Project Snowclaw: A journey of self

Alnarra was wrapped in a heavier then normal cloak as the wind swept peaks of the north loomed over her shoulder. Giving a sigh her breath froze in the blistering wind, the snow falling with accumulation in feet rather then inches. Shivering she looked for her next location. Her raid of the Section 28 lab in Grizzly Hills had revealed the lab only recently abandoned and a cascade of experiments on druids for almost 10,000 years, going as far back as the war on the Satyr

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It had also given her the next hopeful clue in her search, a supply route that was identified in some of the paperwork had most of it coming through a small outpost located in the bitter north of the Storm Peaks, buried amongst the rugged terrain and hidden behind countless miles of rock and snow. Had she not spent so much time trying to get used to the various Section 28 facilities when she had started, she imagined it would have been impossible to find

Finally, there it sat before her eye; the doorway marked with several different keys. Arcane, Fel, Druidic, Shamanistic, and more all to ensure that whomever entered was capable. Luckily, she had managed to make a few fake keys for herself, quickly sliding each of the magically imbued devices into their slot, listening as the door began to whir to life with the sounds of mechanisms beginning to unfold behind it.

Her last adventure had proven to be laced with guards, but far from anything she was concerned about handling. Here though it was possible that what waited for her was far more than a common guard defending an abandon outpost. This was even during her tenure an active facility that was used to move supplies, experiments, and more through the Section 28 supply line. She had even met with the overseer for this depot during one of her staff meetings.

Making her way in, she was quick to shift to her Saberon form, conjuring forth an Ironwood Halberd. She wanted to make no mistakes with this place and had no intention of being taken off guard. When she entered though, the lights were dim, and the entire area seemed almost abandoned. Her ears and hair stood at attention listening and waiting for the tiniest sign of life.

It did not come, not even the faintest drip of water upon the ground was heard, instead only the quiet chill of the frozen north, not something she particularly delighted in even on the best of days.

Then she heard it, a voice

“Well well well… the prodigal daughter of the claw returns?” the whispered voice asked with a laugh.

She tried to focus on the source of the sound, unsure of where it might be coming from, to prepare herself for what she assumed would be the inevitable strike

“I told the priesthood that letting you go was a poor waste of time, and that eventually you would come crawling back to us one way or another”

Her eyes twitched, trying to find a shadow in the room, any clear indication of who or what was stalking her.

“Of course, you’re not here to return are you? You’re here about project Snowclaw”

“Who are you, show yourself” she stated calmly, holding her Halberd tight against her frame ready to strike at whatever wished to come leaping at her from the shadows.

“Oh now why would I go and do a thing like that when Tormenting you like this is so much more fun,” the voice practically grinned with excitement “You know they never let me come to the staff meetings, they said it might… dampen the mood”

The druidess let her eyes continue to search the room, starting to call upon Fey Magics to enhance her eyesight

“Oh there it is…” the voice whispered “Those enhancements, the training, all finally coming together. The eyes, the arcane shards pulsing through your blood, the augmentation to prevent the negative effects of chronomancy. The shamanistic charm they implanted in your lungs to help you underwater.” An open mockery in the tone

Alnarra was quiet still, clearly whomever ‘it was had made themselves aware of the seemingly countless little modifications that Section 28 had made to enhance her combat capabilities

“I told them you were enough, that the mastery of Fae, Ironwood, and This Saberon Form that we guided you too would be all that were required”

She paused at his last words, blinking a bit as she took a moment to try and take in what he had said.

“Oh look at that, the cat has come out with her curiosity and she doesn’t even know what it is she is hunting for. A finely crafted weapon that cannot see an answer so plain it is in front of her face.” The whispers continued now seeming to come from a variety of directions. “Project Snowclaw, the results of which are standing right in front of me and she doesn’t even realize it…”

Alnarra shifted in her position before speaking  “What do you mean?”

“You of all people should know that Section 28 doesn’t take risk… we never did and we never will. Our plans must be perfect, unknowable even to those who are supposed to know. It was all part of the plan my dear. From giving away your father’s position, to stationing your children at the same outpost, to sending Veraldan and yourself on that suicide mission”

The druidess suppressed growled, a deep seething hatred rising in her but she dare not speak, not shed this illusion of calm she hoped to maintain

“We needed the perfect weapon and well… you saw how spectactually the druids of the pack had failed. They lacked control, lacked stability. But a druidess? Now that might show some promise. And with these results we can create a more… stable tomorrow” it boasted

The druidess could take it no more and she began weaving her hands and fingers together an in intricate fashion, what followed was the saberon woman spitting a purple fire from her mouth lighting effectively torching the entire room. The shadows gave no answers even exposed to light, no person, nor source of the voice to be revealed

