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Shadows of the Empire II

"...the land of Suramar has been wild for ten thousand years." [Trail of Echoes]

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The Camp

The moons hung low in sickly green light that was the night sky as of late but that was of no concern to Illsalyn anymore, it had become a part of life the same way that  fighting for survival every couple of days had become normal. She gave her nightsaber a kick they were travelling much too slow she had a deadline to make and if that meant exhausting her mount then so be it. The rest of the Empire was burning and people had a right to know why, and those who had escaped the glorious capital like her may be the only information the others had.

She was riding up from the city into the providence of Azuna, she had received word from the rebellion that there was a camp of refugees and military personnel stationed not far from the now ruined city of Nar’thalas. She had been riding almost non-stop since then stopping only when  her saber could go no further or she needed to rest.  

A regiment of Sentinels marked the entrance to camp and Illsalyn nearly bowled them over as she pulled back on her reins to get the large cat to stop. “Sorry, wasn’t expecting that.” She apologised to  the ladies who looked rather unamused  and rightfully so.

She dismounted and straightened her robes emblazoned with the sigil and colours of House Shadewing she looked quite out place among the camp's inhabitants ...well more out of place than normal that is. Most of the elves here were civilians of course and they peered at the newly arrived highborne with looks of curiosity and she knew why. Their homes were being destroyed by the monsters and yet Zin'Azshari stood perfectly intact.

Among them she noticed that some of them were huddled under tents bearing the symbol of Hajiri, had even the most holiest of cities fallen to these beast. She walked on until she found the elf she was looking for, Aletharion her cousin and a Moon Guard Lieutenant  the one who had sent her the missive that had lead her here at all stood in front of a group of Sentinels and Moon guard a like. She approached briskly and saw one of the priestesses who had gathered  eyeing her with distaste but continued on to Aletharion’s side.

“Lt.Silverwing, I bring news from Zin’Azshari.” She said briskly. “ the city is overrun but the demons do  not attack the Highborne there. Something fishy is going on I think it’s worth looking into.”

Aletharion opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off by the angry looking priestess. “And why do you have any authority to speak on that Highborne?”

Illsalyn rolled her eyes really? Were they really debating if she had a right to speak. “I am on your side, the Lieutenant is of relation to me and I would think he wants to know what’s going on out there.”

“Let her speak Maiev.” Aletharion agreed raising a dismissive hand.

“All I’m saying is if she’s so sure Zin’Azshari is problem why did she not come sooner, how do we know  she is not a spy. And besides wherever you Sorcerer's go those magic eating hounds aren’t far behind. As far as I’m concerned you …”

Maiev was cut off by Illsalyn turning and punching her square in the face, sorceress or not Illsalyn was bigger than the priestess and she knew how to throw a punch. She got a sick sense of satisfaction watching the woman stagger backwards and took the opportunity to speak up finally. “Right so does anyone else want to question the validity of my statements or my loyalty?”

The crowd was silent and Illsalyn smirked to herself briefly before reminding herself there were bigger things to worry about so she turned her full attention to the map on the table they had been gathered around and began drawing diagrams.

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Myths of the High Priestesses

- Headcanon Speculations -

The lore and legend of High Priestesses past have largely been lost to the ages; although scattered findings and enduring myths sweep away some of the dust from the buried tales of Elune’s chosen.

Haidene - Bearer of the Basin

Haidene was the first known chosen of Elune in all of the Kaldorei’s recorded history. It is said that she heard the Goddess’s true voice, and as a child no less.

An unsubstantiated legend tells that Haidene heard the will of the Goddess to make pilgrimage across Kalimdor and create the very first independent moonwell for the burgeoning Kaldorei to thrive across the continent, and that Haidene used the iconic basin as a vessel of safekeeping for the blessed waters of the Well of Eternity. Haidene supposedly experienced dire straits on this pilgrimage; she and her kin on the brink of fatal thirst. Haidene gathered what little of their water remained, enough to sustain her for far longer if she chose to drink from it alone. The others pleaded with Haidene to drink deep and preserve herself, for she was the very incarnation of the Goddess. In a selfless act of faith, she cast the basin skyward and beseeched Elune, that she would give herself in body and soul if only it were filled, so her people could live to see another moon, and press on to the bountiful lands ahead. It is said that for her benevolence, Haidene was granted the title of High Priestess by goddess and kin alike. It was on this night that Elune taught Haidene the sacred artisanry of the ever-flowing moonwell, the very same that still persists in her statues today. It is only rumored, but this moonwell could have been the one nestled in the heart of ancient Moonglade, having since flourished into Lake Elune’ara.

Tales that have only endured by way of oral tradition say that Haidene's blessed waters were shared in the first feast of Lahassa during the earliest epoch of the Kaldorei. There are even theories that the sacred Chalice of Elune may have belonged to Haidene, the relic permanently blessed from this momentous celebration made possible by Elune and the land’s combined bounty.

