#Nobundo

[zharrdor-kron-archive]

Whispers of Stone and Storm: The Art of Shamanism

Shamanism is not merely a magic, it is a dialogue. A conversation between flesh and flame, wind and water, stone and soul. Where the mage rends reality with will, the shaman listens, negotiates, pleads. This is not weakness. It is reverence.

Shamanism predates your kings and cults. It was old when trolls first carved masks for the loa, and ancient still when the orcs of Draenor howled beneath the red moons. It is the sacred birthright of all those who remember that power is not seized, it is borrowed, and one day returned.

I. The Four Great Elements: The Court of Primeval Will

The shaman's craft is not elemental domination (in general), it is elemental alignment. The spirits of Earth, Fire, Water, and Air are not tools. They are ancient, sovereign entities, each with their own temperaments and hierarchies.

Earth is slow and patient, the keeper of memories buried deep.

Fire is hungry and mercurial, destructive but illuminating.

Water flows with adaptability and healing, but harbors great wrath.

Air is ever-moving, ever-changing, a tempest of freedom and clarity.

A shaman must earn their favor, temper their conflicts, and channel their might. Elementals are not servants. They are judges. And their verdicts are rarely merciful.

II. Totems, Rites, and Spiritwalkers: The Tools of the Trade

The most iconic implements of shamanic practice are totems, ritual foci that serve as conduits to elemental spirits. Each is a sacred object, carved with intent and steeped in ancestral resonance. One does not place a totem; one plants it, like a flag in the spirit realm.

Rites of Vision, of Binding, of Stormcalling, these are not spell scrolls but acts of piety. Every invocation is a gamble, a plea for balance, or vengeance, or survival. The spiritwalkers, rare among the orcish and tauren traditions, walk between worlds, communing with the dead and the elemental chaos alike.

This is not magic to toy with. It is magic that answers back.

III. Shamans in War and Legend: From Drek'Thar to Nobundo

Drek'Thar, once a fearsome Frostwolf warlord, was blinded by battle but found true sight through the spirits. In exile, he became one of the most respected shamanic elders of the Horde, a teacher to Thrall and a living reminder that shamanism is not about strength of arms, but strength of spirit. His wisdom helped rekindle the elemental path for an orcish people lost to fel corruption.

Thrall, his most famous apprentice, would go on to become both Warchief and World-Shaman. His hammer was not only a weapon, but a conduit, a bond between mortal and world. While others sought dominion, Thrall sought balance. His greatest victories were not only on the battlefield, but in the forging of peace between peoples and elements alike. It was through him that the fractured Horde remembered the wisdom of stone, storm, fire, and tide.

Magatha Grimtotem, however, stands as a foil to such harmony. Though gifted with deep shamanic insight, she turned the sacred dialogue of the elements into a tool of ambition. Her manipulation of elemental forces, and her betrayal of Cairne Bloodhoof, marks her as a reminder that power without reverence corrodes the soul.

Nobundo, once a draenei broken by the fel, became the first of his kind to hear the wind again. His awakening to shamanism was a redemption arc not just for himself, but for an entire people estranged from nature.

These are not tales of pride, but of alignment, warriors and mystics who became vessels for the world’s oldest rage and deepest sorrow.

IV. Shamanism as Philosophy: Harmony Over Order

To be a shaman is to live in tension. Between destruction and healing, between chaos and form. It is not about controlling the elements, it is about yielding to them when needed, and standing firm when the winds howl too loud.

Where arcane sorcery seeks perfection, and fel magic hungers for power, shamanism demands humility. You do not command the storm. You walk with it.

The elements are not just tools. They are truths. And the shaman is their prophet.

So mark my words, students of villainy and lore alike: Should you hear the stones groan beneath your feet, or the wind speak your name in a tongue not known to you, step carefully. You are walking in a shaman’s territory.

—Zharrdor Kron, Loremaster of the League of E.V.I.L.

