#Warchief Jaina

[jujoobedoodling]

Fantasy.

Jaina that's gay.

[jainaism]

“Heartlands” Chapter 1: Summit at Boralus

Some of my favorite moments, beware of spoilers!

She’d counted ten sunrises since that terrible day. And every night since, Jaina had relived the horror of that moment in her dreams, as the city of light and wonder was plucked from the sky over Khaz Algar like a child’s toy. But that nightmare had been real. And Jaina knew that it was just the start. Another Sundering, another Cataclysm. An evil that had a name. Xal’atath.

Jaina and Thrall watched as Danath Trollbane emerged onto the roof. He paused for breath, chest heaving under his red tabard. “By Thoradin’s blood,” he said, “for such a seafaring people, the Kul Tirans do have a fondness for stairs.” Jaina stifled a laugh—she couldn’t help it, despite her foul mood. Danath was the first to respond to her call. He had been in the city for several days already, helping Jaina prepare for the summit. If he was disappointed by the responses from the other leaders as they trickled in, he had never shown it. Instead, he had been a steadfast companion, an excellent sounding board—and a very good friend.

Thrall rubbed his chin. “Interesting. Who commands this garrison?” “My niece, Marran,” said Danath. “As my diplomatic duties draw me to Stormwind, she stands as regent of Stromgarde. I have had word she has been reinforcing her position with the 7th Legion Auxiliary.” He spread his hands. “Her own decision, but I trust she is—” “Stoking tensions with the Mag’har.” Aggra stepped forward, shaking her head. “The Horde granted the base at Hammerfall to the refugee orcs amid the Armistice. After the Fourth War, Overlord Geya’rah and her people had nowhere to go.

“Marran will listen to you, Jaina. I have heard how well she regards you and your mother. I will write to her as well, to tell her of your coming and to prepare the 7th Legion to march. And while I don’t know Geya’rah, I know you, Thrall. The Horde may not have a warchief, but the Kor’kron are yours to command.”

Jaina reached for her staff. “Then so it will be. I will order the fleet to sail for Stromgarde. By the time they arrive, the strike force will be ready. Thrall, you will go to Hammerfall and negotiate with Geya’rah for the Kor’kron.” “I will come,” Aggra said. She stepped around the table to join Thrall. “Geya’rah is as a sister to me.” She laid a hand on her mate’s shoulder. “I promise, she will listen.” “Agreed,” said Jaina. “Danath and I will go to Stromgarde.” “I am sorry, Lord Admiral,” said Danath, bowing his head in apology. “I have been away from Stormwind too long already. Turalyon has sent word that I am urgently needed to rejoin his court. But on my honor, Marran will gladly receive you and your word on this matter.” He smiled.

Thrall nodded. “Luck, my love,” he said. The two clasped hands, then without another word, Aggra took off, sprinting for the northern hillside, which she deftly scaled before disappearing from view. Thrall watched her go, then turned to Jaina. “To Stromgarde, then.”

Jaina spun, instinctively putting herself between Thrall and the archer. She raised her staff high and cast a protective shield for cover. Another whistle, but this time the arrow glanced off the shield. That moment was all Jaina needed to spot her target. There, by the solitary tree at the top of the hill opposite, came a flash of movement. A cloaked figure broke cover, bow raised, quiver bouncing on their back as they fled.

Cursing, she knelt beside Thrall. “Leave it`, I will be fine,” said Thrall, waving her away. He grabbed the shaft of the arrow, still protruding from his flesh, and pulled it free in a single tug. He held up the arrow to examine it. “I hope, anyway.” Jaina peered at the arrowhead. It was smeared with blood, the liquid near black, but there was something else too—another substance, bright blue, oily. Her eyes widened in horror. “Poison? Thrall, you—” Thrall tossed the arrow to one side, then gave his injured shoulder an experimental roll. He winced; the wound was still seeping. “I’ll be fine,” he said, then paused. “But we do need to get to Stromgarde, and quickly.” He gestured to the hillside. “Lead the way.”

[petrenocka]

Cataclysm was the last time Warcraft was able to write members of the Alliance doing wrong.

Yeah fr, name one thing they did wrong since the goblin incident.

I mean, Graymane is right there. His vendetta is literally the perfect way to antagonize Sylvanas, just let him be a little stupid and/or paranoid and it all just falls into place for you.

But I'm not JUST talking about Alliance being typcasted as the good guys. Because truth be told, as a Horde player, I am all for Horde being ""the badguy faction"", if the writers commit to it, and actually let us be cool and threatening in the villain role.

And that, unfortunately, is a big IF

Because compare how the Varian died in Legion vs Vol'Djin. Or the way Gallywix's azerite mech gets defeated by the gnome one in the bfa war campaign. Or how the Alliance war campaign ends by destroying the whole entire reason why Horde pursued the Zandalari to join them (their naval fleet), meanwhile in the Horde campaign you revive two guys, plan an assassination plot, and it goes nowhere because you get betrayed.

I mean, just compare the notable faction characters. Alliance has the absurdly powerful mage Jaina, an absurdly powerful priest Tyrande and just a pretty powerful one in Anduin. Vellin too is Alliance but he doesn't participate in Azeroth politics. Malfurion is the strongest druid ever.