Elunarian archaeologists claim that Haidene may have established the temple in Desolace, known today as the Palace or Sanctuary of Elune. A place so ancient that its real name has been lost and blotted out by demonic desecration. Many of the relics recovered here are thematically linked to Haidene: The Cup of Elune as a relic of physical and spiritual cleansing, and Elune's Handmaiden as a relic of celebrating victory and sacrificial offering. The embers recovered here from Elune’s Brazier may have indeed been borne from an actual flame, or they could be remnants of Elune’s liquid fire; an apt medium for High Priestess Haidene.

Kalo'thera - Ascended of the Stars

Kalo’thera was the next known chosen of Elune, following Haidene. Her name evokes meanings along the lines of “stellar warrior.” Unfortunately, there are no known depictions of Kalo’thera's true likeness; although some choose to stylize her in darkling garbs and armor reminiscent of the new moon, due to purported ties to Elune’s Night Warrior aspect.

It is said that Kalo'thera “ascended to the stars” at the temple of old Hajiri, though these ancient words have not been elucidated further. None now live who remember seeing Kalo’thera’s ascension ritual with their own eyes, but there are a myriad proposed theories as to what this could have meant.

She may have fulfilled all of her earthly duties as wished by Elune, or proved herself an exemplar through astounding feats; and was rewarded with the status of demigoddess for her service as high priestess. Some believe that Kalo’thera now exists as a constellation in the realm of midnight from this divine act, perhaps other demigods and demigoddesses represented in this form as well.

She may have been slain in battle, “ascending to the stars” perhaps referring to her joining the Night Warrior’s embrace along with the other souls of the valiant dead riding across the night sky. The story of this ascension ritual might then be a widespread coverup by those who witnessed Kalo’thera’s true end.

She may have invoked the ritual of the Night Warrior, subsequently being torn apart in body by the wrath of the new moon. Ancient legends speak of the Night Warrior’s power being used as the driving force for carving out the Kaldorei Empire, Kalo’thera perhaps spearheading the expansion with this dark boon to wrest lands from the myriad world powers of the Pre-Sundering age.

Old myths describe a rare and lost regalia, called nightcloth, almost as if an opposing material to mooncloth. This was supposedly worn during the expansion era to better blend into the shadows of nightfall for battle, some claiming by Kalo’thera and the other Night Warrior witnesses. The exact origins and techniques of crafting nightcloth seem to have faded along with history; however, there are speculations that this fell out of favor within the Sisterhood due to the dangerous associated ritual that ended up slaying the invoking avatars, and even onlookers. Kalo’thera may have been the one to engrave the tablets of Bashal'aran describing the Night Warrior and the other aspects of Elune. There is a deep blue, nearly black, flame in the heart of the Ameth’aran ruins as well. Some Elunarian scholars theorize that perhaps its color owes to the Night Warrior’s midnight powers. This flame was later twisted by Athrikus Narassin using a moonstone seal to bind souls in a spiritual prison; curiously still, souls thought to be under the purview of the Night Warrior. Some say that Kalo’thera was the first to be granted knowledge of the Starshards spell by the Goddess, its namesake partially deriving from Kalo’thera. A superstition of the Sisterhood claims that it is Kalo’thera herself who now grants moonpriests this power, crystallizing pieces of starlight and raining them down from the midnight heavens to her earthbound descendants who call upon the aid of the stars.

Dejahna - Zenith of Conviction

Dejahna was the third known chosen of Elune, following Kalo’thera. She was the mentor and predecessor to Tyrande Whisperwind.

Those who braved the Tomb of Sargeras, once Dejahna’s primary temple in life, claim to have seen her incorporeal form. If her spirit is at all reflective of her appearance in life, then Dejahna preferred dark robes, with silver accents and blue gemstones. It may have been customary for a High Priestess to don specific garbs, as Tyrande replies to the news of her appointment to this position with, “I’ll become high priestess—at least until this war is over—but I will keep my present garments—” (Demon Soul, Ch. 17) Dejahna’s darkling robes could also be due to her presiding over the burial site in the depths of the temple, perhaps a ceremonial garb for rites involving the dead.

Some say that Dejahna’s harshness and austerity arose from Kalo’thera as her assumed mentor; others say that an influx of unfaithful Highborne attempting to join the Sisterhood as a last resort was seen as a mockery of the order. Dejahna supposedly then raised the standards of entry to rigorous heights, some dubbing her the Zenith of Conviction for her high expectations from novices.

Given Azshara’s growing distance from the faith, and attempts to eclipse Elune with devotion from her subjects, old rumors claim that Dejahna held a particular bitterness for the queen by the outbreak of the War of the Ancients. This may have been in part due to Azshara’s appointment of her own High Priestess: Siralen of Vashj’ir.

