Zarahi began to protest. “Me? But Archdruid, I was just a conduit for da ritual!”
Malfurion waved his hand. “I cannot go. With the glade vulnerable to attacks from the Burning Legion my duty is to remain here and protect it. Your superiors here have other duties to tend to, and there are few of your caliber that I can send. In Val’Sharrah you will find Archdruid Greathoof. He is wise in the old ways and will provide valuable assistance. However, the Dream can be dangerous so I will send Keeper Remulos with you.”
Remulos took the directive from Malfurion and strode up beside Zarahi. As tall as she was, she was diminutive next to the Keeper of the Grove. With some encouraging words from Remulos, Zarahi nodded and the pair entered the portal. They were met by lush fauna all around, except where the other portals were. Remulos charged towards black vines climbing up out of the land.
He looked around him. “The Nightmare! But how?” He began channeling his energy into an attack. “I will remove the abominations. Find out the cause!”
Zarahi headed off in the direction of several shadowy creatures. In her feral form it would be easier to move and she could strike more quickly. And she did, catching several off-guard. But were they even real or just shadows? She wasn’t sure but suspected the path she was headed upon would lead her to the source of the corruption.
After disposing of several more of the shadowy creatures she came upon something else. Standing three times as high as Zarahi on her best day, it was humanoid. But disfigured. Tormented into some sort of abomination. A blight upon the dream. Where hands would be, there were instead three long tendrils, and they beckoned her when the creature became aware of her presence. Zarahi was not one to decline such an invitation and she charged in. Whatever the creature was, it didn’t expect such a lightning assault. It was not long before the creature fell and Zarahi went back to Remulos to inform him of the encounter.
“And you doubt your prowess? Excellent work,” he said. “Even now the foul creep of the Nightmare has begun to recede. I have cleared our path as we speak. Let us continue our journey.” With that, Zarahi followed the Keeper into the portal and for a brief period time stood still. Then the pair were at their destination: The Dreamgrove. Down the path they went as Remulos explained to Zarahi the area was protected by ancient magic, their brothers and sisters alike would be protected within the sanctuary. With Remulos knowing the land, they traveled right to the Archdruid without difficulty.
Remulos explained to Rensar Greathoof the situation of the Burning Legion. The Archdruid nodded and confirmed his knowledge of the situation as well. As they discussed the Legion’s advance further and how best to combat it, their talk changed to weapons of old. But Greathoof was concerned. There was no one with the ability to wield them. And Zarahi’s head nearly snapped off when she looked to Remulos after he convinced them there was no one better than her to do so.
Greathoof sized her up for what seemed like an eternity before nodding. “Yes. I see it as well and while not an easy task, I will help as best I can.”
The Archdruid explained Ashamane was a powerful nightsaber used in the War of the Ancients. However, it fell years ago within the forests of Val’Sharrah. The Fangs of Ashamane are now guarded by the Ashen, a group of druids, with the weapons within their shrine. “Much persuasion will be necessary. They will not simply hand them over.” The Night Elf handed Zarahi a signet. “Present this to Delandros Shimmermoon. He will know then that you have my blessing.”