And who does Horde have? That one Nightborn mage? The Zandalari princess with some Loa favor? The situation is so dire, choosing Sylvanas as the warchief almost makes sense: she's literally the only Horde character who's up to the powerscaling.

WoW writing team is just as uninterested in making the Horde cool as it is uninterested in giving Alliance any shred of moral complexity.

But you can't be taken seriously as a villain, as a threat, if you're catching Ls the entire story. And you can't be taken seriously as a complex character if the world you're in is one sentence deep.

[bansheeys]

Prologue

Summary: Following the signing of a peace treaty, the Alliance and the Horde finally find themselves in a state of stability. Jaina Proudmoore seeks Warchief Sylvanas Windrunner's aid in reclaiming the eerie, abandoned Waycrest Manor. Together, they mobilize a squad to venture into the haunted estate, only to find unexpected challenges and secrets hidden within its walls.

"Jaina requires assistance with the Waycrest Manor. The Alliance, as expected, is unwilling to lend aid, and she has turned to me as a final option. The little mage claims champions are going in and not coming out. You know how humans are. They tend to believe in ghosts. Childish things.”

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[blue-eyed-banshee]

Sylvanas liked ground coffee from a unique land within azeroth in life.

In her undeath she preferred dark coffee, obviously.

This was all before she married Jaina. She now prefers Kul'tirian coffee, which she tried on their honeymoon in Tiragarde, and she fell in love with it!

They get their brand of Kul'tirian coffee shipped from their favorite coffee place in Boralus (for free, of course) since Cyrus offered to pay for their shipment while they enjoyed their time together as newlyweds.

When Alleria and Vereesa would come to visit, the two newlyweds always gave her coffee if Syl's sisters had to travel far to meet them. The youngest Windrunner isn't a fan of their coffee at first, but she grew to like it while Alleria fell in love with it instantly.

As per agreement to expand Boralus' shipping and travel; Quel'thalas would occasionally exchange goods with the fine people of Kul'tirias to show how much they see Jaina as one of their own people.

Lor'thermar always sneaks in an extra something within each crate of weekly shipment of goods as a token of his favor and respect Kul'tirias as a nation.

Kathrine would occasionally write to the two while they were away, as would Derek and Tandred. This goes double for when Sylvanas and Jaina sail together after the birth of their first child, Daelin Windrunner, which Jaina had decided to take Sylvanas' last name when they married.

Sylvanas would occasionally be welcomed in stormwind as an honor guest to Anduin, who had long since took the throne from her brother-in-law, who offered him his throne back upon Anduin officially returning his to self imposed exile after what happened in shadowlands.

When Sylvanas first visited Stormwind with Jaina, she initially got cold looks and the occasionally shout of unwelcome threats from its citizens which she gotten used to since the very same thing happened when she ventured to Kul'tirias so Jaina could announce her engagement to Sylvanas properly.

She was met the occasional death threat from both times within the two cities, but she couldn't blame them. After all, she did almost destroy both cities as Warchief as well as gotten Varian killed (as stormwind views it).

With enough time, Sylvanas proved herself to both lands that she had truly changed. But Genn was still occasionally glaring at her with such hatred within the union as well as banquets held to welcome Jaina and Sylvanas.

When the old wolf would privately threatened her away from the ears of Anduin and Jaina, she would all but take the words that he spat at her with sterness as well as watching her tongue (for once in her undead life..) if Anduin or Jaina came towards them, Greymane would act as if he was having a friendly conversation with her. Jaina, having felt Sylvanas emotions from a distance via necklace she had proposed to her with, she would know better when Syl tried to brush it off.

Upon learning what had transpired , Jaina was going to leave to put Greymane in his place, but Sylvanas would always lovingly hold her hand while whispering not to cause a scene.

The two would touch foreheads and speak in Thalassian to each other, which Jaina already knew how to speak fluently.

[maltacus]

A Match made in Heavens, Chapter 11, Now Completed

The Alliance and Horde deal with uninvited guests and attempt to proceed with their ceremonies according to all due protocol, or if it was all due panic?

Right at that moment at least twenty new naga warriors entered the deck and Jaina became busy not letting herself be impaled. Like a land-living counterpart to grilled fish. A delicacy, if properly seasoned. But this mess all around them, there was only one word for it...

”I!”

In a moment of respite Jaina focused on the Sea’s Daughter’s cannons.

”HATE!”

She sent a naga hunter toppling back into the waves with an ice spike to its chest.

”FISH SOUP!”

Two deafening broadsides drowned out all other noise. Not arcane round shot this time but ice. Ice that exploded out into thousands of shards and tore anything nearby to shreds.

Jaina turned to shout in the general direction of the quarterdeck.

”I DO!”

”Hate fish soup? You already said so.” Sylvanas was shooting left and right too fast for the eye to follow her movements and deftly leaping out of the way of harpoons and naga magic as she did.

”I bloody take you to be my damned wife! Anduin! Get this over with!”

”I now pronounce you – ” Anduin and Lor’themar blocked another swing with united efforts. ”Light damn it!”

”Both sides!” Lor’themar dodged and side-stepped to manoeuvre himself away from Anduin. The naga hissed and reached out to grab him but only got a severed tendon by the elbow for the trouble.

”I now pronounce you wi – ” Anduin blocked a furious downward strike with a resounding clang.

