And in a moment, all her inner fire is gone. She sighs heavily, averting her eyes. "And then there are the Eredar."
"The Eredar... they sit at the hand of the demon-titan Sargeras. They are the commanders of the Legion. They..." she says, her voice faltering. She feels a cold not in the pit of her stomach. What if they can't see that she's not one of them? What if they turn from her?
It's too late. She's already begun. If she stops now, they'll never listen to her again.
"You will know an Eredar should you see one. They hail from the world of Argus, a world lost when Sargeras offered them knowledge and power. Two-thirds of the Eredar joined him that day. The ones who did not join fled Argus, and they have been chased across countless worlds for their defiance. They called themselves the Exiled Ones."
Vastania looks up at the rest of her Flight. "In Eredun, the word for 'Exiled One' is 'Draenei.'"
MAN'ARI EREDAR
"The Eredar... they sit at the hand of the demon-titan Sargeras. They are the commanders of the Legion. They..." she says, her voice faltering. She feels a cold not in the pit of her stomach. What if they can't see that she's not one of them? What if they turn from her?
It's too late. She's already begun. If she stops now, they'll never listen to her again.
"You will know an Eredar should you see one. They hail from the world of Argus, a world lost when Sargeras offered them knowledge and power. Two-thirds of the Eredar joined him that day. The ones who did not join fled Argus, and they have been chased across countless worlds for their defiance. They called themselves the Exiled Ones."
Vastania looks up at the rest of her Flight. "In Eredun, the word for 'Exiled One' is 'Draenei.'"