The Ghost Saber

A legend of the Ghost Saber
as told by Shaw Ashecroft, Ranger

(Nightfall in the Ashenvale wood. A hushed campfire crackles as a small group circle the burning embers. A gaunt undead figure masked in leathers looks about the group, waving a few pieces of spiced dough on a stick just above the heat. A story begins…)

“This story is about the old ruins, northish of Auberdine. Not sure much of you all know about this place, not saying I -do-, but we shall see. Place be more less a ruin now, up in Darkshore, plenty of elvenfolk about otherwise. The ruins belong to an old city, called Mathystra at one time.”

“The place still is beautiful in some ways, the old temple area has a pool, statues still about, some feline in nature. That had caught my eye when I stumbled upon it. Seems some folk there regarded the sabers with a fancy. Possibly due to their strength and cunning most likely - but I will be visiting that just in a minute… or three.”

“The Naga, Stormscales I do recall, have the place now. Not quite sure why, but the old temple pool looks quite nice. By the way, if you head out there - the Stormscales are none too happy with folks poking swords and such about.”

(A slight snicker issues from under his mask)

“Perhaps this might be why…

This came about a long bit ago - when the elves played about with magics. Caused a bit of a ruckus, what I hear from my mentor back in Duskwood. Folks did it on secret, lest they be killed or cast away. Near the outskirts, there was a group of three that practiced regular, whenever the mood struck them.

The elf Cath’ann who lived nearbouts to the group knew something was amiss. She had watched them leave out from her near her home, at odd times and the like. She was most curious of what was the goings on, so she gathered the strength to see what was what.

Cath’ann was a good sort for hunting, and tracked the three to their spot. She stalked nearer, seeking a answer. What she found were the three elves, practicing odd manners of spellweaving. One spell was cast, engulfing the trio with a odd glow… sadly so it was also with their visitor.

She panicked, as did the three. One cast another weaving spell, and caught Cath’ann - molding her form into a pale spotted saber. The white saber, dazed and confused - fled from the them, growling.

Later that evening the saber stalked and attacked one of the three, slaying him in revenge for their act. Seeking to erase their folly, they had a plan.

The two elves called a hunt the next day, offering a reward for the head of the saber, hoping to cover tracks. In their call, a hunter came forth. The hunter be skilled in his works and in three days tracked the saber. Between he and his own saber, they vanquished the “beast”.”

(The ranger rotates the stick slowly, heating the rest of the dough into a breadlike form.)

“But the plan went astray… magic being fickle, of course - and errant magic even worse…

The form of the saber twitched, and a the spirit form of Cath’ann appeared - and thanked him for releasing her. Knowing he had been used, he returned to the pair that hired him and being honorable - confronted them.

They were none too pleased.

A battle ensued. Magic and arrowfire, staff and claw… the hunter and his saber were no match for the two elves. Then the elven grins of victory slowly shattered - as a terrifying roar echoed outside the their home.

A spectral saber jumped through their walls, attacking the elves. With the hunter’s aid - the battle was rejoined.

In the end, the elves found that twisted magics hold dire futures. And the hunter and Cath’ann - justice.

The lore says also, so far - that the figurines are a reminder of magics gone foul, and justice can indeed prevail in the face of evil. This also be myth perhaps… that the ruins of Mathystra be home to the spirit of Cath’ann. Those in need may try to defeat her spirit and the spirit may be called back for a future time to lend aid in dark times.”

“Of course, this be just tales, things of myth - stories to shed insight to the young or the old…”

“…or is it?”

“Night all, stay safe along your paths.”

(Rising up, the ranger gathers his quiver and the pieces of bread from the roasting stick and pops one under his mask. The trees embrace him just out from the clearing and vanishes from view.)

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OOC info on this tale, Mathystra and the Ghost Saber :

The Story: I really liked how this story came around. Was quicker to write it that I thought and folks liked it - so I thought I would share it. I like have tales that connect things lorewise/gamewise and I thought this might work for the Ghost Saber. Hope you enjoyed the story, it’s mostly word for word from what “Shaw” tells ingame.

Mathystra: Some Lore information on Mathystra can be found here via WoWwiki.

The Ghost Saber: (Level 19-20) is tameable (as of 2/2/08) when he spawns. He can be spawned from the Cat Statues mentioned in the story. More can be found here.

See this Cat Figurine? You’ll have quite a collection of these. *grin*

You may be there a while, since the saber is a rare drop - but remember if you are there to be thoughtful of others doing the quest in that part of the zone. So be courteous to folks. Just as you know how much a pain it is to quest or get something in a camped area - think of others.

And don’t worry if the Saber dies after being tamed. It’s just a part of the spawn timer that glitches when he is tamed. Just rez and you have a keen little pet ghost saber.

Now, for non-hunters - you get some love too! If you defeat a ghost saber spawned by the statues, you have a rare chance of getting a Glowing Cat Figurine. Just so you know, you cannot stockpile these. They are unique but you can always go back and get another.

Note: As with hunters - Think about others as you go looking for these. Do not camp the place for these. Please use common sense and some kindness here.

Here’s a nicer shot of the transparency on the saber.