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Those who fight monsters (part 3)

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Those who fight monsters (part 2)

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Those who fight monsters (part 1)

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Scribin’ ain’t easy

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* For anyone not in the know, Mokvar was long responsible for recording Garrosh’s transcripts, but in his absence, Gurtash took over scribe duty in comic form. With both of them present here in Blackrock Spire, Mokvar and Gurtash turned to a time-honored method for settling dibs.

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* When Shayari first came to Orgrimmar and met Garrosh, Gurtash’s artwork was…less than steadfast in its commitment to verisimilitude.

 

How to make friends and influence demons

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* As readers of Jubeka’s journal from the green fire quest chain will recall, it was Jubeka’s fascination with more powerful demons that led to the introduction of the Grimoire of Supremacy talent for warlocks in Mists of Pandaria. Which…roughly corresponds serendipitously with the time of Mokvar’s disappearance on this adventure.

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* Those of you who completed the green fire chain will recall much of this exchange from the Pursuing the Black Harvest solo scenario. (Yes, I doctored the exchange a little here, but I have to be allowed some artistic license, right? RIGHT?!)

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* Faranell surprised Garrosh here by turning up in Orgrimmar sporting a brand new (albeit possibly ill-fitting) jaw…

** …which evidently didn’t last very long. According to Faranell, when Shayari made her unauthorized departure from the Undercity, she managed to damage the new acquisition. A repair bill to be forwarded to the Warchief is still pending.

 

Pull me back in

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[So…as everyone surely remembers from previously, Mokvar was recounting the tale of his pursuit of the Council of the Black Harvest. Mokvar’s search led him from the Firelands to Shadowmoon Valley, where he found Kanrethand Ebonlocke and Jubeka Shadowbreaker…]

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* For anyone who’s forgotten the details of Mokvar’s sordid past: Back in his days as a mercenary with the Veiled Blade, on a mission to Blackrock Spire, he acquired the Nether Prism, a warlock relic that could be used to dominate the will of demons. Mokvar detailed his backstory here and here.

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* While tracking down the Council of the Black Harvest, Mokvar alienated old friends though a range of odd behavior, among it apparently killing old mercenary comrade Theldren while in Ironforge (which Mokvar would later explain as a result of a spectral assassin attack).

 

Pursuing the Black Harvest

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 {CONTINUED SOON…}

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[Two quick notes! First, after more than a little cajoling from certain individuals who know who they are, I’ve set up a DeviantArt account under the GarroshHllscream name (same as the Garrosh Twitter, just sans the @). Think of it as Gurtash’s sketchbook — I’ll likely use it to toss up various odds and ends: character sketches, requests (want to see your character Gurtash-style?), work-in-progress glimpses of upcoming comics (perhaps as reassurance that something is in the works when I have a lull), and whatever else might come to mind. Don’t worry, I realize that I’m posting content to the blog at a slower pace than I would like, so I don’t intend to let myself become overly distracted by the new toy; the DA account will serve to complement the blog, not compete with it. Hopefully folks will enjoy having the occasional peek at what Gurtash is working on.

That said, I’m getting the page started with a holiday rendition of one of our trainees — Ruekie, decked out in her Hallow’s End costume. I’d planned costumes for the other trainees, and may still try to get one or two of them done before the day is out. Time will tell!

Meanwhile, we’re coming down to the last few days before the final meta raid weekend prior to the release of Warlords of Draenor! I just wanted to remind folks that we’ll be planning to do something — hopefully one last Siege of Orgrimmar — on Saturday, November 8. Mark your calendars! With the imminent release of the new expansion, this will likely be the last meta raid proper that we’ll be doing for quite a while, though we might still carry on with other random shenanigans in the future…]

 

Out of the frying pan, into the Firelands

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* Mokvar pulled a sneaky bait-and-switch with Ji to keep Mylune from…detaining him at the Sanctuary of Malorne.

** Neeru Fireblade pointed Mokvar in the direction of the Council of the Black Harvest, and Ritssyn specifically, here. As the green fire veterans among you may recall, Ritssyn and Zinnin were dispatched to the Firelands by Kanrethad Ebonlocke.

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* As Mokvar has detailed, the Nether Prism is a warlock relic which he had acquired years ago in Blackrock Spire; when its powers proved stronger than he could handle, he passed the prism off to the imp Vi’el, a collector or rare magic items, in Darkwhisper Gorge. When Mokvar and Deliana returned to Winterspring to try to recover the Prism, however, they found Vi’el had been killed and the Prism was nowhere to be found.

