Aorune rode his great gryphon, Ebon, to a tomb in the Stormwind graveyard as he did quite frequently. He realized something was different when he arrived. Fireblade knelt down at the statue in the middle of the memorial, and a feeling only the Light could give washed over him.
My son, what are you doing? cried a near but seemingly distant voicce. Aorune stood up, glancing around in all directions. A small chuckle could be heard.
I am sorry, I suppose you were not expecting that, but son, my dear Aorune...I must speak with you now. said the voice once more, prompting just a cautious nod from Aorune. I have been watching you, through the veil of the spirit world, and I fear you are /slowly/ straying from your path. I trained you with you mother as a man of both worlds; you could of been a Knight of the Silver Hand, or perhaps the greatest mage Dalaran ever knew. But you chose both, but the energies inside you, the seeking of justice, and your burning enthusiasm, are slowly tearing your conscience apart. While your fight gainst the Forsaken may be a noble one when done correctly, do not break the code of your Order. You have been improving upon that. And your new organization, the Counter-Council, you call it?...I warn against it. The Alliance is enduring enough stress as it is, and with your espionage on Gondorin, it may finally break apart. If you feel it must be done, cautiously go ahead with it, and avoid pacts with those that would harm you and the Alliance in the end.
"Father...It must be done! Ragefang will destroy the honor of the Alliance, and you said yourself, without honor, we are nothing!" Aorune exclaimed.
You must see the truth, my son....Here, this will be my last gift to you, Aorune....keep safe, and your mother and sister as well.
Slowly, a compartment in the tomb came open, revealing a golden mace, firey strands dancing around it, and a robe of the finest silk, with a strange, protective aura surrounding it. Aorune realized what they were.
"This is your mace, and Mother's robe from Lordaeron!" Aorune exclaimed, not believing his eyes. However, no voice responded.... Yet he heard in the back of his mind, Destroy evil where you may find it, not creating it from nothing. Go to Duskwood and slay the undead legions that plague it...Your true work begins there.
My son, what are you doing? cried a near but seemingly distant voicce. Aorune stood up, glancing around in all directions. A small chuckle could be heard.
I am sorry, I suppose you were not expecting that, but son, my dear Aorune...I must speak with you now. said the voice once more, prompting just a cautious nod from Aorune. I have been watching you, through the veil of the spirit world, and I fear you are /slowly/ straying from your path. I trained you with you mother as a man of both worlds; you could of been a Knight of the Silver Hand, or perhaps the greatest mage Dalaran ever knew. But you chose both, but the energies inside you, the seeking of justice, and your burning enthusiasm, are slowly tearing your conscience apart. While your fight gainst the Forsaken may be a noble one when done correctly, do not break the code of your Order. You have been improving upon that. And your new organization, the Counter-Council, you call it?...I warn against it. The Alliance is enduring enough stress as it is, and with your espionage on Gondorin, it may finally break apart. If you feel it must be done, cautiously go ahead with it, and avoid pacts with those that would harm you and the Alliance in the end.
"Father...It must be done! Ragefang will destroy the honor of the Alliance, and you said yourself, without honor, we are nothing!" Aorune exclaimed.
You must see the truth, my son....Here, this will be my last gift to you, Aorune....keep safe, and your mother and sister as well.
Slowly, a compartment in the tomb came open, revealing a golden mace, firey strands dancing around it, and a robe of the finest silk, with a strange, protective aura surrounding it. Aorune realized what they were.
"This is your mace, and Mother's robe from Lordaeron!" Aorune exclaimed, not believing his eyes. However, no voice responded.... Yet he heard in the back of his mind, Destroy evil where you may find it, not creating it from nothing. Go to Duskwood and slay the undead legions that plague it...Your true work begins there.
