#menethil harbor

[tastytofusoup]

Vanilla WoW (2004)↠ Wetlands

[wowscenery]

[masochisticallygrumpy]

She gets me wet like Northwestern Khaz Modan

What if we commissioned art of our mains kissing on the Thandol Span

[valyrra]

characters on which I obsessed over throughout my life (which I can remember rn/random list), kinda wip

Vittorio Scaletta, Lincoln Clay, Alex Mercer, Akande Ogundimu, Siebren De Kuiper, Junker Queen, Gabriel Reyes, Rammatra, Moira O'Deorain, Micah Bell, Dutch Van Der Linde, Vaas Montenegro, Alucard (Hellsing), Garrus Vakarian, Thane Krios, Liam Kosta, Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor/AC:3), Edward Kenway (AC:BF), Illidan Stormrage, Khadgar, Vol'Jin, Garrosh Hellscream, Nathanos Blightcaller, Lich King (Arthas Menethil), Alcina Dimitrescu, Caleb Quinn (Deathslinger), Carmina Mora (The Artist), Albert Wesker, Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen), Homelander, Billy Butcher, Trevor Philips, Johnny Silverhand, River Ward, Solomon Reed, Jackie Welles, Adam Smasher, TF2 Scout, Grand Regent Thragg, Omni-Man, Bi-Han, General Shao, Kano, Sareena, Lord Raiden, Kung Lao, Geras, Sindel, Havik, Quan Chi, Liu Kang (tbh the whole mk rooster), Benny Gecko, John Hancock, The Ghoul, Nick Valentine, Alan Wake/Mr Scratch, Kylo Ren, Gendo Ikari, Vincent Fabron (Chamber), KAY/O, Varun Batra (Harbor), Tala Nicole Dimaapi Valdez (Neon), Erik Torsten (Breach) (Valorant), Fuse, Octane, Revenant (APEX), Jhin, Draven, Swain (before rework tf), Victor (LoL), Troll Warlord, Invoker, Anti-Mage (Dota2), Vergil, Nico, V (DMC), Halsin, Wyll Ravengard, Minthara, The Emperor (BG3), Draco Malfoy, Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow, Natsai Onai, Miguel O'Hara, Saitama, Ryan Lucan (LiS: True Colors), Anders, Zevran, Dorian (DA), Azog the Defiler, Ichiban Kasuga, Zhao Tianyou, Kratos (GoW), Frank Woods, Ghost (CoD), Negan, Anakin Skywalker, Captain Rex, Aemond Targaryen (HOTD), John 117 (Halo), Lash (DL), Blackwall (DAII), Darius (LoL), Ambessa (Arcane)

[mischievouswritingblog]

A Twist of Fate

I’ve been wanting to continue or revamp this fic for a long time but at the moment I’m a bit stuck. Being that I’m working on a Pathfinder 2e Campaign based on World of Warcraft, I ended up thinking about this fic a lot and I decided to reshare it.

Here’s the first chapter and a link to the fic on AO3. It’s a long one, be warned.

-o-o-o-o-o- Chapter 1: Lucky Number 13     A rough jolt from the wagon shook Khadgar awake. He blinked a few times before he looked up at the night sky. How long had he slept? 

“Hey spell-chucker, is the cargo alright back there?” the dwarven driver called back to him. “I didn’t give ya a discount outta the goodness of me heart!”

Khadgar was squished between large sacks of potatoes and a crate holding bottles of ale. It was uncomfortable, the scratchy burlap of the potato sacks rubbed against exposed skin. The wooden create gave him no room to adjust himself. He did his best to look over the other various bits and bobs of cargo. “Nothing seems damaged, sir.” 

“Good, keep it that way!” the driver ordered. “I’m gonna pick up the pace!” He swung his whip and cracked it loudly. 

“Please don’t!” Khadgar’s body roughly jerked as the wagon sped up. Desperately he clung to its side as his frightened scream echoed out into the night. 