“Temper Temper” the voice chided “We created you, do you think we don’t know exactly what you’re capable of. From the fae magic implant in your eyes to the ironwood which you grow, it has all been according to plan. Though I must admit, I did not expect you to come… so far” a small laugh followed “Nevertheless, plans have been set in motion and you brought us such a wonderful treat to experiment upon next~”

“Inodraen!?” She called out a look of shock and horror on her face

“Yes who would know that you would draw yourself so close to another druid with such a delightful and… useful tie to Ashamane” the voice snickered “But I’ve teased you enough. Till next we meet Alnarra Elsora Stargrove”

The voice stopped and the druidess roared with contempt. She felt utterly played

Project Snowclaw: Grizzly Determination (BFA)

_{The druidess sat with a quietness about her. Her eyes drifted towards the sky above, flickering her ears with an almost annoyance. Having come to the Grizzly Hills almost four days ago, she already sensed a palpable lack of reason for being here. There was no evidence of a Section 28 base, nor any reason to believe one had existed in the region. Nevertheless, her informant in Desolace had assured her that the answers she sought would be here. So she sat at the small cabin, her eyes scanning across the documents with a certain laziness.}

_{Reports from scouts, horde and alliance both, sat on the desk scattered like leaves in the fall. Every one of them had sorted through and categorized without so much as a whisper of help. The ink from Alnarra's quill replaced so many times that she lost count. Yet she knew she must persist if she wished to gain any insight into this secret project.}

_{Striking out from the cabin on a late summer's eve she began to make her way towards the fallen world tree. It marked the land alike a scar upon a patient, rotted and festering. the hope was the residents of this land, the furbolgs, could provide insight her own people couldn't. So she marched to the almost city-like structure they had constructed in the fallen tree. It was curious being in a place so holy to druids yet feeling so disconnected.}

_{Her reason for being here was far from religious and if anything, she wished to leave. The sooner she returned to her wife and the Storm Glaive the happier she'd be. It was at least relaxing to escape the drums of war that beat across the land. Here though there was a silence, almost unsettling in its nature. Biting her lip she took a deep breath and approached one of the fubolgs.}

_{The creatures, even with their ties to Elune, were devoid of the intelligence gifted to elf and man. Still, they could communicate, and as she explained the nature of her hunt the creature seemed to laugh.}

_{"They said that you would come, though I did not expect their tongues to ring true" the furbolg explained. "The people who spoke are far to often tied to shadow and lies that the off chance of the truth is rare."}

_{This certainly sounded like Section 28. Lies and shadows were the modus operandi for the organization. In light of the news, the druidess began to think this trek hadn't been in vain. Looking the beast over she demanded more.}

_{"You are the cat they sought to grow" it responded, "Near the sea, they gather, look there for your shadows".}

_{It was a frustrating response, but at least it provided a clue. Without hesitation, the druidess thanked her recently met furbolg friend. While she had reason to question why the first furbolg she spoke to might have the information, she was in no mood to. Throwing caution to the wind she made for the nearest coastal region.}

_{Though she expected something to be waiting for her, all she found among the sands was the howling wind. There were no tracks and no signs of any sort of base. Instead, it was the calm waves crashing against the sands like the land itself was breathing. A growl overtook her as she kicked at the sandy beach wishing this was not some game.}

_{"Come out damnit" she demanded of no one in particular. "I do not have time for these games, I need answers" her shouts continued. "What is project Snowclaw, and why was I never b--".}

_{But before she could finish her sentence the word Snowclaw set events in motion. As she stood on the beach, a shockwave of energy began to pulse through the ground. The druidess looked down with a mild concern before shifting. She had no intention of finding herself caught off guard in a place like this.}

_{With a heavy sigh she raised her claw-like hands in a defensive posture, her hair stood on end. Then from behind, she heard footsteps on the sand. As if out of thin air 4 men in hooded robes appeared, each holding a dagger.}

_{"Really?" the woman questioned shaking her head. The words were brief; yet, as it did not take long for the hooded individuals to make their attack. They charged headlong and the druidess met each with a treant cloaked in Fae magic. "Evens the odds" she smirked handling the man attacking her by throwing him over her head. As he hit the soft sand of the beach roots reached up from the depths of the earth to drag him beneath.}

_{Another man fell as the fae cloaked claw of another treant pierced his gut leaving him to bleed out on the sands. It took little time and effort to make short work of the attackers. A fact that also made the druidess uncomfortable. Still, though, this was no place to be getting cold feet, there must be an explanation for this trail.}

_{Looking about she caught glimpse of a change in the waters. They seemed to be breaking on something not there before. A smirk crossed her face as she made sure all her assailant lay dead or dying on the beach. She was going to get her answers one way or another.}

Project Snowclaw (BFA)

The woman walked quietly through the storm-soaked streets of a small village just north of Ferelas. Her ears gave a gentle twitch as she pulled the hood of her cloak above her head keeping her head low as she glanced at the cobble work below. Alnarra was on a mission to find answers, and if that meant employing less then ethical tactics, so be it. The druidess had always known that Section 28 had gone to great lengths to compartmentalize information. Even as the commanding officer of the organization there were always projects and matters kept away from her peering eyes.

