03-23-2020, 06:14 PM
Breathe. Last time Remnii said to breathe. Just breathe.
Velameestra had retreated into the dim light of the cart she had inhabited for most of the trek through the Redridge mountains--away from the chaos of marching soldiers that surrounded it on their collective way to Galardell Valley.
Visually, the elf appeared neutral, her expression lacking the manic anxiety that she had displayed the previous morning when the news of the final barrier dropping reached them, but her body was tense. Arkha’din was securely held in her arms, his serpentine body tangled in her grip with his head resting limply on his Mistress’s knee--disgruntled by his entrapment, but not enough to put up any degree of fuss.
There’s no way to verify. The aura Jandice sensed was a potential coincidence. A likely one, but a coincidence.
...No. You know better. Things rarely line up that perfectly if it’s just coincidence.
But sources are two to three times removed. Remnii trusts them but information is more at risk of fracturing the more sources it goes through. Something imperative could be missing.
Her grip on Arkha’din slackened enough for the mana wyrm to wriggle into a more comfortable position. He hissed quietly, testing his Mistress’s willingness to provide him with more direct attention, but upon receiving no immediate acknowledgement, he settled down again.
The elf leaned her head back, the rhythm of her breathing starting to slow.
I spoke with Kael’thas yesterday. Which means he’s still active. It sounded like him. The magic indicated it was him. I can’t think of anything immediately that would misdirect that.
But undeath doesn’t prevent correspondence. Jandice is proof of that. It’s possible.
Assuming Remnii’s sources are accurate, resurrection or undeath are the only options. There’s no actual way to verify either. Not without expending resources I don’t have. Everything is based on a solitary source.
Should I warn Aethas?
No. It’s a solitary source. There are too many pieces missing. We don’t know what happened. Anyone that saw what happened was an enemy in that moment if they were also pursuing Frostmourne.
They could have been dispersing information to Remnii’s sources intending it to get back. An attempt to fracture any unity if that information got spread.
...a paranoid theory.
But knee-jerk reactions are detrimental.
They’re fighting a war.
There’s too many unknowns. Too many sides I am not aware of. Too many pieces hidden. There’s no way to anticipate what the response would be.
And I’m down here.
She sighed, letting her eyes close.
Everything is moving so fast.
What else can I do, when every little thing is falling apart?
Velameestra had retreated into the dim light of the cart she had inhabited for most of the trek through the Redridge mountains--away from the chaos of marching soldiers that surrounded it on their collective way to Galardell Valley.
Visually, the elf appeared neutral, her expression lacking the manic anxiety that she had displayed the previous morning when the news of the final barrier dropping reached them, but her body was tense. Arkha’din was securely held in her arms, his serpentine body tangled in her grip with his head resting limply on his Mistress’s knee--disgruntled by his entrapment, but not enough to put up any degree of fuss.
There’s no way to verify. The aura Jandice sensed was a potential coincidence. A likely one, but a coincidence.
...No. You know better. Things rarely line up that perfectly if it’s just coincidence.
But sources are two to three times removed. Remnii trusts them but information is more at risk of fracturing the more sources it goes through. Something imperative could be missing.
Her grip on Arkha’din slackened enough for the mana wyrm to wriggle into a more comfortable position. He hissed quietly, testing his Mistress’s willingness to provide him with more direct attention, but upon receiving no immediate acknowledgement, he settled down again.
The elf leaned her head back, the rhythm of her breathing starting to slow.
I spoke with Kael’thas yesterday. Which means he’s still active. It sounded like him. The magic indicated it was him. I can’t think of anything immediately that would misdirect that.
But undeath doesn’t prevent correspondence. Jandice is proof of that. It’s possible.
Assuming Remnii’s sources are accurate, resurrection or undeath are the only options. There’s no actual way to verify either. Not without expending resources I don’t have. Everything is based on a solitary source.
Should I warn Aethas?
No. It’s a solitary source. There are too many pieces missing. We don’t know what happened. Anyone that saw what happened was an enemy in that moment if they were also pursuing Frostmourne.
They could have been dispersing information to Remnii’s sources intending it to get back. An attempt to fracture any unity if that information got spread.
...a paranoid theory.
But knee-jerk reactions are detrimental.
They’re fighting a war.
There’s too many unknowns. Too many sides I am not aware of. Too many pieces hidden. There’s no way to anticipate what the response would be.
And I’m down here.
She sighed, letting her eyes close.
Everything is moving so fast.
What else can I do, when every little thing is falling apart?