[skymagpie]

Me at 13, reading Unbroken (Nobundo's short story) and getting traumatized by like all of it is why WoW has an age restriction

[wowlorecraft]

On the evolution of High Elves

"High Elf" as a category no longer applies to the elves of Azeroth. Those who retain the monicker are actively raciating, becoming what we would call Highvale and Light Elves, respectively. These Bel'dorei and Al'dorei practise different arts, eat different foods, adorn their bodies and houses differently, and are beginning to physiologically look different, too. As such, I posit that the term "High Elf" has finally and officially been eclipsed by distinct elven identities and the high elven category has gone entirely dormant as of this writing.

~ Lorekeeper Kalith

No more are the High Elves: In their place stand the Sin'dorei, Blood Elves of the Horde; banished from their ranks are the Ren'dorei, Alliance Void Elves. The Highborn have since become the Night Elves: Alliance Kaldorei, including the Eldorei or Shen'dralar, those who hid in Eldre'Thalas; in Suramar, they have become Nightborne, Shal'dorei, allies with the Horde and cousins of the Nightfallen and Fal'dorei.

Those Kaldorei who were exiled took to the sun and Sunwell instead. The story is well-worn; it is the small, yet fruitful, remnants who maintain their ties with the Alliance that we discuss here:

Quel'dorei, "Children of Noble (lit. high) Birth," made their home in Quel'Thalas at Silvermoon, with their spiritual centre at Quel'Danas, the Sunwell. After the destruction and splintering of their nation, three major splits happened: One sought refuge in their Lodges, the other stayed amongst the Humans and other magi, particularly at Dalaran, and the last went to Draenor.

(Those who made their home in Quel'Lithien have succumbed and become Wretched. Discussion and analysis of the various Wretched and Withered is to come.)

Dalaran, Quel'Danil, and the Allerian Stronghold became centres of High Elven activity within the Alliance. Those of the Kirin Tor and Silver Covenant both distanced themselves from their Blood Elven kin and warmly welcomed back those of the Alliance Expedition. Danassian Elves practise light and arcane magic and are led by Vareesa Windrunner

These Elves have come together and, holding true to their roots when first exiled from the Druidic, moon-worshipping Kaldorei, forged a new name for themselves, one in direct opposition to the Sin'dorei Sunreavers . They have found community in the Human, Gnomish, and other magi of Dalaran and other Alliance cities. Within their ranks are numerous Half-Elven communities, whom they publicly call Shan’are "honoured ones" but privately label Vor'dorei "Children of the Broken."

Danillian Elves, on the other hand, have found community with the Wildhammer Dwarves most especially. In addition, some Draenei have made Quel'Danil their home, and these Highvale Draenei follow the shamanic path first laid by Nobundo, learning to become druids. With Seradane so close, the Wildhammers, Danai,* and Highvale Elves commune with the Kaldorei and Worgen. Thus the Highvale Elves begin to consider themselves a distinct elven nation. In their concordance with the Wildhammers, their bodies (adorned with tattoos) become thicker and more stout, becoming the shortest and widest of elves. Similarly, these Highvale Draenei, or (*) Danai, come to intermix with their neighbours resulting in browner and greener, tattoo'd, and more nature-y space goats

Thus:

Kaldorei - Children of the Stars - Night Elves

Eldorei - Children of Eldre'Thalas - Shan'dralar

Shal'dorei - Children of the Night - Nightborne

Fal'dorei - Children of Falanaar / followers of Aranasi

Sin'dorei - Children of Blood / of the Bloodline - Blood Elves

Quel'dorei - Children of Noble (lit. High) Birth

Some useful Thalassian words:

Quel - High, Noble

Belore - Sun

Alah - Light

Thas - Forest

Danil - ? Peak

(*)For the goats:

-nai = "with / person of a place" e.g., Kurenai, Auchenai)

-dor = settlement (e.g., Talador, Telredor)

Quel'Danil > Danidor (in Draenic, a borrowing) > Danai

(There is no word for mountain in-game in the language, so I did my best with "Danai")

For the Elves...

