Bricking the Key
A purplish-ethereal gateway swirled behind them, letting off an eldritch hum. In front of them, a shimmering wall of yellow buzzed ominously. Between the two gathered five of the Alliance's finest champions, currently checking over their equipment and preparing themselves for a foray into the mysterious halls of Tyrhold. Concerns of the growing primalist threat had brought the group together, and now they sought the bounty that had been placed on a cunning primalist named Sariya

Fiona Nightingale was a well-known ranger in the lands, having led a good number of rescue missions against the less civilized slave-taking gnoll tribes and helped in a few of the larger conflicts against the orcs and trolls that had cropped up over the years. Tula Starfall was a Draenei spellcaster with extensive healing knowledge, accompanied by her rather rage-driven warrior of a sister Ryari. Tiana’s darker attire and elven skin blended in with the shadows as she quietly fiddled with a

A scream echoed down the hallway, seeming to ripple between this plane and the next as the crash of metal against metal reverberated throughout the tower. A large draconic head lifted up, turning towards the other balcony-lair.

“That seems like a concern, dear Sister. I would expect you can handle it? I am far too busy to deal with this myself…”

“You are worthless, Theralion.” Valiona, the other member of the dracon

The ship creaked as it slid through the water towards the most recently located island. Flynn Fairwind had given the trio instructions to gather more Azerite to help power the Alliance warfront versus the accursed Horde, and that's what they were here to do. Gerril Softpaws, the large black-furred worgen, stretched and let out a large yawn as he checked his potions and equipment. To one side, the night elf huntress Mishianna 'Mishi' was bending and stringing her bow. A gray-furred wolf snoozed o

Cridon let out a guffaw and his twirled his staff about, ending his move with a gout of flame towards his fellow worgen. The other mage, a dark gray wolf-man by the name of Garrich, slammed his spellblade into the fire burst, a sparkle of ice shards emanating from Garrich's weapon as his icy barrier flashed into being just in time, shunting off the attack.
“Well, looks like we're still matched, brother!” Cridon took a step back, relaxing his pose as he leaned against his staff. The w

Lyanna looked at the cover of the book that had shown up in her mailbox. Some muck had stained the item, rendering part of the title illegible, but “Tome ---th---ybrid Beast. Requi-----evel----0” was still visible. The night elf ran her fingers through her turquoise hair, finally deciding to open the book and see what information lay inside. Flipping past diagrams and pictures of myriad feathered wildlife she knew could be found throughout Azeroth, she stopped at one picture. A griff