The Fall of Ameth’Aran—Darkshore
Sentinel Tysha Moonblade was sent by the Circle of Ancients to explore the ancient ruins of Darkshore.
“To the east you will find the ruins of Ameth’Aran. It is now inhabited by the restless spirits of the Highborne that once dwelt within its walls, but once it was a place where the servants of Azshara freely practiced their powerful magics. I was sent to explore the ruins and came across two large tablets, scrawled with the stories of Ameth’Aran and its fall. While I read the runes, I was accosted by the spirits, and fled.
Please, if you can, venture to the ruins and decipher the tablets in my place.”
We have few records from the time around the War of the Ancients, especially near the destruction of the Well of Eternity. Given the upheaval and cataclysmic events that were taking place, it is no big surprise. Thank you. With your help my work here is finished, and I will be able to deliver a full report to the Circle.
The Fall of Ameth’Aran
The earth trembled as the ancient trees in the enchanted forest were uprooted and toppled. The groves and glades tended by the sons and daughters of Cenarius and the stone towers of the children of the stars were brought to the rolling ground. There was our queen. Radiant even in the desperation. In the chaos that was the battles. The enchanted sky changed colors with the discharge of magic. With the explosions that threatened to tear the world asunder.
Brother fought brother, Chosen fought blessed. It was not all the Highborne that fought . Some stood transfixed as the madness took them. Mighty cities and humble towns alike were felled around them.
In Ameth’Aran, all was in ruins. Its people clinging to the ground as though that might spare them from the destruction. It was then that Athrikus Narassin, favored of Azshara appeared to guide them to safety.
With a spell he could protect them. He would say. While around them, brother and sister, father and mother perished. They would have life eternal, and have naught to fear from the Sundering that was to come.
The Lay of Ameth’Aran
Long had the children of the stars dwelled upon the banks of the shimmering waters of the Eternal Well. To all was known that Elune, light of the eternal twilight, aspect and goddess of the moon, dwelt within its waters at such time that she rested from her works. Upon the shores of the Well did the children of the stars, favored of Elune, build their homes even as their gaze was trained ever skyward, into the moonlit night.
Though there were many towns and places of habitation constructed upon the lakeshore, Ameth’Aran and Bashal’Aran villages were the foremost. Having the touch of Azshara, the Kaldorei’s beloved Queen, in their creation. Her favored servitors, those of the Highborne, she brought to the twin towns to reside, and to govern them she placed Athrikus Narassin. Though it would be that he would spend most of his days in his Tower of Althalaxx, some ways removed of the towns.
His second , a mage known of his prowess in the arcane arts as much as with his physical abilities was Asterion, who lived among the people of Bashal’Aran, and went many times to Ameth’Aran to see to the needs and wants of its people.
And so it was upon the shores of the Well of Eternity, the twin towns grew and prospered, while the world beneath the stars fell slowly to madness.
Thundris Windweaver from Auberdine(Darkshore) sends you to investigate. The ruins of Bashal’Aran to the east are overrun with demonic minions. The sprites and satyrs that have taken up residence in the area feed upon the magical energies of the area, their powers growing from continued exposure. Even with that, I have noticed that there is one shrine they will not approach. On the western side of the ruins, atop a small bluff, a strange blue aura permeates… There must be an explanation to the demons’ reluctance. I would like you to investigate it.
Finding the strange blue aura, you find Asterion—second to the service of Athrikus Narassin—is found held prisoner within.
“Ahh … to what could I possibly owe the exceedingly special honor of one such as yourself as company. Truly it says much of my current companions—- with the offense to my hosts, the noble grells and satyrs—that your presence could be considered an improvement.
But please, do not let my uncivil tongue drive you from the place. It has indeed been many years, decades even, since I had civil accompaniment.”
If I were to relate the story of my life, I have no doubt it would surpass the limits of your patience. Let us say that mine has been a long and painful life, and this spectral form is perhaps the worst torment of all.
I am held here by the means of magic. Though my words may seem disingenuous, I assure you I would be grateful beyond words if you would help me find the means of my imprisonment. A seal binds me, and by examining the earpieces of the sprites and grells, I may find a trace of it.
Once I have the earrings, I will cast the spell to search for the whereabouts of the seal that binds me. For centuries I have thought on the freedom destroying the seal would bring to me … Perhaps those centuries have taken a toll upon my mind that I might never recover …
Indeed … the grells of Bashal’Aran do not possess that which I am searching … however they have come into contact with it recently. Recently … I would reckon that by your time, not mine. Recent for me stretches into the veil of the past, almost another Age …
If the grells have come into close contact with the seal that binds my eternal prison, I suspect I know the cause. No doubt the seal has come into the possession of the satyr that lead them. I feel strongly that this must be true. One of the satyr must surely possess it. If you can obtain it, you would bring me so close to passing the bars of my prison that tears would come to my eyes.
Obtain the Ancient Moonstone Seal and bring it to Asterion in Bashal’Aran.
The pillars of this shrine are as the bars of a prison to me. No strength I still possess might break them, and no magic I wield might destroy them … For a thousand years and more I have stared at them, wondering if at long last I outlived even the stone, would I be free? Or would it be invisible bars that held me then …
The Ancient Moonstone Seal? It … it is hard for me to even believe that what I hold now is that which has held me for so long. Le us waste no time. When the seal is destroyed, I might walk the forests of the earth freely again.
It was the craft of one of the most powerful of the Highborne that created the seal that formed my prison. In Ameth’Aran, the ruins to the south that are twin to these, persists even today an ancient flame, blue in color. In this flame this seal could be destroyed. Be wary in the ruins.
I am freed. I can now see with my own eyes the changes that have come to our world … only bits and pieces have I known. To think that when I last walked freely, the Well still stood and the Highborne held court with Azshara, our beloved queen.
I sense that my jailor, my former master, Athrikus, still lives … Already my feelings of hopelessnes will give way into thoughts of vengeance.
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