Highvale Elves: Either keep Quel'dorei for its literal use of "high"/"quel," or transition to Thas'dorei (ew), or Bel'dorei, a shortening of Belore'dorei "Children of the Sun" as both a way to stay true to Sun-worshipping heritage, keep in allied complementary opposition to Kaldorei's Elune worship, and a nod to the new Night Elven home of Bel'Ameth. I convinced myself writing this: Bel'dorei for Highvale Elves

Danassian Elves: These are the elves that still 'shun' nature worship, maintain an arcane practice, and follow the Light. They are spread around, but their capital is Dalaran now. They oppose the Blood Elves but still need to sate their needs and thus still utilize the Sunwell as the font of power it is. They are Children of the Light, or Light Elves, and Alah'dorei or, for short, Al'dorei in Thalassian (now Danassian)

Danai - Those from Danidor (Quel'Danil) - Highvale Draenei

Bel'dorei - Children of the Sun - Highvale Elves

Al'dorei - Children of the Light - Dalarani (&c.) High Elves

[raxistaicho]

the thing that annoys me the most is how people take a morden day stance and apply it to a medevil time like yeah now adays volient change is not as needed in the past though its funny how figures like napoleon and nobundo odo helps spread ideas that made peoples lives better for people despite them being tyrants and its cause of who they were bad to the power hungry nobles (not saying neither did anything wrong cause they both did many things bad but still without them many rights we have to)

part 2 many rights we have today and take for granted wouldn't of been spread out far kinda like the wars between protestant's and catholics and how that effected things for all of europe and made even catholics more spectical of the popes power

Yeah, folks don't realize how even utterly wretched scenarios can seem normal if it's all you've ever known.

[sesshy380]

you said your wow oc's have their own stories, can you share them?

I did a count, and I am currently at 44 characters. For now I'll just tell the stories I have for the 4 on my Warband screen, which are Sesshy, Kanika, Phillaria, and Salarii.

Posting below the cut to avoid dash clutter

We'll start with Sesshy.

Sesshy is an Enhancement Shaman that really loves her storm spells and elemental spirit wolves (each time she summons them to fight they appear as different elements, but when summoned for the pic they both summoned as storm). She also loves to run around in her Spirit Wolf form.

She was born in Outland and loved animals. One day, she got too close to a clefthoof calf and was attacked by it's very angry mother. A large cat sprang out of nowhere and saved her. The cat shifted into a tree after to heal her wounds, then into a pointed-eared humanoid (which she soon learned was called a Kaldorei, or Night Elf).

Awed by the fact that one could turn into an animal, Sesshy decided she wanted to become a druid like the elf that saved her. She managed to discover that there was a druid encampment in Zangarmarsh, and travelled there so she could learn how to become a druid.

It was there that her dreams of being able to shapeshift into a cat or bear met it's end, as she discovered that becoming a druid wasn't something the Draenei race was capable of. There was some hope for her, however, as the head of the Cenarion Enclave mentioned that she might have better luck speaking to the Prophet Velen on Azeroth to help her find her true calling.

So off to Azeroth she went. She thought for sure the Prophet would be too busy to bother with something so trivial and meet with someone of no importance, but she was wrong. The Prohet directed her to Farseer Nobundo for a test. It was here that she discovered that she was able to commune with the elements.

After a lot of training, she was finally able to become an animal like she always dreamed, and was able to take on the form of a ghost wolf. She also learned how to summon spirit wolves to fight alongside her.

Sesshy is very devout the Alliance, and was even granted the title 'Crusader Sesshy' very early on during the war against the Lich King. She did some extra training as a healer during this time, and she actually enjoyed it, but the call of the storm always brought her back to what she enjoyed the most.

Next up is Kanika.

Kanika is a Beast Mastery Hunter that loves her spirit kitties. On the left is Shadow (ghost saber) and on the right is Ice (loque'nahak). Ice likes to run around in stealth so they appear ghost-like like Shadow.

Kanika was a survivor of the Exodar crash. She was on Azeroth before her cousin, Sesshy. Like Sesshy, she always had a love for animals. The first time she encountered a cat on Azeroth, she was smitten. There weren't any cats back in Nagrand where she'd originally come from, though she'd heard stories of animals matching their description being found in other parts of Outland.

