Dark Dreams End Credits

These are the credits for participation in the Dark Dreams Incident campaign--complete with stingers.

Cast

 * Adamantt
 * Adroby
 * Agardis
 * Ailos
 * Alladan
 * Aldorae
 * Aldrin
 * Alerions
 * Alyöna
 * Amarlytha
 * Annabélle
 * Areillena
 * Ashentower
 * Atles
 * Baelthane
 * Barlenn
 * Baztet
 * Butterchurn
 * Cassalandra
 * Chenlou
 * Cöralíne
 * Daffydd
 * Daelin
 * Eirianwén
 * Elaíne
 * Felorela
 * Fizzlebång
 * Florlana
 * Fyrngarm
 * Gaddes
 * Gawead
 * Geöffrey
 * Ghanan
 * Gingert
 * Honorem
 * Ishrio
 * Izuki
 * Jailard
 * Jeremaias
 * Jiroki
 * Kayalani
 * Korogi
 * Kuthalaz
 * Ludwig
 * Lylth
 * Maridiana
 * Marisol
 * Marrokk
 * Mirot
 * Mkal
 * Nelgarict
 * Nhyroh
 * Opalarie
 * Parthilan
 * Raaxine
 * Ranazzen
 * Reggad
 * Renualt
 * Ruiwen
 * Sannit
 * Sellos
 * Selvatore
 * Soltum
 * Soreka
 * Sòrèn
 * Soviana
 * Speakerthai
 * Sundervall
 * Syhelin
 * Terriam
 * Tiranjua
 * Thorodox
 * Turtleshell
 * Valinæ
 * Velarian
 * Vesthara
 * Whoever
 * Wraithvlad
 * Yàsha
 * Yorishigé
 * Yvonnathena
 * Zamaris
 * Zerathan

Mid-Credits Stinger
He was gone. All that he had ever been, all that he had ever done, was gone in an instant.

Maelydra Starfire, knelt on the floor of her apartment in Dalaran, clutching a photograph. She ran her fingertips over the image of him where they stood, side by side on the Ratchet docks. Every moment of their shared lives came back to her: dinners with the other Druids of the New Day, cultivating the Mother Tree to coax her to drop seeds, teaching of the errors of their forebears and how the world could be made better…

Beletene, her Beletene! She choked on a sob, and pressed the photograph to her bosom. Around her in her solitary apartment, the candles burned--in sconces on the walls, on the windowsill, on the shrine. Her eyes lingered over the relics she had put there, relics she had saved of his. There was the broken lace from one of his boots. An apple core, carefully preserved, still had the bite marks in the shape of his teeth. There was the handkerchief she had used to blot away the bleeding from a cut on his hand; it still had the stain; she had never washed it, it was too precious.

She picked up a fork, the one he had dropped at that banquet in Duskwood. It had touched his mouth, which was more than she had ever been able to do. She brought it to her lips, sobbing helplessly.

He had loved her, she knew he had. His last words to her rang in her ears still:  “Make sure Auromere receives that letter. Make sure you catch his messenger. I need you to do this.”  He had needed her, and so she had stayed in Dalaran. So far away, but she was important to him!

And now, those mortal monsters in Duskwood had taken him from her! Grief gave way to rage, and she clenched her fists. “How dare they?” she growled. “To stop the beautiful work of that beautiful man! He would have saved the world.”

She rose then, carefully replacing the photograph and fork in their places of honor, and went to the window. “Beletene, my love, my life,” she sighed, her voice thickening with tears, “they were unworthy of you. But I was always the one for you, always. And you knew it.

“I will prove it. Your work won’t go fruitless. Your life won’t pass unnoticed! I will carry on your work!”

Dramatic speeches call for dramatic gestures, and hers swept a lit candle from the windowsill and onto the floor. Melted wax and flame spilled over the carpet, which quickly began to smolder! Maelydra ran to put it out, beating at the rug with her fingers until the pain of burning became too much; then she ran for the pitcher of water and doused the rising flame.

But...as she stared at the blackened patch of carpet, something turned over in her mind. “Beletene...Are you speaking to me, from beyond the grave? Is this a sign, my love? Is this your will?”

Determination filled her heart anew, and she raised her blistered hands. “I swear to you, Beletene Moongraze, my love,” she said, “I swear to you that I will find a way to bring about the New Day, a day where the Legion will no longer trouble our beloved world.”

She lifted her chin. “I will burn it down. No land will go uncleansed. They will all be burned away.”