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Inside job

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* Mokvar went to Neeru Fireblade here, seeking leads in his hunt for the Nether Prism. Garrosh would be less than thrilled to know about this, given the role Neeru played in the fall of Orgrimmar in the alternate timeline that Garrosh and Mokvar experienced during the Timequake storyline.

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* This exchange was part of Mokvar’s conversation with Neeru in “Demon’s Bargain.”

 

Demon’s Bargain

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After the dead end in Winterspring, I mentioned that I still had one more possible stone to turn over. It’s not one I particularly wanted to turn over, considering who I’d be finding under it, but at this point I don’t really have the luxury of wasting time and hoping something else falls into my lap. So yesterday, I took a walk down to the Cleft of Shadow to have a talk with Neeru Fireblade.

I had known Neeru a little when I had first started training as a warlock, but since moving to Orgrimmar and changing to shamanism, I hadn’t had contact with him beyond occasionally passing on the street. I’d always avoided the Cleft of Shadow; after Thrall gave me sanctuary in Orgrimmar, the last thing I wanted was to be caught anywhere near the fel magic of the warlocks. Now, after years of avoiding the place, I couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy just from purple light that illuminated the cavern as I made my way down.

 

Neeru Fireblade channels a spell while Mokvar approaches.

MOKVAR: Neeru.

NEERU: <looking at Mokvar over his shoulder> Mokvar. Just a moment.

Neeru finishes channeling. Small flames burst from a large windroc carcass that sits on a nearby table, then flicker out after a moment. Neeru turns to Mokvar and points to the sizzling fowl with a smirk.

Undercooked.

MOKVAR:  What do you do if it needs salt?

NEERU: Count myself lucky that I didn’t make a larger mess of the preparation than that. I’m hardly a chef.

Neeru sits down at the table.

I hope you don’t mind if I go ahead with dinner.

He gestures to a second chair across from him; Mokvar sits.

It’s been a long time, Mokvar. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you venture down this way. What brings you to the land invocations and mediocre cuisine?

MOKVAR: I’m looking for information, and I think you may be on the short list of people who might have it.

NEERU: <gnawing on a leg from the roasted windroc> I’m hardly a person in the know these days, but ask away.

MOKVAR: The Nether Prism.

Neeru pulls the drumstick away from his face slowly and looks up.

NEERUWell now. What have you gotten yourself into, Mokvar?

MOKVAR: More a matter of what I’m trying to get myself out of.

NEERU: All the more interesting, then. I haven’t heard talk of that particular bauble in an age.

MOKVAR: I wish I could say the same.

NEERU: <eyes Mokvar closely> The last I heard of the Prism, it was in the hands – or claws, I suppose – of that drakonid Valthalak.

MOKVAR: That was years ago. After that, it made its was to an imp named Vi’el, in Darkwhisper Gorge.

NEERU: If you’re interested in the Prism, why don’t you go seek out the imp, then?

MOKVAR: I did. He’s dead. What became of the Prism from that point is anyone’s guess.

NEERU: Really now. And how did you happen to know about this imp in the first place?

MOKVAR: Let’s just say it took a roundabout path getting from Blackrock Spire to the imp.

Neeru leans back in his seat and folds his arms.

NEERU: You? You mean to tell me, Mokvar, that a relic as potent as the Nether Prism managed to change hands from Gul’dan all the way down to the likes of you?

MOKVAR: When you’re starting with Gul’dan, I don’t know if “down” is the right word.

NEERU: <chuckling and picking up the windroc leg again> Well well, Mokvar…you say you came to me for information, but it seems I’m learning a fair bit more from you.

MOKVAR: I think you know more than you let on.

Mokvar leans forward and drums his fingers on the table.

Then again, so do I.

Mokvar glances around at the other warlocks practicing invocations.

How many of them will it take?

NEERU: <mouth half full of windroc meat> Take? For what?

Mokvar leans closer to the table.

MOKVAR: To channel your targeting beacon for the demons.

Neeru drops the windroc leg on his plate and looks up.

How many warlocks? How many of your collagues…in the Burning Blade?

NEERU: The Burning Blade died with the last vestiges of the old Horde. Anyone will tell you I cut my ties with them when I pledged my loyalties to Thrall.

MOKVAR: <nods> Of course.

Neeru starts to reach for his food again.

Are you waiting for a signal from any agent of the Legion, or are you on hold for Malchezaar specifically? You might be waiting a while if it’s the second one.

NEERU: I don’t know where you’re getting these fairy tales, Mokvar, but—

MOKVAR: You know, it’s a funny thing. Grom Hellscream died slaying Mannoroth and freeing our people. Now his son walks around wearing the demon’s tusks, and sits on a throne carved out of its skull. It would be a shame if the Warchief got the notion that someone in Orgrimmar was still cooking up something with the Legion.