One such project came to her attention though a small anonymous letter in the mail. The envelope had no markings, no scent, and the letters were all taken from a mixture of books and newspapers. Questioning the postmaster proved less then helpful and attempting to trace the letter had been fruitless. The contents though bared a matter that Alnarra thought might be worth investigating.

Project Snowclaw

DRK 135.23 – 123.35

You need to know

That’s all the letter included, a simple message with a set of coordinates found in the norther region of Darkshore. Though ravaged by the war with the Horde, the druidess had managed to find her way to the area to scout the coordinates. Sadly, when she arrived there was little more then rubble and ancient ruins long since abandoned, but she refused to give up on this curious lead.

Hours of research in her small campsite, digging through countless missives and buried reports had lead her on what seemed like a goose chase. She had determined the coordinates given in the letter once served as home to a Section 28 Laboratory constructed during the initial wars with the Satyr after the sundering.

Based on the information available it involved what later became the druids of the pack, long since sealed away in the Emerald dream. Finding the pieces and collaborators on the project proved difficult and even after multiple visits to the war-torn site of the lab the druidess was still left with little.

Yet she persisted. One comes to learn that in the industry of spy craft random messages often mean a great deal more. Her research into this ‘Project Snowclaw’ had led her here, this small village in Desolace. Looking through the tents there was a mixture of creature inhabiting the small trading village. Tauren, Centuar, Kaldorei, Goblin, Orc and Troll all made their home here. This village did not belong to the horde or alliance, it did not take part in the war. It was simply home to those who lived there.

Looking down at her notes, the druidess casually glanced around, she was here searching for a researcher who had been at the Darkshore labs, and afterwards taken to living a life of seclusion in this place. Asking the locals for a name did little and it became apparently quickly that whomever this researcher was they had gone to great lengths to ensure they not be found.

Skins, leathers, and the stink of boiling fat loomed heavy on her mind as she went tent to tent holding out a small artist rendition of the man she was looking for. But at each stop she found nothing but blank stares, confusion, and annoyance.

Perhaps she had gotten the wrong village, or perhaps the information was outdated. In a period as turbulent as the last 30 years, even information only days old could be made irrelevant by the constantly shifting sands of war.

And then the knife blade was pressed against her throat…

“Why do you search for a man who has been dead for ages?” a voice whispered into her ear, a drop of spittle splashing against her neck.

There was a grumble, but she finally spoke “I come searching for answers which he may have”

The blade pressed closer causing the druidess to take a sharp breath as she prepared herself for a fight. Alnarra steeled herself however, violence was a last resort and she had no intention of spilling blood today.

“Tread carefully into research abandoned or buried, you might find the answers leave corpses” the ragged voice whispered once more.

“I’m not afraid of such answers, I gave such worries up when I accepted my role in helping to create those corpses” she retorted, her silvery eyes darting to the side, trying to catch a glance of her would be assailant.

A small laugh followed, and the blade retracted “Alnarra Stargrove, Former Commanding Officer of Section 28… I thought I might see you one day”

As the blade moved away the druidess spun around to look upon the source of the voice and what stared back at her could best be described as Nightborne, she raised a curious eyebrow “If you come for my blood then you just missed your opportunity”

“Quite the opposite, I have been expecting you commander, though I did not think Section 28 would so quickly dismiss such a project” the Nightborne snickered

“Project? Project Snowclaw” The druidess retorted.

“Yes… No” the man responded “Both,” he took a deep breath “I am the researcher you seek”

“You are nightborne” she stated flatly

“And so, was your wife for a short period of time was she not?” the man retorted

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she nodded. This was some manner of illusion magic. Given the skills and capabilities of some of Section 28’s greatest researchers she grew increasingly unsure of whether or not the man standing in front of her was really there, or if he was what lay hidden behind layer after layer of disguise.

“Be clear then, if you know of Project Snowclaw, what is it?” the woman asked “Why would someone want me to know about it?”

A snort and a laugh, followed by a roll of the eyes “You” he responded simply before looking around “Perhaps it is better to ask some of the victims though hmm? I hear rumor that stationed in the great woods of the north, where the wind swept tundra meets the frozen troll empire, there lay an old worgen man who can answer your questions”.

And with a whisper of the wind the man vanished into the air around them leaving the druidess eyes scrambling to find answers.

