The Summoning...

[Jeroabem/Sabrianica]

This takes place just before and during the storyline of Maube's "Rise of a New Cheiftain" post. I had originally posted it there, but I felt that it might be hijackng her thread. By posting it here, I am hoping that she can wrap up her intended line of RP and have this be an offshoot of that without taking her in a direction she did not want to go. It can be edited as needed to fit in with that intent! - Jero

### BEGINNING ###

Jeroabem sat bolt upright in his camp outside of Camp Mojache. A simple affair, he was looking for some link between the insect invasion there and the Silithid infestations in The Barrens and Silithus. His initial estimates had been correct, but he would need to confer with the Druids in Moonglade for confirmation.

Stormhand...awaken

There, in the midst of the flames of his campfire was the Guardian of the Fire, the elemental who had taught him to harness the power of flame so many seasons ago.

Stormhand...arise

There, in the pitcher of water, the water elemental who had been his instructor near Ratchet in the ways of the Earthmother's Water Spirit.

Stormhand...pack and prepare

There, behind him in the clearing was the Essence of Air, who had taught him about the Grace of Air, how to protect his comrades from harmful spells and made his weapons swing faster.

Jeroabem, the time has come. Put aside your investigation into the Silithid. Put aside your battle against the minions of Ragnaros and seek out the Skullcrusher Clan from Splintertree Outpost. There is one among them, a Forsaken Mage by the name of Maube. While you have followed your path and learned much of the ways of the world, you have yet to begin your true path. Find your destiny there.

He sat bolt upright on his sleeping mat. His fire had long since expired in the night. A dream quest. Again. The last time this had happened, he had been young, no more than five seasons and a whelp with his family at Razor Hill. He knew the voice of the Earthmother, and he hastened to obey.

The flight to Splintertree was uneventful, the windriders were smart and swift. Inquiring among the guards there, he was directed to Volonazra's Tower. He summoned Kuraam, his mount, and rode hard.

Approaching the gathering, he could hear the chants of the shaman communing with the spirits of the elements. He recognized the song, but not the voice. He saw a slim undead edging towards the bonfire, and prepared to stop her from interrupting the ritual with a frost shock when he himself was stopped by a crow landing on his shoulder.

Do not. Open your ears, your heart and listen. She is the one who has been chosen. She is the one to lead. You will learn from her.

The crow sat there while the spirits spoke to Maube. When they were finished with her, she turned and looked through the crowd to the outsider at the edge of the gathering. He wore the colors of the Frostwolf Clan, so she knew immediately that he was not one of her family. He stood there a tad defiantly, yet she could tell he had been sent to the clan for some purpose.

The circle parted around her as she walked from the flames towards this new Orc who by his colors was from the Frostwolf Clan, and reformed behind her wordlessly. The crow left Jeroabem's shoulder and landed on a nearby tree. It looked from Jeroabem to Maube and back, as if amused by the situation, but it said nothing more. The only sound was the roar of the bonfire - even the chanting of the Shaman had ceased.