Throm’ka, Traveller!

On this day I bring you news of Glory and Honor! The Followers of Lady Nyx sing Songs of Victory!

LOK’TAR OGAR!

Last night, the Followers of Lady Nyx and their Horde allies took war to the castle of Stormwind itself! For many years the vile Pig-Dog Varian Wrynn has ruled from his vile throne in Stormwind City. There, from his fancied throne, he has gleefully seized the wares of our people to his greedy heart’s content. Not only did the Horde take the battle to Stormwind City, but we took war to the Pig-Dog’s castle itself! We took the castle as Wrynn himself had taken our land, but unlike the grubbish slaves of Wrynn, we gave our enemies swift and merciless death rather than enslaving their bodies and souls. The Alliance of Pig-Dogs had fought the Horde in many battles in Kalimdor that day, but the Horde endured! The Horde survived! And the Horde took the battle right to the feet of the King of Pig-Dogs!

LOK’TAR OGAR FOR OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS!
LOK’TAR OGAR! WE SING SONGS OF VICTORY!

Till we meet again, Traveller, perhaps in the Halls of Stormwind itself!

Throm’ka, Traveller!

Welcome again to the Halls of Lady Nyx, our Great Lady of Mysterious Shadows. I truly wish it were under better circumstances, for tonight we sing glorious Lok’vadnods, songs in honor of our fallen. On this night, The Great Misstress Ulua T’aarnia, Paladin of the Holy Light, sought to be wed in marriage to her beloved. But instead, she took her own life. Her spirit now resides on Oshu’Gun, the Great Mountain of Spirits. She rode with us many times in battle, but now her soul rests. We shall sing of her till the end of all times.

LOK’TAR OGAR!

But such tragedy is what can happen when one dances with the enemy. Perhaps such a doomed union was not meant to be. An elf and a dwarf? A Nightwarder of Nyx and Oflannigan, a vile dwarf of Republic?

Many of the Horde and Alliance were unsettled by this!

True love was revealed as a lie!
Oflanigan spat upon Ulua and turned his back upon her!

This betrayal wounded Ulua more than anything! The betrayal of Oflannigan was more grievous of a wound than even the wounds inflicted on Ulua by the Horseman of All Hallowed Eve!

NIGHTWARDER ULUA T’AARNIA LEAPT FROM ALDOR RISE!
HER BODY WAS BROKEN ON THE STREETS OF SHATTRATH CITY!

The Tribe of Nyx could not tolerate such a vile betrayal!
Nyx and Republic fought in Nagrand for what seemed to be an eternity.

The Horde defeated the Alliance in Nagrand that day…. but in the end, the Tribe of Nyx had truly lost.

Traveller, if there is one person that you treasure… if you have a mate, then I implore you to keep them safe in these dark times.

Till we meet again, Traveller. Perhaps by then, the chill here in the Halls of Nyx shall be gone.

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Throm’ka, traveller! Welcome again to the Halls of Nyx!

The spirit of War continues to stretch its fingers over the world, but the Horde still endures.

Among the many battles is the fight we fight against the Alliance in Wintergrasp. Despite the efforts of the Dogs of Stormwind, Wintergrasp Fortress continues to remain firmly in the grip of the Horde. Due to the ease of all our victories, we decided to remind our enemies within the Alliance that Wintergrasp Fortress still exists.. Thus, one of our glorious scribes fashioned up this wondrous postcard, which was delivered to the Alliance in Stormwind by a speedy messenger of the Steamwheedle Cartel.

We shall meet again, traveller… perhaps in Wintergrasp Fortress itself.

LOK’TAR OGAR!

((Thanks to Elena for making the postcard after yet another of the many Horde WG victories!))

To the Reader…
Good Evening fellow Nyxians! I must proclaim, tis’ a wonder to be amongst the halls of Nyx in these times. This very script may be the most important in Nyxian history, as it is fervent with glorious acquisition. The world of Azeroth has been purged of a notorious villain, and under Nyx’s banner has it been seen forthcoming. But this, my concomitants, is but an inch of what has graced our very eyes. Peruse these words with hubris, as we bask in the nocturnal elegance that is… Nyx.
Your devoted scribe and servant …
-Whisper

The Fall of the Lich King!!!

