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Azeroth 20 Years Later Chapter 1 Complete: Alliance
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20 years ago, the world went insane; the weather, the magic of the world, the people, everything changed in a month. The Destroyer, the Beast, the Corrupted One returned, and He ripped Azeroth asunder; thousands died due to His destructive emergence. The World screamed in pain and agony, and many of our greatest defenders, among the druids and the shamans, fell to madness, withdrawing from the world.
After a time to recover from the Cataclysm, the Horde and the Alliance attempted to fight back, but due to infighting and inter faction fighting, many of the grand battles fell through. Finally, in a fool hardy attempt, the Warsong Offensive, lead by Warchief Garrosh Hellscream, and the Alliance Assault, led by King Varian Wrynn, invaded Deepholme, trying to crush the head of the Serpent..... and failed miserably. Deathwing enjoyed parading the corpses of the two leaders, leaving them spiked to the entrances of their respective cities.
Following Wrynn's death, the city of Stormwind fell to an attack by the Black flight, the Hammer and the reborn Defias, as Van Cleef had been found still alive, and willing to throw in with the invaders. Prince Anduin, now King, escaped the city with the help of his father's friend, Valeera Sanguinar and his own friend, the young Guardian Med'an. The three fled the city by sea, heading for a safe port in Theramore, and hopefully from there travel to Hyjal to meet up with Archdruid Malfurion and the true Warchief Thrall.
The Horde didn't do much better; following the death of Garrosh, the Dark Horde, which had been bidding their time for a long while, joined with Nefarion and his Twilights to invade and take the capital city of Orgrimmar for themselves. The great city, cut off by Garrosh's own idiocy, fell to the forces of the Dark, and the continent of Kalimdor became darker. After they took Durotar, the Dark Horde headed south, and laid siege to Theramore, finally destroying it once the new king, his friends, and the Lady of the city gave it up.
By the end of the first year, Thunder Bluff was under constant siege and attack from the Dark Horde and the Dragonflights, finally falling as the Grimtotems, promised their hearts desires, turned on the other Horde members, and handed over Cairne Bloodhoof to be killed. It was a sad day for Horde of Kalimdor, as the bastion of freedom was destroyed.
The Alliance forces on Kalimdor, forced to fight an enemy on three fronts; those of the Warsong in Ashenvale who hadn't given up, the army of the Fire Lord in Hyjal, attempting to destroy the World tree, and the Black flights attacking wherever they could. The Draenei are isolated, forced to activate a shield device to keep their home safe, and only able to teleport to other locations to assist and fight back. The Night Elves, doing the best they could for the refugees of Stormwind and Theramore, are holding on, forced to rely on the new Night Elf magi of the Shen'dalar to get around and help fight the dark forces.
The first sign of the end was at Hyjal; the defenders were pushed back to the regrowing World Tree, and slowly but surely overwhelmed. In one last desperate move, Malfurion had Jaina Proudmoore mass teleport the defenders from the Tree, including his wife, and looked the Fire Lord in the face, and blew all of Hyjal to kingdom come..... and his final sacrifice failed, as the Firelord returned a few days later, and transformed the crater at Hyjal into an entrance to the Fire lands.
The Eastern Kingdoms weren't much better, the Undercity given up by the Dark Lady, when, offered a chance to keep her people alive and well, took it, turning on her orcish, troll and Tauren allies, killing those in the city and destroying the outpost that Garrosh had made in Trisfal. The Blood Elves destroyed the translocator orb in their city, and worked feverishly to shield their lands, forced to work with the Amani Trolls to fight back against the invading Forsaken and Dragonflights.
Ironforge is a bastion, a place where many are hiding out, the dwarves working to keep their allies alive and well. The Gnomish city of Gnomergon, reclaimed just before the Cataclysm, is also used as a staging point to fight back against the forces of Deathwing in Deepholme. Most of the northren settlements, Khaz Modan and the like, were absorbed into the Twilight Highlands, and are now the property of Twilight Hammer cult, which has also overthrown Silithus and are rebuilding the Temple of Ahn'Quarj.
But there is hope for the Alliance forces within the Eastern Kingdoms: Gilneas, Stromguarde and Durnholde, all rebuilt and working together, fight against the Forsaken and other enemies.
