#turn one

Off the coast of Sundial Anchorage, a Stormwind and Kul Tiran Fleet led by Commodore Lucious of Lordaeron takes command as soldiers from Kul Tiras, Stormwind, and Arathor are ready to disembark. 

Near Sunsail Anchorage, Admiral Drake dispatches his Kul Tiran marines onto the shores and brings the Citadel of the Last Ember, home of the Phoenix Guard under siege. 

Attempting to make some sort of headway on the Isle of Quel’Danas, Fleet Commander Esme Sunshard and Commander Faervel Bael’nar ready themselves with Stormwind 3rd Fleet and a garrison of undead that hold the beach landing. 

Further south, a new nation sparks into the hearts of all former exiles of Quel’Thalas. The Kingdom of Quel’Thalas Reborn, a thalassian enclave has reclaimed the former Windrunner Holdings. Their elven regiments move onto Embertree of Shallowbrook and further into Havenblaze port. 

With the war sounding out in the deep Amani trolls swept out of the mountain passes and surround the Emberlight. Dispatching General Idrya Blacksun to the Blacksun Gates, the Emberlight prepares for the carnage. Sailing north, Severus Blacksquall engages with the Stormwind 9th fleet off the coast of Sundial Anchorage.

The night was not without some victories as the Sunguard was able to dispatch squads of agents. Monax the Undying was successfully able to raise new soldiers in Autumnvale while the scout Thinariel was able to show the Sunguard main force a position of an ambush on the dwarven column. Finally, the bard Vaelan Cindercloak gave a rousing song to the Mage-Guard under Azriah Thelryn’s command.

Research into Militia Training and Advance Seafaring were completed by the human Gideon and the Pathfinder Caelinda respectively while a force was sent to Suramar to assist in retrieving allies. A troop of consisting of Caeliri Dawnsworn, Melori Bronzeblade, and Elovriel the Wyrm were successfully able to find and meet with the Matron known as Ayra, a rising figure within the city-state. 

On the southern front, an elite force consisting of Oosaarn Bloodaxe, Sibelia, and the Spellbreaker Thordemar were able to cross over the Thalassian Mountains into the Ghostlands and link up with a battalion of elite Forsaken soldiers known as the Queen’s Hand. 

The last will and testament of Thordemar Ashelanar Emberfell, sole proprietor of the Emberfell homestead and acting Master forgesmith of the Emberfell Artisanship. The following are my final wishes.

Upon the time of my death, I relinquish full ownership and management of the Emberfell Artisanship to my brother, Felo’thore Emberfell Novastorm. Any current orders will be halted, refunded or terminated in my absence. It is my hope that you, Felo’thore, do not immediately close the business, and that if a hiatus is necessary, you hold onto the network our father’s family had taken centuries to build and pass that opportunity to your potential children or mine if and when they come of age and interest. It is also my hope that as your brother, you would consider keeping the Artisanship alive with your own glassblowing work, even if it means our family’s business evolves into something less functional and more aesthetic. Do not let the spirit of creating die with me, Felo’thore. Deny it to your own grave; you are a son of Rhandelen Emberfell and your heart has always belonged in the forge’s fires.

After any remaining refunds are served, my collective financial savings are to be divided in the following ways:

One half donated to the Second Chance project.

One quarter placed in an account exclusively for subsequent funeral services & the upkeep of my property.

One quarter to my brother, the portion in which our parents had left to both of us.

My motorcycle is to be offered to Lord Rhydran Dawnblade if he wish to care for it. I can think of really no one else who’d might make use of it.

My estate and the twelve acre plot of land it resides on is also left to my brother, Felo’thore Emberfell Novastorm. The house and connecting metal shop is a work of art labor in itself- one I built from foundation to roof after the fall in the likeness of our parents’ former dwelling. My only expectation is that my house and modest parcel of land is not left to wither unused. Whether it is offered under protected forest to the Novastorms, used for conducting the family business, or made a home to friends of for various parts of the year, I wish for it to be appreciated for what it is and for the hard work I put into making it my own.

My garden, apiary, and produce of my land is to be given in the care of Xenus Everdusk. May she always have full and open passage of the grounds at any time of day or night she wishes. In addition, allow her the honor of holding on to my many sketchbooks.

My loyal steeds, Alabaster & Obsidia the talbuks and Filthy, my deer companion is to be placed in Vandeis Aschblade’s care upon my passing. I could think of no one more suited to care for the animals closest to me.

My armory is to be donated to the Sunspear Batallion of the Sunguard, all swords, maces, shield walls and plate, save for my mother’s sword and mantle, which is the first items upon my death that are to be immediately put in my brother’s possession.

In another envelope beside the will was a short letter, handwritten.

FELO’THORE,

IF YOU ARE READING THIS, I’M PROBABLY DEAD. I SAY PROBABLY BECAUSE YOU’RE A SNEAKY SHIT AND WHO KNOWS IF YOU WILL READ THIS EARLIER THAN YOU SHOULD. SO LET’S GO WITH PROBABLY.

THIS ISN’T AN EASY THING TO THINK ABOUT FOR YOU, I KNOW. BUT I’VE SEEN DEATH THOUSANDS OF TIMES. BEING DEAD DOESN’T SEEM SO BAD, REALLY. IF IT HAPPENS, IT HAPPENS. WHAT I’M MORE CONCERNED ABOUT STAYING DEAD WHILE DEAD.

I HAVE ONE FINAL REQUEST OF YOU, BROTHER, AND I ASK THIS SINCERELY. PLEASE HAVE MY REMAINS CREMATED AND WITH THE ASH, DO TWO THINGS. PLEASE BURY SOME OF IT UNDER THE TREE WITH MINN’DA AND ANN’DA. BUT WITH THE REST OF IT, I WISH FOR IT TO BE BLOWN IN YOUR GLASS. KEEP IT AS A CEREMONIAL PIECE AND HAVE IT BURIED WITH YOU WHEN YOU WIND UP JOINING ME.

THE TRUTH IS, THE ONLY THING I REALLY DON’T LOOK FORWARD TO ABOUT BEING DEAD IS BEING SEPARATED FROM YOU AGAIN. SO TAKE ME WITH YOU, WHEREVER LIFE TAKES YOU.

LOVE WAS NEVER A QUESTION, YOU ASSHOLE.