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  1. Since I realized I forgot to update here, i'll do it now! Myaka Winterborne: Keeper in the Twilight Empire. Myaka was found to be alive, just spirited away to the Halls of Valor. She now assists the Valarjar in the broken shore, as well as resuming her place in the Keepers of the Twilight Empire.
  2. The Final Stand

    “Suramar siege-“ “…Failed, almost before they could attack.” “Trapped by some time spell” Myaka frowned as she heard the whispers and conversation in Dalaran that day. “Pardon me,” She said softly as she approached the group the whispers came from. “What was that about the Suramar assault?” “Elisande stuck back at them with no mercy.” One of them, a human spellcaster, said. “Some time spell trapped them all there. Only Priestess Whisperwind could be freed.” Myaka blinked, worry filling her mind. Brianna Mackenzie and Resileaf Ravenwing were part of the forces assisting the rebels in attempts to retake Suramar City. Autumn Delenay had also been involved, but not in the fighting itself. She was certain that they had heard from Brianna, and Autumn would not had been a part of the first siege. But Resileaf…had they heard from Resileaf? “When did this happen?” Myaka asked, still trying to remember the last contact with Resileaf. “A few days ago, ‘round the beginning of the week.” Myaka murmured her thanks to the group, a connection already opened with Kate to see if she had heard from Resileaf in the last few days. The negative answer set the dread farther in her gut as she began to work her way towards the siege location. ________________________________________________ She fought her way through the anomalies on the walkway. It was eerie how everything was so quiet and still. Darkened eyes darted from face to face, looking to see if the one she was looking for was here. I pray she isn’t, Mya thought softly, I have no idea how this can be reversed if she is. Her heart dropped as she came across a night elf suspended in midair. “Oh, Resileaf…” She said with a mournful sigh. ‘It is as I feared.’ She said softly to Kate through the guild stone connection the two maintained. She was already moving towards her as Kate spoke, asking how she looked and how the others in the armies looked. The elf didn’t look injured, just suspended in mid air. Kate’s suggestion to reassure her cut through her thoughts, moving somewhat slowly as she was. “Resileaf?” She said firmly, “If you can hear me, we will get you out of this, we will find a way to break this magic and see you free.” How that will be I don’t know, this magic is strong, I feel like I’m starting to move even slower as well. She repeated Kate’s apology she asked her to give. “We are sorry it took us a few days to come looking, We-“ Myaka shakes her head slightly, “-I- should have come looking sooner.” She looks around sadly, knowing her movements are becoming even slower. “I have to leave, what resistance my armor and shield are giving me is slowly dwindling, I can’t help you if I am trapped as well. But if I can build that resistance back up, I’ll come back.” She turned to leave, every fiber of her being hating her inability to do more than offer words of assurance. Plans were already forming in her mind, Councilor Smartgear was Kate’s suggestion to begin with. She would need to browse the archives at the Halls to see if they had any information on Demonsteel Armor, and if it should provide protection against the time spell. She would need to assure that someone could make sure they could check in on Resileaf to be sure she wasn’t in danger by the anomalies in the area, or any further attacks from the Nightborne in the city. The question remained, how were they to get her out? The spell itself must have been powerful to still have them trapped days after. It was still potent due to the slowing she felt while she was there. Myaka shook her head lightly, still in thought. If they could save Priestess Whisperwind, then perhaps there is a way to break the time spell, but if it was easy then all the combatants would have been saved. She would begin with enlisting the help of those more familiar with time magic, there had to be a way to break it, they couldn’t leave one of their own trapped.
  3. The Final Stand