This had only lead to more questions and more frustration, and she suspected that it was far from over. She would have to head back to the Enclave and Storm Glaive in Ferelas, less her trips start to draw more attention, but for now at least she had a lead

A Fallen comrade (BFA)

Humming softly the druidess was working on a small letter to the editor for the Booty Bay times, intending to complain about the midday parties celebrating prophets that the goblins seemed to be so happy to host. She had moved here shortly after her expulsion from Section 28, hoping that she might return to her former apartment and lay low. It had at the very least let the druidess keep her ears to current affairs, and when she could she would pass along the knowledge and information gained to the appropriate parties. Though she wasn’t fighting directly in the war again the Forsaken, she felt that at the very least her contributions might help.

But as she was writing she suddenly stopped, something was terribly wrong, a whole of pain wracked her form and she went to stand clutching at her chest. It was if a piece of her had been torn away, though she could not grasp how. Images flashed before her eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek as she looked towards the door. A frown spread across her face as she straightened herself, nodding slowly and then going to gather supplies.

When her wife entered the next morning carrying the Orange and Crimson feline, there were no words that needed to be uttered, nothing that needed to be spoken between the two. Instead the druidess did the only thing she felt was proper, the manner that she had been instructed to do since her time as a child. Every Kaldorei was familiar with he ritual, as the Nightsabers were just as much a part of their lives and culture as the moon itself. A table with a number of small trinkets and items had been prepared, and a light satin cloth laid upon a table. Surrounding this were a number of candles each lit

The druidess bowed her head softly as she helped Elyxndria lay their fallen comrade across the cloth, gently going to wrap the form, speaking any number of prayers with each fold of the cloth, each tiny step measured and committed. All the while she held the hand of her beloved, squeezing at it softly as she knew the pain she bore must be beyond measure. Since the day she had first known the Sin’dorei, Ghost had been a constant and loyal companion.

There were nights that the two shared that only the Springpaw was aware of, times of weakness, sadness, and happiness only shared with the beast. So she took very special care, using a fragment of druidic magic to remove one of Ghost’s Fangs, a ritual so practices and slow, caring for the remains no different then that of a child or loved one.

Placing the fang upon a necklace she began to pray before handing over the fang and accompanying leather binding to her wife. She gave a weak smile as she spoke, “Let her watch over you now and forever as she always has” before turning away, imaging that Elynxdria had her own host of rituals she wished to perform.

Still, it was impossible not to mourn the lost of the fallen feline, in many ways Alnarra had grown so attached to the loveable beast that seeing her like this only seemed to cut into her heart. She was yet another loss in a string of losses, another death in the cruel and needless war, more then that she had grown to adopt Ghost like she was no different form one of her own saber’s

Sighing softly she went to excuse herself. She knew already the source of this death, the cause of the feline’s demise and it tore her asunder. On one hand, she had hoped that perhaps she had made some progress with Astra, some manner of reaching the person still inside; however, the feline that lay upon the table inside was more then enough proof that perhaps such efforts had utterly been in vain. All the while there was a boiling anger, beyond words, beyond thought. The rage that ran through her veins seemed to grow with each passing day, the struggle to not simply take herself to the Kul Tiran homeland and murder Orc, Troll, Sin’dorei, Forsaken, Tauren, Nightborne, Goblin and more.

She wanted nothing less then to feel the whole of her form coated in the blood them all for what had transpired, and the springpaw’s lifeless form was yet another reminder of that boiling rage. She closed her eyes and tried to focus, tried to maintain her balance. If it slipped now there was no telling if it could ever

Shadows (BFA)

“Help Me!”

The warm crackle of the fire, the harsh scent of smoke, the haze that shadowed the landscape.

“By the Goddess!”

The shouts were like a chorus from a choir of hell, the screams seemed endless, and damning

“Mama!”

The druidess shot up from her small sleeping space, going to clutch the necklace around her neck, panting as she looked around trying to remind herself that she was in Stormwind, or at least it’s outskirts. The disgraced Spymistress stared blindly into the small makeshift tent that surrounded her, the gentle sound of rain dancing across the canopy. Closing her eyes she gave a gulp as tears streamed down her face. She opened her locket looking into it and then snapping it closed once again.

“Even in your final slumber I could not protect you” she whispered softly stroking at the coffin shaped trinket, “I couldn’t protect any of them, all of the lives sacrificed, all of horrible things I have done in the name of the Kaldorei empire, and what did it get me?”

“Mama!”

The shout seemed to cry out again, the vision of the child being pulled away by a sentinel passing her vision time and time again. In this lonely moment she could do little to silence the horrors that plagued her mind. Alone in the small tent she could but clutch the small locket wiping the tears away from her eyes as she took a deep breath. Already the Alliance prepared for their counterstrike. She had seen the soldiers marching and gathering, the catapults and Dwarven contraptions rolling slowly into place. The full wrath of the Alliance was being brought to bear and part of her knew that soon it would become difficult to ignore the song that cried out in the streets.