She'd been training to be a hunter back in Nagrand, so it only made sense to continue that training. In Darkshore she came across an old elven ruin and found a small cat figurine. She picked it up with the intent to take it with her on her adventures, but it summoned forth a ghostly saber. She had no animal companion like most hunters, so she decided to see if she could make this ghost her animal companion. It took a lot of patience, but in the end, the ghostly saber decided to follow her and fight alongside her.

During the war against the Lich King, she heard rumor of a rare cat in Scholozar Basin, and with the aid of her partner at the time, Đom (another Draenei Beast Mastery Hunter like Kanika and my irl hubby), she found the beautiful spirit beast, Loque'nahak, who quickly became another companion that she renamed Ice (because of the icey blue glow coming from it's spots and mouth).

Kanika could care less about faction. Her devotion is to the spirit side of nature. She would do anything to protect it.

She was known as Ambassador Kanika for a while, as she'd gained the highest level of reptation available with all the different races of the Alliance, but she now carries the title Kanika, Veteran of the Fourth War. She fights for Azeroth as a whole, and cares little about the petty squabbling of the Horde and Alliance. To her, both sides have committed their own fair share of atrocities.

Now on to Phillaria.

Phillaria is an Arcane Mage.

Phillaria is fairly new to the conflicts of Azeroth. She spent her years as a scholor in the Outland city of Shattrath. After the leader of Burning Legion, Sargaras, plunged his sword into the world of Azeroth, she was compelled to take her years of arcane knowledge and the aid a world she knew only about from books and passing adventurers. Adventurers fought to protect what was left of her home from the Burning legion, it only felt right to offer what she could for aid in return.

Little did she know that she'd chosen a bad time to come. The factions of Azeroth had broken out into an all out war over the power the blood of Azeroth, Azerite, possessed. She was quite literally thrown into the fray of the Fourth War.

Phillaria only shows allegiance to the great mage city of Dalaran, and only because of how highly the mage, Khadgar' spoke of it during his time in Shattrath. He was the one who inspired Phillaria to become a scholor of the arcane.

Khadgar often spoke of the gifted mages there, including the Quel'dorei prince, Kael'thas Sunstrider. While Phillaria never got to meat Kael'thas personally during her time in Shattrath, she heard many stories of him and how he was a formidable mage. During the Fourth War, Phillaria struggled against many of her opponents, and it irked her. She wanted to be just as formidable as Kael'thas.

She hesitated in joining the fight in the Shadowlands, but it was there where she finally found her strength. She got to not only meet Kael'thas, but also aid him in his quest for redemption.

And lastly, Salarii.

Salarii is a Retribution Paladin.

Salarii is a Lightforged Draenei, meaning that she isn't like most Draenei. She is a member of the Army of the Light, and that her body has undergone the process of having her body infused with Holy Light by the Prime Naruu, X'era. (The Naruu are a race of beings made entirely of light)

After adventurers from Azeroth helped them fight off the Burning Legion on the planet Argus, she (along with many other lightforged) followed them back to their homeworld and aided them in the Fourth War.

Salarii is devout only to the Light, and greatly respects the paladins of the Alliance due to her teachings from Turalyn, who was one of the original founding members of the Knights of the Silver Hand on Azeroth. She strives to prove that she was worthy of having learned from someone of such high renown.

[jaunetoile]

HEY YOU

Yes you. Do you like World of Warcraft? Specifically Alliance?

Specifically those good good goat aliens? The Draenei? Yeah those.

Well, no one had made a discord for those good good goat roleplayers until now it seems.

If this sounds like you, come join us at The Exiled Ones! It’s the one stop shop for all things Draenei!

[thegreatnyehehe]

Conquering the Exodar!!

Bah!! After foolish fiasco with that odious Orphan, The Great Nyehehe has decided to conqsequentially conquer this accursed crash landing of a city: The Exodar!! Home to various cretinous crusaders and classy clerics, distant denizens from wiley worlds across this moronic milkyway!!  This half-witted home to these xenial xenos will be reduced to mere rubble under his ruthless rule, so says The Great Nyehehe!!