”I am honoured to declare you – ” Lor’themar tried before another swipe of the tail made him crash onto the deck. He groaned as he rolled to his feet.

”Just kiss and be done with it!” Anduin shouted.

”What’s on your mind?” Jaina asked just then and Sylvanas silently berated herself for her lack of attention. This was neither time nor place nor company to let her guard down in favour of daydreaming.

”Oh, I was just mentally comparing you to an itchy wool blanket.” she tried to say as flippantly as she could.

"Hi Mrs. Warchief!" the dark ranger then waved at Jaina.

"Uh...hi?" Jaina cast a quick glance at Sylvanas. "Mrs. Warchief?"

"Don't ask me."

"Oh, pardon, for a minute I was under the impression that you were in command of the dark rangers or something like that."

[masaru2042]

Can I just say that I've been reading your fan fiction (though let's face it at this point it might as well be an officially published series of novels by Blizzard) Tectonic Divergence, and it has been a wonderful time! Absolutely incredible work!

I was looking through some old posts of yours and found one saying you were originally planning for Jaina to be Neltharion's love interest. I can't express how much I agree with and sympathize with you in that post. Jaina would've been an AMAZING fit for our dear Squishy, and it's sad you felt so pressured to put our poor boy with Callia Menethil of all people all for the sake of some people's precious "lore accuracy".

Personally I'd have just said fuck it and gone for it anyway, but this meant to be a message of praise, not something to drum up toxic old memories.

I'll admit I've had quite a bit of brainrot regarding Jaina/Neltharion thanks to that post and have even dreamt up some short one-shots for the pair. I've even thought up a quick animatic to the song "Lima Bean Man" by Jack Stauber. I can so perfectly envision Neltharion hearing about Theramore and just wailing as he sees the smoldering remains, frantically searching through the rubble to try to find Jaina like "She can't be dead! SHE CAN'T BE DEAD!!!"

(Also having Post-Mana Bomb Jaina in Wyrmrest Keep with Alexstrasza herself tending to Jaina's injuries and recovery, Ysera happily talking her definitely soon-to-be sister-in-law's ear off and warding off nightmares, and Neltharion being the big squishy sweetheart we know and love fumbling with a little spoon in his big claws as he tries to spoon-feed Jaina soup gives me so much Serotonin)!

Regardless of what could have been, I want you to know that your works have genuinely touched me and inspired me. Keep up the good work!

Thanks for loving my stories. You’re not the only one who thinks they might as well be published works. I try to make them that good.

Yeah I wanted Jaina as Nel’s love interest. They have better chemistry together and in Warchief they do get together to terrorize Garrosh. But my critics wanted Calia so I delivered.

[silverdragon128]

Getting back into World of Warcraft has reminded me just how much the writing team is stuck in 2004. No matter how good (Legion) or bad (Shadowlands) the writing, it never stops feeling like a story from the early to mid 2000s. Which really sucks, tbh. Not just because FFXIV exists and its story is incredible (I’ve only gotten through Stormblood, no spoilers), which definitely makes the anachronistic nature of WoW’s writing all the more apparent. But because much of the game’s more interesting decisions are let down by it. Sylvanas’ tenure as Warchief, for example. She could have repeatedly beat her head against the wall trying desperately to protect a society (the Horde) who distrust her at best, and hate her at worst. Her plans with the Jailer weren’t her priority until her own people betrayed her. That’s when she decided to burn everything down, because it’s pointless to try to help people who will always see her as a villain. Instead… she’s just kinda a villain the whole time. Shadowlands is awful for her particularly, because it paints everything she’s done as part of her long term goals with the Jailer… But maybe this isn’t getting my point across. How about the shear number of romantic pairings, and how often they’re used to fully inform character decisions? Or the way they keep forgetting the Horde is an oppressed minority constantly under threat (until Dragonflight that is) by the imperial Alliance? Like, why were Garrosh and Sylvanas evil? How was that a reflection of the world they were ruling in? Oh, Garrosh was just an evil would-be conqueror dreaming of the glory days? And Sylvanas never cared about the Horde in the first place? Only seeing them as a means to an end? Oh… well that doesn’t make much sense? Doesn’t that paint minorities as power hungry individuals who want more out of greed and not a desire to be equal in their world? Like… and what the hell was up with Jaina in BFA? Either she’s still bitter over Theramore and freshly bitter over Varian, or she’s ready to make amends with the Horde. And like, the Alliance story should’ve been her arc— now I’m just complaining about the writing in general, whoops. But like, the constant straight pairings, the failure to sufficiently elaborate on minority villains (and I believe minority stand-ins can be villains, you just have to write them in a way that doesn’t just challenge the establishment but their own people as well, while having their goal come from a sympathetic place— aka, well written Magneto, or, like, Killmonger), the way romance is a motivating factor, the writing of every single female character… the list goes on. As much as I enjoy this game (toxic as hell community aside), I really struggle with the outdated writing decisions

[jacaela]

Can you briefly tell about Jaina and her attitude towards the horde/Garrosh during MoP-WoD?

I will try to be as brief as possible😁

Jaina hates both the horde and Garrosh, but separates and does not put them on the same level of evil. Before the sunreavers' betrayal, she was a little more positive about restoring relations, but after that she was very negative. At first, it was enough for her if Thrall led the horde after Garrosh, but then she would prefer to dismantle the horde (She asserted that the Horde should no longer self-govern. Jaina doesn't trust the Horde to self-govern).