The corridors of Icecrown echo with the lamentations of the once lost specters of the fallen. The affixed souls of all the world’s mortal races savor a soothing calm as the bastard king, Arthas Menethil, is laid to eternal rest. The Lich King and his ilk were dispatched by the elite cell of raiders defeated the Lich King shouting “Nyx!” from the peak of Icecrown Citadel. Remember these times Nyxians, for history is written but once, and when our descendents look back upon these pages may their bosoms swell with a pride mightier than the strongest of Thrall’s thunderbolts! We, who align ourselves to the Shaded Lady’s bidding, shall stay the prominent hand of the Horde. But take heed all, enemies and comrades alike, this is but an inch of our legion’s might! Our feats shall be roared across mountain tops, yet our existence whispered within rumor. Our influence shall invoke a fire in the hearts of all the Horde, yet strike terror in those of our adversaries. Our strength shall stand prominent as we uphold the foundations of destiny. This world is ours to own. It is out birth right. We are hands of Lady Nyx. We are the Horde…

A group of Nyx's finest stand before the remains of the Lich King

…And the Return of Nocturnal Queen!

Lady Nyx

LADY NYX HAS RETURNED! My words do not suffice for the truth behind the event. As we all gathered to discuss the state of our guild, there she appeared before our unknowing eyes. The Mistress’ presence brought hope for the faithful and terror to the faithless. Our hearts stilled in her presence as she addressed her champions one by one. I tell you children of the night, words are but meager in comparison to the euphoria of it all…

Gathering of the followers of Lady Nyx

With the return of Lady Nyx, our ambitions were reignited as we once again saw with our own eyes the meaning behind our resolve. However, the Shaded Mistress brought with her prophecies of a bleak future. The future where the skies are riddled with black as smoke blots out the sun… A future where earth torn asunder and hell walks upon its face… A future where the survival of all shall be put into question… And most ominous of all, an enemy of Lady Nyx and all things living for that matter, shall bring to Azeroth nothing but terror and anguish. But what are we to do? How will we survive? Time shall tell… For now, all we can do is wait.

In Parting…

I leave you all with much to consider. Such as in life, when one circle ends, another begins. With rise of a beautiful moon come the shadows that develop in its presence. Your devoted scribe leaves you all to ponder, as so shall he. Think of your allegiance. Ask yourself what makes this legion so prominent. But if one were to ask me the question, “Where will Nyx stand in this existence?” Then I would bequeath to thee, “Why, at the summit of course…”

Your servant,
Whisper

To the Reader…

Hark, Children of the Night, and lay awake as your humble servant hums our Legion’s song. Unto us has the Lady of Shadows bestowed tidings of promise as revelations are enacted before our eyes. Rest your battered armaments. Let the tribulations of existence roll off of your shoulders. Take a moment to absorb the current events. This is the testament of our victory. This… is the Murmur.
~ Whisper

Insidious

The halls of our citadel clamored with might, as Nyxians fervently awaited the arrival of their new brethren. Hopes reignited as a sign of our Lady’s hand arose. Whilst traversing the planes of existence, the Lady of Shadows made a pact with an elite cell of champions who carried upon their vestments the word “Insidious”. The mighty few traveled from their native plane of existence to meet the entity that was Nyx, in hopes of discovering the truths of existence while in return, serving Lady Nyx with their unmatched prowess. They brought with them not only promise, but truth that somewhere amongst the infinity, Lady Nyx was active. The assembly was legendary, as two mighty forces banded together under a single banner …

‘Twas a bitter cold morning on the Borean Tundra, as Ianodil scurried passed the unending bastion of arachnid Scourge and the tired and weathered guardians of Warsong Hold. A quick salute from the grizzly watch followed the exalted mage, as he hurriedly jaunted up the flight of steps to the War Room.

Ianodil looked across the crowd, seeing an apathetic Hellscream sitting upon his throne. In the center piece of the room stood a frozen divide. High Overlord Saurfang quietly chatted with the Nyxian representatives regarding the following situation. Ianodil waited as to take in the moment mentally capturing the scene before him; to his left, the curious Nyxians whispering amongst themselves of the rumors surrounding the glorified heroes in front of them, and to his right, the elite cell of Insidious soldiers waiting patiently to proceed.

The Oracles of Lady Nyx welcome their new brethren

Ianodil took a breath, and walked into the crowd. A quick nod to his authorities was all that was needed to begin. The full transcript of the proceedings are posted in our guild hall.

In parting…
The era of Nyx is on the brink of the revelation a new era within these halls. With new bright champions joining their wards as they charge into victory and powerful allies taking arms amongst our fold, the dawning of a new age of Nyx is imminent and welcomed. Our Dark Lady has shown her influence to us once more, now all that is needed is to bask in her prominence once more. Stay close, and listen thoroughly, for the murmurs carry with them the evidence of hope.

