The pendant started glowing pure white, then, like a powerful magnet, attached itself to a point on the map. When both rituals were complete, I took the pendant from Glenys, and held it directly over the centre of the map, and began swinging it around slowly, like a pendulum. Not asking why, Bosun began to channel power into the map. “Bosun, you’ve got to infuse this map with arcane power. I handed the pendant to Glenys, who tiredly started the ritual of blessing. This pendant,” I said, holding up the piece of jewellery, “belongs to Warmonger. Warmonger isn’t at the Hammerfall Trauma Ward, he never has been. I stuck the pendant unceremoniously into my pocket, and ran back to the library. “No problem, mon!” the cheerful troll replied, dropping the shiny gold coins into his bag. “Perfect,” I said, and handed the messenger the other half of his fee. After about two minutes, he returned, and handed me a pendant which belonged to Warmonger. I then ran to the Bat master in the Trade Quarter of the Undercity and waited anxiously for the messenger’s return. ![]() Once there, I pulled down the huge map of Azeroth from the top shelf, and spread it over two tables, and told the confused and tired pair to wait near the map for a couple of minutes. I then found Bosun, an undead mage, and took them both to the Undercity Library. The second thing I did was to find Glenys’ room in the Undercity, and wake her up. The messenger was to find and wake Shamy, Warmonger’s brother, and tell him to send me something of Warmonger’s as soon as possible via the messenger. The first thing I did upon arriving in the Undercity was send an express messenger to Thunder Bluff – which cost me more than a few gold at this time of night. And the fourth was a mage – to infuse the map with arcane power, to make it tune into the life forces of all the denizens of Azeroth. The third was a priest – to bless the scrying item. The first thing was a belonging of Warmonger’s – something tied to his life force. Scrying is a ritual used to locate someone’s life force – in order for it to succeed, I would need 4 things. Next I had to track down Warmonger… where could he be? I flew back to the Undercity, preparing to scry for Warmonger’s location. But I still had no solid proof – for all I knew, Lovick may have believed Warmonger to be there. Lovick had been lying about Warmonger’s whereabouts. “Thankyou,” I said, and hurried back out of the building into the cold darkness, my suspicions confirmed. “No, we’ve never had a patient named Warmonger signed in here,” he said. The doctor quickly scanned his clipboard, then looked up and shook his head. “Do you have a patient here by the name of Warmonger?” “This is a matter of great importance,” I said quickly. The doctor made a large sweeping gesture, indicating the neat rows of sleeping mats, most full with patients, probably injured fighting the Alliance in nearby Arathi Basin. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” hissed Doctor Gregory Victor, head doctor of the Hammerfall Trauma Ward. I barged through the door to the small building. ![]() I dismounted quickly and ran to the Trauma Ward, in the south-western corner of the small town. The beginnings of a plan formed in the back of my mind.Īs the Wind Rider swooped in for a graceful landing in the town of Hammerfall, in the Arathi Highlands, I knew exactly what had to be done. As I flew, I thought more and more about Plaugeis and Lovick, about the ‘relationship’ they shared. I had to find out, even though I was almost certain I was right. The cold night air rushed past me as I rode the Wind Rider over the Hillsbrad Foothills. It wasn’t time for me to go to sleep just yet. “Ok then! It’s about time I got to bed, anyway. She seemed quite fascinated.Įventually I decided I would have to tell her of my suspicions. I showed her my grisly collection of hands, and told her all about Shazzrah’s history. By the time we got back to Undercity, I had filled Glenys in on every little bit of information I had learned from my studies in the library, and my field trip to Lord Hydraxis.
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