At the trial, Tyrande asks her if she would have become like the horde if she had washed away Orgrimmar, to which Jaina replies "the horde isn't Garrosh." However, she did not forgive the horde and did not forget that the horde destroyed Theramore, but for the sake of Kalecgos, she let go of the desire for revenge when Vol'jin sent a letter (in which he says that he understands why Jaina will no longer stand for peace). The horde is bad, but with normal warchief she is able tolerate it,

In WoD she helped both the horde and alliance player with the ring. . Ofc, she was not nice, and hordies were mad at her.

Summing up: you need to carefully read the quests and extremely hard-boiled books to understand that Jaina sepatates the guilt of the horde and the guilt of Garrosh, but even after his "punishment" she is not ready to collect flowers with the horde from the same field. She blames both but on different levels. Jaina is ready to cooperate with the horde until they betray the alliance again.

a few quotes from the books and quests:

“Your people are despicable cowards,” she hissed. “You are nothing more than rabid dogs, and you should be put down. You spit on mercy? Then you will have none. You want carnage? Garrosh will get more blood than ever he bargained for.” - tow.

“You do not know my heart anymore, Thrall,” she said. “I am no butcher—but I will no longer call for peace at any cost. The Horde you do not lead is dangerous and must be challenged at every turn—and defeated. Then, perhaps, there can be peace. But not before.” - tow.

“What if the Horde killed your friends? Your family? Destroyed everything your had. Could you maintain your conviction even then? To be honest, I struggle. Every. Day. You seem to understand my struggle. Every day, the hard decisions. Every night… the nightmares. But I have a responsibility to preserve the Kirin Tor.” + i wrestle with my anger - destiny of Dalaran.

For too long, I have toiled to mend fences between Alliance and Horde. Time and time again, I've given the Horde the benefit of the doubt - and time and time again, they stab me in the back. I refuse to be betrayed again! If the Horde intends to use the Kirin Tor as a weapon against the Alliance, then they have no place in Dalaran. - Jaina's Resolution.

Jaina's gone over the edge. She's imprisoning the sunreavers and attacking those who resist. - Rommath.

He knew that the betrayal of the Sunreavers in Dalaran—her new city, her new Theramore—had cut deeply. Many said it had catapulted her right back to where she was emotionally after Theramore fell, and there had been rumors that she had pushed Varian to actually dismantle the Horde. Jaina did not answer immediately. She gave the question the consideration it was due. “Of course, I wasrelieved to hear that I hadn’t inadvertently wiped out the fleet. But no—that wasn’t why I was glad.” Shelooked at Garrosh, and there her gaze remained. “I am glad I refrained, because I would never, ever wantto be like him.” [...]The Accuser would henceforth be confined to follow-up questioning, and it was clear she wanted to end on a strong note. And so, she asked one question toomany. “Or like the Horde?” Jaina went very still. Tyrande waited. After a moment, she prompted, “Lady Jaina? My question was, doyou wish to never, ever be like the Horde?” And Jaina—battered, angry, wounded, devastated, honest Jaina—replied simply, “The Horde isn’t Garrosh.”  - twc.

Jaina is wary of working once more with the Horde after they betrayed the Kirin-Tor. But that war is over. We share a common enemy once more... - Touch of the Kirin-Tor.

[fireember345]

The Lion Man and Cubs Prompt

A WOW fanfic prompt…

Do not own WOW

Anyone can use this fic….

A bit of a TMNT Parody

Mutated Anduin

Lion creature Anduin

Exiled Anduin

After Sylvanas defeat, Tyrande attempts to remove Anduin from power with a few of the Alliance members and nobles, Jaina tries to talk them out of it

Anduin feared that they were going to kill him and fled before he could be usurped

Feeling no longer able to return to the Alliance, fled to find his purpose with only his father’s sword and compass

He felt that he failed the Alliance and his father, lost hope, and wanders without any thought for his safety

He then was captured by the Scarlet Crusade, who hoped to take over Azeroth with an army created for the light

Since Anduin was the most excellent priest when it came to the light, they believed that his bloodline would be a crucial ingredient to creating warriors dedicated to eradicating those who deny it

They also collected animals to act as servants for when they wipe out rivals against the light, both Alliance and Horde, using Anduin’s Blood to harvest and mutate them

Anduin did not fight back with broken spirit until he saw the animals, the feline species being caged like he was

Varian visits his mind, telling his son that he must do what a king must do, restoring Anduin’s fire as his bloodline fused with a cub Savannah Prowler Lion, Sable Jaguar cub, Kitten, Cheetah Cub, Mountain Lion Cub, Snow Panther Cub, Jungle Panther Cub, Swift Stormsaber Cub, Tiger Cub, Sea lion Cub, Lion seal cub, and Grovestalker Lynx kitten, turning them into human cat men

Anduin used a smiting spell, regaining his sword to free the mutants, animals, and the creatures that now shared his DNA

All the while, the Alliance and Horde (Not together) were raiding the Scarlet Crusade base when they caught wind of their plan, not knowing Anduin was here until later

When Genn threw a lion out of the way, the dead animal collided with Anduin and the residue that created the mutants, turning Anduin into a Lion Man