As for the North, tragedy has happened often; the floating city of Dalaran was destroyed by a combined assault of the Black and Twilight flights, the protector of the city, Rhonin the Red-haired, dying after teleporting the entire population out of the city as it fell. Wyrmrest Temple, once a bastion of safety, was crushed by Deathwing and his forces, forcing the Queen of Life, her consort and others to flee to the Nexus, now under control of Tyrigosa and Kalegocs, where they try to fight back against the Black Flight forces, and the remains of the Scourge, which are controlled by the Dreadlords still on Azeroth.
Many years have passed, those who are still leaders of their respective groups have been fighting back, trying to reclaim their world from the darkness and the shadow, this is an Azeroth where many evil and violent things have happened. But the world is not without it's protectors, as a new breed of heroes have been born and fighting back. These are their stories.
Chapter 1 Part 1
"There coming through!" One of the gnome magi called, stepping away as the portal opened. The King of Ironforge, Magni Bronzebeard stood at the entrance of the Mystic Ward in a parade rest as the bodyguards of the visitors stepped out first and looked around before moving away from the portal and standing at attention. The first one out was a tall slim figure, armoured in simple plate, with a simple sword and shield as his weapon. He looked around the ward, and his face broke into a smile as he saw the old dwarf.
"Good to see you again King Bronzebeard." The man's voice was deep, and he grasped the dwarf's outstretched hand with a good solid grip. "Good to see you too lad, very good. How are things in new human settlements?" Magni asked, looking up into the face of the human, a smile on his wise old face.
"Doing well Magni, doing very well." Anduin answered, then looked over at the portal as the next delegate stepped through, the dwarves and gnomes drawing back for a moment. The figure was massive, at least twice as wide as any of the dwarves, but the look of contentment on his face soothed any nerves. "Vindicator Maarad, welcome back to Ironforge." Magni called to him, and the Draenei Paladin nodded at him. "Good to be here again King Bronzebeard." The Vindicator rumbled at him, moving aside as the last person stepped through.
There was a moment of strained silence as the wizened figure looked around, a hood pulled low on his face, and he sighed, a scent of mold and decay on the wind as he did. "
Hello King Magni, it has been a while. Might I ask where Priest Rohan is?
" The voice of the man was echoing, as if coming from deep within the earth and the King nodded, and pointed to the second tier of the building. "
Thank you sir.
" The hooded figure bowed, and a part of his face was visible for a moment, and a few of the gnomes shuddered, the undead Meryl Winterstorm always a little disconcerting to those who didn't know him. The old man moved off, leaning on his staff for support.
"Is he.... alright?" Magni asked quietly, watching the corpse move off. "He's alright, he and the council recently used their powers to give the Guardian a boost to stop a dragon assault on Teldrassil and Meryl hasn't really recovered yet." Anduin answered, and sighed, wondering for how much longer the ancient council member would still be on this world. "So, shall we go sir? We came here to get some supplies and some things we can't get in Teldrassil." Anduin said, clapping the dwarf on his back and the old King chuckled.
"Hello Meryl, I guess your here for the girl yes?" Rohan asked, looking up as he saw the hooded figure at his door. "
Yes old friend, I am.
" Meryl wheezed taking a seat and pulling his hood back off his face. "Good, she's been chomping at the bit to get out there and 'smite things'." The old dwarf said, taking a puff on his pipe and ringing a small bell on his bed side table.
The two heard the sound of heavy footfalls, and looked up as a stout figure stumped into the room. The young dwarf woman was about 5 feet tall, with wide shoulders, and long brown hair in a tail down her back. She had a squashed face, with dark black eyes and her mouth was set in a straight line. "Yes Priest Rohan?" The woman asked, looking at the undead with barely concealed disgust.
"Ah, paladin Doris Stonegrinder, this is Magus Meryl Winterstorm, member of the Council of Trisfal. He is going to be taking you back with him to the new staging grounds for the assault back against the Destroyer's flight." Rohan said matter of fact, puffing on his pipe and seeing the look of shock and dismay flash across her face. "I have to travel with... I mean, I'm going.." She trailed off and Meryl laughed.
Don't worry girl, you only have to put up with me for a little while.
" The undead said, leaning back in his chair and looking her over. "
I need to speak with Priest Rohan more, so please, if you have anything you need to collect, go and do so.
" He told her and the paladin nodded before moving off, feeling shocked that she was expected to leave so quickly.
Is she always like that?
" Meryl asked, a smile on his cracked face and Rohan chuckled.