“No we have to go back, Mama!”

She looked away gulping down another sorrow as she stood slowly, using her staff as a walking stick she managed to hobble from her tent to look down upon the mass of soldiers gathered, the countless tents, the gentle plumes of smoke. She knew many of her own people, or what was left of them, would be marching rank and file with the Alliance soldiers, carrying the banner of revenge, of a blood oath that could only be satisfied by a slaughter that would be unmatched.

Sighing softly she shook her head looking away, even in her brief trip to the tournament, she could feel it in the very air, it was thick with a tension that need only the faintest of sparks to engulf the whole of it. Gripping the walking staff she gave a small growl swinging to punch the tree directly in front of her, something to give her feeling.

“What about mama!?”

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this” she whispered softly to no one in particular, “We took every measure, we assassinated the provocateurs, we silenced the war hawks, we used every resource available to end this strike before it even began and for what?” She looked to the tree like it would somehow answer her, “For the horde to rise up and burn the whole of my people alive in a blaze of blood lust?”

Sighing softly she went to return to her tent, once again looking down at the small coffin shaped locket, glancing at the picture “I’m sorry… I have failed you, failed our people once again” rubbing at the small glass frame, “Goddess Forgive me for the crimes I have committed, they were in vain, they have done nothing. Even after all the death, all the lies, all the subterfuge, all the Spouses and Parents I had to tell they would never see their loved ones again the very worst of the world still came to rear its ugly head”

Staring blankly at the area around her “Crispy” she shook her head and laughed, “Well I suppose it’s better than Knife ear right?”. She couldn’t grow too comfortable in this little tent, and she knew at some point she would have to return to fulfill whatever duty it is the world saw fit to give her, but for now it was difficult to even look into the eyes of her own people. The scale of the sorrow was something well beyond her own ability to comprehend, and the pain that she felt from the very essence of life around her echoed like a crashing wave.

There was no escaping this, even as the tournament grounds played host to all manner of creature, the temptation to drop all pretense, to make them pay for what they had done coursed through her blood. She wanted vengeance, but even in that she found her motivations muddled. War beget war, and fear of war is what prompted this conflict to begin in the first place. For every strike there is a counter strike, endless conflict. Perhaps in a way the tournament could act as once last attempt at peace, but she knew given the grievous wound her own people suffered the chances of such were… slim.

The drumbeat, the oncoming storm of war echoed ever closer by the hour, the tension and the anger drowning out the sorrow and loss. Her emotions were like a swirl and something she was trying desperately to at least contain, but it was proving ever more difficult, ever more problematic. She could feel her balance faltering and prayed that in the coming days an answer would at least let her know.

“You have to help her!”

She closed her eyes and tucked her legs against her chest, taking in deep breath, the night would be long.

Embers of Solace (BFA)

The Druidess stood before the council of priestesses, countless field reports in her hand. Her face was scarred and bruised, a wound under her neck covered with a rushed bandage still soaked in her blood. Drawing her eyes to the women gathered it was clear she had not been the only one upon the field of battle. For as cruel as their conversations could sometimes get, as calamitous as it seemed their discourse might be, there was no denying that among the women gathered that protecting the Kaldorei people was among the top of all their priorities.

Leaning forward into the gentle light of the small moonwell pedestal that lit the area one of the priestesses spoke softly “So we are to understand that the horde’s intentions are simply to seize Teldrassil, is that correct?”

“That is correct Priestess” Alnarra responded with a near perfect political tone, having mastered the art of putting on a good face for those in power, “My scouts have reported that are sources among the horde and their suppliers seem to be making a direct attack against Teldrassil, their intention purely appears to be the capture of the world tree. They seem to be of the belief that we will make use of Teldrassil as a means of shipping Azerite to the rest of the Alliance.”

There was a pause as the priestesses mummered amongst themselves, gentle whispers before yet another hooded face seemed to lean forward, “Then it is safe to assume that we do not need to rush the Evacuation of the city? If the horde are to take the city we can minimize casualties by moving troops to assist and prepare for the Alliance counter attack?”

“That is my belief Madam Priestess” Alnarra spoke softly “I believe that we can begin to prepare our counter attack, to strike at the very source of the Horde incursion, that troops and troop transports near Darnassus could be seen as a greater threat and could provoke the Horde into treating the civilian population more harshly when they seize the city”

“Approximately how long until the horde are capable of attacking the city?” A rather concerned priestess asked.