Deadwind Pass had earned its name for good reason. Its paths and trails winded through thick trees and along the faces of steep cliffs. It was all too easy for travelers whether on foot or carriage to fall to their doom into rushing rivers far below. Had Khadgar not hitched a ride with a traveling merchant who was familiar with the area, it would have been his own fate. 

Yet humans were a stubborn species, people still found a way to populate the area. To Khadgar’s surprise, he would spot the occasional house or two nestled among the greenery. Just how they could stand being surrounded by such dangerous heights was beyond him. Even crossing the simple stone bridges made the young mage’s stomach do flips. 

“Look alive, kid!” said the driver of the wagon, his sudden bark made Khadgar jump. “We’re gettin’ close to Karazhan.” 

The wagon rattled along the road as it made its way around a bend. It tilted dangerously close to toppling over the edge but slammed back down onto the road. The cargo and passenger were jostled but miraculously everything managed to stay intact. Khadgar was treated to a good view of one of Azeroth's moons. But his admiration didn’t last long, as his eyes were drawn to something else. Standing above the rock formations and thick wilds of Deadwind was a tower. Bathed in moonlight, it gave off a haunting presence. A proud monolith that stood above everything else, it felt as though Khadgar were being watched by it. A number of lit windows were sign that there was life in the tower. 

Khadgar jumped when the wagon hit a bump that shook the entire thing. He held his satchel to his chest as though it could do more than barely shield him. It had been a long and rough trip. Khadgar had at first thought the worst was behind him after having to sail Menethil Harbor (his fear of deep water did him no favors). Only to find that there was still a long way to go, trekking through wetlands and on the road until he could hitch a ride with caravans kind enough to take on a fledgling ‘spell chucker’. Not to mention the drastic changes in climates, from the mild weather of Lordaeron to the bitter chill of Dun Morogh, to the heat of the southern lands of Stormwind. 

It was difficult and there were plenty of times where Khadgar wished he could turn back. But that wasn’t an option for him. He had no means of going back home, certainly not enough money. The trip down the continent was dangerous enough as it was. No, he couldn’t go back, he needed to be accepted or…

The sound of rattling drew Khadgar’s eyes to the bottles of ale. His eyes grew wide as he watched the valuable cargo begin to bubble within. Khadgar reached out to stop it but a small static-like zap of arcane energy made him pull his hand away. The young mage scooted away from the crate and wrapped his arms around himself.

“Stop it, Khadgar...” he whispered to himself. Khadgar took a deep breath through his nose and released it as a sigh. “You need to calm down.” 

“Here’s where ye get off, kid!” the driver said as the wagon began to slow down. 

It wasn’t long before they came to a full halt. Khadgar looked up at the driver, thankful that he could leave before anything exploded. He snatched up his satchel and climbed out of the cart. Khadgar thanked the driver as he pulled out a coin purse and paid a few coins of what little money he had left. 

The dwarf driver counted the coins before pocketing them. “Now listen, jus’ keep following the road and ye will wind up right in Karazhan. It’s jus’ a little ways from here so ye should make it there before it gets too late. Keep a good pace, nasty things prowl in these parts at night.”

Khadgar looked out at the road ahead of him, he gripped the leather strap of his satchel before he began to walk. Luckily the area wasn’t completely dark. a small mining station by the mouth of a cave provided a little light. It was A small comfort but not enough for Khadgar to relax. He was still far away from the only home he had ever known.

Admittedly, it was his own fault.

Curiosity was considered both a valuable trait and horrible vice of magi. It was what spurred them to learn and experiment with the magical arts, to push the boundaries of what was possible. Of course, there were also downsides, mages that pushed ethics aside just to see what would happen. It urged some to see if they could bind and control fantastic beasts or even raise the dead. Such attempts never ended well.