"So your sure your all alright up there yes?" Magni asked, looking across the table at Anduin and Maarad who nodded. "Yes, the human settlements in Teldrassil are doing well, the Night elves are surprisingly willingly to let us live in peace.... as long as we follow all of their rules and ideas of course." Anduin laughed at that, and looked over at Maarad who shrugged.
"Most of the humans settlers in the Exodar do well, but some are unable to stand being so close to the crystal's all the time, so those ones we send to either the Night elves or through the portal." Maarad told the dwarf king who nodded. "So, Outland is still a safe haven? The Destroyer's forces don't seem to wish to move through there?" Magni asked, looking at the two and they nodded.
"Indeed, between the defenses at the Portal itself and the Naaru who guards it on the Azeroth side, we're doing good." Maarad said taking a drink of the offered dwarvish stout and smiling at the taste. "How has the attacks on Ironforge been lately?" Anduin asked, waving the offered drink.
Magni sighed and looked over at the King. "It's... been as it has been for the last few years; the Twilight's have stopped their outright attacks, espically after one of the Flight heads were killed on the steps. But they constant try to sneak people in, and it has caused some strange... allies to be formed." He said, considering what to say next and Anduin looked at him questioningly.
"Dark Irons... we've joined with the Dark Irons." Magni said, and the other two looked at each other. "My daughter came to us a few years ago, with my grandson in tow, offering to join her forces with our own." Magni took a drink of his stout. "They didn't like that Deathwing messed up their new home, so they decided to help us poor Mountain dwarves fight the big bad." He groaned at that and Anduin smiled, patting his shoulder.
"Desperate times and all that eh Magni?" Anduin said and shook his head. "Don't feel bad, there is the truce fire between the Elves and the Amani don't forget. How are the Wild clans holding out?" He asked and Magni laughed at that. "They are doing well; the Peak is the most defensive place in the Kingdoms, and they've been helping the Three Kingdoms with the Forsaken... still can't believe they turned on us all." Magni said the last with a growl and Anduin nodded at him saddened by the loss.
"Lad, the new Horde, how is that doing?" Magni asked and Anduin shook his head. "We've been cut off for a while, but the last information I got from our ambassadors is that Thrall is doing well, and his soldiers are fighting back." Anduin answered then looked at the sand clock on the wall. "It's that late already?" He said in shock, and he and the Draenei stood up, shaking the hand of the King. "We need to be getting back Magni, we'll see you again in a few months." He told the dwarf king who nodded as he escorted them back to mage ward.
Anduin saw Meryl standing with the main guards and raised his eyebrow at the sight of a young dwarf woman leaning against the wall near them. "Who's she?" He asked and the old man merely smiled. "
Don't worry, she's suppose to come with us.
" Meryl answered, holding his hand out and recreating the portal to Darnassus. "
You first your Highness.
" The Undead chuckled, bowing to Anduin who moved through, the rest of the group following him.
Hm, one down, a few more to find and we can start the next part.
Chapter 1 Part 2
"Send these off to Durnholde, the commander there needs this information." The grizzled man at the desk said, passing the letters over to the runner who nodded. The old man leaned back in his chair, pinching his nose as he groaned, then looked over at the clock on the wall and saw the time. "Hm, they should be here soon." He murmured, standing and buckling his weapon on his waist.
The Commander left his office and nodded as his bodyguards fell into step around him and smiled as he saw his cousin approach. "Hello Prince Galen, heading for the gryphon landing as well?" Danath Trollbane asked, and the younger man nodded. "Yes I am, if Greymane is willingly to stir from Gilneas I might as well be there for when he arrives." Galen answered, and Danath chuckled, slapping him on the shoulder.
The two exited the main door and looked around Stromguarde, which had been rebuilt years ago, and Danath sighed, pleased to see the castle back up and in good shape, but saddened to see the massive siege weapons on the walls, aimed upwards to fire on any approaching Dragon flight members. "Have there been any sightings lately?" He asked, looking over at the Prince who nodded. "No, they seem content to merely use the Forsaken against us. I'm sending another squadron up to Durnholde at dusk, Sergeant sent word that they need some reinforcements." Galen answered, dropping into parade rest at the Landing, and Danath shielded his eyes looking west.