Genn didn’t even realize what he had down until he spotted Anduin slowly transform

Anduin escaped before the Alliance, Horde or Scarlet Crusade could reach him, taking the cubs with him

Anduin was distressed by his new form but then find purpose with his newest children to take care of

Soon Anduin was found by a circus and became part of the freakshow, caged up with the cubs, not knowing who he is

At first, many made fun of him

But when one of the carnies were being harassed by a paladin and Anduin intervened, claiming that what he was doing was not the teachings of light

Anduin used a smite spell and defeated the paladin, earning the circus respect

He was given his own wagon for himself and the cubs

He then decided to name the cubs he saved

Savannah Prowler Lion named Varian

Sable Jaguar cub named Gallant

 Kitten named Neku

 Cheetah Cub named Samuel

 Mountain Lion Cub named Vivian

 Snow Panther Cub named Snowbelle

Jungle Panther Cub named Eclipse

 Swift Stormsaber Cub named Taifū

 Tiger Cub named Atticus

Sea lion Cub named Aqua

 Lion seal cub named Elodie

 Grovestalker Lynx kitten named Kiki

Anduin would teach them and care for them with any free time he had

With his act as the Lion Man, he became one of the acrobatics and well-favored

Anduin soon realized that he was needed as the poor creatures turned mutants needed guidance in a cruel and unforgiving world then left the carnival

The Alliance then began to search for Anduin as regret clawed into their hearts

The Scarlet crusade soon began their crusade as they began their mission for the light

Anduin finds the mutant that wished for help and leads them as they were discovered by the Horde

Baine recognized Anduin, happy to see he is unharmed and offer him to join the alliance as its new leader, not a Warchief but the Grand Peacekeeper

[regentlord]

top lor'themar moments in mop: flipping a bench into a fountain after hearing about jaina and dalaran. 'release my people from the violet hold or i'll cut you down myself'. telling sylvanas to leave his people alone but answering that what she does with alliance corpses is between her and the alliance. being the first alongside baine to support vol'jin being made warchief

[jainaism]

Two days later, Furion and Tyrande are standing in a tranquil area of the forest. The prophet flies over in his raven form. Tyrande grows impatient.

Tyrande Whisperwind: We have no time for this, Furion! What are we doing out here?

Furion Stormrage: Last night in a dream, a great raven spoke to me and summoned me to this place.

Thrall and Jaina arrive together as well.

Thrall: We were summoned here as well.

Furion Stormrage: Who are you, outlanders?

Thrall: I am Thrall, son of Durotan. Warchief of the Horde.

Jaina: And I am Jaina Proudmoore, leader of the human survivors of Lordaeron.

Tyrande Whisperwind: You are not welcome here!

The prophet lands and turns human.

The Prophet: Peace, Priestess. They've come to aid you against the Legion.

Furion Stormrage: It was you in my dream! But who are you to make such an offer to us?

The Prophet: I... and the reason for the Legion's return. Years ago, I brought the Orcs into this world, and by doing so, I opened a path for the demons as well. For my sins, I was murdered by those who I cared for the most. Despite my death, war raged across the lands of the east for many long years, leaving entire kingdoms devastated in its wake. Now, at long last, I have returned to set things right. I... am Medivh, the Last Guardian. I tell you now, the only chance for this world is to unite in arms against the enemies of all who live!

[bladebloodied]

refs from all her mentions in the books

He forestalled the gesture by turning to the blood elf. She had golden hair and pale skin, and wore the bright, gleaming armor that marked her as one of her people’s paladins. “Where is Lor’themar?” Garrosh asked bluntly. Her full lips pressed together in irritation, but when she spoke, her voice was calm and pleasant. “He has sent me to oversee the blood elf troops. My name is Kelantir Bloodblade. I trained with the lady Liadrin, and I serve under Ranger-General Halduron Brightwing.” “Neither of whom is here,” said Malkorok, stepping protectively near Garrosh. “Instead we have this little third-ranking whelp.” Kelantir turned coolly to Malkorok. “You also have two ships filled with blood elves willing to fight and die for the Horde,” she said. “Unless you are so sufficient in numbers and supplies that our feeble support will not be necessary.” Garrosh had never much cared for blood elves, and this female was getting under his skin. “You have a chance to prove your people’s worth in battle today,” he said. “Take care you do not squander it.” “My people are familiar with war and battles and sacrifice, Warchief Garrosh,” snapped Kelantir. “You will not find us lacking.” With that, she turned on her heel and marched back to the docks, her plate mail— how can she even bear it on such a tiny, twig-fragile frame? Garrosh wondered—clanking slightly as she strode.

-

“Blar speaks truly, if somewhat inelegantly,” said Kelantir. “We have heard what happens to those who speak out against Garrosh. Thrall at least would have listened! And he never would have led us down this path! The Alliance will—” Baine held up a hand. “Peace, my friend. You are right about such things, but Thrall is no longer our warchief. Garrosh Hellscream is. And our purpose here tonight is not to lead an insurrection, but to discuss what he has done up until this point and the wisdom—or lack thereof—of his choices.”