Khadgar attempted no such things, he followed most of the rules placed upon him by the Kirin Tor. Laws and regulations were engraved into him at a young age, like the brand of the violet eye on his left arm. The problem with Khadgar was that he was born with curiosity that had an insatiable appetite. Often he'd find trouble searching for the truth behind rumors or peeking at restricted areas or tomes. 

Most students would focus their hunger for knowledge to texts and study. Khadgar would experiment with ways to make his snooping easier. He designed tools like a mechanical cricket that would chirp to warn him of powerful magics and wards. He also designed a small spell to enhance his hearing. Picking locks and undoing seals were a hobby to him like crossword puzzles were to others. There were many nighttime ventures around the Violet Citadel. Hunting for anything that would feed his gluttonous curiosity. It was how Khadgar found quite a few dirty little secrets that the Kirin Tor wanted kept quiet. 

Many were harmless, perhaps a little embarrassing, like the Chief Artificer’s weakness for flamewine. Others were more far more scandalous and could tarnish a reputation. Like Korrigan, the Violet Citadel's librarian, and his fascination with demon worshipers and their practices. Or Lady Delth and her fondness for young men a mere fraction of her age. 

Given Lady Delth’s status (both marriage and society wise), Khadgar suspected it was his stumbling onto one of her affairs that was the last straw. The next thing he knew, Khadgar was suddenly selected for a ‘great honor’. He was to go to a place called Karazhan, to learn under ‘The Great Magus Medivh’. Not that Khadgar had ever heard of such a mage.

Doing a little digging he learned that ‘Medivh Aran’ was a hedge-mage, that on its own was incredibly strange. Such magi suffered from a lack of discipline and restraint when not watched by the violet eye of the Kirin Tor. Usually, they would always meet some grisly demise brought by their own hubris. Stories of rogue wizards bringing castles down upon themselves or blowing themselves to bits were a staple in classes of young mages-to-be. The moral of such tales always the same: ‘Never go out on your own, never take the guidance of the Kirin Tor for granted.’

Yet Medivh was an anomaly. He was the very thing the Kirin Tor frowned upon but they appeared to respect the man. So why was there so little information about the magus? There were scraps and bits that Khadgar tried to cobble together into a cohesive picture. 

In one text Medivh was credited for simplifying many complex spells (the names of which were missing). There was also a letter that noted the magus had observed a fascinating phenomenon in the stars. Other bits and pieces Khadgar managed to find were filled with a mishmash of claims that clashed horribly. There was mention of Medivh being a skilled engineer, one professor said that he studied exotic animals, and in one note the magus was called a ‘patron of the arts’. Generous, selfish, kind, cruel, genius, half mad, difficult taskmaster, a man that just didn’t give a damn, all these used to describe Medivh. None of it made a lick of sense.

It was aggravating since it only served to fuel Khadgar’s hungry curiosity even more.

Upon reaching the land where the tower stood Khadgar was surprised to see that there was a village surrounding the base. He could see a number of Houses, an inn, a marketplace, and a small church. It was a strange place for a village, hidden away by the surrounding woods and mountains. Almost as though it were dropped there by some spell went awry. Perhaps it was. 

Khadgar could feel something strange in the air. A presence that made the hairs of the back of his neck stand on end. There was a lot of magic in the land itself, he could feel it flowing through the earth under his feet. If Khadgar stood and focused, he felt energies coursing in the ground beneath his feet. It was like many surging rivers meeting at and flowing from that point. 

But it wasn’t the time to focus on such things. As Khadgar walked through the streets and towards the tower, he opened his satchel and pulled out his letter of introduction. The purple wax seal of the violet eye stared back at him. Like him, the letter had reached its destination, it felt heavy, perhaps more so than the day it was handed to him. It felt like he was holding his own future in his hands. In a sense, he very well was and that was terrifying. 

