#alterac

[atopvisenyashill]

in the middle of my pyramid of needs is a book written by septon barth and edited by maester marwyn thats nothing but targ dirt

Marwyn has been trying to get Jaehaerys Is A Dumb Bitch, His Whole Family Is Whack, And Me & Alysanne Have Done Most Of The Actual Ruling: A True Telling By Septon Barth and Seven HELLS What The Fuck Is Wrong With My Family: A Tell All Memoir From Archmaester Vaegon published for the last decade, to the point that he tried to get an audience with Robert to be like heyyyy can i please pretty please publish my books shit talking the Targs but unfortunately for him Yandel was also there trying to get funding for his latest vanity project and fucking bodied him before he could get anywhere the Red Keep.

[ninamodaffari]

I just wanted to say I’ve been going thru my old sphinx tag and that old sphinx piece you did years ago remains one of my all time faves

omg thank you! That was....boy, I did that like eight years ago haha. My teacher who assigned it wasn't a fan but I want to redraw it one day!

thank you so much my friend ❤️

[findmeinshattrath]

Few things in WoW got the shaft more than Alterac, huh?

[keladryhawklight]

We're Taking the Brightmaul to Grafenwohr!

21 Oct 632

Although it was midday in Westfall, the skies were a dark, stormy gray as a rainstorm prepared to blow over the hills. Sat in the great hall of Hawklight before a fire, Kel lay on a couch with one of the newer medical texts open on her chest. It happened to be a summarization of all of the newest surgical procedures that had been adapted following the conclusion of the Alliance mission in the Shadowlands; all the surgical intricacies found across the plane had been combined into one precise volume of knowledge that could be applied to those who were living beings on Azeroth. To most, it was an incredibly boring repertoire. To her, it was knowledge that could one day save a life. Who knew? Some of the procedures had come in handy while they had been in the Shadowlands those years ago.

A soft whirring just behind the couch reached her ears. It was not a noise that originated from Duke or Yenafur. It was different. More.. energetic.

Please Light, do not be another hit squad, she prayed silently. She half-curled upwards, peeking over the couch to see what could possibly be interrupting her afternoon.

Magical runes seemed to write themselves into the air in seconds before a portal opened into her living room. From within it, a hand reached out and grabbed her by the collar. She had the all of about a half-second before a voice reached her ears. “You’re coming with me,” it clipped as it dragged her towards the portal.  Her book hit the floor with a dull thud, startling Yenafur who had been curled by the fire. A dark snarl filled the room, as she went head over couch, hit the floor and was dragged towards the portal. She struggled against the hand, holding onto the couch leg for dear life.

“We’re going to Grafenwohr!” the voice bellowed out into the house.

She paused, ceasing her struggles against the portals grasp. Grafenwohr? It’s taking me to Grafenwohr?

“I’m taking you to Grafenwohr,” the portal reiterated. “Let go of the damn couch. It’s not coming with us.”

(( @tobiasfarnal ))

[naomida]

Sure Thing

The Alliance of Lordaeron has no time to listen to Varian Wrynn, king of a broken kingdom, and his pleas for aid in marching south, saving his people and retaking his land. Instead, they have to deal with King Aiden of Alterac’s treachery, and finding a way to keep the Alteraci from doing anything rash. It's a good thing then, that Bolvar comes up with a crazy plan to get Varian an army, the Alteraci a pardon, and Stormwind a chance. You know what they say, if you aren’t with us, and the enemy of my enemy... or: the rise and fall of not one, but two kingdoms at the hands of a few warriors, some shamans and a dragon.

[read on AO3]

[joywindsong]

King Cronart

"When I was a boy Orcs walked the streets of my kingdom. Not as invaders. Not as citizens. Hard to even say as enemies. We always heard the stories of an orc breaking down your door to slaughter you and your family, but now they were walking by our door with no concern for us. Taking passage through the mountains of Alterac, offered by our traitorous king. They wanted to lay waste to the human kingdoms. Who was to say they would not turn their blades and hammers towards the civilians and do what they did to Stormwind? If that happened the royals and nobles would be ready and able to retreat and live. Though that is what happened, just not at the hands of the Horde." A plate broken in the night awakens Vontez Cronart. The bear of a man sits up in his bed calmly and turns to put his feet on the ground. He is wearing thin trousers that cover the length of his legs and not much else. Reaching to his nightstand for his cloak that he uses to cover his wide chest and back. The man is covered in body hair and has a bushy beard that comes down from his rugged face. Receding and thinning at his hairline shows his age.

The man sighs and walks to the door of his bedroom to pop it open. The door opens to reveal the small living space and kitchen being lit by the moonlight from the open front door. Vontez steps into the kitchen to find the pieces of the plate broken on the floor. "Alright... I know you're here. You can leave or I can acknowledge that I gave you the opportunity for mercy." Vontez says under his breath trying not to wake up all the way.

SWIPE! A dagger slides across the back of Vontez's hamstring. Immediately Vontez pivots and grabs the Syndicate assassin by the throat and slams him down on the ground. The wiry pale assassin is no match for Vontez physically as the hulking man puts his weight on top of him. Vontez removes the orange mask from the assassin's face. His cheeks are sunken in but he looks like a relatively young man with strands of blonde hair poking out of the front of his hood.

"You tore my trousers you bastard!" Vontez growls through the sting on the back of his leg.

"You're on Syndicate land... you have to be removed one way or another!" "I'm trying to sleep." Vontez puts a knee on the man's chest and kneels with the other leg. He takes the assassin's arm with the dagger and bends it over his leg. "What are you doing! No, please!" The Syndicate member pleads. "I gave you the chance for mercy." CRRACK!

