Ilyea pressed the button to Logaine’s coffee maker once more, the crystal whirling as more of that precious liquid dispensed into the cup. The metal tin was brought to her lips as she relished more of the delightful brew.
The enchanted quill hung in mid air as the mage held her break, giving a slight glare as she snapped her fingers starting again at the story; the quill marched in place to record. There was so much, but it needed to be told. Just in case something like this or similar happens again; then at least future generations won’t be caught unaware.
~Black Dog’s Descent~
The move seemed to be ideal at the time when they brought the bowl further down into the vault. Cold light the name had been whispered as much that it was easy to start the search upon it and at least hire the right hands to start the story. Hired hands were called upon to continue the search and various tid bits were clear.
Coldlight was a patriarch of a small family that once guarded the sunwell before Arthas came. Obviously the removal of the sunwell, meant that amount of power went down the drain and so a man with only so little power went with Kael’thas into outlands. It was there something changed and twisted so.
The informant that was hired proved to run into a little trouble with an orc group from Orgrimmar. As soon as I got the paper back, I knew whom at least briefly whom it was. A group of trained orc assassins that were sent to keep those within Horde that were under the legion’s grasp, cults and other such traitorous activities. It would mean often that such individuals would not be seen again. They were a secretive but fiercely loyal bunch committed to doing the right thing. I know their involvement would be troublesome but the Scions as whole would have to show that they would not be swayed by their power. Their watchful eye was our loyalty to the horde.
But the Orcs of the Black Wolves were a prideful, deeply paranoid group. The Scions did not pass their test to give much needed information, even though I had been keeping a previous bargain with them about different Fel artifacts. Perhaps they are waiting for a test of loyalty to able to provide what they know.
~Vault Emergency~
It was clear to note that the Scions were still not clear what exactly the Creepy bowl thing did. No one was sure, so what happened next was no one fault.
In one desperate act of his power, Coldlight manifested within the deep vaults finding the key that he sought after. Whatever that was unnatural or whatever it was, him and the key were activated at the same moment locking down the deep vaults to prevent further corruption. All of Myra’s resources were dealing in keeping the two from going further, so various Scions were teleported in to re-activate different fail safes. Of the ones lost within the annals of the records, Aurora, Lyrica, Delryssa, Logaine, two love struck demon hunters were among the group that were remembered as they tread deep within the vaults mysteries. I was unfortunately deep within the vaults when this occurred, since I was pregnant at the time; Myra put me under a protection ward. I was able to watch though.
Dealing with the copious amounts of fel energy and re-animated corpses that littered the various vault records. Switch after switch was activated soon the group was granted access underneath the vaults. A giant thin ghost that was the groups first look at Cold light held a key that funneled in deep within the shadowlands. Under no extreme distress within the group, they managed to defeat the ghost as well as recover the mysterious key.
The creepy bowl thing was put within its own vault to contain the deep copious amounts of fel that was produced. Any guardian and artifact that was no fully corrupted was put to the side to be cleansed. The black empire key that was recovered was put behind deep ice magics hidden once more within the deep vaults.
Myra put out a call to the Scions left to help recover the missing artifacts and the guardian. Little did I know at the time, how much this was the key to unlocking the Creepy Bowl thing.