"I'm surprised Gilneas has held up as long as it has, between the Forsaken assaults and the naga attacks." Danath said absently, and Galen grunted pointing as the gryphons came into view. The group on the landing moved back as the Gilneas visitors landed, and Danath chuckled, seeing the hippogryphs the Worgen prefered over the gryphons. The two watched as the old king of the Worgen's carefully dismounted, and Galen leaned over to whisper to Danath; "When was the last time you've seen the King out of his worgen form?"
Greymane chuckled as he approached. "It's been a few years whelp, but my hearing is as sharp as ever." He said, holding out one massive paw for the Prince to shake, who did so with a flushed look. "It's alright boy, you didn't mean it." The old man said, looking at Danath and Galen out of his one good eye. "So, how is Durnholde recovering? Some of my Runners told me that it came under attack earlier, and I was worried about them." Greymane asked and the two Trollbane's looked at each other with smiles. "Please, with Sergeant there, the Forsaken and the Dark Horde were forced back without a loss on the defender's side." Danath answered and Greymane laughed at that.
"He still uses his rank rather then his name, and he's been leader of Durnholde for how many years now?" Greymane chuckled, then heard a cough behind him and turned, laughing slightly. "Sorry Sentinel, I was getting to it." The King of Gilneas said, motioning a tall Night Elf forward. "Prince Galen Trollbane, his cousin Commander Danath Trollbane of the Sons of Lothar, this is Sentinel General Shadowsong." He introduced the three to each other and they nodded.
"May Elune's Light bless you." Shadowsong said, her face hidden behind her helm, as she bowed. "It is good to meet you, I have heard good things from King Wrynn about you both." She said, nodding at her soldiers as they took the hippogryphs off to the stables. "Lead on, we have much to talk about." She said, and the three leaders nodded at her, heading towards the main hall.
"Is it always like this around here?" One the Sentinels asked, looking over at a Stromguarde human who chuckled. "No, it isn't." He answered, the young man trying not to stare at the Night Elves. "My name is Sentinel Narissa Darkstalker, and that is Sentinel Kerria Branchleech." The sentinel said, introducing them both, and the human nodded. "My name is Thomas Ryder." He said, shaking their hands and looking around.
"So, what is going in Kalimdor? We haven't had much contact with them lately, between the attacks on Durnholde and here." He asked the two who looked at one another before Narissa answered. "The human settlements are still doing well. And the Horde and Alliance forces there are fighting back against the Dark Horde as it moves through the continent, trying to take more and more for themselves." She said, sighing.
"Blast, I was hoping for better news then that." Ryder chuckled darkly, looking at the two. "What about here? We've heard things about the fight with the Forsaken?" Kerria asked, leaning against the stable wall and looking at the human. "It's been interesting. You know that the Forsaken took over most of the Highlands and the Basin I'm sure?" He answered, and they nodded.
"Well, they also conquerored Tarren Mill and the ruins of Southshore, so between us and Durnholde, the Alliance forces are a little ragged." He said, looking skyward to check for any approaching threats. "We have Gilneas to the west, the Hinterlands to the North, and the Blood Elves farther north, but between all of those are the Dark Lady and her armies, all of them willingly serving Deathwing." Ryder growled the last part, thinking of the living corpse and how much damage her people had done.
"It sounds bad." Narissa said, shaking her head, Kerria making sounds of agreement. "It is, but we won't give up. We are the proud people of Stromguarde." He said, enjoying talking to the two. There was sudden sound of raised voices, and all three looked at the main building. "King Greymane is an interesting person.... but very hot headed." Narissa laughed, and Ryder shook his head.
"Your asking for what?" Greymane growled, slamming his fist on the table as he looked at Galen with fire in his eyes. "Merely for an additional dozen ships. We converted the cove that used to belong to the Steamwheedle Cartel, and we have a good dock there, but we need more ships Greymane." Galen answered, and Danath sighed, wondering if they would end up in blood or not.
"We can't do that right now. We're fighting a new armada from the Destroyer's forces; we've had new Twilight Hammer attacks from the sea. We can't actually share at this point... however." Greymane said, looking over at Shadowsong who nodded. "The Night Elves can assist with that, but it will take time." She said, leaning back in her chair looking at the human prince who exchanged a look with his cousin who nodded.
"Agreed." Galen said, smiling at her. "Please, just ask, and we will see what we can do to assist you." He told her and there was evidence of a smile under her helm. "I want to send some of the humans home; if you can take them here that is." Shadowsong said, and the Trollbanes looked at each other again. "I'm sure we can take some of them if needed General." Danath said, already thinking of how to move people around to fit it.
