Paladin and Succubi

Outland, Zandalar, Paladin camp

"In summary, contact the Naaru of Shattrath as soon as possible and invite them to visit Azeroth." Redpath had received an order personally issued by King Varian. The entire situation had been explained clearly. The Scarlet Crusade of Lordaeron had become a fanatical organization manipulated by demons. Only by inviting the Naaru, incarnations of the Holy Light, to come in person could they resolve the crisis without bloodshed and save those deluded souls.

"Understood. I'll contact Shattrath immediately." The Paladin did not dare delay. He took a Communication Crystal from his Space Bag and activated it. A phantom image appeared—it was the one Velen had left behind when he had come over during Zandalar's founding. At the time, Theramore's representative, a young and powerful mage, had given Velen a Communication Crystal. Redpath recalled that he had given Prophet Velen one as well. Since they were both aligned with the Holy Light and Outland was such a godforsaken place, he had thought it might prove useful if they ever needed to get in touch.

"May the Holy Light be with you, Knight Redpath. Is Zandalar in trouble, to warrant such an urgent contact?" Velen's voice carried concern.

"By the Holy Light, Velen, I have been entrusted by King Varian to invite a Naaru to visit Azeroth," Redpath said respectfully.

"Invite a Naaru to Azeroth?" Velen was filled with doubt. Why had they never extended such an invitation before, only to suddenly make this request now? There had to be something they wanted. "Did something happen?"

Redpath did not hide anything. The Naaru would learn of it sooner or later anyway. "Lordaeron in Azeroth is being troubled by an extremist and fanatical group known as the Scarlet Crusade. They once resisted the Scourge, but despair drove them into