Kaldorei Empire, Kun Yomi, Kun-Lai Summit, Lei Shen, Lorewalker Cho, Master Chang, Mogu, Old Kalimdor, Pandaren, Pandaria, Warcraft, World of Warcraft, WoW, Yaochi, Yu Gwai, Zandalar, Zouchin Province, Zouchin Village
Yaochi was sitting up on the grass at the feet of the mountain. Although she was still in great pain, nothing seemed to be broken. By the grass she could tell she’s in Zouchin Province, the northernmost province of the Pandaren Empire, one isolated from the rest of the Empire by great mountains. The only thing further north was the Plains of Giants and then remnants of the Zandalari Empire, and finally the Kaldorei lands. She had never seen any of these lands, only hearing frightful tales about the vicious, cannibal trolls who used to be allies of the mogu, and about the night elves, powerful magi who hated the trolls as much as pandaren hated the mogu. Perhaps there was a story between them, but no one could tell it to her but ancient tomes written in characters she hasn’t learned yet. Indeed, there were no Lorewalkers yet back then!
Her position quickly torn her away from these musings. She was wounded and in pain, sitting at the feet of the Kun-Lai Mountains. Master Chang was undoubtedly dead, killed brutally by the mogu villain and ancestors only know what kind of gruesome ritual his remains were put through. The carriage driver was lying motionless and breathless on nearby rocks, with a bolt in his chest. Even the yaks were dead. Her only companion seemed to be the turtle that gave her water when she woke up. What kind of turtle would know how to do such things? There was something odd about it. It moved with speed and deliberation she only saw from people, and his eyes… there was something about his eyes. When she looked into his eyes, she saw a splinter of sentience. There was no doubt, that was not a normal turtle.