And now, for The Great Nyehehe to deviously disguise himself for added antagonisticness!!

Nyehehe!! How dastardly a deed this’ll be!!  When their millky way of a metropolis has been reduced to a bunch of alienic ashes, these blastedly blue goodie two-shoes will have nowhere to turn to!! Nowhere to run to, to flee from The Great Nyehehe’s ruthless reign of terrible terror!! Nyehehe!!

Wait... what was that? What do you mean those dratted draenei have other spelunking spaceships to use? What’s a “Vindicaar...?”

Oh, Bah!! Whatever!! Let’s get this invasion started, nyeh?

Through these goat-guarded gates The Great Nyehehe goes!! Nyehehe!!

What a lousily long spiral down!! Bah!!

Nyeh? A shortcut? How wicked it is for The Great Nyehehe to cheat his way even through this shoddy ship’s alien architecture!!

Nyehehe!! How intelligent The Great Nyehehe is for fabricating this fiendish idea!! And not only intelligent, but also very smart!!

Bah!!

Drat... Curse this foolish floor!!

Whatever!! Not even this foolish floor can take down The Great Nyehehe!!

What a rowdy roundabout!! Or it would be, if there weren’t less than four mortals here!! Bah!!

This spaceship’s soveriegn ought to be down this gold-highlighted hallway. It oughtta be, that goat-legged goodie two-shoes!! Or... good-hooves!! Whatever!!

The Great Nyehehe knows not what these half-witted holograms are for, but their dumb depictions of a few demonic doofuses intimidate The Great Nyehehe not!! 

Just up these stupid stairs, there’s that important-looking Light-loving loser!! 

You, you important-looking Light-loving loser!! You probably-prominent looking punk!! The Great Nyeheh demands that you transfer ownership of this shoddy spaceship over to him!! Henceforth, he shall rule it with a metal fist!! Specifically an iron one, unless there’s some metal out there that’s a nyehehillion times stronger and more evil!! He shall also ban and bar the worship of that lousy Light here, and everywhere, before he then takes his colonial conquering to the rest of this world, and then to the rest of this univer-

*Thwack!*

Bah!!

“Say, mister Nobundo, did you hear someone say ‘Bah’ just now? Somewhere off in the distance? Sounded familiar...”

“I do not know, my student. Do not worry yourself of it. Come, continue your shamanistic training. Just... don’t burn anyone again.”

“By the Light... Will someone please escort this mad man out of the Exodar? Off of Azuremyst Isle, preferably? Better yet... get him some mental help while we’re at it.  Dioniss aca!”

[katieskarlette]

Nobundo was waxing poetic about Skywall, but Laharia will always be a Deepholm kinda gal.  It’s a black dragon thing.

[rinnjitheblind]

when this baby hits 88mph, you’re gonna see some serious shit

[akamakamas-blog]

wanderersofazeroth replied to your post: {???}

I mean, isn’t Akama technically a bit of Subtlety Rogue? But he could also be a variant of Dark Shaman too.)

[tbf, some of the Ashtongue that Akama manipulates the Aldor + Scryers in disposing of are doing Dark Shaman like things so it’s entirely possible Akama was involved in some of those teachings as well. It’s just a matter of tracking down what exactly he would and would not know since he has a particular brand of self taught shamanism as far as I can tell from the lore.]

[noonmutter]

kudos to whoever already stole “Terrence” on Nobundo on the PTR

you fucker

<.<

[currentsofdreams]

5. Swimming

There were dangers in Zangarmarsh, surely, but Khereth patted his trusty sword as he set it on the bank of the lake. Ever since Nobundo had returned, changed, telling tales of whispers on the wind, the water had seemed more inviting than ever. Perhaps it was his formative years spent on the great ship as the draenei fled across the stars, but he had always been drawn to the precious fluid. Unstrapping his plate, well-fitted but an uncomfortable weight across his shoulders, he set it just behind the sword. He was not foolish enough to remove the cloth padding he wore beneath. It might be uncomfortable to strap the plate back over the fabric wet, but he might also need to redress quickly. Best to be at least semi-prepared.

