Victor's Last Daughter

Although at one point in time, Panzer saw itself being disbanded and deemed inactive by the one who led it, a disturbance drew the slumbering Dread Father from his self-imposed seclusion and out into the open. Seeing what had occurred, and what still had yet to come, a number of interactions, investigations, and planning had led to the understanding that the organization should come back. 

 With a hand reaching across his desk, a parchment was pulled towards him, and a quill taken to writing.

Word has reached us in this dire time of need for Azeroth, with war upon the horizon we endeavor to root out the dissonant whispers of an evil that time has long forgotten, a true threat that can overturn the impending conflict and rid this land of any who could dare stand against it before it is too late. The squabbling is but a distraction, something that can distract the mind and subvert forces into a matter that risks much. 

Our aim, is to determine the goals of those hiding beneath the conflict of the two Factions, and contain or eliminate them. Should it ever be something aligned to our own goals, then subverting and guiding their hands to do the work for us is of top priority. If you can find it within yourself to see beyond this, and find yourself capable of shouldering a burden that precious few will ever thank you for, seek the ebon cross. 

 Carry the Ebon Cross, or be crushed beneath it. 

 For Panzer. 

For the Dread Father.

Panzer is a moderate to heavy roleplaying guild on the Wyrmrest Accord Server of World of Warcraft. Rather than sticking to just one sort of theme in particular, we have drawn from a number of different archetypes for guilds to make this a unique environment which still holds its fair share of secrets. There is no restriction upon the races that can join, one needs to only be mindful of lore and what would be feasible to go walking through the Horde cities.

While the guild holds a morality that bounces between neutral and evil, there are individuals who seek out the betterment of the realm, and the people who inhabit it. With each plot that is built and offered, there is an intent behind each one to leave an impression upon the characters who experience it, watching how it causes them to react and evolve through it. 

It is not just something to push a story, but to push the development and growth of characters. Positions within Panzer are not just handed to someone, each one involves something specific, and ways for you to make it your own! 

 Panzer also participates in game content: PvP and PvE, current and old, enjoying transmog runs and for some, taking care of progression. 

Should you like more information, feel free to view our information located at the following:

PANZER 

RANKS

If you have questions or wanting to figure out if your character may fit somewhere, feel free [and you are more than welcome!] to reach out to any of the leadership group below:

Pride [GM-In Game Name: Laeonas]

The Sanguine Sorceress [Officer-In Game Name: Malakortana]

Wulufani Ragetotem [Officer-In Game Name: Wulufani]

The dream state darkened, as clouds formed around her and the ocean’s waves turned even more  angry, frothy and sickly green. Her translucent hands would barely seem to hold the light.

But Kena took a deep breath, thinking of the way home. The way towards Love, and to fight against the raging poison that wished her dead.  Her pale eyes looked upwards towards the heavens, now turning ebony as if a storm was approaching.

A soft prayer was given, words spoken in her native tongue to ask for the gods to grant her freedom so she may return to the world to do their work.  Her hands moved upwards towards the dwindling light,  a surge of radiance growing within her. 

It started as a tiny spark, within her heart’s core, and soon the golden energy flowed into her being like warm honey through her wrists and hands and downwards into her feet and ankles.  There was light against the darkness of death.

She became a light well, a font of healing energy and the love of the universe as she whispered still the prayers she knew engraved upon her heart.  Hands outstretched, the light shot out to pierce the clouds in the darkening firmament.

She gave everything she had left,  guiding the light upwards to crack the heavens, knowing sometimes up was the only way out. In a brilliance of the Pale Lady the world around her faded in a blinding curtain.

Returning slowly to another world,  the heavy weight of gravity filled her weakening figure.  A whisper of life, and the breath returned with more vivacity than before. Eyes sealed shut slowly blinked open, and parched lips spoke softly to whomever listened:

“Poison.”

However, for days, she had lay slumbering and with no answers that had panned out, there was little to do but to try and keep her comfortable. In essence, it had become more like a death vigil than much else. Easing herself to her feet with a slight clinking of armor against wood she walked to where her friend and comrade slumbered before reaching out to place a gentle hand on her forehead. “You’re in there somewhere, I have faith that you are. Please come back to us. It’s not yet your time to leave this world and you know that. There are still many who care for you and need you in their lives. Come on, Kena, wake up please,” she murmured before lightly placing her other hand on the woman’s neck, closing her bright emerald orbs in concentration as she worked to take note of and then record her vitals upon the needed device.