    The mist was cloying. It clung to those in the army, Valarjar and Azeroth forces alike. Mya shivered slightly, the cold and damp penetrating the armor more than any weapon could. The trials had concluded, long fought battles that pushed even Odyn and his two champions, Hymdall and Hryja, to the edge of their own abilities at combat. One can never say I didn’t earn my place in the Valarjar. Myaka thought, slightly amused to think back on the fighting. Even those who were in the army already had to prove they could survive a push in Helya’s lair. While the Legion had been the focus of those in the army, Helya pushed to the forefront. She had found a way to capture and corrupt the souls of the Valajar, adding these now damned souls to the ranks of her own army. The Helarjar, a mockery of Odyn’s army of Valarjar, had streamed from Helhiem. They attacked all those trying to fight back the Legion. If the souls were lucky, all they did was attack to kill. If these damned spirits came across one of Odyn’s chosen, they would do what they could to trap the soul, to bring it to Helheim so it could be twisted into another of the foul ranks. Myaka’s thoughts were brought to a standstill when someone charged at her. Twin maces swung at her from both sides, trying to catch her no matter which way she dodged. Her shield raised quickly, the Twilight Scales deflecting the blows easily. Her return attack sputtered out as she registered who her attacker was. How in the?! The man before her was clad in what would have been pristine white plate armor at one point but now was rusted and orange with years of disuse. A tabard, white with a golden anchor that now seemed dull and dingy. Green eyes glared out at her from a face framed with close cropped red hair in a military cut. Dominic Sanders charged at her again while her mind attempted to right itself from the sight in front of her. She dodged to the side, she knew that the other man could well out fight her in a physical fight. Fear and panic played in her mind as she tried to think of a plan. I can’t beat him! Her mind raced as she tried to plan, she could continue to run, she could lose him in the fight and he’d have to find someone else to fight. “Running Winterborne,” Dominic sneered at her, contempt clear in his voice. “There is no bitch and her elven toy to hide behind this time. Not so brave when you are alone, a coward like you never is brave alone.” Hackles raised in the back of her mind at his taunt, but her fear and panic overwhelmed the anger. She had to get away, if she didn’t…memories whirled through her head, all the warnings and taunts he had threatened her with if she ever told what he had done. Obviously, he was aware now that she had not held her silence. A feeling of disgust, quick and abrasive, cut through the panic in her mind and almost brought her up short as she continued to dodge around his attacks and tried to shake him. It took her a moment to realize the feeling was coming through the connection maintained between her battlerage and the Twilight Scales. The shield seemed to be glowing slightly, fire flicking at the cracks where the leystone had repaired it. Suddenly, the flames coalesced in a plume of shadowflame, and the shield was gone. I thought you had potential, but you are just as unworthy as all the others. The words were crackly, and came across the connection as well. They surprised her, she always suspected the shield was at least semi sentient. She had felt the smug way the connection opened when it’s power broke the hold Helya’s barrier had on her. It had never spoken to her however. She pushed the thought aside, now, she was even more out matched. The shields disappearance left her with just her short sword to both attack and defend with. I thought you had potential. What did that mean? Wasn’t it potential to know when she was outmatched? Only a fool fought when they could not win. She ran out of room to dodge around and brought her short sword to bear. Grimly she knew now that he would not find others to fight, he was focused on her. The two traded blows back and forth, neither side gave an inch. Myaka focused on keeping her speed and attacks up even as exhaustion plagued her, the only break in her concentration was Kate asking for someone to come to her office that knew of subduing Death Knights. The small conversation the two had over a private stone bolstered her a bit, she had family to return too. She could not fall now, not after seeing what her supposed death at the Broken Shore had done to her family and friends. We are evenly matched, she thought as she traded blows again. She dodged down around one mace swing, then blocked the other with her sword. She knocked him down with a shoulder charge and tried to take him down with a swipe from the sword. However, Dominic rolled to the side and avoided the attack. She looked up, seeing Rorrek standing on the side of the battle field, about to charge in and assist her. She didn’t want him too, she could not let this fight end with someone else slaying this specter from her past. She nodded when he stayed back, perhaps sensing she didn’t want help. Dominic taunted her, as he had for every trade of blows, this time taunting her that now she could have someone else finish him, claiming she was weak, and it was the only way she would see his end. She was about to retort, when she realized something from her previous thought. We are evenly matched. I am at a disadvantage due to the disappearance of the Twilight Scales and we are evenly matched. If I had a shield…I would be stronger then him. She stood her ground at his next attack. Without the shield, she would be missing defensive power but…The maces hit hard, and she gritted her teeth as pain lanced through her at the hits. Her plan had worked. Her short sword had cleaved into his chest, cutting through his tabard and leaving a large open gash in the rotted plate. “I don’t need anyone to stop you, not -anymore-.” She presses the attack on him, not letting him get his balance back. Suddenly, the connection to the Twilight Scales, nearly gone after it flashed away, flared to life. Smug satisfaction plays down the link. Perhaps I was wrong about you after all. The words echoed down the line, stronger than ever before. Dominic took advantage of her distraction to swing the maces at her again. She followed the instinct of the connection, shield arm swinging up as she moved to block the blow. A shield coalesced on her arm, a part of her realized it looked different than before. Dominic reeled back, surprised by the sudden appearance and the shadowflame that burst at its arrival. She took advantage of his distraction to finish her original plan, her sword buried itself in the gash of his plate, piercing his heart. The man fell back, black ichor pouring from the wound. “I will just come back, again and again.” He taunts, “I don’t die, I will never die.” Myaka stared down at the man, her lips curling into a sneer. By the light, why was I ever afraid of this coward? “Your new mistress won’t like the fact you failed. You never broke me, you will -never- break me.” She swings her sword in a wide arc, the man’s head separating cleanly from the body as the man collapses into a pile of forgotten plate and desiccated flesh.
  4. The Final Stand