He rushed into the water headlong, spray kicking up around his hooves for the first few steps before he was up to his knees, up to his chest, underneath—eyes open in the clear water in the space between curiosity and alertness. Surfacing in a plume as he let out the breath he was holding, he ducked back down as soon as he had gulped in more air, regretting only that there was no way to breathe under the water.

He lost track of time, exploring the little cove in the lake. He was startled out of his happy haze, when, ducking below once more, a face rippled in the bubbles of a vent before him. Reflexively groping for a sword he did not wear, it occured to him that Maaryk would at once be proud that they had drilled the instinct into him, and deeply disappointed that he had ventured so far without it.

The creature, if creature it was, pulled itself together, a bluer shade than the crystal of the water around the two. It slid out of the vent, approached, without aggression, and, curiously, playfully, coiled around the startled draenei. It almost seemed to beckon as it finished its loop and angled deeper into the lake. For one moment, Khereth thought it was beckoning him after it, if he could only understand…unconsciously, he drifted just a little deeper, and the creature dove. The rush of its going shook him out of his daze.

He fled back to the bank, to his uncomfortable plate, and his heavy sword. He spent many years after that dreaming of what he might have found, had he followed.

[nirahsa]

October Writing Challenge

Day 3 Transformation/Distrust

Years Ago on Azuremyst Isle

Nirahsa sat cross-legged atop a small hill as the evening air wisped through the woods. The sun slowly setting in the distance. She gazed off trying to focus but just couldn’t center her mind like her teachers kept saying she needed to.

It was only a few month ago that she’d awoken from the Cryo chamber in the wake of the Exodar’s crash upon this strange planet. Though any planet would be strange to her at this point as on awakening Nira couldn’t recall anything about herself as if all her memories had just been blown away with the wind.

She’d been happy despite this at first, however as time passed Nira had started to feel a hole on the inside start to grow and gnaw at her. The happy Draenei had started to get more and more depressed and she didn’t know why. It was as if she’d lost something dear to her but couldn’t remember it yet was still sad over it all. Vasily had tried to help and even said it was most likely tied to her past but unfortunately such memories were just gone as if they’d never existed.

Her depression had grown before Vasily had an idea to send her to the Shaman that had begun teaching other Draenei the ways of the elements. In hopes that it could help give the Tinkerer new purpose.

Which had led her to this hill, well technically she’d come to this hill on her own. Her shamanic teachers had wanted her to commune closer to the mountains as Earth was the first element shaman learned from generally. So far however Nira hadn’t heard the earth say anything. She was told to have patience and to remain stalwart and eventually it would answer. Something else had drawn her to this hill even though she did not know what.

“But I don’t hear anything, I feel like I’ve lost everything, no wonder even these elements don’t want to speak to me,” She remarked looking depressed as patience wasn’t one of her strong suits. She wanted to know now, not ten days from now.

She closed her eyes letting out a sigh before recalling one of the first lessons they’d tried to teach her, “Everything that is.. is alive.” She spoke softly, breathing in and out slowly trying to remain disciplined as she repeated Nobundo’s words.

The Earth only responded with silence, a deafening stillness but she hadn’t expected anything more. The wind suddenly gusted and hissed by.

You need change, the Earth doesn’t want to speak to you, because you want to change, not stay where you are.

The words caught NIra offguard, she glanced around eyes wide, “Who said that!?”

You know who, you can feel it, ever changing around you.

She blinked, “If…this is a joke its not funny, no no!”

Listen…do not cling to the past…look forward… ever bending… bound to only yourself

Nira drew in a breath as the realization dawned on her. It wasn’t a joke, it wasn’t the Earth, it was the Wind speaking to her as it began to gust about her more fervently as if embracing her.

“But how can I change if I don’t even remember who I was?” She asked her head tilting quizzically.