“No changes, I suspected as much. Light help her now because I sure can’t,” she mumbled before exhaling a heavy sigh. “Light hear my plea. Cure that which mortals can’t. Grant respite that no other can. Please bring her back,” she whispered before a soft golden aura surrounded her hands. “You heard me, bring her back!” Tightly clenching her hands together her entire form trembled before the magic broke into delicate golden crystals shattering into nothingness.

Scowling, she turned away before gritting her teeth and silently cursing herself out for having lost her temper, if only briefly. “Calm, the Light will prevail,” she murmured, before drawing in a measured breath and gently unfurling her fists. “I swear if anyone had a hand in causing her this suffering they’ll regret it,” she growled before pulling her lips into a displeased snarl, and slowly shaking her head. “Light have mercy on any who harm those I work with, for I most certainly won’t,” she whispered, before turning her focus on the sleeping priestess, barely in time to see the woman’s eyes finally open, which in itself was unbelievable, uplifting and more all at once, but also to hear her manage a single word. “Poison.” “Kena!” It was at that the point that the healer quickly placed a hand on the priestess’s forehead and another on her neck, taking note and recording the vitals, hurriedly storing the information before speaking again. “Shhh, my friend, shhh, don’t try to talk too much. Also, welcome back to the waking world,” she murmured, before pouring a glass of water and setting it on the nightstand. “Wait, someone poisoned you?” She asked quietly, the only word uttered by the priestess slipping back into her mind once she had collected herself. “If they did they’ll pay for it,” she mumbled, before gingerly biting down on her lower lip and quickly raising the ruby upon a golden chain to her lips. “Dr. Solaris, Miss Silverbrook is awake.” Soon after she lowered the gem and returned her focus to the priestess and offering her a soft smile. “Would you like some water? It’ll be alright, my friend, all will be fine,” she murmured.

“How long?” She whispered softly, after the offered drink was given and she sipped it slowly. The revitalizing liquid refilled her strength and spirit.  “How long have I been gone?” Time was different in the mind, and the priestess had simply lost track of it as the days had slipped by.

After her sipping, she simply nodded. ‘Yes. Poison. I’m not sure which kind.. but..” Even with the water it was hard to speak, it felt strange to feel the winds coming from her mouth, and to be seen and heard. Kena finished the glass of water and lay back down again,  hands resting on her stomach.

Everything was so bright,  so daunting, and yet the Light had delivered her back where she needed to be.  Now it was simply up to those with the energy to find the cure, and find the one responsible. Looking at the woman’s eyes, she knew that it would be found and soon. A debt repaid in full.

She sighed, pausing to place an affectionate hand on the cheek of Kenawae Silverbrook, “I’m sorry…. I am asking too much too soon.  Welcome back.  You’ve been sorely missed.”

She looked towards their tired faces, the strain on their features. “I have worried you both so much. More than I should have.. I should make it up to you. Sometime, when all of us are feeling better and rested..” Slowly she rose to a seated position and took a deep breath.

“There was an elf who encountered me in the woods. I didn’t think anything of it when he walked into me. But then I started feeling dizzy.”  She took another sip of her drink, finding even these words hard as she watched the other women. “I went to the Library to do some research.. and then the book fell on me. Darkness then, and then.. I know nothing else.” The priestess sighed.

‘But my brother would never lie, not in my mind..or in my dream.” The priestess sighed, looking now out towards the windows. “You should open he windows, let the sea breeze in. It’s been so long since i’ve felt the embrace of the ocean.”

Lifting a hand to tug at her opposite wrist guard and gauntlet she offered a gentle shake of her head. “Don’t mention it, besides anything for you and hmm, well, at least we may know where you came in contact with the poison, and I don’t doubt that your brother would never lie to you. Still, and this probably goes without saying we’re going to have to find whoever did this to you and bring them to justice.”

Dropping her hand to the side she moved towards the windows before looking to the elder medic for confirmation as if opening the windows to let the ocean breeze in was acceptable to do or not. Given, after a moment or so even if an answer wasn’t given she’d carefully open the windows before moving back to the priestess’s side.

