nyxian raiders dominated the Blood Queen of the Blood Wing, and established a new front within the very foundation of Icecrown Citadel. A significant feat it was, as Nightwarder Filarius led the assault and the raid expertly executed the GUILD FIRST victory over the Blood Wing! Take heed to honor and respect your brave raiders as your pass them within these shadowy halls, as they will be leading Nyx into a future teeming with triumph!
Nyx slays the Blood Queen
End to Hysteria! The Oracles Recovered!
It was not too long ago that the Oracles of Nyx, Aitana and Asarelah, were kidnapped mysteriously and vanished from our sight for a nerve severing two weeks! The phenomenon left a dent in our will and sent the guild into a mad search for our leaders. The only clues Nyxians had to work off of were lost pages from Partedhair’s Journal. As plots developed, Nyx learned that senior member Partedhair was actually under the affects of mind control via a device implanted upon his cloak. Many were curious as to how Partedhair’s naturally broken orchish was suddenly replaced by refined, intellectual speech, and it was thus resolved that the culprit behind these events was a Dranei Shaman named Vehal, along with his cohort, a Night Elf Druid named Silvanea. For weeks, members pursued Partedhair, trying to find clues as to where the Oracles were being kept. Cryptic messages assuming that death would soon come to the Oracles led the Nyxians to a large scale search and delightedly, the Oracles were found safely at the stairs of Zul’Aman.
One of our correspondents, Ianodil, interviewed Oracle Aitana Tallbear after the rescue, and asked her about her time in captivity…
Ianodil pulled open a chair in the Ratchet Inn and motioned for the Elder to take a seat as a warm beverage awaited her on the table. Nyxian bodyguards stood vigilantly at the entrance of the inn and near the table, as others waited in shadows watching the surrounding areas. Ianodil took a seat, created a page of mage-paper and a pen, placed it on the table, then looked up at Aitana with a smile…
Ianodil: I must say, I am very pleased to see you with us again. The tribe was a little lost without its leaders. Ianodil looked behind him and noted all the guards standing by. How are you getting used to the armed escort everywhere you go?
Aitana: Well, they do keep me company, but are highly unnecessary. We Oracles may be wizened but we could also teach you sprouts a thing or two. Aitana pokes the table forcefully while smiling. But I understand how they feel. Ascending to these ranks makes us prime targets for war, so we take these roles knowing the peril. But also know that we are ever so thankful for the rescue our Nyxians achieved. For a time, we didn’t even know what was going to happen to us…
Ianodil: Ianodil nodded while jotting something down. Yes, yes… quite the event. So, do you recall how you in particular became a captive?
Aitana: Well… Aitana took a sip of her beverage and then leaned in with her hand covering the side of her mouth as if she were to whisper something. Ianodil also leaned in with his eyes widened. The guards tried to lean in to listen, but Aitana shooed them back. I adore herbs… I absolutely LOVE them. If there are herbs around, I simply cannot resist gathering them. Ianodil nodded while taking in the information. Many of the other Tauren share this fascination, so we are members of an herb enthusiast society. Aitana pulled out a card and slid it over to Ianodil’s side of the table.
Ianodil: Ianodil curiously looms over the card and studies it. He noted the words in green lettering, “ The Green People. “ Ianodil raises a brow while looking at the Elder. Aitana then recalls the card back into her sleeve. I see… Herb enthusiasts… Ianodil makes a notes.
Aitana: So… another individual contacted me with some very interesting information. Partedhair sent me a message telling be about how the Goblins over at the Sludgefen in the Barrens had developed new technology that could house herbs indoors. Aitana smiled broadly and continued. I was so ecstatic! Quickly her smile turned to a frown. However… it turned into a horrible situation.
Ianodil: Oh my… go on.
Aitana: I met Partedhair in Orgrimmar and he gave me a ride in his motorbike to the see this goblin creation. We reached the Boulder Lode Mine and had to fight our way to the bottom. The whole time… he spoke so… out of character. Much to my surprise, there was nothing of the sort there. I was very confused. I asked Partedhair to explain himself.He started a long speach about crimes against the Alliance. This was not the Partedhair I knew. He pulled out a gun and told me he was going to use a tranquilizer dart on me and take me somewhere to be executed for some crimes I never committed. I did all I could to try to escape, but it was no use. And then, before I knew I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Parted had turned and shot a tranquilizer at me. As I fell to the ground, I heard him muttering some things about our doom, and then everything went black.
Ianodil looked up in astonishment: By the Old Gods… What happened next?
Aitana took a sip of her tea: Well… I awoke next to Asarelah as we were both bound to a pillar on the Stairs of Zul’Aman. We tried to understand the situation at hand, but they had used magic to silence us and keep us under their control. Then, from the shadows came a Dranei and a Night Elf. They came up to each of us individually and began to say horrible things. Aitana looked off in the distance, clearly distressed at the memories. They said things like, “The hour of your demise is soon…” and other ranting.
Ianodil seemed a bit taken back by the whole experience and smiles at Aitana for support.
Aitana smiled: However…before we knew it you all came riding gallantly in to rescue us… I tell you Ianodil… Our hearts were warmed by our Nyxians dedication. Her eyes got misty and a tears rolled down her face. If only I could let all of them know how happy I was to see them. Aitana then straightens up and sniffs, wiping away her tears. But you all did your duty. Lady Nyx would be proud.
Ianodil rolled up the parchment and put it into one of his bags: Well, Oracle, I must say it is very good to have you with us again… It was astonishing how lost we were without you two. Yet, we must also decorate the leaders who took initiative to organize things and find you all.
Aitana: Yes, and it provides me with security knowing that our Nyxians can hold their own in times of difficulty. Aitana smiled then stood up.
Ianodil stood up: Well, thank you ever so much for your time Oracle, and it is a wonder to have you back with us again… Ianodil reached out with a hand for a shake.
Aitana walked passed his hand and gave him a warm hug instead: And it is good to be back… The guards rush to Ianodil with blades ready, but Aitana angrily looks up and shouts. Oh back away! I’m just giving him a hug! The guards recede with their heads hanging. Aitana then smiles at Ianodil. Goodnight sprout.
Fresh Meat…
This installment of recruits is vast and plentiful as we acquire more fodder… errmm… more servants for the Dark Lady. The Ward of War sees many new mugs while the Lore are thrown a young, yet knowledgeable priest. Watch these additions closely, and let us all see how they grow…
Ward of War ephemerals include: Hunter Alücard, Death Knight Shetara, Paladin Raibeard, Priest Hamdi & Druid Makura.
Joining the ranks of the Lore include Trevør, a young and enthusiastic priest… Let us hope keeps it as he faces the hard truth of this blood-ridden existence.
Thank you for partaking in another edition of, The Murmur. Do not forget to dispose of this copy so outsiders do not know of our affairs. May all of you be blessed in darkness…
Your servant… Whisper