“Within the hour” Alnarra responded with a gentle tone, “My forces along with a number of other Kaldorei intelligence groups have already seen to the evacuation of the High Priestess as well as her staff. It is believed the SI:7 was able to provide her and the Lord of the Forest with a means of escaping the combat zone”.

“Noted Commander Stargrove, please begin seeing to the Troop redeployment to reconcile with the 5th Sentinel fleet north of the Lordranel. You are to be given temporary field command of the Night’s Star for the remainder of this mission. See to it that the wide… tactics employed by section 28 are not wasted against these horde aggressors. You are authorized to use any means necessary to stall their attack for as long as possible”

Alnarra simply nodded, going to pull the hood back over her head, she knew in some ways that what she had just been given was a suicide order, but it was not one she was entirely opposed to. Even if the horde occupied Teldrassil, there was no guarantee of the safety of the citizens still trapped inside. Even now evacuation orders were being given and large numbers of the civilian population were being taken by ship.

The druidess began to walk down to the docks, attempting to find the ship she had been assigned to lead into battle when she heard the first round impact with the bark of the great world tree.

Looking up in horror it was immediately apparent that an attack had begun, and not one intended to end with simply holding Teldrassil. The sound of far off cannon fire, Goblin and Orcish Launchers joined the frey and soon the very night sky turned a blazing red as impact after impact could be heard, shell and explosive alike ripping through the superstructure of the World Tree above, sending splinters falling into the waters below.

There were shouts heard as a sudden panic among the sentinels became clear, the collection of citizens gathered here at Ru’Theran would be an easy target for the weapons, getting them aboard the troop vessels and away was of the most import. Feeling the crushing heat and weight of fragments of the place her people called their home crashing around her she called out for a woman and child she saw huddled nearby, attempting to rush them towards the ships in the waters below.

Alnarra watched with horror as a horde shell managed to land directly upon the top deck of the very vessel she had been assigned to command, ripping through and splintering the ironwood deck, sundering the ship in twain. She cried out in horror seeing sentinels leaping form the vessel’s decks into the water as it was rather quickly swallowed by the greed of the sea. Shaking her head she reassured the two beside her ushering them towards a nearby sentinel.

“Get them to the Star’s Fury! Get as many as we can aboard, I’m headed back into the city!” having to scream over the thunderous sound of explosion and falling debris, flaming wood seeming to dance amongst the sky like a light summer rain, ash falling from the very heavens. The clouds above now a burning mess.

Heading back towards the connecting portal into Darnassus, the sight inside the city was just as grim. The shells from the horde onslaught were already beginning to penetrate the inner most depths of the Night Elven capital, massive stone structure and wooden building alike were starting to collapse or burn. She lost herself for a moment, simply staring in horror at the sight that awaited her there, her eyes catching a large wooden beam crushing and most certainly killing a family of escaping civilians attempting to make their way for the portal.

The shouts and cries of Sentinels that only moments before were preparing to depart the island in an attempt to help spare the civilian population were now in an all out struggle to escort the very same to a point of safety. In that hailstorm deep in the night; however, there was no such point. Every moment another explosion would rip across the land, dirt, wood, and ash being kicked up at every turn. The ground shook as the druidess was thrown to the ground, coughing a bit

“Alnarra to Section 28! What the hell is happening, I thought the Horde wanted to capture Darnassus!” she screamed out over her coms, waiting for a reply she was greeted only with static. Growling softly she took to her feline form attempting to find any sign of civilian or sentinel alike who might need assistance. Seeing a small child she quickly shifted to her elven form, picking the girl up and rushing her to a nearby sentinel. The girl was crying out for her mother, tears streaming down her face leaving Alnarra to turn slowly

There before her eyes she watched as a large marble column cracked from the shifting of the earth beneath, and to the woman the child was calling to it began to tumble. The druidess reached out helplessly, but no amount of time, no amount of training could stop the next few moments. In the blink of an eye she watched the life of another snuffed out, and she could not look away.

Her eyes fixated for a moment upon the horror before her eyes, the screaming of the little girl the cries of the sentinel, a hand going to grab her by the shoulder attempting to pull her back as she continued to hold her arm outstretched for the woman who could have never grabbed it. “Mam we have to go” the sentinel ordered.

Alnarra blinked, turning around slowly as the Sentinel made about her job, carrying the child away to one of the designated evacuation zones, but the druidess stood still, it was as if her lungs had seized up, her mind had ground to a halt. The attack had come on so suddenly, the consequences felt so quickly. As the world around her began to burn to the ground she tried to find it within herself to move, but she could not.