"Good. Then, for now King Greymane, we should be getting back to Gilneas, so I can begin sending messages and the like back to Teldrassil." The Night elf said, standing and nodding at the other leaders who stood and bowed. Greymane grumbled, shaking hands with the Prince, then followed the Night elf.
"Hm, wonder why that was a needed thing? The humans coming back I mean, it has been 10 years since they settled in Teldrassil." Galen asked, and Danath shook his head. "Don't try to figure out the Night Elves cousin, that will drive you insane." He told the younger man who laughed.
Chapter 1 Part 3
The sound of sword clashes echoed across the plains, the single fighter dancing around as he faced off against several larger more brutal fighters. "
Kill him! He's just one man!
" The leader bellowed in orcish, his war-axe slicing down towards the smaller figure who blocked it, then swung one of the duel blades he possessed, almost cutting the orc in half.
There were cries of outrage from the others, and they charged at the fighter, striking rapid fire, there polearms, warblades and greathammers trying to crush and bludgeon him to death. The fighter danced across the plains, using his adversaries own battle rage against them; the members of the Warsong who served the new Dark Horde striking each other instead of the fighter.
The fighter nodded, swing his right blade and taking the head of a troll, then used a backhand strike to removed the arm of an orc and cut into it's chest. He leaped backwards, landing and twisting away to get space between him and the last 4 of the Dark Horde members who growled and snarled, charging at him.
There was the sound of thrown daggers, and one of the other tauren dropped, a pair of blades sticking out of his eyes. "I don't need your help." The fighter said, his face cloaked in a leather hood. "I know. But I figured you could use it. Also, on your left." The other voice was female, and the fighter whirled, his blade gutting the orc that had snuck up on him.
The last two warriors stopped, looking around for the other fighter, and the undead wearing the symbol of the Dark Horde suddenly gagged, his head leaving his body as he was struck from behind, a glowing dagger seen for a moment before it disappeared into the shadows. The last Dark Horde member turned to run, and the fighter threw a small glaive weapon, the object slamming into the orc's head and the beast grunting as he dropped.
"I thought I told you I didn't need help." The fighter said, looking into the gloom as a woman stepped out of the darkness and retrieved her weapons from the Tauren's head. "Yes, but we have a schedule to keep. Do you really expect him to stay here for long?" She said, pulling back her red hood and looking over at the other with a pair of bright green eyes, her long blond hair spilling free.
"Just because the King said you were to come with me Sanguinar, doesn't mean I have to like." The first fighter said, pulling his own hood back, revealing a similar type of face to the female, but his eyes were blue with short black hair. "Yes, yes, I know how you feel about me and my kind oh mighty warrior Dawnfire." Valeera said, walking off after stripping the corpses of anything useful and continued to the south, Dawnfire following along after her.
The voice spoke into his mind and the old one opened his sightless eyes and looked to the east. "
Why would they come? I have recieved no summons.
" The old one said, slowly standing up from near his fire and stepped towards the edge of his camp, waving his hand to dismiss the totem wards.
They come because your needed Elder.
The voice spoke again, and the old man laughed, and held up his massive hands, the tendrils at the back of his head swinging in the wind. "
I was hoping the Prophet would atleast send me a message before hand.
" He said, standing there and waiting, hearing the two approach by their footfalls on the Earth.
"Welcome to the camp of the ancient one." He called, and smiled as he sensed one of them jump, followed by a strange grouping of words in another language. "There is no need to swear young one." He gently chided the male, who gulped, and he could hear the other laugh, a female from the voice.
"Hail Farseer, we have been sent by King Wrynn and the Prophet to bring you home. They have need of you." Valeera called, bowing to the old Broken who smiled at her, his sightless eyes tracking the movements of the two. "Both of them eh? Please, sit and relax at my fire, and you can explain to me why they feel the need to interrupt my pilgrimage?" The old Broken said, and the two elves took a seat at the edge of the fire.
"Could I interest either of you in something to eat?" He asked and both murmured no. He heard the male clear his throat and waited for the obvious question. "You are Farseer Nobundo yes?" He asked and Nobundo smiled.