Dejahna’s temple hosted a handful of templars, perhaps this ancient version of a lunar paladin having once been a prestigious rank within the faith.

An ornate vial was recovered from the Cathedral of Eternal Night, whose glass was said to “bear the mark of Dejahna.” It is unclear what this mark truly is, but it could be that each High Priestess, or even priestesses as a whole, have personal sigils rooted in the Elunarian language similar to a common signature. This vial could have been her personal vessel of moonwater, or one of many that she bestowed blessings upon by way of this mark. Considering its name of "Eternal Moon,” this may refer to the blessing or enchantment on the vial lasting eternally or having a resilient quality to its magick; as it did survive the temple sinking to the bottom of the ocean, being raised again by Gul'dan, and being pillaged by demonic forces and adventurers alike.

The upper levels of Dejahna's temple contained the "Hanging Gardens," which were actually tended to by an ancient named Agronox before he fell to corruption. It could be that because this temple was the heart of night elven worship in the empire, an ancient's service in a temple was a rare sight; or, Agronox's existence here could mean that others of his kind served alongside Kaldorei priestesses in other parts of the Pre-Sundering world as well.

Dejahna fell in battle during the War of the Ancients, and named Tyrande as her successor to take the mantle. This is an interesting development, as it would seem like such a position is granted directly by Elune, as seen with Haidene. However, in Demon Soul, Marinda is sent to deliver the message of Tyrande’s succession: “‘Before her death, she named a successor…’ Tyrande nodded. This was to be expected. The new high priestess had, of course, immediately sent out messengers like Marinda to spread the word of her ascension.” This being “expected” implies that naming a successor was a traditional practice in passing on the mantle. Supposedly as Dejahna was dying, she “insisted that only her attendants would know.” (Ch. 17) This could just be referring to healers seeing to her wounds, or it could be that within the Sisterhood at this time, there may have been a specific rank for tending to the High Priestess; an interesting parallel to the handmaidens of Queen Azshara. Marinda also reveals “…that, normally, there would be a ceremony, a long entailed one that as many worshippers as possible would be invited to see.” Elunarian faithful from all over Kalimdor likely traveled great distances to see such a monumental event. This role in general also seemed heavily involved at the time, “leading this chant and that. The temple also held a blessing each evening for the rising of the moon and the good will of the gods. In addition, the leading nobles always had to have some sort of recognition ceremony for various anniversaries and other events…” (Ch. 17)

A final piece of High Priestess lore we learn from Marinda comes from the reasoning behind Dejahna’s choice: “She was of clear mind, sister. And you should understand, she had made mention of you before this. The senior sisters all understood that you were the one…and no one among them argued the decision.” (Ch. 17) This uncovers an interesting dynamic in the old Sisterhood then, that there was at least a dialogue among the senior sisters, if not a democratic process settled through debate around the next chosen High Priestess.

Siralen - The Contended

“Let this statue stand as an everlasting testament to High Priestess Siralen in the name of all she has done to nurture Quel'Dormir Temple into a glowing beacon of faith. May her newfound service under Queen Azshara herself shine as a testament to the potential of the noble birth nurtured in our beloved, Vashj'ir.”

The case of Siralen is a strange one, as she was not passed this mantle from a High Priestess within the Sisterhood – as was tradition. She was instead granted this title by Queen Azshara, supposedly for strengthening the faith of Quel’dormir Temple in the royal city of Vashj’ir. It is interesting to speculate how priestesses across Kalimdor reacted to this decision: whether they saw it to be just as divine an act as being appointed by Elune herself or a current High Priestess, or if they disagreed with a bestowal that strayed so far from the role’s sacred history. Many of Azshara’s epithets insinuate that she was viewed favorably in tandem with the goddess, such as Daughter of the Moon, Flower of the Moon, and Radiance of the Moon. Although, others lean towards eclipsing Elune’s worship, like Light of a Thousand Moons, for example. In any case, the appointment of Siralen then introduces the question of authority, and whether the High Priestess of the Sisterhood was considered of higher, lower, or equal status.

Noteworthy still that her service is “under Queen Azshara herself,” and it could be that this nurtured faith was actually to the Queen, as Elune is conspicuously not mentioned anywhere in this engraving. It also reads, “a testament to the potential of the noble birth nurtured in our beloved, Vashj’ir,” perhaps alluding to a growing and more obvious class divide between the highborne and common Kaldorei; or at least the boundless arrogance of the highborne caste.