It took a mumbled message over her intercom to spur her into action “Unit 265 has been decimated, we are unable to stop the horde bombardment! I repeat Sentinel strike force 265 has been eliminated”

As time seemed to slow down around her, the woman’s thoughts drifted not to her own safety, not even to the city. Instead she began to simply run, tears streaming down her eyes as her hood fell to her back, shifting forms hands became paws and skin fur, her feline form bounding towards a part of Darnassus more sacred to her then any other, the site of her buried family.

It did not take long to reach the Cities graveyard, but amidst the hailstorm of fire and death, it was as if to cross some horrible divide. And as she stumbled back into her elven form, grabbing at the grave she could only come to the realization of one thing… this part of the city was already engulfed in flame.

The corpses of citizen and sentinel alike lay across the ground, a testament to the blood bath occurring all around her, but she could not focus on the now, simply holding to one of the graves, “I’ll get you… out of here” she said in a panicked manner, starting to use her hands to dig at the soil beneath, “I’m going to move you… somewhere safe!” she shouted pushing away the dirt.

Perhaps in a stroke of luck, or perhaps the nature of fate, a voice disturbed her vaunted ritual, a hand dragging her back and away

“Let me go!” she commanded, tears streaming down her face as a large tree came crashing down upon the very spot she had just been digging, crushing the region and worsening the already growing fire. The site of it caused the woman to shriek as she called out “No! No My babies! You have to let me get my babies!”

The hand pulling her was silent, no doubt one of the countless defenders of the Night elven city, simply attempting to do their job. Flame licked them both as she was forced to abandon her task, left only in tears as she watched a haze of smoke, flame, and ash blanket the vision of where she had just been.

Alnarra in that moment was inconsolable, lost in thought as she began to helplessly look around, scrambling to her own two feet so that she may no longer be dragged by her mysterious savior. The sentinel, figuring she had regained her senses simply pointed in the direction of the next evacuation zone before rejoining the fight to save as many as possible from the savage fires sweeping across the land.

Walking at a defeated pace she was greeted by the sight of countless injured, the smell of burnt flesh and death. Her eyes wondered across a room of huddled frightened masses, a highborne woman near the back of the room using the very last of her strength to maintain a portal back to Darnassus, the priestesses using theirs to create a sort of shield.

With hardly a moment to think she was ushered into the room, being checked over

“She’s fine, move her through” someone shouted before she found herself being ushered towards the portal.

“No… no I’ve… I’m Alnarra Stargrove I’ve got to—”

She was cut off as she found herself roughly shoved through, the portal, a thing she had become so accustomed to over this last year swallowing her up and ripping her away from the city, the people she had sworn to defend

To greet the woman on the other side was a scene of equal chaos, dozens of portals being maintained by equally tired and drained highborne, giving their all to get as many as possible through, huddled masses of burned and injured stepping through. A makeshift ward setup to contain the whole of this disaster.

The next hours seemed but a blur, ushered one way and then the next, checked by medical professional and commoner alike before being assigned to a temporary location, and just as she thought she had found a moment to reclaim herself, to begin to wake up from the chaotic haze there was a buzzing in her ear

“Alnarra Stargrove, please report to the Stormwind Keep,” the voice was of the priestess that had given her the orders to command the Night’s star only… how long was it? How much time had passed?

Brushing herself off she did as instructed, finding herself quickly before the very same council, only now of the five who had greeted her previously only three remained. They smelled of burns and smoke, destruction and haze.

“Alnarra Stargrove,” one spoke softly, “The intelligence you have provided to this council has cost the lives of Kaldorei citizens. Your organization was unable to stop the horde advances upon our lands, unable to predict the full scale of their attack, unable to prevent this atrocity.” She blinked, looking around. Time had become so strange and lost upon her, moments bled into seconds, bled into hours, she truly could not remember how much time it had been since they last spoke.

“By order of this council you are hereby stripped of your rank as commander of Section 28,” the priestess spoke with a coldness

There was a moment when the druidess turned, blinking in confusion as she stared at the women before her

“Your access to classified documentation for the Kaldorei empire is herby revoked, your access to the resources of the Kaldorei agency known as section 28 are herby removed. You are to disavow your knowledge of the organization from this time forth”

Alnarra blinked again, rubbing at her head, feeling at the bloody rag upon it. Had she been unconscious? How long had it been her mind ached, she was unsure of what happened even as she stood before the individuals gathered.

“Do you understand” a priestess leaned forward, burns crawling up the side of her face.

The druidess mouth hung agape as she simply nodded, blinking a few times, she turned slowly feeling as a Kaldorei sentinel removed the communications device from her ear. The truth was she didn’t understand, she didn’t understand any of this. How could she have missed the horde attack, why had they begun an assault on the city? What had happened? How many days had it been since the attack. Holding her head she gave a small wheeze, collapsing to the ground.

She had gone from the commanding officer of a powerful intillegence agency to little more then a refugee of her people in what to her seemed like the blink of an eye. Darnassus had fallen, and she with it.