A small sound suddenly caught Khadgar’s attention, his gaze was drawn to the window of a nearby house. His eyes widened as he saw the glass of the window was cracking. Khadgar felt his stomach twist into a knot before picking up his pace, mentally begging his magic stay in control. He couldn’t afford to his magic lash out, not now of all times. Khadgar tried to calm himself by taking in deep breaths but it was all too soon that he found himself standing before the main doors of the tower. 

Khadgar felt his heart pounding harder in his rib cage as he stared up at the large, imposing building before him. In the dark of the night, it looked almost sinister, even the moon that hung high in the sky felt like it was judging him. It was getting harder to breathe as his chest felt tighter with each passing second. Khadgar swallowed trying to force his emotions down as he raised a shaky hand to knock on the large wooden door. 

A loud explosion shook the tower from far above. Khadgar looked up just in time to see falling, shattered glass heading right for him. The young mage scrambled to get out of the way and managed to do so just in time. Sharp pieces of colored glass rained down right where he had been standing. Had he not moved when he did Khadgar would have ended up a bloodied mess. 

“What in light’s name was that…?” Khadgar thought aloud, a bit shaken. He looked up and saw smoke flowing out from one of the windows of the tower. He could have sworn he heard the distant sound of someone yelling obscenities. 

The door of the tower then opened with a loud groan and squeak of its hinges. Khadgar looked and found himself staring at a tall, slender gentleman that reminded him a little of a weasel. The man’s hair was dark brown, reaching just above his shoulders and well kept. He was dressed in fine red and black suit. But the detail that took away from his immaculate appearance was that he was wearing horse’s blinders. 

Khadgar watched as the man who had brought a broom and dustpan began to clean up the glass. It was then he found his voice and spoke up. “U-um, e-excuse me, sir…?” 

At first, the man in red didn’t respond. It was after another attempt of Khadgar trying to get his attention he looked up at him. His eyes scanned over the youth, his face was a mask of pure of boredom. It was hard to tell what he was thinking as he looked the mageling over. The man then made the slightest frown before he finally spoke. “I take it you have business here?” 

Khadgar caught himself staring and scrambled to hand the man his letter of introduction. “Khadgar.” 

The man in red gave a confused blink before he eyed the letter but made no move to take it. Instead, he looked up at the boy with a quirked eyebrow. 

“Of Dalaran.” Khadgar abruptly continued. “Khadgar of Dalaran, in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.” His face grew hot the more he talked. Words surged forward like a broken faucet. “I was sent by the Kirin Tor. In the Violet Citadel. In Dalaran. In Lordaeron.” The mageling's voice went higher in pitch with each sentence as embarrassment engulfed him. 

“I see...” the man in red said before the slightest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Well, Khadgar of the Kirin Tor, in the Violet Citadel, in Dalaran, in Lordaeron, I am Moroes. I’m the tower steward and Castellan of Karazhan.” 

“Castellan…?” Khadgar blinked and looked around at the town surrounding the tower. “That’s like a governor, isn’t it?” 

“Hmm, awfully astute of you...” Moroes said in a mild sarcastic tone. He then set the dustpan and broom aside and clasped his hands behind his back. “Yes, Master Medivh owns the tower and the land surrounding it. It’s my job to keep things in ship shape and running while he performs his duties.” 

Khadgar blinked, his eyes widened a little. “Is the magus a nobleman?” 

Moroes gave a small shrug. “He is, but the most the Master calls himself is an ‘over glorified landlord’.”

“I-I see...” Khadgar said. “M-may I meet with him?”

Moroes he reached into his pocket and took out a pocket watch. With a click, it opened and he looked at the time. “Hmm, it’s not ungodly late yet, I suppose it should be fine.” Moroes snapped the watch closed and slipped it in his pocket. “Perhaps a visitor will put him off working on that mechanical monstrosity late into the night.” 

Khadgar eyes were drawn up towards the broken window far above. He couldn’t help but wonder about the explosion from earlier. A loud clearing of the throat brought his attention back to Moroes, who was waiting for him in the doorway. 

