Maeshkin filed away his own notes on the metal object found in the campfire nearly a week before by the Collective.
The object was flat and round in shape, fitting in the palm of his hand. The lid was fastened on with a simple hinge, still functional. It was charred inside and out. The engravings were simple but elegant. It was crafted to last, Maeshkin guessed that someone put a lot of care into making it. It likely wasn’t made for its final purpose, to spread an unknown pathogen among the Kaldorei of Feathermoon Stronghold. He couldn’t pin down its origin, perhaps Sin’dorei or Forsaken. He knew of only one person that could help him figure out what once burned inside this container.
Maeshkin carefully packed the artifact in a small box, and with it enclosed a letter:
First off I would like to inform you that I have officially resumed my duties at Feathermoon Stronghold. The details of my return from captivity are better told in person. There is urgent business to discuss, regardless.
The Kaldorei stationed at Feathermoon have been overcome by a respiratory illness. Some are bedridden, and on the way to recovery due to the expertise of those on hand at the Stronghold. Others are at varying levels of illness, and may be in need of a more potent remedy.
In our search of the Stronghold, we found the enclosed item within the ashes of a cooking fire. We suspect that an infiltrator placed the item within the fire, enabling an airborne toxin to spread around the area. The reasoning for only targeting Kaldorei is unknown, though I suspect they plan to weaken our defenses and attack while we are vulnerable.
No need to worry, we have reinforced the Stronghold with new recruits, and the perimeter is secure. Scouting parties have been sent to apprehend our infiltrator and search for clues. Now onto the reason for this correspondence.
I require your expertise in identifying the source of this toxin from the residue left in the container, if possible. From this, perhaps we can figure out a definite remedy for this illness, and perhaps gain insight into the perpetrators of this sabotage and take appropriate action. You are the only one I completely trust with this task, given your loyal service and proven expertise. I am confident that you are able to assist in this matter.
Please contact me as soon as possible with your findings. We have competent healers on hand, but I would like to be able to administer a permanent cure as soon as possible.
Ishnu-dal-dieb, ~ Maeshkin Darksong, Hand of Command.”
The package would be sealed in simple paper, and a wax seal bearing the Kalimdor Collective’s emblem.
The Sentinel Maeshkin usually used had just returned to duty, and Maeshkin was relieved to have someone he could count on to deliver the package.
So many fallen kings, silent in their numberless graves...
Even the mighty are rendered nameless by time.
Every king must kneel before death.
- Memory of Arthas
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A young novice Priestess would seek out and approach Brother Darksong. Exposing her hesitation in speaking to a Twiceborne, the Priestess’ voice would be soft and shaking as she spoke his name. She would also not look the man directly in his eyes as she handed him a sealed letter. And then, once he took possession of the letter, the frightened Priestess would quickly scamper off.
I had heard rumors that a Twiceborne had once again joined us at the Stronghold and I had no doubts that it must be you. Once your captives were revealed to be human, I knew immediately that your confinement would be brief and that they, the captives, had more to fear for their safety than we need to fear for your own. However, the details of your escape are likely not appropriate to be shared with your Priestess and thus, I suggest, we shall never speak of it.
Now, on to more formal business. As requested, I have thoroughly investigated the device you sent for examination. Inside of the device, I found residues of the herbs: gromsblood, plagueblood, and grave moss which match the list given to me by the Shaman Serian. This was to be expected. However, unexpectedly, I also found small residues of doom weed. Should you not know, doom weed is a very rare specimen that only grows in Tirisfal Glades and is reported to be highly sought by the Forsaken Apothecary Society. Also, unexpectedly, I discovered .028 kilograms of a soil residue that is tainted with dried bloodthistle, a plant grown only near the Sin’dorei capital. This suggests to me that the poison has both Forsaken AND Sin’dorei origins.
Now, onto the device itself. From what I can tell, the device was not originally constructed as a vessel for the distribution of the pathogen. Instead, if I am correct, this device is commonly used in religious or spiritual ceremonies. The perpetrators seem to have placed their potentially lethal concoction into the container and placed it into the fire. The heat from the fire ignited the herbs contained within and, with that particular combination of herbs, released the poisonous gas. Those closest to the fire would be the most affected but the gas likely would have spread to the majority of those within the Stronghold. The range of this toxin demonstrates the creators’ intent to target only Feathermoon Stronghold.
Fortunately, I believe I can concoct a formal cure now that I know the exact components of the pathogen. I, of course, shall commence experimentation immediately and will begin testing my antidotes on subjects as soon as possible.
In the meantime, please inform me immediately if you inquire any further information or require any additional information. As always, I am at the service of the Collective and our people.
I hope this message finds you save and productive. I have some unsettling news regarding the illness among the Sentinels.
There was a burial not two days ago at the Stronghold. The illness has taken its first victim. She was young, but died with dignity and honor. Our efforts will be on her behalf, and vengeance will be in her honor. By Elune’s grace.
I have included in this package a sample of dried and powdered lifebloom, as well as a vial of troll’s blood potion. The trolls are known for their regenerative abilities, and I am hoping that these will help you in your research. It is best not to inquire as to the source of the potion, but be assured that more can be obtained if necessary.
We will be undergoing a mission within the next couple weeks to reveal our saboteurs and take appropriate action. We will be journeying to the Exodar on a decoy mission, and I will likely remain at Feathermoon to guard what we believe our enemies to be after.
I have confidence in your abilities, and I know the Sentinels will be on the mend soon enough thanks to you. Elune’s speed, Priestess.
So many fallen kings, silent in their numberless graves...
I am aware of the death of Sister Ravenglade. Her mother is a close acquaintance of mine and therefore I was the one who volunteered to inform her mother. And to tell Lanira that Myria, her youngest and her only surviving child, had died was a burden I could not wish on no one else. You see, Lanira had already lost her two sons in this war and she believed that her daughter would be safe in the mighty Kaldorei stronghold. To tell her that we failed—that I failed her was difficult beyond words. No mother should ever have to bury her three children, Maeshkin, especially not in a span of just a few months.
I was so close to finishing my cure, and I should have been able to save Myria. I am only missing one vital ingredient and I thought I had time for my supplier to get it to me before any of our people would succumb to the disease, but my supplier never arrived. Now I am not certain what to do. The last ingredient was firebloom and the nearest known location of firebloom is in Un’Goro Crater, on the Fire Plume Ridge. I would retrieve the flower myself, if I could, but there are far too many here ill that need my care. I am just not certain what to do, Brother Darksong. Do you know of any suppliers that are still operating that far south?