Other Notes:

The ancient high priestesses may have each worn a traditional headpiece depicting the Elunian cycle that was passed on through the ages. Tyrande Whisperwind still has this in her possession, and it was noted to have been entrusted to her during the War of the Ancients. -Headpiece of the Elunian Cycle, a quest reward from [Full Might of the Elves]

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Shadows of the Empire

"...the ancient elven island of Azsuna. Long ago, it was where the Highborne elves of Suramar perfected their mightiest of magics. Now, it is a cursed ruin." [Down to Azsuna]

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The Girl who charmed the Court

Illsalyn slunk through the courtyard of the vast estate her Grandmother, Mother, and their various consorts kept. The Shadewing household  big as it was could feel smothering sometimes and as her mother's eldest and only daughter sometimes was most of the time.  She had returned from her schooling in Nar’thalas for the winter and thusly was expected  to make appearances with the more notable members of her family. For now though she was determined not to get caught and asked a million questions. She supposed she should have known better.  

“Young lady, you do know your Minn’da has been requesting your presence in the parlour for the last ten minutes.” Sym’kalr  of course would be the one to catch her, he knew all of his daughters tricks and knew even better what would happen to her if her mother knew of her disobedience.

“Tell her I’ll be there momentarily Ann’da” She sighed and turned on her heels the long braid she kept her hair in swooshing over her shoulder as she did so.  The warm nights breeze followed her as she opened the door to parlour and stepped in. Her Mother, Ecaeris was sat on a lavish couch draped in the silks of a lady of the court.  Around her sat several men all of whom were doting on her and none of which were her father, of course her father didn’t mind her mother having multiple lovers and if he did his opinion would hardly even be considered such was the way the ladies of court behaved.

Illsalyn did not. Time and time again her mother had tried to stick her with elves who would as she said ‘make charming suitors’ but Illsalyn wanted none of it. Instead she stuck to women there was few and far between a handmaiden she hadn’t tried to wrap around her finger.  Her latest catch being one of Azshara’s favoured Lady Vashj.

Her mother's silver gaze finally peeked over the cup in her hand and locked onto her. “Ahhh my blessed daughter joins us at last. Come sit.” Ecaeris cooed shooing away some of her consorts and patting the empty space next to her.  Illsalyn sat down slowly shooting a glare of warning to any unattached males  not to bother with her.

“Illsalyn, you know you have a date to sit in at court today. I don’t know why you keep thinking you can slink off.” Her mother said giving her a slight prod to the forehead. “For someone who's such a clever mage you sure don’t use that brain very much do you darling daughter?”

Illsalyn frowned and crossed her arms, at the very least she hoped her brother would be joining them as well, because for all the hell she put her younger brother through he was still better company than most of the boring old elves in Aszhara’s court. Couple that with the fact she’d be in the presence of several  of the ladies she was seeing and maybe just maybe the night wouldn’t be a total drag.

“Your father and brother are already dressed and waiting, so why don’t you head over to your room and freshen up. And Illsalyn, darling….don’t take a thousand years please.”

Illsalyn nodded begrudgingly and teleported from the parlour to her room in the blink of an eye. She sighed  and rolled her eyes as she saw her mother had sent attendants after her as well, most likely to make sure she wasn’t wearing anything outlandish.  Once dressed and and prepped she sighed.

This wasn’t who she was, she wasn’t a proper lady, not  like her mother and her assortment of aunts. She didn’t want a harem of men she didn’t want to have to produce a multitude of children to keep the bloodline. She didn’t know what she wanted but it wasn’t this.

She was escorted to the family carriage by the servants and entered to find her father and brother were in fact already waiting. Ornthalas smiled and inclined his head at his older sister as she sat next to him. Ecaeris arrived shortly after giving her approval of her daughter's outfit and they made their way to place promptly.

Upon arriving at the palace Illsalyn and Ornthalas were corralled as  always by the palace servants as unlike their parents they were not old enough to be considered members of the court themselves  and thus not free to move about the palace without such escort. Illsalyn and Ornthalas were then lead deeper into the palace.

As they passed other nobles Illsalyn still felt a sense of out of placeness, the ladies draped in finery and surrounded by men who fawned over them. How did they stand it? It seemed like a suffocating existence, they were some of the most powerful spell casters in the empire and they spent their time  pursuing such trivial things like that.

As they we eventually herded into the meeting hall and sat down among the other youth of the court families, Lady Vashj among them the handmaiden scooting ever closer to the Shadewings and earning a flirty smile from Illsalyn. Also among them was their cousin Aletharion who managed to sit himself between Illsalyn and Vashj.

“Minn’da and Shal’nar  told me to keep an eye on the both of you, I would hate for you to get in trouble with your parents dear cousin.” He said, his eyes met hers there was a silent plea from her fellow mages eyes, she knew he would get the short end of the stick if he couldn’t  keep her in line so instead she nodded at him.

She supposed she could wait until school started again to go back to her usual ways.