"GYAH! AGH!" The Syndicate member yells out as Vontez effortlessly snaps the elbow and the dagger falls to the floor. "YOU MONSTER! WHO ARE YOU!?" "I might as well be the king of this mountain. Now go back to your band of thugs and make sure they know who did this to you." Vontez picks up the intruder easily and tosses him out the open door before he slams it shut. He runs his hand along the back of his leg. The attack tore his pants but barely broke the skin on his leg. "Now it's cold in here..." He looks at the floor to see the assassin's dagger and broken plate. "I'll deal with that in the morning... and I guess reinforce the door." ~

The next day Vontez spent his morning reinforcing the broken down house in the mountains.

Over the years he had been building the home on the outskirts of the ruins of Alterac between the walls of the city and Strahnbrad. Vontez always saw Alterac as his home. No matter how overrun it was with enemies or how far he would venture into the world.

"Click-thunk" The towering man tinkered with the lock on the door. It had been broken beyond repair by the intruder the night before. The old rusted lock stripped by the thieves' tools. He would have to go scavenge for a new one.

The Paladin would put his plate armor over the chainmail that he would wear casually throughout his days. His cloak covered his head and helped protect him from the cold of the mountains. Throwing a shield on his back and sheathing his sword he ventured into the ruins of the city.

Heavy feet crunched the snow and soil beneath the boots of the Paladin as he walked through the broken gates of the city. Scanning the field of ruins for his intended goal. Snow was falling to limit how far Vontez could see but he couldn't help but notice commotion off in the distance. WOOSH! A large wild cat sprinted past Vontez as the commotion came his way. "Come back! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HEAL ME YOU ELF BASTARD!" A human man stumbles out from the fog of snow about thirty yards from the Paladin. His chainmail armor is broken and hanging off his torso and blood is running down his forehead. His eyes meet Vontez. "HELP!" Before anything can be done a large figure appears behind the adventurer by the head and neck. "NO! NO! NYAHGGHHH!!!" The ogre rips the poor man's head from his jaw and lets the body drop at his feet to stain the snow red. The ogre steps over the body and towards the Paladin. "Puny humans. Stay off our mountain!" The ogre charges towards Vontez. SLICE! Thud! With a single movement Vontez draws his sword and lobs half the ogre's arm off. "GRR! YOU PUNY HUMAN TAKE ARM! DIE!" Vontez rolls out of the way before the ogre drops a crushing blow to the ground where he stood. "Not very kind of you to rip a man's head off. An arm for a head is hardly even a fair exchange." Vontez drew his shield and took his battle stance. "Back down now and I won't have to end your life." "HAHAHA! You puny humans always talk until I squash you!" The ogre revs back again but gets stunned by a flash of light.

The metal shield bounces of the skull of the ogre followed by a burst of fiery judgement, then finally the sword of Vontez pierces the sternum of the ogre. The sword is removed and blood spills onto the snow before the large corpse falls back and crashes to the ground.

Vontez walks past the body to inspect the door on the ruined building in distance. "This will do." Vontez pulls the door from the rotting frame and casually places it over his shoulder before walking back out the gates to his home.

As Vontez approaches his house he sees a Draenei woman outside. She sees and approaches him.

Her skin a light blue and hair white slicked back behind her horns. Wearing white robes with plate armor on her arms and legs and a hammer strapped to her back. "I assume that you are Vontez Cronart? Paladin of the Argent Dawn?" She questions him. He walks past ignoring her to prop the door up against the exterior of the house. "Who's asking?" He asks without turning to look at her.

"The Argent Crusade is requesting your presence at the Sanctum of Light. We need all the champions we can get." The Draenei instructs as he inspects the door. "Don't you have plenty of soldiers at your beck and call? I have things to do." Vontez dismisses. "Ah yes. Plenty to do out here I see." She teases to no response. After a moment of silence she gets to the point. "The Legion is threatening the wellbeing of Azeroth. We need everyone we can get... Tirion has fallen." Vontez stops what he's doing and turns to the fellow Paladin with a look of confusion. "What?..."

"Tirion Fordring was defeated by the demons. As well as the King of Stormwind. Even the Warchief of the Horde. You may want to sit out here in your mountain but I'm sure your oath will not allow you to."

[oldeazeroth]

Strahnbrad, Alterac Mountains (62,46)

[azerothtravel]

Pro Strats, Alterac Valley, September 14, 2024.

[wowscenery]

[maxiecabphotography]

Lordamere Internment Camp and Dalaran, Alterac Mountains

[farorasf]

A frostwolf shaman patrolling Alterac Valley.

[atopvisenyashill]

@alterac pls don’t press my “hotd rage” button it’s impolite when i also have a “how i would have done hotd” document i add another paragraph to when i smoke too much aksjdjdj but YES, i think they should have pushed for a longer season bc even perfectly well paced, there’s too much to cover and explain in only 10 episodes!! should have been minimum 11 but i think a 13 episode season & not pushed sooooo far into the timeline would have been much better. between this, the multiple scenes where daemon comforts the girls while laena is dying/has died, rhaenyra putting alicent into her wedding dress, the cut baela & jace scenes like WHY. WHY?????

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Way of the Phoenix by JazzSiyArt

[wp100]

the new battleground looks terrible

if you mix anything with escorting mine carts/payloads/whatever i will hate it. i hate silvershard mines. have had way too many bad games in that one

i dont even do random bgs anymore. too many tryhards in a casual mode these days. miss doing epics

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[yoshilisk]

i see bobos posts and i'm like "look ma, he's from my server!"