    ((Hi all! I thought it was time to move Mya's story thread for Legion over, so you all can read it too if you aren't on the TE site, this first story is to explain the title, and then the second one will be (mostly) present day.)) How many more can there be? The military had been fighting almost from the moment they made landfall. Demons continued to pour from innumerable portals in the surrounding area. One portal closed just meant another opened nearby. This makes the Quorum look like a small scout force. The words were a low growl in her mind. The Legion invasion struck Azeroth with earnest, there seemed to be no end to the onslaught. She spun in place, the borrowed shield strapped to her arm raising to block a blow from a large felguard. She missed her father’s shield, but didn’t regret the choice to leave it at home. She knew the enchantments on it could be broken by the legion forces, and the magic may call other demons to attack her. The alliance shield, dispersed through the military armory, had performed admirably but she would feel more comfortable with an item she personally forged. She could see the early fighters beginning to flag in energy, even her battlerage was turning sluggish. Time had blurred, blocks and parries bleeding into sword swipes and return attacks. A sound cut through the clashes and clangs of the fight, sounds of metal squealing and wood cracking. She turned towards the sound to see Rorrek and Brianna, her fellow imperials in trouble. Rorreks’ shield had shattered; the destruction was the sound she heard. felhounds surrounded Brianna, eyestalks drawing magic and life force from the priest. Myaka charged trying to clear a path to the pair so she could provide aid. A pit lord, massive in weight and height, intercepted her. The beasts’ pike tore through demons and alliance forces alike. She dived down to avoid the pike, her mind flitting between evasion or fight. Dodge, continue to Therrien and Mackinzie, demon still active and danger to them. Discard. Fight, finish quickly, abdomen weak point, unarmored. The decision, made in mere heartbeats, sent her dive into a roll. Her crouched form rocketed upwards, she put all her normal power she would normally use in the upward leap and let her weight and momentum aid to the power behind her blade as it angled towards the edge of the pitlords’ armored chest. The blade hit home, digging deep into the demon’s stomach. It cut through flesh and innards like paper, leaving a large mortal wound when she landed. The demon had already begun its death throes and she turned to continue towards Rorrek and Brianna. Heat blossomed then, overwhelming and scorching. Felfire ballooned from the mortal wound on the demon, growing into an inferno. She barely had time to lift the shield in an attempt to defend herself from the conflagration that swept over her. After a few moments, the felfire dissipated leaving only a seared and twisted alliance shield in it’s wake.
  5. A Grim Assault; The Mandate Rises

    When she found out, it was after the fighting concluded. Fiery rage burned in her chest as she attempted to keep battlerage at bay. She would be of no use to the recovery in Stormwind itself, not as she was now. Cowards! She snarled to herself, Cowards! The lot of them. So much of the Stormwind Militia and Military had been deployed to the Broken Isle to fight the Legion. So many people, on both sides of the faction divide had died to keep the Legion from destroying all life on Azeroth and… The Grim, how did it truly surprise her that such a depraved group of monsters could strike at them, slaughter civilians, strike at their leaders, did they not understand that there was a more important target in the Legion? Of course not, they probably see the legion as their fel damned kin. She still fought on the various warfronts, she felt they still needed defense from the small bands of Horde that did not honor the unofficial truce that existed while the fought the Legion. It seemed that she was correct in that thought, they could not leave their holdings undefended. Could Lady Proudmoore be right? She had heard of Jaina Proudmoore’s heated words in the Throne Room after the disastrous fight on the Broken Shore that saw the death of King Varian Wrynn, that they couldn’t trust the Horde. That King Wrynn’s death was a result of the Horde abandoning them at a pivotal moment. Even now, as furious as she was, she could not think all Horde were a danger in the way Lady Proudmoore did. However, the Grim attack showed that there were still those in the Horde that would use the current fight with the Legion to strike at the Alliance. The Grim and their Mandate were as much of a danger to Azeroth as the Legion was. An army that can’t trust each other is doomed to failure, how many people apply the Grim’s depravity to all of the Horde?
  6. I've tried a half a dozen different alt concepts, but I keep coming back to Mya. She's my girl!
  7. Accidental Use of Geekiness