"Yes I am, Deven Dawnfire." He answered and sensed from the way the high elf shifted suddenly that he was sitting stock still. "The Wild's tell us many things lad." Nobundo told him, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees as he looked at them both.
"Farseer, as we said, the King and the Prophet wish you to return, there is something big being planned, and they wish to have your powers there to help them." Valeera said quietly, thanking the old Broken as he offered her a plate of food. "You are right, they would not do this unless truly needed. We will escort you home if you wish to return." She told him, and the old man sat back, opening his mind to the spirits.
What do you think my friends?
Nobundo said in his mind, and had a response almost instantly.
Go home Farseer, your people and the world have need of you.
The voice was the loudest and he smiled, reconizing the Wilds and nodded. "Very well." He said, and the two elves looked at each other and the male spoke again. "As simple as that?" Dawnfire asked, sounding surprised, and the Broken laughed. "When the Spirits tell you to do something, you." Nobundo said, and stood to start cleaning up the camp.
"You want us to leave in the dark sir?" Valeera asked standing to assist as well, and the Broken nodded. "It's always dark for me youngling. Besides, it's safer; the Flight's rarely move at night anymore." He told her, and she chuckled. "Very well Elder, lead on."
Chapter 1 Part 4
I can't believe it's been 20 years.
" The figure muttered, standing at the grave of a great man and sighed, his voice sounding like it was coming from deep in the ground. "
Highlord, we should move on. You know the Dreadlords are still active here, and the remains of the Scourge as well.
" One of the Death Knights said, standing near her leader and looking at him. "
Hm? Yes of course.
" He murmured, following along after his Knights, the holy blade on his back glowing lightly.
Highlord Mograine mounted up and headed back towards the Shadow Vault, the current home of the Ashen Verdict which he had been forced to take over after the death of Highlord Fordring during the final battle against the Lich King. He chuckled humourlessly to himself and shook his head.
All that we fought for, all that we sacrificed, and it was all for naught. We killed the Lich King, had a month of freedom from his tyranny, then the blasted Destroyer came back and nearly killed us all with one blow.
Mograine thought, nodding to his men as he passed, heading for the room at the back that had been added in for him.
He stepped inside and froze before whirling, the Ashbringer out and at the throat of his visitor. "
Not wise to hide in my room.
" He growled, and his visitor chuckled, stepping into the light. "I knew you wouldn't kill me." The woman said, a high elf from her looks and she sighed, taking a seat. "Sorry, but the new Archmage sent me as the Covenant and the Verdict still have good relations, unlike the Sunreavers." Vereesa Windrunner said, looking at him as the Highlord took a seat at his desk.
Why are you here?
" He asked bluntly, and she cringed back before shaking her head. "They want you to go south again, to help fight the Forsaken in the Plaguelands Highlord." She answered, leaning back, her eyes blank as she stared at him. "
I've already told them, I will not. Your war with the Undead has nothing to do with our war in the north. Where were you when the Dreadlord Scourge destroyed Crusader's Pinnacle hm?
" He growled, his eyes blazing behind his helm.
"That's not fair Darion, the Sunreavers and the Covenant were assisting the Tor with threats in the south..." She trailed off, realizing she was making his point. "
Ebon Hold was destroyed by the Destroyer, I lost many good friends and allies when it fell. I'll be damned if I help you again.
" He said, and pointed at the door. "
Leave Windrunner, or else I'll forget my promise to your husband and slay you here.
" He said, turning away to look at papers on his desk.
The high elf sighed and reached up to a necklace around her throat and triggered a spell, vanishing from the room. The Highlord looked back then roared, throwing a glass globe at the wall, sighing as he went back to work.
Vereesa sighed as she appeared in Shattrah and headed for the Terrace of Light, to let the new Archmage and A'dal know she had failed in her task.
I never should have brought it up, that was a foolish move.
She thought, stepping into the Terrace and smiling as the Naaru's light washed over her.
"Welcome back Windrunner." A voice called and she looked over at the old human seated on the steps leading up to A'dal with a fond look. "Thank you Archmage Khadgar." She said, taking a seat near him and looking at the ground before clearing her throat.
"I already know." He said quietly and she looked over at him, her eyebrows raised and he laughed. "You returned via the pendant; had you succeeded, the Highlord would have been here through a Death Gate." He told her, and she chuckled. "I made a mistake, I never should have brought up the past while talking to him." Vereesa said and they both looked up as A'dal spoke.
