Whisper heard around Azeroth!

[Hristoforos]

The sound of the fire crackles as the winds feed the flame. The elders of Sen'jin are busy about trying to plan a gathering. For the great master of the shadows has spoken. Great elders have call forth all races of Azeroth to hear the tale of the spoken whisper. "My fellow horde we have call you here today to give you the word from the long lost master of shadows." (reads from a scroll) " I am Hristoforos the great master of shadows. I no longer am a slave of the lands between sight and no sight. I have found a way to free myself and will be returning in my greatest form. My 80 winters have been well spend in search of wisdom and wisdom I have found. Upon my travels I have encountered a tribe of sorts that have accepted me as one of their own. They go by the name of Nyx. Though I have never met the Queen she has been a great one to serve. For this I will be asking the queen for a chance to become one of her elite members. I believe the rank is umbral champion. For I know the road wont be easy it is a chance I have to take as my journey will not be complete if I did not try. And for this reason I have freed myself and am returning. Master followers of the queen I ask you send this whisper Around Azeroth until the queen hears of it. Then and only then might I get my chance to weather the trials. Murder and Death (refers to his blades) are at her arms. Please prepare yourselves for I will appear from the shadows to reveal my ultimate form!"

We can turn this into an rp event if you would like!

[Asarelah]

Asarelah hears a hum, a buzzing.... Standing still she listens closely. A meer whisper teases past her ear, and she concentrates to catch it's intent. A broad smile spreads across her face. Weeping with great joy, she adds her voice murmuring on the wings of the wind........

" Hristoforos, you make us proud !! "

[Aitana]

Aitana took a few deep breaths and paused to soak in the sunshine. Something about meeting with Lady Nyx chilled her to the bone. Thankfully this meeting was not about a problem among her followers, but good news. She wanted Aitana to seek out Hristoforos and discuss his desire to become an Umbral Champion. That was a simple task. Aitana pulled out her hearth stone and reached out to contact him.

Hristoforos, can you meet me at our headquarters on Frey Island?

[Gorehorn]

Annoyed, Gorehorn shook his head, more vigorously than before.

Since re-doning his armor and once more taking on active duty for the Lady Nyx the buzzing of flies had become more intense and almost maddening.

Deciding enough was enough, he decided to approach Gohjira, a known and talented alchemist, to see if any elixir might remove his annoyance.

"HaHAH-ha-ha-ha" Gohjira laughed, " Dat be no buzzin bite-me bugs mastah Go'-orn, dat be da powah of joo Umbral Champion hearthstone! Sumtin be tryin to git joo atten-shun. Best yas luhks int'ah it soon."

Too chagrined by his initial lack of understanding, Gorehorn promised himself to correct the grinning troll later for his poor manners.

Tappng upon his stone his mind filled with the unmistakeble tones of the Lady Nyx. All thoughts of gory vengeance upon the troll was lost and only the cool confidence of power and honor of serving such a benevolent and near celestial being swept over him.

"My servant, Hristoforos the troll of shadows seeks to ascend into the ranks of my order. Assist the others and determine his worthiness. Do not test his service, that I have seen myself. Be mindful of his wisdom, his willingness to serve My will and aid those who follow me; his might and efforts to strengthen the order that serve me. These are what I would know from you."

The voice faded like a chill fog and Gorehorn was filled with a sense of loss at her presence leaving and need to fulfill her command.

Deciding that his own diplomatic skills have always been more suited to questioning the enemies of Nyx rather than her allies, Gorehorn decided to seek out Aitana, Diplomat of Nyx. Baelspar has the flowery words that none can surpass, but often hold as many insults as compliments if one is able to decipher what he says clearly.

Now, where would the most likely place to find Aitana be? For a tree, she certainly moved a lot....