    I have used "By the Light" or "By the Earthmother" when I played horde in casual conversation. Like Kate, I've responded to Mya before if someone says that name nearby, I have also accidentally signed my name as Myaka, even though my real name is nothing close to it haha. Luckily I've caught it so far!
  8. Myaka Winterborne: Keeper in the Twilight Empire. Myaka is dead, killed by fel fire during the original assault on the Broken Shore Mervic Ducharme: Paladin, former Knight of the Silver Hand. Mervic is attempting to assist the Alliance where he can with the invasions from the Legion. He is also starting to attend events and meetings of the Twilight Empire so that he can look after his adopted daughters friends and family to honor her memory after her death.
  9. Artifact Weapon / RP

    I actually took one of the ideas from Kex'ti's thread that Resi linked. I really liked the concept behind the Nightfall Drakeswarrd he created for the prot warrior artifact. I did a bit of tweaking to make it fit with Mya and she actually received the shattered pieces of it during Quorum. I'm looking forward to playing with it come Legion!
  10. Legion: War's Wake

    How many more can there be? The military had been fighting almost from the moment they made landfall. Demons continued to pour from innumerable portals in the surrounding area. One portal closed just meant another opened nearby. This makes the Quorum look like a small scout force. The words were a low growl in her mind. The Legion invasion struck Azeroth with earnest, there seemed to be no end to the onslaught. She spun in place, the borrowed shield strapped to her arm raising to block a blow from a large felguard. She missed her father’s shield, but didn’t regret the choice to leave it at home. She knew the enchantments on it could be broken by the legion forces, and the magic may call other demons to attack her. The alliance shield, dispersed through the military armory, had performed admirably but she would feel more comfortable with an item she personally forged. She could see the early fighters beginning to flag in energy, even her battlerage was turning sluggish. Time had blurred, blocks and parries bleeding into sword swipes and return attacks. A sound cut through the clashes and clangs of the fight, sounds of metal squealing and wood cracking. She turned towards the sound to see Rorrek and Brianna, her fellow imperials in trouble. Rorreks’ shield had shattered; the destruction was the sound she heard. felhounds surrounded Brianna, eyestalks drawing magic and life force from the priest. Myaka charged trying to clear a path to the pair so she could provide aid. A pit lord, massive in weight and height, intercepted her. The beasts’ pike tore through demons and alliance forces alike. She dived down to avoid the pike, her mind flitting between evasion or fight. Dodge, continue to Therrien and Mackinzie, demon still active and danger to them. Discard. Fight, finish quickly, abdomen weak point, unarmored. The decision, made in mere heartbeats, sent her dive into a roll. Her crouched form rocketed upwards, she put all her normal power she would normally use in the upward leap and let her weight and momentum aid to the power behind her blade as it angled towards the edge of the pitlords’ armored chest. The blade hit home, digging deep into the demon’s stomach. It cut through flesh and innards like paper, leaving a large mortal wound when she landed. The demon had already begun its death throes and she turned to continue towards Rorrek and Brianna. Heat blossomed then, overwhelming and scorching. Felfire ballooned from the mortal wound on the demon, growing into an inferno. She barely had time to lift the shield in an attempt to defend herself from the conflagration that swept over her. After a few moments, the felfire dissipated leaving only a seared and twisted alliance shield in it’s wake.
  11. Katelle Larmont

    Myaka looks up when asked about Katelle, a warm smile forming. "Kate is my General, and has perhaps been driven crazy by some of my habits." The warrior chuckles softly, "But she is my sister, and my closest friend. I would not be here if not for her." She grins, "And I'm sure I keep life interesting for her, though if that is good or bad she may be still deciding."
  12. Aruku's Cicada Dishes!

    I'm not adventurous enough to try eating bugs, so i'll take your word for how they taste =P
  13. Hallo new friend! The others have covered things pretty well thus far but i'll send my warm hello's as well! I'm Myaka-Ravenholdt to use Kate's idea I'm always up for chatting or RPing. Welcome to the server!
  14. New Paced Leveling Adventure: "For Keeshan!"