Your Servant
~ Whisper

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

To the Reader…
Welcome to the second edition of The Murmur! Thankfully, our vendors haven’t been arrested or killed, so we sentient beings of the shadows can stay informed and accessible. This week’s issue discusses some topics that are in dire need of attention, so make sure to read and contribute! And remember to please burn this copy of the Murmur after reading, so as to inhibit interlopers from scavenging through our affairs. Thank you, and enjoy!
– Whisper

Calling Up The Draft: Icecrown Citadel Must Fall! (10 Man ICC)

Ice Crown Citadel

The Fortress of the Lich King mocks us every day it is allowed to stand erect! The Nyx has decided they would lead a unified front through its gates and to the bastard king his self! However, there can NEVER be too many recruits when it comes to Scourge slaying, so find your nearest Night Warder and sign up!

Sign up on the calendar now!

BE PREPARED! CHECK OUT INTELLIGENCE REPORTS ON THE HORRORS INSIDE BEFORE ATTEMPTING TO JOIN AN ASSAULT ON ICE CROWN CITADEL!!!

Uncle Warzen Needs YOU!

Warzen Zenatine Stonefield

The Dark Lady’s raiders have met dire straits as of late. Hristoforos, Night Warder and Commander of the Ward of Trials, has taken an important leave of absence to correspond with duties in far off lands. In his stead, three generals, Warzen, Op and Filarius, have taken the responsibility over the Ward in his place. The Murmur sent one of our more… brusque correspondents to tackle an interview with Nyx’s cannibalistic poster child, Warzen, in order to ascertain what the Ward of Trials is in need of to carry out top priority missions against the Lich King’s citadel. This is what we procured…

Ianodil sauntered into the Apothecarium of Undercity to meet up with his interviewee, Warzen, and finds him in a small niche in the laboratory, chewing on something: “Ah… so you are the infamous Warzen hmm?”

Warzen stares at Ianodil while munching on what appears to be the arm of a human: “Maybe…”

Ianodil growed a scowl out of disgust: “Yes… Well… I have come representing the Murmur, in hopes of acquiring information. In short, what is the Ward of Trials… in need of?” He continued to watch in disgust as Warzen casually grazed on the limb.

Warzen answered back with a mouth full of flesh: “Less pink skins… less cows… Need to make room for the Forsaken Brotherhood.”

Ianodil twitched out of lack of comfort: “Well… Okay. Let us say we were all Forsaken then. What would you suggest in that animus?”

Warzen: “Well… we need more straight fighter types… You know, hard heads who can swing a sword with finesse… and beat humans in the face.”

Ianodil noticed the progress and continues: “I see…“

Warzen: “And two more thinkers who can order a battalion around decent like; even if it’s an obvious death sentence.”

Ianodil: “So… more melee damage dealers and two capable raid leaders?”

Warzen burped as hot flesh smelling reek permeated Ianodil’s face: “Yup’… Face beaters… leaders… Oh! And fat boys!”

Ianodil was wiping the mucus and flesh matter off of his brow while on the verge of having a meltdown: “Fat… boys?”

Warzen: “Hearty guys… you know, tanks?”

Ianodil: “Oh of course…”

Warzen: “Oh!” Warzen raised his limb dinner in the air out of agitation. “Bring your own damn potions, flasks, elixirs and gold for repair bills! This ain’t no charity!”

Ianodil: “Heh… you speak some sense… I commend self sufficiency.”

Warzen: “Yeah, yeah… Bring those AND make sure you have the time to stick it out all the way… Did I mention bring consumables? Well yeah… DO IT!” *He proceeded to take an aggravated crunch out of his limb.

Ianodil: “Well… that sounds sufficient. Thank you for your time Night Warder. I’ll make sure to inform the masses of this.”

Warzen grunted: “Want some Troll Tusk Soup?”

Ianodil peered at Warzen as a maelstrom develops in his bowels: “……………. No.”

Warzen: “How about some excrement brownies?”

Ianodil ran away… far, far away concluding the interview.

In short… THE WARD OF TRIALS NEEDS:
1. Two more capable raid leaders!
2. Tanks!
3. Melee DPS!
4. People who make time to STICK IT OUT ALL THE WAY!
5. Bring your own potions/flasks/elixirs and GOLD for repair bills!

Go to the guild hall to register your time schedule and class.

Interested parties can also apply for a Raid Leader position in the guild hall.

Fresh Meat…

Seriah

This was your very own scribe, Whisper, providing you with the latest of achievements and events in Nyx. The next time you’re wandering the slums of Murder Row, the Cleft of Shadow or the Sewers of Dalaran, pick up a copy of The Murmur from a shady dealer. May we all be baptized in darkness.
– Whisper

To the reader…

The Murmur will be your new facet of information pertaining to the Horde guild Nyx. I, your anonymous and devoted servant Whisper, shall be your guide in the upcoming weeks as we delve through the accomplishments of our own Nyxians as they make history. It is my sincerest hope that you rely upon these scripts to inform thee of the things done, and things to come. It is with my utmost felicity that I present to you… The Murmur.