@crazyladyhorse

The dream state darkened, as clouds formed around her and the ocean’s waves turned even more  angry, frothy and sickly green. Her translucent hands would barely seem to hold the light.

But Kena took a deep breath, thinking of the way home. The way towards Love, and to fight against the raging poison that wished her dead.  Her pale eyes looked upwards towards the heavens, now turning ebony as if a storm was approaching.

A soft prayer was given, words spoken in her native tongue to ask for the gods to grant her freedom so she may return to the world to do their work.  Her hands moved upwards towards the dwindling light,  a surge of radiance growing within her. 

It started as a tiny spark, within her heart’s core, and soon the golden energy flowed into her being like warm honey through her wrists and hands and downwards into her feet and ankles.  There was light against the darkness of death.

She became a light well, a font of healing energy and the love of the universe as she whispered still the prayers she knew engraved upon her heart.  Hands outstretched, the light shot out to pierce the clouds in the darkening firmament.

She gave everything she had left,  guiding the light upwards to crack the heavens, knowing sometimes up was the only way out. In a brilliance of the Pale Lady the world around her faded in a blinding curtain.

Returning slowly to another world,  the heavy weight of gravity filled her weakening figure.  A whisper of life, and the breath returned with more vivacity than before. Eyes sealed shut slowly blinked open, and parched lips spoke softly to whomever listened:

“Poison.”

However, for days, she had lay slumbering and with no answers that had panned out, there was little to do but to try and keep her comfortable. In essence, it had become more like a death vigil than much else. Easing herself to her feet with a slight clinking of armor against wood she walked to where her friend and comrade slumbered before reaching out to place a gentle hand on her forehead. “You’re in there somewhere, I have faith that you are. Please come back to us. It’s not yet your time to leave this world and you know that. There are still many who care for you and need you in their lives. Come on, Kena, wake up please,” she murmured before lightly placing her other hand on the woman’s neck, closing her bright emerald orbs in concentration as she worked to take note of and then record her vitals upon the needed device.

“No changes, I suspected as much. Light help her now because I sure can’t,” she mumbled before exhaling a heavy sigh. “Light hear my plea. Cure that which mortals can’t. Grant respite that no other can. Please bring her back,” she whispered before a soft golden aura surrounded her hands. “You heard me, bring her back!” Tightly clenching her hands together her entire form trembled before the magic broke into delicate golden crystals shattering into nothingness.

Scowling, she turned away before gritting her teeth and silently cursing herself out for having lost her temper, if only briefly. “Calm, the Light will prevail,” she murmured, before drawing in a measured breath and gently unfurling her fists. “I swear if anyone had a hand in causing her this suffering they’ll regret it,” she growled before pulling her lips into a displeased snarl, and slowly shaking her head. “Light have mercy on any who harm those I work with, for I most certainly won’t,” she whispered, before turning her focus on the sleeping priestess, barely in time to see the woman’s eyes finally open, which in itself was unbelievable, uplifting and more all at once, but also to hear her manage a single word. “Poison.” “Kena!” It was at that the point that the healer quickly placed a hand on the priestess’s forehead and another on her neck, taking note and recording the vitals, hurriedly storing the information before speaking again. “Shhh, my friend, shhh, don’t try to talk too much. Also, welcome back to the waking world,” she murmured, before pouring a glass of water and setting it on the nightstand. “Wait, someone poisoned you?” She asked quietly, the only word uttered by the priestess slipping back into her mind once she had collected herself. “If they did they’ll pay for it,” she mumbled, before gingerly biting down on her lower lip and quickly raising the ruby upon a golden chain to her lips. “Dr. Solaris, Miss Silverbrook is awake.” Soon after she lowered the gem and returned her focus to the priestess and offering her a soft smile. “Would you like some water? It’ll be alright, my friend, all will be fine,” she murmured.

“How long?” She whispered softly, after the offered drink was given and she sipped it slowly. The revitalizing liquid refilled her strength and spirit.  “How long have I been gone?” Time was different in the mind, and the priestess had simply lost track of it as the days had slipped by.

After her sipping, she simply nodded. ‘Yes. Poison. I’m not sure which kind.. but..” Even with the water it was hard to speak, it felt strange to feel the winds coming from her mouth, and to be seen and heard. Kena finished the glass of water and lay back down again,  hands resting on her stomach.