*Worry not child. The Highlord is a stubborn man, but he will see the Light eventually. After all, he still bears the Ashbringer does he not?*
The naaru voices was like music, a calming influence on them all. "Your right A'dal, he does." Vareesa said then looked over at Khadgar, who was reading from a tome. "So, what next oh mighty Archmage?" She asked with a laugh and the old man chuckled.
"I need to go and visit King Wrynn soon, while I am doing that, I was wondering if the Covenant and the Sunreavers would mind heading out on scouting missions. You know of course what is in the works, and I feel as many extra eyes and ears will make it all go far more smoothly." He said, and the high elf nodded moving off.
"A'dal, where is that girl, do you know?" He asked, looking up at the Naaru who made a small noise then answered.
*In Lower City, as usual. She is helping the newest refugees settle in.*
Khadgar nodded and stood, summoning his steed, which had been standing near the door to the Terrace and carefully swung into the saddle.
"I need to speak with her before I leave, so hold the fort here." He called and heard the Naaru's version of laughter.
"Please, please please! One at a time, we have space for everyone!" The slightly high pitched voice floated up out of the group of refugee's and Khadgar smiled, reconizing his apprentices voice anywhere.
"Celia! Could I speak to you?" He called and the refugee's grumbled as the short figure moved through them, saying sorry to each as she accidently trod on feet and struck chins. "Of course Master Khadgar whatever you need!" She said and he smiled down at the half-gnome woman.
Celia Knockturn was the daughter of a gnome man and human female, but had lost both of them a decade or so before the cataclysm. When Dalaran had fallen, she had been just starting her first year of training, and Khadgar had seen the potential in her and chosen her to be his apprentice.... and hadn't regretted it since.
"What's wrong Master? Did something happen? Am I needed for some great quest?" She asked excitedly and he laughed shaking his head. "No, nothing like that, but I will be taking you with me to visit Teldrassil, something has come up and I think I will need another pair of hands." He told her and she clapped her small hands together, then turned and handed the clipboard with all the placements to a Shat'tari guardsman. "Here, you take over for me!" She said, then took off towards the Aldor Rise and her home. "Meet me first thing in the morning!" He called after her and saw her wave back.
Laughing, Khadgar returned to the Terrace to finalize any last details with A'dal before he returned to Azeroth.
Chapter 1 Part 5
" The voice, cold and unfeeling said, and the Sentinels nodded, dropping their blades and beheading the captured Dark Horde soldiers. "
Burn their bodies. Blasted abominations, how dare they enter sacred territory.
" The leader of the Sentinels, a tall beautiful Night Elf clothed in pure black armour said, staring down at the corpses as they were dragged off, the heads gathered up.
Was that necessary High Priestess.
" A voice asked at her elbow and Tyrande Whisperwind looked down into the face of her old friend. "
Of course it was. They are a Blight on Kalimdor, I refuse to let them continue to fester Shandris.
" The Priestess said, her voice harsh to the ears of her long time friend. "
Of course Tyrande.
" The other answered, sighing slightly, then looked across the battlefield, watching as the Sentinel forces continued their cleanup of the Dark Horde forces after an assault on Dire Maul, the new capital of the Shen'dralar.
Shandris looked over at her long time friend and felt sadness; ever since the death of her husband, Lady Tyrande had been slowly withdrawing into herself, becoming harder and more vicious. She had heard whispers among the Sentinels about the new General, this Shadowsong, and had a very bad feeling she knew just who it was. "High Priestess, you should go and meet with the Shen'dralar, they are waiting on you." Shandris said, and the other woman nodded, then padded off on the back of her Nightsabre, a different one from her white one in the Third War, this one was a pure black.
Sighing to herself, Shandris moved off to help with burning the bodies, and hoped against hope that someone would be able to talk her old friend out of this insane desire for vengence on any and all evil creatures.
"So, your here to try to get some of us to finally travel to Dalaran eh Archmage?" The old Highbourne asked, looking at the woman in front of him who nodded. "Yes Archmage Evenshade." Jaina Proudmoore answered, sighing as she leaned back in her chair. The woman was still a beauty, though her long blond hair had some grey showing it now. "You know of course what is going on out there. And the attacks by the Dark Horde are increasing after all." She said, wondering where Tyrande was to help her get them to see reason.
I have no idea why Khadgar sent me here to speak with him.
She thought, shaking her head with a small smile.