Huddled among the masses of her people, the woman sat, waiting as so many others were for someone to help heal her wounds, though the gravity of such extended far beyond her physical well being.

In Purgatory's Shadow (BFA)

-CLANK-

The sound of thundering steel against elegant elven ironwood and leather. Another of her sisters cried out as an orcish blade cut her down, the druidess head turned momentarily only to feel the brunt of a Tauren’s hammer slam into her chest throwing her into a nearby tree. Standing slowly she wiped the blood from her lip and stared the towering warrior in the eyes, grasping her glaive and hoisting herself to her feet, for only moments later a series of arrows to slice through the hulking Tauren’s form.

“Move commander, we will have to fall back, there’s no way we can hold this position” one of her subordinates called out

-THWANG-

The sound of more arrows ripping through the sky, piercing more of the Orcish and Forsaken troops, giving the druidess precious time to escape. She scrambled to her feet blending back into the shadows as her people had been so used to. Cradling her side and seeing the blood running between her fingers she shook her head gently closing her eyes and hobbling to a nearby outpost still held by her people.

Looking around her the sight caused her heart to sink. The coldness that wrapped the spymistress could in no way prepare her for the cries. She knew that the Forsaken had chosen not to spare Woman, Man, nor Child in Ashenvale, but to see it laid out so plainly before her, a father weeping over his lost daughters, a child calling out for her An’do, it caused her ears to wilt as she looked away.

-BEEP-

“Commander” a voice called over the small intercom “We’ve lost another contingent of sentinels near the norther ridge of the Glaive” there was a long pause as Alnarra’s hand went to her ear, trying to drown out the cries of the dying and injured behind her as she frowned deeply

“Commander, how did we miss this?” the voice asked calmly

“I… I don’t know,” she whispered in response going to sit down gently trying to catch her breath, glancing occasionally to a small Kaldorei girl, a stuffed saber in her hand, one of the little button eyes barely attached, soaked in Kaldorei blood. She didn’t move, she didn’t speak, she did not cry, she seemed to simply stare at the little stuffed saber

“There are no answers there little one” she whispered to herself coughing a bit as she wiped more blood from her lips. Rolling her eyes she went to stand, placing her hand upon her side, calling upon her druidic magic to quickly stabilize the various wounds she had sustained. While she was certainly not in perfect condition, at the very least it returned to her the ability to fight and right now that was what her people needed more then anything else.

Beyond all that she could not stand to look at this huddled group of Kaldorei, to listen to the screams and cries of her people, civilian and soldier alike. It had been her charge to ensure that such a day never came, yet the day was upon her and she had failed… utterly.

They were confident that the horde scouts near Ashenvale were nearly to determine where their current forces were, to see them launch a brutal full assault upon Astannar, sweeping up every outpost and village in their path was beyond unexpected, and their brutality knew no bounds.

The casualty count was still spilling in, and even then the numbers of those missing seemed to only grow greater by the very minute. Sighing softly she took on her feline form, stepping into the all too familiar forest, now heavy with the smell of blood, smoke, and gunpowder. Coughing gently she climbed into a nearby tree, staring outwards towards the area that only moments ago had been the front line. The Darnassian navy in it’s full might had been recalled, but even they may not be capable of preventing this onslaught.

It seemed the Horde were almost more endless then the legion itself and the remainder of the Alliance forces would not arrive in nearly enough time. As she gave a frustrated growl the skies themselves seemed to open up, a torrent of rain beating down upon the land, as if nature herself was crying over the havok that lay before.

Growling in frustration, even amongst the endless waves of rain the small communications device in her ear continued to ring. Sentinel units calling for aid, druids reporting their injured and dead, her own unit reporting that yet another location had been compromised by overwhelming numbers. Her claw reached out and slashed at the bark of the tree, letting out a defeated sigh before shaking her head. Stopping in an impossible situation wasn’t really her strong suit and nothing about that was changing today.

Roaring she made her way down the tree, if her people were to be pushed back into the depths of their homelands, they would not do so without a fight. The horde would soon learn the ferocity of the Great Kaldorei Empire, be made to understand why it’s people ruled all of Azeroth for nearly 5000 years, be forced to fight the great warriors of the night.

And so back into the fray the druidess ran, showing any orc, Tauren, Goblin, Troll or forsaken the true meaning of the Night Warrior’s grace. If nature was going to shed tears over the blood of the fallen, she wished to ensure the majority of those fallen were her enemies.

“This is the commanding officer of Section 28. You are authorized to use any and all available resources at your disposal. Do not hold back until the Horde are driven from these lands. For the glory of the Kaldorei Empire!” she called out over the coms, roaring into battle, a battle that would surely stain these grounds for years to come.