May the Dark Lady baptize thee in penumbra… Whisper

An Unrivaled Tenacity: Glory to Growth and Nourishment!

A three week long struggle ensued as our very own Ward of Growth and Nourishment faced Kil’jaeden the Deceiver.

This achievement was inimitable however, because it was a GUILD FIRST! The Dark Lady knew that Kil’jaeden’s evil encroached upon her dynasty since his first intervention in Azeroth, so, in the Lady’s name, proud banners of the Horde and Nyx were taken up by her own legion, destroying her enemy even in her absence. What a proud moment it was as the banners were lodged in the floor of the Sunwell, gleaming with the gloss of felblood and the radiant glow of the newly reactivated Sunwell.

These precious captured moments are the courtesy of our own Filarius and Galeandra. To see the story itself, step into this plane… viewtopic.php?f=9&t=4994

To Look in the Face of Death, and Smile…

Another grand feat was attained by our brethren, as a merciless cell of Nyxian raiders and fellow Horde allies donning the banner of the “The Enforcer” infiltrated the kingdom of the Lich King, and battled their way to his very throne. They all took a moment to reconcile with the status of their situation, as memories of the Lich King’s tyranny besieged their consciousness. Hearts hardened as the razor sharp Icecrown winds whistled atop their vestments. As the brave few stood before him, they remembered everything… all the loved ones lost… all the missions completed… all the devious plots quelled… and as certain as they all felt, Filarius stated the thought on everyone’s mind as he clenched his weapon in hand, “At the end of all things.”

This captured memory was courtesy of our very own Filarius. To see this story for yourself, step into this plane… viewtopic.php?f=9&t=5039

A Caliginous Elegance: Stodesgier the Umbral Champion

A new face illuminates the halls of the Lady’s chosen champions, as the acceptance of Felmage Stodesgier Damonisch, Umbral Champion of the Ward of War, was constituted days ago. This tactile caster is recognized as a demon on the battlefield for his deadly malice, as he reaps his enemies and takes the liberty of relinquishing them of their souls. One may also recognize him as the Champion of the Horde, recalling when he earned the title in a tourney amongst our Horde peers not too long ago. Stodesgier promises to vanquish the Lady’s foes, stating “My shadows serve only the dark lady… ” and in turn brings great promise to future of the Ward of War. I pray for any fool that wrongs “The Fel Rose of the Twisting Nether”, for afterward you may find yourself convulsing as his favored minion Vilora strangles you with her whip, and the last image you see are of his beguiling eyes as he siphons your soul.

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Ominous Events Ensue… Find Our Lady Nyx!

Our Legion has awaited the return of our Dark Lady for a time now. As earth tremors shake the foundations of our fears, we look to our druids for answers as Lady Nyx scours the planes seeking remedy. The council has decided our wait has been far too long, so we are now taking initiative to find the Lady of Shadows. Nyxians have come together to establish a new campaign and have attributed to “The Search for Lady Nyx!” The more we seem to search however, the more augur develops…

Take initiative in the “Tremors Investigation” and join the search right here! viewtopic.php?f=13&t=5002

Rumors From the Bard’s Chamber.

Partedhair

The Nyxian community flourishes with intrigue as of late. Some members have claimed to find pages of a journal that may belong to one of our very own Nyxians, Partedhair, and have begun to bind the pages together for him here viewtopic.php?f=15&t=5059.

The bride Leoness

Fresh Meat…

The Dark Lady has been offered a new regiment of servitors to give they’re lives for her cause. This last weeks herd consists of… Vindicta, a well-read paladin embracing the Ward of Lore. Let us hope “The Light” will protect him from the perils he must endure while in the service of our Lady…  viewtopic.php?f=39&t=4603

This was your very own scribe, Whisper, providing you with the latest of achievements and events in Nyx. The next time you’re wandering the slums of Murder Row, the Cleft of Shadow or the Sewers of Dalaran, pick up a copy of The Murmur from a shady dealer. May we all be baptized in darkness.

-Whisper

“As the world trembles beneath our treads, certain judgment creeps upon the sentient races of Azeroth. Nyx, the opaque jet of the Thrall’s legion, has always stood a firm representation the adamant determination, girth and freedom of the Horde. As the war with the Alliance quells, only lingering animosity thrives ever so sickly. However, as the blood dries on our blades and our spirits seek recuperation, the immediate quandary becomes evident; WHERE IS LADY NYX? For every enemy slain and every comrade lost, we look to our inspiration and find an empty dusted throne. We call out to the void… searching… wondering… waiting. Our cries echo out unto nothingness as reverberated shadows remind us of her dark embrace. And so, by the inclination of our very own Oracles, the Search for Lady Nyx has begun…”

-Whisper