Everything was so bright,  so daunting, and yet the Light had delivered her back where she needed to be.  Now it was simply up to those with the energy to find the cure, and find the one responsible. Looking at the woman’s eyes, she knew that it would be found and soon. A debt repaid in full.

She sighed, pausing to place an affectionate hand on the cheek of Kenawae Silverbrook, “I’m sorry.... I am asking too much too soon.  Welcome back.  You’ve been sorely missed.”

NUMINOUS

[adjective]

1. of, pertaining to, or like a numen; spiritual or supernatural.

2. surpassing comprehension or understanding; mysterious.

3. arousing one’s elevated feelings of duty, honour, loyalty, etc.

Etymology: from Latin nūmin- (stem of nūmen), “a nod, command, divine will” or “power, divinity”; akin to nūtāre, “to nod the head in commanding or assent”.

The first glimpse was of Kale, those cerulean eyes gazing over her as she reached out to him, yet she could not reach him as her hands passed through his own form. Ghostly thin she walked through and he didn’t not see. His eyes, held a thousand tears and still could not stop flowing, a river of countless sorrows.

Something was wrong, as she looked over towards the tree line, a fire burning, the flames leaping high into a starlight sky and a mournful song echoed through the assembled guests. It was not a song, but a dirge, and as the barefooted priestess walked closer, she glimpsed to the form upon the pyre, held high as if they were the King or Queen of the hour.

It was a beautiful maiden, blonde tresses brushed carefully out, adorned with lilies and roses freshly cut. Even the white gown she wore was of the finest quality, emblazoned beside her was the seal of the Phoenix Guard.

Everyone stood around in a circle, each holding a candle, flickering somehow in a breeze that she could not feel. The Commander and Lieutenant stood at the center, speaking soft prayers as they dipped the burning stave against the cloth to ignite it once again. The entire guard was there, dressed in formal regalia.

Their eyes, held fast with sorrow, whispered unkept promises and thoughts of confusion. Priestess Velli stood next to Deylia, adorned in ebony hues and sparkles of teardrops etched onto the lines of her face.

Rosi and Dey also stood close together, in this solemn and final moments they strongly held back their own feelings. But soon they set aside the candles and picked up their bows.

Ruthar shot first, a silver arrow but not just any arrow, this one streaked crimson across the sky as the impact of the air ignited the rocket on the side of it. It burst into radiance as all eyes turned towards the open ocean.

Then Dey aimed towards the ocean with her own arrow, this time saffron, to match the colors of the Guard. Sleek and stately it flew into the skies to erupt into a shower of color.

Lastly Rosita knocked the last arrow, sending it lower than the others, but still in stately position, deep blue streaking the skies in the smoke-trails of the others. Blue for what? Kena asked herself softly.

Her eyes looked upwards to gaze at the body, finding herself drawing back in surprise, the flames had ignited everything but the face. The face that she recognized as her own…

“I"M ALIVE!” Kena screamed, but no one heard the voice, and in a blink of an eye the scene faded, leaving her alone once more.

Her sobs prevented explanation - not that the boy would understand.  Silverbrook had saved her life and now lay comatose for weeks.  The tall paladin had grown surly over her - and others’ inability to solve the mystery ailment and Dey felt another piece of her heart ripped away.  She reached to he crystal communicator at her bedside, “Calthos…. now is your chance… I need you now…SUNKEEPER!!!!”

@kenasilverbrook

@calthossunkeeper

@vellissanasolaris

It had been weeks if not months since one of her friends, also a member of the ranks she served with had been found unconscious and still there were no defentive answers as to why she remained comatose. The testing and reports had not provided any helpful information as far as she was aware of. There had been no news from the library that she had been informed of or any significant changes.

Staring at the slumbering woman, she rested her feet at the foot of the cot on which she rested.  The cottage was still an unsafe zone and there was no way she would return this patient there alive.  It was simply too dangerous, in her eyes.  The property had retained the deadening energy when last she’d set foot there.  

Vellis hated failure even more than she hated incompetence.  She hadn’t given up yet and hoped the priestess had yet to give up on her or Ell’enath.  

@crazyladyhorse

@kenasilverbrook

Vancastra Karver - The Swamp Witch