Candles flickered, fighting to beat back the encroaching darkness as night fell in Dalaran. A figure sat in the corner of one of the rooms of the Hero's Rest inn, lately serving as a temporary headquarters for the Shadows of Argus since the destruction of their former home in the Mystic Ward of Ironforge. The air was thick with scented smoke from a water-pipe that the figure took long draws from at intervals. Now and then a chilly breeze blew through, carrying away wisps of smoke, but these were always soon replaced by the draenei woman sitting there as she puffed. She stared across the room at nothing in particular, lost in thought, a pile of parchments strewn haphazardly across the table in front of her.

She took a long draw, exhaling a cloud of smoke through her nostrils. It swirled and billowed around her face for a moment before being spirited away by the gentle breaths of wind. Her eyes flitted down towards some of the missives: reports from other organizations on the outcome of the siege, communications to and from the leaders of other soldierly orders, recquisitions, and such. At the edge of the table sat a bound book, the ledger that held the names and important information about all the Shadows' own people. Her eyes came to rest upon it for a long moment. She pondered.

And then her gaze shifted to her runeblade, which leaned against a nearby wall. It almost seemed as though the blood of vanquished foe still coated the weapon, though it had long since been cleaned and sharpened. Taradeil was now dead and dealt with, the threat she posed nullified. Her attack on the order had been avenged. Her target, a fragment of the Naaru Xe'dri, was safe, at least for the moment. But the victory had come at great cost: the attention of the Shadows of Argus had been so long occupied by the pursuit of this foe that they'd had time for little else in the interim. Little time to train, little time to recruit, little time to aid in the outcome of the Siege. And, of course, there were the lives that had been lost, as well as the departure of a few who were so terribly burdened by the outcome that they felt they could no longer function as members.

She puffed on the hookah, gaze returning to the table and the ledger that sat at arm's length, and she heaved a sigh. The threat posed by Taradeil had been ended, but there was still no shortage of work to be done. Training regimens too long suspended would have to be resumed, the push for new membership renewed. The order had been pushed nearly to the breaking point by all the recent tribulations, and it was now necessary to forge new strength from the experience. There were still conflicts on the horizon, after all, in spite of the tentative ceasefire between Alliance and Horde.

And, finally, as that thought drifted through her mind, her eyes came to rest upon the map of the so-called Emerald Isle. Soon the order's forces would be tested, once again against an old rival, upon its shores. Now it was time to prepare them to meet the challenge. There was little enough time to ensure that they would be ready.

She took a final draw from the hookah, picked up a nearby pen, and began to write. There was much to be done.

OOC Stuff:

As always, we are looking for dedicated RPers and those who enjoy PVP on both large and small scales, as well as those who are interested in running raids of current content. In addition, we're always seeking partnership with other guilds for cooperative storylines!

If you're interested in joining us or working with us, send a message to Arloth (our GM), Glyllena, Kyssandrith, or Maeorra. We're happy to answer any questions you have!

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Currently priority recruiting for RBG team (and backup rosters): Resto Druid, Mistweaver Monk, Disc/Holy Priest, destro/afflic lock, rogue, and a ele/enhance shaman