Stop lingering… move forward anew…crackling with potential

After a moment Nira nodded, the words of the wind reaching deep within her she could feel the pit that was gnawing on her starting to recede.

“What do I need to do?”

Listen to us… listen to the others…and arise a Shaman

The words pulled at her and Nira slowly stood up, as she did so the wind whirled around her like a dust devil. Wrapping around her arms, her legs, her chest. Before it suddenly crackled with electricity and shot skyward towards the gathered clouds as the wind went still the entire world seemed to stop for a moment in silence. But even in the silence she could feel life, everything that is…is alive.

She may not remember who she had been, but she knew now what she could be.

She was a Shaman.

((@turning-through-the-never​ Not sure if I’m suppose to mention everyone else on the list or not for these things.))

[farseer-danaael-blog]

75. If you could sleep with ANYONE, who would it be?

Danaael slapped a photograph of Farseer Nobundo onto the table, and slid it forward.

No further commentary required. Though he did let out a deep, deep rumble through a grin at the very idea of it.

… Oh dear. 

( Thank you, @maluraunderchild! Please don’t ask him why. The world isn’t ready for the answer. )

[newsnerd-ooc]

Face claim: Dianna Agron, Juri Henley-Cohn. Hard mode: no humans or elves for Agron.

Remri. A Draenei of the shamanistic stylings, she studied under Nobundo to become a healer of sorts. After the fall of the Black Temple, she stepped into one of the local clinics to assist in keeping the public safe.

Here is where she met Latilda Rommel after a rather eventful bout on the rooftop with two assassins. She cleaned up the woman’s wounds and eventually became a good friend of the woman, helping her out whenever the odd ex-reporter comes by.

Her couch is a particular favorite of Lat’s since it has an endless supply of Blackrock Coffee, the strongest brand at this time.

Mirthas Windreaver

He’s an Orc Honorbound squad leader who Lat has dealt with in the last few months. He was one of the few leaders sending troops into Kul Tiras, his blazing sword well known amongst the guards in Stormsong. Lat herself has clashed with the fellow, usually able to push him back so that the locals can remove any injured in time for recovery. He finds the woman’s tactics to be obnoxious and distracting, yet his steady and focused demeanor makes him easy to deceive. 

[isei-silva]

Thnx, but Another one xD But one barely gets to see their arcane orders; like I saw many Vindicators and Anchorites, WoD introduced us to the Rangari, Nobundo brought them shamanism so even that is (somewhat) represented, but where are the Augari? Did they all Go with Archimonde & Kil'jaeden? did the entire society turn to the light whole-heartedly xD They give similar Night Elf vibes of how great they WERE. What do you think about them Now. did the Augari get disbanded? Replaced? Any ideas xD

Oh! Gotcha!

Here’s what we have on the Conservatory of the Arcane, the greatest school of magic on Argus:

The Conservatory of the Arcane is a location in Mac'Aree. It was the greatest school of magic on Argus. The three Augari schools were based here and led  by Archimonde, who was himself an alumnus.

The eredar once stored great quantities of energy throughout power conduits here. Several native species were drawn to the area because of its latent energies, including panthara and marsuul.

Quoram was once the keeper of the Conservatory’s keys, custodian to all of its locks and gates.

It is divided into the Hall of Enlightenment, the Praetorium and the Wakener’s Enclave.

The Augari:

The Augari, also known as the Triad, was formed of three eredar orders: the Wakeners, the Consulate, and the Scholars. Archimonde, Master of the Augari, instaured three trials. Their seat was the Conservatory of the Arcane, the greatest school of arcane magic on Argus.

The Arc-Consul, Velara, answered only to Archimonde himself.

Looks like the majority of the Augari sided with Archimonde on this one! Not to say there weren’t others that decided to escape with the other refugees, but if a student didn’t know better there would be no reason to distrust Archimonde at the time which ultimately lead to their corruption.

The Augari as the eredar knew them seem to be no more past their exodus from Argus. The draenei certainly continued their practice of magic and the arcane throughout their travels, but there never was a collective of Augari again.