-

“Yet knowing all this, Lady Sylvanas agreed to send aid to the endeavor. But to what end? We are gathered! The Horde has food, supplies, and for those of you whose blood still flows in your veins, I know that blood burns hot for battle. Why is he waiting? Each day that passes, his troops become more uncertain. This is not wisdom. This is simply…” He groped for words. “Irresponsibility.” Bloodblade extended her hand for the speaking stick. “I agree with Captain Farley. His lands and ours are vulnerable if the humans decide to retaliate there instead of sending ships to Theramore. The swifter the strike, the swifter the reward. I cannot comprehend why Garrosh delays. More time serves our enemies and harms us.”

-

“The inexplicable love some of you have for that peace-hungry shaman astounds me,” he said. He moved as he spoke, looking from face to face. “You would do well to remember it is because of Thrall that we are in this position to begin with! It was Thrall, not Garrosh, who let the Alliance encroach. Thrall, who held secret meetings with the human mage Jaina Proudmoore and all but sat like a dog at her feet. Thrall, whose mistakes I must now correct!” Bloodblade began to speak. “But, Warchief—” Garrosh whirled on the blood elf, striking her hard across the face. There was an angry murmur and a slight surge of the crowd. At once, Garrosh had Gorehowl in his hands, and the Kor’kron had swords and maces in theirs. “Your warchief is merciful,” Garrosh snarled. “You live, so that you may obey me, blood elf!” Bloodblade nodded slowly; the gesture was clearly painful.

-

Frandis Farley, having a poor excuse for a drink with Kelantir Bloodblade, turned at the sight. “Trouble,” Kelantir whispered. “Not necessarily,” Frandis replied in an equally soft voice. Before his companion realized what he was about to do, the undead was waving and calling cheerfully, “Friend Malkorok! Are you slumming? The contents of a chamber pot are probably better than the swill this rascal Grosk serves, but it’s cheap and I hear it does the job. Come, let us buy you a round.” The Kor’kron looked to their leader, who nodded. “Grosk,” Malkorok rumbled, “drinks all around.” He clapped Frandis on the back so hard the Forsaken nearly fell forward on the table. “I might expect to find tauren or Forsaken here.” He sneered as Grosk busied himself plopping down dirty glasses and a large jug of grog. “But I must say, you look sorely out of place.” “Not at all,” said Kelantir, narrowing her eyes. “I have been in worse places than this.” “Perhaps, perhaps,” Malkorok said. “But why are you not in Orgrimmar?” “Iron allergy,” Kelantir said. For an instant, Malkorok stared at her, then he threw his head back in a guttural laugh. “It does seem that you and several others prefer more rustic environments,” he said. “Where is that young bull Baine, and his toady, Vol’jin? I had hoped to speak to them.” “I have not seen them in a while,” said Kelantir, putting her boots up on the table. “I do not much involve myself with the tauren.” “Really?” Malkorok looked puzzled. “Yet we have witnesses that put both you and Frandis right in this very inn just last night, in close conversation with both the tauren and the troll, among others. They reported that you were saying things like, ‘Garrosh is a fool, and Thrall should return and kick him all the way to the Undercity, and it was cowardly to use the mana bomb on Theramore.’” “And the elements,” put in another of the Kor’kron conversationally as he reached for the jug of grog and refilled his cup. “Yes, the elements—something about how it was too bad Cairne hadn’t killed him when he had the chance, because Thrall would never utilize the elements in such a cruel and insulting fashion.”

-

The blood elf and the Forsaken were silent now. The two watched them go. When the Kor’kron had departed, Kelantir closed her eyes and exhaled. “That was far too close for comfort.” “Indeed,” said Frandis. “For half a moment, I expected to be arrested, if not outright attacked.” The blood elf turned to signal for more drinks, then frowned. “That is odd,” she said. “Grosk is gone.” “What? With such a crowded inn? He should be hiring more help, not skipping out with several thirsty customers waiting on him.” Their eyes met. No word was spoken between them, but as one, they rose and charged for the door. They almost made it until a frost grenade locked them into position. Three frag grenades finished the job, and Razor Hill Inn exploded.

-

Anduin had never been to the inn at Razor Hill, and saw nothing in the scene before him to make him want to have visited before it had been destroyed and rebuilt. It was dark, raucous, filthy, and likely foul-smelling. He noticed the bronze dragon Kairoz hiding a smile at some of the reactions that this particular tableau engendered. Nonetheless, it seemed to be a boisterous place of good cheer, until the Kor’kron entered. They paused at the door, their hulking presences blocking out most of whatever light penetrated into the tavern’s main room. Two patrons, a Forsaken and a sin’dorei, were drinking together, but looked up at the newcomers. “Pause,” Tyrande said. “These two Horde members are Captain Frandis Farley and Kelantir Bloodblade. Captain Farley was sent by the lady Sylvanas to command the Forsaken units that would serve under their warchief. The Blood Knight, Bloodblade, had previously served under Ranger-General Halduron Brightwing. Both, by all accounts, fought well in the battle against Northwatch Hold.” Anduin glanced over at the Horde area. Both Sylvanas and Halduron were leaning forward. Anduin had not heard of either Farley or Bloodblade, but judging by how their leaders reacted to their images, the two were held in high regard.

