<span style="color: purple">"Elune rescued her and she offered to help us in return for a place to stay. your not understanding the basic principles of our government. i may not be called a queen but i have all the powers of one backed by the powers of a religious leader who gave birth to her own goddess. now the people may be unhappy with the wars and taxes but there is a religious wave coursing through the populace since we got absolute proof of Elune's existance and that she created us, they wont back a business woman in a time of war when i have lead our people through two wars that make this conflict with the Horde seem like a day at the park... if the other members of the Alliance would just make up their fucking minds to wage war we could get this over with. i would prefer peace but this half-assed warfare is driving me nuts. ill go see what she is up to, but a battleship wouldnt be overly effective, airships are the true power these days." </span>Tyrande nodded a little and had a vial of moonwater waiting when Crimzon returned.<span style="color: purple">"now you get to see me be what i love to be..."</span>she covered her hands in the water which glowed brightly and stayed covering her hands instead of falling like normal water and she raised them, chanting a single line in prayer and the Sentinel flashed brightly. Tyrande smiled after a moment and removed the bandages, all traces of the wounds gone.<span style="color: purple">"i dont get to be a priestess enough... when she wakes tell her to return to her duties with Elune's blessing. how is the other?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>