All come together

The tension is high as a handful of horde is surrounded by what you suspect are more numerous than they appear night elf Sentinels. Four guards are at the entrance. Two facing inside. Two outside. A dwarf enters from the north road. Catching sight of a gnome tinkering away at some unrecognizable small machinery, his eyes light up, barely acknowledging anyone else. On the oppostie side of the large hall stands the group of newcomers led by a high elf.


The statuesque elves remain stoic in their stance with barely a quiver of their lips in disgust at the orc and his words. Thalnazz glances with worry between Gazam and the night elves.

The night elves become placid at Meridia's words. It may be the highest sign of respect they can muster to an elf such as she.

The gnome in oil stained clothes looks at Allyk from under a bushy brow. "You're welcome to try, creature." He sneers, eyes still locked on Allyk as he quickly reassembles the machinery with other pieces. The result appears to be a gun of some sort. It looks like a series of concentric plates mounted around a central tip, surrounded by coiled silver wires.

Dormir's journey to Silverwing Outpost was not short enough. Had he come all this way only to be sent for elsewhere again? He surely hoped not. Optimistic as he was, Dormir's patience began to wear thin. And then his eyes fell upon Wembil Taskwidget. Fiddling about with wizzle-sprockets and jazzer-doos at his table, Wembil was the epitomy of gnome tinkerer. Exactly what Dormir needed.
Dormir approached, nervousness building within him.
"Might ye be Wembil Taskwidget?"

Wembil is excitedly beside himself. Two people are taking interest in him! He looks back and forth between Dormir and Allyk. "Why, yes. Yes, I am!" He turns to Allyk. "Oh, mister und-. Well, that is to say... Forsaken, is it? I would be quite happy to give you a demonstration at the appropriate time. If you'll but excuse me for a moment?" Bringing his attention to Dormir, the gnome smiles brightly. "You have sought me out, Mister..." He draws out the last syllable, leading to an introduction.

Thalnazz looks unconvinced. "Yes, well, until today I have only seen night elves in the forest, save for Master Taskwidget."

OOC:

You can roll Deception if you want.

Thalnazz looks only slightly puzzled at what message for a human mage could possibly come from an orc. "I'm sorry I can't be of more help. Until today I have only seen night elves in the forest, save for Master Taskwidget."

Dormir's light-skinned cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment as he realized he didnt properly introduce himself before inquiring the gnome's identity. "Right. Me name's Dormir Emberheart, protector of many, son of Theramir Emberheart, associate smithy of the Ironforge Metallurgy League, son of Malduin Emberheart, high priest of the Seven Sorrows. I've come 'ere on Mandy Sparkshine's suggestion. Mandy and a long ear named Elsharin agreed that ye be the' gnome I need t' seek out. Ye could say I've brought somethin' ye want t' see." Dormir, in contemplation, scratched at his thick beard, braided in two strands resting neatly on his chain shirt. "Might ye know somewhere more private?"

The gnome looks somewhat surprised by Dormir's series of titles. "Well now... pleased to meet you. And you already know my name, so that's that." Gnomes usually aren't much for lists of titles, but they're used to it from their Dwarven neighbors. "Uh, if you'll give me just a moment ... Mister Forsaken?" He takes a step toward Allyk and levels the device in his hands to a stool beside the undead. "Yes, if you'll just turn your attention right... here." Wembil takes careful aim -squinting and lightly biting his tongue- and pulls the trigger. A blast of blue lightning erupts from the tip of the device, striking the stool beside Allyk. And it shrinks. Not miniaturized, but if you'd hazard a guess, you'd say it was the perfect size for a gnome.
Looking utterly pleased with himself, Wembil nods in approval, holsters the device, and leads Dormir to a room just off the main hall. Recovering from a bit of shock at Wembil's demonstration, Thalnazz speaks up. "Well then! That was ... quite something." He clears his throat and takes a seat at what seems to be a large dining table, motioning for the rest of you to take a seat. "While it's unfortunate that I cannot help you in passing on your message, I don't suppose all of you are here as couriers, are you? What brings you to Ashenvale?" Thalnazz is perky, positive, and genuine. You're sure this continued behavior will become annoying soon. He looks to each of you, expecting a wellspring of conversation, and getting little to none. He looks behind him to the night elf guards. "Oh don't mind them. But if you'd prefer..." He turns, calling to the sentinels. "Would you be so kind as to stand guard somewhere that needs guarding? My new friends and I are quite alright, I assure you." Looking all too relieved to be away from the priest, the night elves roll their eyes and calmly walk away, leaving the two guards on the outside of the door. Thalnazz slips a hand into his robe, producing a small yellow crystal set into a silver disc with arcane runes carved into the metal. A slight gesture from the priest sends a faint shimmer around him and the four of you. "There. Now they can't hear us." And indeed, sound seems muffled somehow, though you can hear him just fine. Tucking the item back into his robes, Thalnazz beams with naive excitement. "So tell me, what sort of an adventure are you on?"

His eyes go wide at the revelation of Meridia's arm. "By the Light!" Gingerly, he takes her arm, careful not to touch the affected area. Meridia notices the area has grown to cover most of her forearm. Worry replaces the excitement in the priest's demeanor as he examines the grey flesh. "Camberon was right to send you to me." He looks up, and with a rather inappropriate smile, "You know, he and I would come up with the most ridiculous concoctions..." His face falls, realizing his faux pas. "Uh, that isn't important." The slightly embarrassed priest returns to his examination, "Were you not already a High Elf smothered in arcane magic, the night elves here would likely have detected this taint on you." He gives Gazam a side eye. "But I suppose there are other sources of magic to sense."
Thalnazz lets go of Meridia's arm and takes a deep breath. Holding his hands over Meridia's forearm, he closes his eyes as a golden light radiates from him, bathing Meridia's arm in its warmth. The moment stretches on, warming Meridia - uncomfortably warm. And just like that, it's over. Thalnazz opens his eyes to see nothing has changed, and he is silent for a moment.
"I have not been to Silvermoon in many years. Before the Third War in fact. My calling, as you can see, has not taken me along the same path as others of my kind." There's an old pain in his eyes as he says this before pushing it aside and continuing. "I have heard of Blood Elves who have succumbed to their hunger of magic. Wretched, they are called. It is a lack of magic they suffer from. You, however, seem to suffer from too much magic. Tainted, yes, but magic all the same. You say you were present when the Sunwell was destroyed? By the ... discoloration of your skin there, I'd say necromantic energies have tainted you from when Arthas raised Kel'Thuzad as a lich, befouling the Sunwell." Concern lines his face as he struggles to make eye contact. "My personal mission has been to study the religions of different cultures. It was my hope to unite these cultures and their people. It seems there are some ... subtleties that prevent this." Thalnazz finally meets Meridia's gaze, trying to hide the pity he has for her. "Be that as it may, I have learned a great deal about many things. The night elves have a rich history with the Moon Goddess, Elune. Their moonwells are sacred pools blessed by Elune. Their purity may be able to help you." He turns to spy on the door, making sure no guards returned inside. "The problem is, even I - a priest of the Light - have not been granted access to such places. I am still a High Elf and the arcane taint of my people still clings to me." Thalnazz lets out a sigh of frustration and stands as he begins to slowly pace. "I must meditate on this. It is dangerous, but necessary. Tomorrow then. You may stay under the protection as my guests here. Though we will remain under guard of the Sentinels."