-

Bloodblade had hair the color of the sun and skin so pale as to look untouched by it. Even off-duty, she kept pieces of her armor on. “Perhaps, perhaps,” Malkorok said. “But why are you not in Orgrimmar?” “Iron allergy,” Kelantir said. Despite the tension, Anduin grinned. He liked this Kelantir. She was brave. It was the sort of thing his friend Aerin, a gutsy dwarf, lost to the upheaval of the Cataclysm, might have said.

-

“That was far too close for comfort,” Kelantir said, exhaling in relief. “Indeed,” said Frandis. “For half a moment, I expected to be arrested, if not outright attacked.” Kelantir looked around. “That is odd. Grosk is gone.” Frandis brought his jaw back into position for a frown. “What? With such a crowded inn? He should be hiring more help, not skipping out with several thirsty customers waiting on him.” And as the two locked gazes, Anduin knew. The hair at the back of his neck rose, and he wanted to shout out a warning. But this was not the present; it was the past, and it was too late, had already been too late by the time Farley and Bloodblade had realized what was going on. The ill-fated pair leaped to their feet and raced toward the door. Ice crackled up to stop them in their tracks, and the scene went white. The sound of an explosion echoed through the hall, and then the Vision disappeared.

[sekhisadventures]

The Timelost Worgen

Once, Nozdormu sent the heroes of Azeroth through time to defeat a powerful being, his equal in every way in the most literal sense. His own future self, fallen to madness, Murazond of the Infinite Dragons.

They were sent to one of Azeroth’s possible futures. A bleak and desolate version of their world that Nozdormu referred to as ‘The End Times,’ where the corrupted leader of the black dragonflight, Deathwing the Destroyer, had done exactly as his name implies and had destroyed Azeroth to free his dark gods from their imprisonment.

However, there are many, nigh infinite timelines, and this was not the only one that ended badly for Azeroth.

In one timeline, known by the bronze dragons as Azmourne, when the forces of the Alliance and Horde invaded Icecrown citadel, the Scourge had won. Azeroth had fallen to the forces of Arthas Menethil and became a world of death where all served the Lich King and, through him, his dark master Zovaal the Jailer.

In another, Azewrath, the War of the Ancients was lost and Sargeras claimed Azeroth as his seat of power, Suramar being all that remained free of the iron rule of the Burning Legion as they put the world to the torch.

This world is not one of those… in this world, when Teldrassil Burned, King Wrynn led the forces of the Alliance to the fallen kingdom of Lordaeron in retaliation and breeched the city with Genn Greymane and Alleria Windrunner.

… but without Jaina Proudmoore. For whatever reason, in this timeline, the Daughter of the Sea was not present for the battle.

They fought their way through to the throne room of the late King Terenas to confront the Banshee Queen, who revealed that it was a trap set for them. Sylvannas transformed into her banshee form and unleashed a series of plague-bombs to flood the room with noxious fumes that spelled death for all who were inside.

In our timeline, Jaina Proudmoore teleported them to safety before the fumes could harm them… but she wasn’t there.

Instead, King Wrynn called upon the Light and dove towards the Banshee Queen, driving Shalamayne into her before she could escape. The power of the Light poured into Sylvannas and she cried out in agony as it consumed her, body and soul… but her final death scream blasted apart the throne room and the three heroes within it, killing them as well.

The King of Stormwind was dead without a heir, and the Warchief of the Horde was destroyed.

The reaction from both sides was immediate.

The Horde’s leadership changed to Baine Bloodhoof, who attempted to appeal for peace… but the Alliance would have none of it.

Tyrandae Whisperwind had been denied her prey by these events. The Night Warrior was furious and called upon the leadership of Stormwind to join her in wiping out the Horde forever. Without a king the rulership of the city fell to a hastily formed council of noblemen, many of whom saw the various races of the Horde as nothing but savage monsters worthy only of extermination.

To make matters worse, when Jaina heard of Anduin’s death she immediately sided with Tyrandae. She was still seething with the loss of her own home of Theramore Island, the wounds of that war still fresh in her mind and losing Anduin left her with very little else to care about losing.

The war raged across the lands of Azeroth for many months with neither side gaining ground… but the nobles of Stormwind had been working in secret. Aided by Lady Proudmoore and a cabal of likeminded mages, they managed to recreate the Mana Bomb used by Garrosh Hellscream during the days leading to the war in Pandaria, but much much more powerful.

They unleashed it upon Orgrimmar… but the devastation was beyond even what they had expected.

The resultant blast was a force unlike any seen since the Sundering itself. It annihilated the city and most of the eastern coast of Kalimdor, and the resultant shockwave disrupted the very ley lines of the planet causing a tremendous calamity worse even than the Cataclysm had been.

Storms tore across the land, earthquakes shattered the ground, it was as if Azeroth herself was rebelling against the destruction that had been wrought and was trying to rid herself of her inhabitants in disgust.

Hidden wells of Azerite ignited all over the world, causing ecological devastation on a global scale, and when the dust finally settled… that was all that remained of most of the world. Dust, and ruins.

By the end there was no Horde or Alliance, just the few survivors who managed to eke out an existence in what remained.

Year 2, After Last War, the land that was once known as Westfall.

Once it had been the breadbasket of the Kingdom of Stormwind, rows and rows of fields and farmland covered the region like the pattern of a giant quilt and the bounty of them had fed people from here all the way to Redridge.

