Guild Stories: Disks of Eonar

Hello, my still faithful (I hope) blog readers. Since we’ve started the guild, I’ve been writing up summaries of our stories there on the guild Discord, but I never published them out to the public. I figured people would be interested in hearing what happened to Krasha since, so I’m sharing the Discord summaries here.

OOC

As Krasha revealed one time in his briefing, there were more than just disks of Norgannon. Titans stored different kinds of knowledge on various disks scattered across Azeroth. Most of these have been lost of time, and among those were – until recently – the Disks of Eonar. According to legends, they contain the record of all life on Azeroth, all that ever was, is, or even will be. Or at least that’s the story the vrykul tell. One ancient saga of theirs told the story of this record being hidden in a sacred temple of the Makers, beneath a hill, beyond a swamp, a league away from a black dragon lair, far in the eastern reaches of Old Kalimdor. This record would fit perfectly with one Titan facility dwarves have been trying to get into for years now – Bael Modan.

Upon arriving in Bael Modan, we found it taken over by centaurs. A gnome ace pilot local to the town, Gaeval Thunderblast, asked us to get rid of all the centaurs and since it was on our way, we agreed. It was a tough battle ahead towards the newly uncovered entrance to the Titan facility – thanks to the goblins who blew up Bael Modan a few years back – but eventually Cayleen faced a centaur warleader alone, which sent the other centaurs fleeing. Sadly, upon confronting the Krenka shaman, Forgol, we found out he was being manipulated by some sort of spirit, which told the centaurs to attack us. We eventually dispatched those centaurs and took Forgol prisoner and tried to blow open the door. Unfortunately, the door wasn’t budging and we had to wait for Usir’Mertan, the nerubian engineer Verroak dispatched to help us, to find a way inside.

When we returned a week later, the facility was wide open and the door was – according to Usir’Mertan – “kind of disintegrated”. Upon arriving inside, we accidentally triggered facility’s security system which dispatched a couple of traps to deal with us. We successfully avoided a flame trap, and tore apart the spark coil. Then, Usir’Mertan found the power cell and together with Nahla disabled the power cell and with it, the entire security system.

However, deeper in we found more perplexing things. We were attacked by a group of kobolds and – strangely enough – a wicker monster from Drustvar. Utilizing some of our strongest magic, we dealt with those threats and proceeded into the inner chamber where a broken Titan watcher was laying despondent and the disks were nowhere to be found. However, the thief left behind a convenient holographic projector. Turns out the thief was none other than the infamous RAFAAM THE SUPREME ARCHAEOLOGIST.

Rafaam triggered explosions set off by bombs his kobolds left behind and tried to bury us alive. Even though the exit has already collapsed, with the concerted efforts of Acheras the Custodian – the aforementoned Keeper – and the centaur shaman Forgol on the ouside, we broke through the rubble and got out, although Acheras was badly broken in the encounter.

Forgol, turns out, was somehow convinced by Verroak Krasha that the spirit was a fraud (and it indeed was, as Rafaam himself admitted to being that spirit) and has now arrived to help us. Now Ethan wanted to take the broken Keeper to Krasha, but Cayleen convinced him not to tell the boss about everything that happened and called for Odyn’s val’kyr to help their fellow Titanforged, which they gladly did.

With the disks still at large and in possession of the psychopathic ethereal thief, who knows what he can use them for? Now we have to find Rafaam and deal with him before he can do something horrible once more.

While on the search for Rafaam or his other minions, we followed a trail leading us to Hagatha. Drust monsters were seen in the woods of Gilneas again, so our group investigated a small village and found a group of very creepy humans telling us to leave. After we didn’t leave, the “humans” turned out to be the pig-headed zombie monsters drust use. After dispatching them, we followed the trail to the back of the village, but to our surprise, we didn’t find Hagatha, but an arakkoa underling of hers, Kriziki. Instead of killing her, we recruited her for her knowledge of Rafaam’s whereabouts.

With Kriziki’s help, we located Rafaam in the Sholazar Basin, where he absconded with the Disks and attempted to use them to take control of the Avatar of Freya. Before we could confront him, Rafaam sent another of his underlings, the mad paladin George the Fallen, who was convinced he was really summoning minions with Hearthstone cards. After dealing with him, and sending him off to an asylum, we confronted Rafaam himself. He has already taken control of the Avatar, so we had to avoid harming her while dealing with Rafaam. Soon, the ethereal thief was down and left his bindings behind, and the Disks belonged to us.
The Avatar of Freya, despite our help in freeing her, was against us taking the Disks so our nerubian friend took control of her this turn and made her forget us, before Cayleen stormed off in anger and we left to deliver the goods to our boss.

One step closer to the full ‘Dex

I have a certain respect for the mo’arg. The engineer dudes, not the beefy mooks. They’re smart, they’re dangerous and their appearance incites terror. When you see a mo’arg going at you, you know you’re in trouble. Sure, they’re going a little extreme with the whole “replacing body parts with machines” thing, but everyone has got their own little obsession. I must admit, mine is probably collecting. Not pixelated monsters in a tiny hand-held device, not cards or teddy bears – collecting people. The more varied and stranger their races, the better. Just seeing all kinds of creatures working together fills a certain, warped sense of collectorship in my mind. And I always wanted to have one of these – the mo’arg. I worked with, and fought, Sal’salabim so I know what they’re capable of. But only recently I got the chance to get one of them in my employ.

Spaced out

I cannot pretend I understand what’s going on between my uncle and that ogre, Lunk. Apparently the ogre is popular in some circles for some zany adventures he goes on and the unusual for his race pacifism. In my timeline I never heard of him so I assume he was dead. It’s a brutal world out there and someone who refuses to kill likely did not survive for long. Well, this version of Lunk survives and even thrives, to a certain degree. I even saw two alter egos he donned – the eloquent “Professor Lunk” and “Fel-Breaker Lunk” who was still the same but with special powers. And despite all of that, he likes to constantly try his luck and dare even more ridiculous things every day. One of his obsessions is about going to the White Lady (to which he refers very eloquently as “the moon”), and for that purpose, he recently went off-world to Darfell.