Commander Braghaman Larethian

New Alliances

Erik stood next to the banisters overlooking the city of Shattrath. Nearby, he could see the elevator bringing people to the Scryer’s Tier. Watching as another group left the elevator and walked past him, he shook his head slightly when he didn’t see who he was looking for and turned back to gazing at the city.

“I had heard you were asking around about me,” a muffled voice spoke from behind the rogue. Erik turned to see a man wearing brown robes and a mask covering his face.

“I have been.”

“If this is a trap…” the masked man began before letting the statement trail off.

“It is not. I need your assistance.”

“I assumed our alliance was over once the death knight was destroyed. Has he returned?”

“He has not,” Erik replied. 

“Then I’m not sure why you would need my help.” The masked person turned and started walking back towards the Scryer’s buildings.

“The commander and the headmistress are missing.”

The masked man stopped mid-stride. Slowly, he turned back around to face the rogue.

“What do you mean missing?”

“The headmistress was kidnapped. The commander was lost while trying to retrieve her.”

“Explain.”

“The headmistress was taken to the Shadowlands and was kept from returning. The commander finally managed to find out where she was and tried to get her back. Members of the Cathedral worked against him, but finally he managed to get their pledge to return her. We went to Oribos to bring her home and there was an attack. Servants set off an explosive.”

“Was he killed?”

“I don’t know. It is possible that he survived, but is beyond our reach at the moment.”

“And Niv….  the headmistress?”

“She has gone missing as well, though I’m not certain it is the same forces that originally took her.”

“Who is responsible?” The masked man asked, an edge to his voice.

“A bishop from the Cathedral. His name is Lancaster. His sister seems to be involved as well. They are still actively searching for the headmistress.”

“What do you want from me?”

“The commander’s last instructions to me were to get the headmistress to safety. I’ll be returning to Oribos to continue the search and hopefully find her. I had hopes that you could search the area of the Shadowlands called the Maw. It’s possible that the commander is there. But there is no guarantee.” 

“What about the bishop?”

“He was detained for his original crimes, but has since been released. I have searched his office and found some proof that he was connected, but there was no information about either the location of the headmistress or the commander.”

“Released,” the masked man repeated, the edge back in his voice.

“He will pay in time,” Erik said somberly. “My first priorities are to find the headmistress and the commander and bring them home.”

“Time moves faster for some,” the masked man replied.

“Will you help?”

“I will search for the commander. When I have anything, I will send you word.”

“Thank you. Good luck.” Erik nodded to the masked man before turning from him and walking to the elevator. As he stepped onto the pad, he turned and looked at the masked man again. He held that gaze until the pad lowered and took the rogue out of sight.

Banagan let out a slow breath before turning towards the Scryer’s buildings. He steadily walked back towards their libraries.

“Voltuk,” Banny called quietly. Within a few heartbeats, a fiery imp appeared walking at the warlock’s side.

“Yes?”

“My father is missing. Niviene, too.”

“Could be playing hide-and-seek.”

“They are not.”

“We going looking for them?”

“You will. I need to take care of something first.”

“Where should I start?”

“Erik thinks he’s in a place called the Maw. It’s part of the Shadowlands. Can you get there?”

“If there was a portal, I could,” Voltuk answered almost thoughtfully.

“Go to Stormwind. I’m sure they have portals set up there.”

“They won’t like me walking around by myself.”

“Never stopped you before.”

“So, go to Stormwind. Then go to the Maw. Then find your father. Seems easy enough.”

“Likely won’t be.”

“What if someone tries to get in my way?”

Banagan stopped and looked down at the imp. Voltuk had a gleam in his eyes, but that was not a new thing.

“Don’t get caught.”

“I never do,” Voltuk chuckled. “What about you?”

“I need to pay a visit to someone. Then I’ll make my way to the Shadowlands.”

“I’ll see you soon,” Voltuk said as he turned and skipped away, disappearing after a few steps.

Banagan looked back to the Scryer’s library and let out another slow breath.

“Lancaster, eh?”