Now, those fields lay farrow, nothing but cracked and dried dirt with the occasional hardy plants that still managed to survive somehow, and bones scattered about as well. Some were farm animals who had been left to starve as the farmers abandoned the fields, some were the farmers themselves who didn’t abandon them fast enough.

A pair of feet made their way through the desolate landscape, a nose sniffing at the air.

A worgen woman stood there, wearing armor that was piecemeal leather and metal strapped together, along with a tattered cloak over her shoulders. In her hand was a makeshift spear made of scrap metal strapped securely to a sturdy length of wood. “Hmm…” she murmured, then she glanced up at a loud cawing sound, holding out her arm.

A raven flapped down from the sky and landed there, cocking its head at her. “Find anyfin’ ta eat Morri?” she asked, her voice raspy.

The crow cawed at her, the worgen chuckled, “Eh, thought not…” she frowned, “I think Westfall’s ‘bout had it. We should ‘prolly ‘ead south aye? Mebbe some o’ Stranglethorn still got some life left…” she nodded as another bird flapped down next to her.

This one was different however. While the first one was an ordinary raven, this bird was an owl with feathers as white as snow and oddly enough a pair of long thin antlers growing from it's head… though it had clearly seen better days. They all had. The worgen, raven, and owl all looked close to starvation… barely hanging on only by hunting together.

The worgen stroked over the owl’s head gently, then she paused as she noticed something.

Flecks of sand were drifting off the raven’s wings, the bird having not noticed them yet.

“Oi, Morri? Yez been diggin’ in th’ beach again?” she grunted, reaching out to brush them off its feathers… then froze.

Sand was falling off her too, the worgen noticing that her claws were trailing a rain of the small grains as she moved. The owl hooted in alarm as it flapped it’s wings, sand drifting off them as well!

“Wot th’ fel?! This some sorta magicky shite?!” she growled as her birds cawed and hooted loudly, sensing her agitation as she looked around. “WHO’S TRYIN’ TA DO SOME SPELLIN’ ON ME! SHOW YERSELF SO I CAN GUT YEZ PROPER!” she snarled.

But there was nobody around, at least, nobody alive… but then, nobody undead either. She and the birds were alone and within moments the sand was swirling around them!

The worgen cursed and tried to flail it away with her spear, but in a burst of sand the trio vanished… but nobody saw them go, there was nobody left to see it.

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[veldrune]

Warcraft Lore behind "The Prophet's Warning

The Prophet’s Warning

In the aftermath of the Second War, a mysterious prophet appeared before the leaders of Azeroth, taking the form of an unnaturally large raven. His cryptic warnings spoke of an impending apocalyptic threat, urging them to take action. Unbeknownst to all, the prophet was none other than Medivh, the former Guardian of Tirisfal, concealing his true identity to avoid being recognized as the sorcerer who had brought the orcs to Azeroth.

The Mad Prophet

King Terenas of Lordaeron and Antonidas of Dalaran, both wise and respected leaders, found themselves dismissing the prophet's warnings as the ravings of a madman. Little did they know that their decision to ignore the prophet's words would have far-reaching consequences for the fate of Azeroth.

Thrall's Vision

The prophet appeared to Thrall, the young warchief of the Horde, in a dream. In this vision, orcs and humans clashed as infernals rained from the sky. Upon awakening, the prophet urged Thrall to lead his people to the ancient lands of Kalimdor if he wished to save them from the looming threat. With the guidance of the elemental spirits, Thrall set sail for the distant shores of Kalimdor.

Jaina Proudmoore's Fateful Decision

While Prince Arthas Menethil refused to abandon his beleaguered people, Jaina Proudmoore, the young daughter of Daelin Proudmoore and apprentice of Antonidas, sensed the truth in the prophet's words. As the invasion began and Stratholme lay in ruins, Jaina heeded the warning and gathered her people to journey westward, hoping to find salvation in Kalimdor.

The Oracle

In Kalimdor, Thrall sought out the Oracle, guided by his new ally, Cairne Bloodhoof. At the Oracle's location, Thrall encountered Jaina and her human companions, and the two factions prepared to battle. However, the prophet intervened, revealing that only by ceasing hostilities and forming an alliance could they hope to defeat the Burning Legion and escape its corruption.

The Last Guardian's Revelation

In a shared dream, the prophet revealed his true identity to Thrall, Malfurion Stormrage, and Jaina Proudmoore. He was Medivh, the Last Guardian of Tirisfal, and it was his actions that had brought the orcs and the Burning Legion to Azeroth. Convincing them that victory could only be achieved through unity, Medivh rallied the unlikely allies to defend the World Tree, Nordrassil.

The Battle of Mount Hyjal

In the final hour of the battle at Mount Hyjal, nature's spirits, summoned by the Horn of Cenarius, swarmed around the demon lord Archimonde, ultimately destroying him. With the world safe for the time being and having repaid a fraction of his debt for his past sins, Medivh vanished, taking his place among the legends of the past. His powers waning, the Last Guardian departed the physical plane, hoping that the people of Azeroth would continue to fight together as they had at Hyjal.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

World of warcraft is the only game to have made me cry... multiple times. The first time was Ysera's death, second one was Jaina's torment, Senegos' death, Sylvanas becoming warchief and Ysera's rebirth. This is what makes a game so great! To be able to connect with the players and tug some heart-strings!