NEERU: <waving toward Ragefire Chasm> If you really think Garrosh is above cutting ethical corners for the sake of—

MOKVAR: If you’d like to roll the dice on how Garrosh would react, be my guest. It’s not my neck at stake.

Neeru stares down at his food.

NEERU: I wasn’t lying when I said I don’t know what’s become of the Nether Prism.

MOKVAR: But?

NEERU: But if I were to hazard a guess as to where it might have gone…after the imp… <glances around furtively> There have been…rumblings among the warlocks since the fall of Deathwing. It started when the human Kanrethad reconvened his circle of fel masters, the same ones who had worked to expand the powers of the warlocks before the Cataclysm.

MOKVAR: I’d heard about that much – the Council of the Black Harvest, isn’t it?

NEERU: <nods> Our own Ritssyn from here in Orgrimmar was among them.

MOKVAR: What are they doing?

NEERU: Running around on fool’s errands all over the world – and beyond – to seek out even greater sources of power for themselves. That Kanrethad thinks he can build a coven of the mightiest warlocks in existence and position himself at its head.

MOKVAR: You don’t think they’ll be able to do it?

NEERU: I think that when you set out with a plan of “Let’s go make ourselves more powerful than anyone ever,” you find either disaster or a far heftier price than you’d counted on.

Mokvar nods.

Nevertheless. If the Black Harvest are trying to consolidate their power, I’d hazard a guess that the Nether Prism would be just the sort of item that would interest them.

MOKVAR: Do you know what’s become of Ritssyn?

NEERU: I believe he and one of the others made their way off to the Firelands. For all the good that will do you.

MOKVAR: What’s that supposed to mean?

NEERU: Mokvar, don’t you be a fool too. You can’t seriously expect that the Black Harvest would talk to you.

MOKVAR: I think I’ve already shown I can be pretty persuasive.

NEERU: <chuckles> Mokvar, don’t be naïve. You’re hardly one of the movers and shakers of the world, I’ll grant, but surely you can’t believe that you’re not noticed. Standing for all those years in Thrall’s council room. Attending advisors’ meetings with the leaders of the Horde. Hellscream’s personal scribe. Never mind the fact that they’ll know you were a warlock yourself once before you decided you didn’t want to dirty your hands with the fel arts any longer. Do you really think they’ll be willing to tell you anything?

MOKVAR: I guess I’ll have to figure out a way to be very persuasive.

NEERU: Assuming you can even find them.

MOKVAR: We’ll see. <getting up> Anyway, I suppose I got what I came for, or as close to it as I’m going to. Enjoy your dinner, Neeru.

Mokvar turns to walk away.

NEERU: Mokvar.

Mokvar stops and looks back.

How did you know?

MOKVAR: How did I know what?

NEERU: Don’t play games with me. You know perfectly well what I’m talking about.

Mokvar grins.

MOKVAR: Let’s just say I get around.

 

I left Neeru and made my way out of the Cleft of Shadow, mostly preoccupied with how I was going to track down the Council of the Black Harvest. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice the light go dimmer than it should have as I went up the last bend of the cavern. That’s when two spectral assassins appeared out of nowhere and attacked me.

I fought them off as best I could for a minute, but my shocks and chain lightnings aren’t nearly as potent as a shaman who’s been training at it his whole life. They were quickly gaining the upper hand when Garona unstealthed behind them and had at both of them with a flurry of blades that was faster than my eyes could follow. It bears noting, by the way: Garona’s no joke in combat. I hadn’t really noticed before. Those spectral assassins dropped fast. While she resheathed her weapons, I tried to come up with something to say without much success.

 

MOKVAR: Garona…I…

GARONA: Garrosh knows what you’re doing. I hope you do, too.

MOKVAR: Then why…?

GARONA: Before he left for Pandaria, he asked me to look out for you. Until he tells me otherwise, that’s what I’m going to do.

MOKVAR: Well…thanks…

GARONA: Don’t. You know that if he tells me kill you, I’ll have to.

Mokvar nods and starts to turn to go.

Don’t give him a reason to.

Garona stealths.

 

I think it’s safe to assume that pretty soon Garrosh will be getting a letter informing him that I went to see Neeru Fireblade. I don’t figure that’s going to do a whole lot to improve his mood any. Still, he’s having Garona go on protecting me, for now at least. And with these two assassins down, chances are I’ve got a couple days before I have to worry about the next wave coming for me.

Still, I don’t have the luxury of a lot of time. I have a new lead to follow, and it needs to lead somewhere quickly.

 

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[Header image provided by Khizzara from Blog of the Treant, used here with permission and many thanks.]