    I'd be interested, depending on the time. Sunday at 7 pacific is right around dinner time, same really for any day of the week, I might look at it when you have a timeframe to see if I can make it!
  15. Myaka Winterborne [A]

    ((It has taken me a while, but I finally made one of these!)) Full Name: Myaka Winterborne Nicknames: Mya Age: 28 Race: Human Gender: Female Hair: Very dark brown Eyes: Light Brown Height:5’11 Weight: lean Place of residence: Stormwind City Outskirts. Place of Birth: Stratholme Known Relatives: Victoria Winterborne (Mother, deceased) Micah Winterborne (Father, deceased) Nathan Winterborne (Brother, raised as a Death Knight, thought deceased.) Katelle Larmont (sister by honor) Religion/Philosophy: The Holy Light Occupation: Specialist in the Twilight Empire Keepers. Master Blacksmith with a focus on weaponsmithing. Group/Guild affiliation: Twilight Empire Guild Rank: Keepers Enemies: Those against the Vision of the Twilight Empire, The Grim Likes: the smell of lavender. Reading, testing her skills. Creating and researching blacksmithing patterns Favorite Foods: Strawberries, chocolate, most fruits and vegetables. Allergic to coconut. Favorite Drinks: doesn't normally drink. She prefers light drinks, if she's feeling brave she'll drink Hearthglen Ambrosia. Favorite Colors: blue, lighter colors towards golds and whites. Weapons of Choice: two handed broadsword/claymore, shield and shortsword. Dislikes: cruel people, snakes, coconut (allergic), most strong alcoholic drinks Hobbies: warfront skirmishes. Smithing. Creating blacksmithing designs (the more unique the better.) Physical Features: it is an uncommon thing to see Mya out of armor and without a blade or shield. It is even rarer still is she without the blue and gold tabard of the Twilight Empire. She stands taller than most humans, and the plate armor hides a lean lightly muscled build. She has light brown eyes and very dark brown long hair that is typically pulled back in a hurried ponytail. An old scar stands out on the side of her face, running from the middle of her neck up to her cheek. Special Abilities: high pain tolerance. Skilled with swords both two handed and one handed. Positive Personality Traits: loyal to a fault, stubborn refusal to back down. Negative Personality Traits: stubborn, reckless, naïve History: History before the Twilight Empire Mya grew up on the outskirts of Stratholme, her life for the most part untroubled by the war against the orcs during the second war. Her family were strong in the Light but Myaka herself was unable to wield it like her father and older brother, Nathan, could. As she grew older and this became more apparent, her family started to claim that she was the orphaned child of her mother’s sister. This was done to spare the family, and Myaka herself, from any ridicule or scorn gained from Myaka’s inability to channel it. When she was old enough, her mother began to train her as a shop keeper. Her mother owned a store in Lordaeron that she planned to will to Myaka when the girl was old enough to run it. It did not seem to take long before the girl and her mother were traveling from Stratholme to Lordaeron to run the store, sometimes being gone weeks or months at a time. It came one day for Myaka to make the trip on her own, her mother was sick and could not go with her. Nathan didn’t wish to have her make the journey with no one there to protect her if she was attacked on the way, so he came with. Unbeknownst to the two, a strange sickness was spreading in the neighboring cities. As they drew near Stratholme on their return, they could see flames jumping in the horizon and soon came across those fleeing the city. They spoke of a culling, of family and friends rising from the dead, of Prince Arthas Menethil slaughtering all he came across be they living or dead. Nathan did not want to leave their parents to whatever fate had befallen them in the plagued city and begged with Myaka to come with him, citing that he could not protect her if she did not come with. But Myaka could not bring herself to attempt to reach the city, not with the horrors those around had told of. Nathan left to the city, and is to this day presumed dead. The survivors, with Myaka in tow, traveled to Kalimdor following after Jaina Proudmoore. There the little bit of a life the people were able to make were once again threatened, this time by the Burning Legion. Myaka did not want to risk her new home’s destruction, at least without attempting to fight herself. While the fighters took whomever they could. She was unskilled and untrained, and she was worried her barely 15 years of age would keep them from allowing her entry. So she lied on her enlistment paperwork, stating that she was closer to 17-18 and was able to gain a spot in the Theramore Millitary. She fought in the Third War, and was untrained no more. War had shaped the now near adult woman, but nothing shaped her more than an incident during it. She had foolishly attacked a group of felguards and had been quickly overwhelmed. Surprise greeted her when she woke later in the infirmary of her outpost, a tauren hunter had come across her in the midst of fighting the felguards, and had brought her back to safety. This act had confused the woman whom had grown up on stories of how savage and cruel the orcs of the Horde were and she had expected anyone whom allied with them to be the same. This act began her path down the road to the Vision of peace between the two sides. She