Azra soon got word of a guild who worked for the Brotherhood. She told Tsolaes about them, and got him interested in the idea of them joining a guild together. It would be a fresh start. She told him how they could meet new friends and get involved with Morden's organization.

"What is the name o' this guild?" he asked.

"They are called the Wayfarer's Elite," she replied, purring.

"The Elite, eh? I like the sound o' that..."

They soon approached the compound in the desert of Ro and introduced themselves.

"'Ello, I be Tsolaes Dark'Umbra, an Oracle o' the 60th season," he said shyly.

They were welcomed, and after a few hunts invited to become new members to the ranks. They both happily accepted. The Elite were a hardy group of adventurers of all races and classes, and they all worked side by side in the name of Morden and his representative, General Versakhan, a Wood Elf Ranger. The General and his mate, Giocosa, a Vah Shir Jharin, lead them through many adventures, including exploring the new land of Taelosia, where the Brotherhood had discovered a new threat to the land.

Several new recruits joined, including Jzath, a Vah Shir Beastlord, and their many friends. Tso met a few elder Shamans who taught him of the wonderous spells he could learn. Azra met other Rogues who shared her love for sneaking and backstabbing. They attended the wedding of Versakhan and Giocosa, and drank the night away with drinks and music and fireworks. The ranks were filling up, and things were looking good for the future of the Elite.

Until Versakhan died... ((click here for the story))

Morale dropped, and Giocosa was very depressed. Tearilis was given the rank of General and tried to keep the Elite together. But soon the Officers began to give up hope, and several members left the ranks. A few more were lost to reasons unknown. Amid the disarray, Tsolaes managed to round up a few close friends and finished his Epic Weapon quest.

He was now a true Heyokah, like his Elder Shaman friends.

Tsolaes bursts into the mess hall, wildly looking about.

"I've done it!"

He raises his paw high, holding the fabled Spear of Fate for all to see.

"ROOAAARR!!!!"

The monstrous bellow echoes throughout the hall, shaking the tables and actually cracking a few nearby windows. Small critters scurry from under tables, dashing wildly amid the noise. A single rat runs close to Tsolaes' foot, and is promptly impaled with the newly obtained spear. Tsolaes lifts the weapon edge, revealing the rat-kabob to his spectators.

"Har har... har..."

He flinches, clenching the spear. A deadly sickness pours from the blade, engulfing the twitching rodent rapidly. It starts out small, slowly tearing at the skin of the creature, but eventually doubles and triples its activity, reducing the thing to nothing more than bones and sinew. Tsolaes shakes his spear, and the remains fall to the floor.

He gazes about the hall, and the spark of something new glimmers in his eyes.

Jzath roars in response. His warder lets out a roar that adds a different vibration to the room.

"Congratulations, Tsolaes!!!"

Giocosa lifts her voice to add to the harmonics of the roar, weaving congratulations and pride through the triumph of Tsolaes' call.

"Well done!!! I know you've worked long and hard for that spear. It will serve you well."

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