"Do not be insulted Archmage Proudmoore... but we would prefer not to share our secrets with you." Evenshade said, looking at her and Jaina flushed, but bit back the instant retort that wanted to come out.
"Sir, at this point, it would be far better for all of the Magi of Azeroth to be working together as one. If we seperate at this point, we could all end up even worse then we are now." She said, holding onto her temper and staring into his eyes.
The Highborne looked at her for a moment then nodded. "Give us a few more days to consider this newest offer." Evenshade said, and Jaina sighed inwardly, knowing that the Highborne would refuse again. "Thank you for considering as always Archmage." She said, standing and bowing, then quickly left the room.
"Arrogant, puffed up, no good... grr!" She growled, sparks flying off her hands. "Sounds like it didn't go well." A voice spoke and Jaina whirled, then laughed, smiling as a tall figure approached. "Your right, it didn't." Jaina said, smiling at the young Draenei Priest who had been sent by the Exodar to travel with them.
"Argo, let's go upstairs, I need some air." Jaina said, and the young man nodded, offering her his arm which she took with a chuckle. "I do not understand why they are so insular?" Argo asked, and Jaina shook her head.
"I have no idea either." She said with a small laugh, and the two looked up, hearing the sounds of footfalls. "Ah, Archmage." Tyrande said, nodding her head at her and Jaina nodded back. "Good to see you High Priestess."
"They refused again I'm guessing?" Tyrande asked, a smile in the sound of her voice and Jaina chuckled. "Every year we come here, and every year they turn us down. I wish Khadgar would just stop, but he and A'dal believe they will agree to it eventually." Jaina answered, shaking her head in disbelief.
"I will speak with them Jaina, perhaps, coming from me they might be a bit more willingly." The Night Elf said to the human and moved passed. "Please do, and I wish you luck!" Jaina called after them, then turned to Argo. "Well, we might as well go look at the city while we wait for the answer." She told him, and the Draenei nodded, the two stepping out into the repaired city.
Darkton, delete your post please.
Also, I'll get rid of this one if you need me to.
Nope, I've got the five for the first chapter resevered, so your's is fine Dralas.
And I don't see what he has to complain about, I had Varian die at the same time as Garrosh lol.
I love it and can't wait to read more! Five stars so far!
Heh, thanks Queggy, and the 5 parts are for the main characters to be introduced.
Also, nice icon Queggy heh.
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Because you have destroyed some of my favorite places :(
Bring Varian back to, darn it.Well, 20 years under Deathwing.... kinda of expected. And merely going with the Varian character itself; he would lead an assault like that, as he is a bit of a hot head. I'm really surprised you didn't mention anything about the Defias, Onyxia and the Hammer taking Stormwind heh.
Two thumbs and a big toe up.
(What? I don't have three thumbs, unfortunately....)
I loved the fact that the good guys didn't win all the time. >.>;
And I didn't like the fact they never seemed to win....
I loved the fact that the good guys didn't win all the time. >.>;
And I didn't like the fact they never seemed to win....Heh, you'll find out who's alive and who's not soon enough. And it's suppose to be a world where the good guys lost, that Deathwing was just too much for what everyone was expecting.
I have to wonder though, what was the inspiration for you to start writing this?
*Hangs head* A moment of silence for our fallen heroes. (Who apparently are idiots for thinking Deathwing was gonna be some pushover like Malygos in all ToC-25-Hard-Mode gear.)
I wonder if Bolvar made a comeback from Icecrown and is now one of the few remainding chosen heroes...
I have to wonder though, what was the inspiration for you to start writing this?
Heh, your discussion about Azeroth in 20 years, I will admit that. And it's also something I do alot with fan-fics, at some point, I'll be a story about the future.
*Hangs head* A moment of silence for our fallen heroes. (Who apparently are idiots for thinking Deathwing was gonna be some pushover like Malygos in all ToC-25-Hard-Mode gear.)Well, it is Varian and Garrosh, but I did like the attempted destruction by Malfurion, I'm proud of that one.
Well, it is Varian and Garrosh, but I did like the attempted destruction by Malfurion, I'm proud of that one.
Good point. Also, yes, I liked Malfurion's effort.
Heh, your discussion about Azeroth in 20 years, I will admit that. And it's also something I do alot with fan-fics, at some point, I'll be a story about the future.
Glad to be of service. :D
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