held closely to a hope for peace, and stuck faithfully to her conviction to it, even after she joined the Theramore Guard. This conviction put her at odds with another in the guard, a man called Dominic Sanders. Dominic was a sadistic man; who’s violent tendencies were only amplified when he drank. He had a burning hatred for the Horde and wanted them destroyed whenever the opportunity presented itself. The two crossed paths due to similar duties and areas of patrol and Dominic soon turned his rage on the woman, now a warrior in her own right. Through the later years, Dominic struck fear into the heart of Myaka, attacking her whenever he was able to catch her alone. Threats of death or worse if she spoke kept her quiet and brought lies to her tongue whenever someone got close to discovering what was going on. Mya endured, and found solace in the friends she could there. However, one night one of those friends, a man by the name of Jeric Mills, struck out at her in a drunken rage. His slow reflexes combined with her fast ones gave her the scar that goes up the side of her face, a memento of a sword strike meant to take her head. This had been the final straw, and Myaka left Theramore after she was discharged from the guard, sure if she did not that she would meet her death there. History with the Twilight Empire Her mentor and old friend pointed her towards one group, sure they would give her the friends and support needed for her hopes for peace. The Twilight Empire, a group that shared her faith in the Vision of peace. She joined them, and later became a soldier in the Military Branch. This choice led to her meeting Katelle Larmont. Kate because a fast and close friend, easily seeing through what she was trying to hide. The woman got close to ferreting out what Myaka was hiding about Dominic, but before the full story could come out, rumblings of attacks and sieges where heard in Theramore. Myaka was assigned to the city for a guard to those of the Citizen Branch of the Empire whom were moving their work to the city by Kate, who had become the General of the Military by that time. Kate after speaking with the superior whom Myaka worked under as a Theramore Guard, found out about Dominic and made moves to remove his threat to her friend. But before he could be dealt with, the situation in Theramore came to a head. The Horde dropped a mana bomb on the city, and the Empire and those helping them pulled everyone they could through a large summoning portal before the destruction of the city. The summoning did not go off without problems however. Some were deposited in strange areas, Mya found herself in the Dustwallow Marsh, and she was not alone. Dominic had also been sent there. The man, furious beyond reason, lashed out at the woman and beat her nearly to death. He left her crumpled body in the marsh for the animals to clean up. One of these animals turned out to be not just another beast. The animal, a white furred wolf, belonged to a hunter. The same hunter in fact that had saved her life from the felguards in the third war. She was saved yet again by her, the hunter bringing her to Dalaran if order to find someone who could finish the woman’s recovery. The hunter found Kate, and delivered Myaka to her. Myaka recovered, and was told later by a very very convinced Kate that Dominic would never be a threat again. Myaka continued her duties as a soldier in the Military, and was surprised to be offered a position in a new force the General and her second had been recreating from its time before. The Guardians, who looked after the Empress of the Empire and the Senate members in case of attack or assassination attempts. Myaka, after some prompting, took up a place in the group. But, it was done in secret, because the group had not been approved by the Senate. The secret came out a year later, when someone overheard the Empress call Myaka by her guardian title and asked to join. This sparked a long and tumultuous split in the Empire, between the Empress and the Senate and those that followed both sides. The split only ended when it was discovered the empress was sick and suffering from a mental illness that the medical corps in the Empire were able to cure. Myaka endeavored to keep her head down and out of trouble, shaken by her role in the conflict and her own inability to realize what was happening to her Empress and friend. She was focused only on her duties as a Keeper, the path that rose from the ashes of what had been the military branch, and tried to stay uninvolved with anything that could cause another set of problems for herself or the Empire. She continued this throughout the Draenor campaign, choosing to not go with those storming the new dark portal until she could make amends for her actions. Recently, this isolation had been broken by the series of attacks on Azeroth and her people, with Myaka taking part in the struggle against the Quorum after the pieces of a strange shield made of Twilight Dragonscale were passed to her by mistake. This shield brought struggle and conflict to her, due to a strange cult of twilight followers that worshipped the Forgotten Ones. Now, with the Quorum defeated, and the rumblings of a new legion invasion, Myaka has turned her focus to recreating the shield and preparing for the coming conflicts. Story threads: Collections of a Former Theramore Guard-Catchall Story Thread Quorum:Call of the Twilight Scales-Myaka researches a strange shield, but she is not the only one interested.