“Did you want to come in or do you wish to sleep under the stars tonight?” asked the Castellan, his voice never losing its ‘ho-hum’ tone. 

Khadgar jumped slightly then followed him through the door. With his first step inside the tower, Khadgar felt goosebumps rise from his skin. There was an odd presence to his new surroundings, time itself felt strange as if it slowed for a moment. 

Khadgar followed Moroes while allowing his eyes to drink in every detail they could. He saw carvings of horses that lined the higher parts of the walls that led to the entrance of what appeared to be stables. A loud clearing of the throat from Moroes urged Khadgar to hurry his pace. They passed through a crafted stone archway; Khadgar's boots thumped heavily against marble stairs that led to a ballroom. 

“Master Medivh is up in his study, we’ll be taking the servants’ shortcuts to get there in quicker time.” Moroes explained as he looked over his shoulder to Khadgar. “So please try to keep up, the last thing you’d want is to get lost here.” 

“Yes, sir!” Khadgar said while walking faster. 

Keeping up with Moroes was easier said than done. As soon as the pair slipped into the servants’ passageways the Castellan moved at a brisk pace. Khadgar was surprised such a lanky looking man could move so gracefully. The man glided across the floor like a specter, his movements fluid and soundless. 

The servants’ passages were hidden and had no windows. After all, nobody wanted to see servants; perhaps nobody wanted to see the young mage either. The walls around them were winding and terribly narrow, claustrophobic. Khadgar followed Moroes around corners and up and down stairs. The layout of the passageways made no sense; it shouldn’t have been possible. It left Khadgar feeling disoriented. At one point he lost sight of the lanky man. Khadgar’s gut twisted in a panic until he spied the flick of a coattail from around a corner. With a sprint, he desperately tried to catch up. It almost seemed the Castellan was secretly trying to lose him. To leave the young mage lost and left to wander in a maze until his death. 

The horrifying thought was cut short when Khadgar rammed into Moroes’ back. He stumbled back a bit and saw the Castellan was waiting for him next to a door. 

Moroes dusted himself off before opening the door. “This way.” 

Khadgar hurried out of the passageway and was greeted by the sight of a balcony. He walked towards the railing and his eyes grew wide at the sight of an incredible library down below. Its size shouldn’t have been possible yet there it was. There were different levels with walls lined with bookshelves. Large tapestries that hung between windows emblazoned with fantastic beasts and mythic figures. The floors were decorated with an elegant pattern of star-like shapes and circles. Looking up Khadgar saw more balconies and bridges that led to a number of rooms and different sections. He felt a strong urge to go see what was up there but he had to reign his curiosity in, he needed to focus. 

Moroes led Khadgar to another, more discreet door, opened it and allowed the young mage inside. “This is Master Medivh’s personal study, pardon the mess.” 

The study had two levels to it, an upper level that had a display of a number of planets that surrounded a gigantic, moving astrolabe. Khadgar stared at it in awe before his gaze moved upward to thousands of small, glittering lights that floated above the display. His jaw fell slack when he realized that it was a map of the stars. Khadgar had never seen anything like it in Dalaran, not even in the Violet Citadel. 

“Close your mouth, you’re not a codfish.” Moroes chided while continuing ahead. 

Khadgar followed Moroes down into the lower level of the study. It certainly looked much more ‘lived in’ compared to the upper level. While still beautiful with the continued motif stars and planets it was much less tidy. The young mage noticed various books stacked about on tables, shelves, and even the floor. Khadgar’s keen eye caught some of the titles. While there were texts on magic and science, they were mixed in with fiction books. He recognized titles of adventure novels, dramas, romance and...erotica. There was a shameless collection of smutty books that were kept together in their own little area of the study. 

“An...avid reader, I take it?” Khadgar asked before he looked at Moroes, not wanting to lose the man. 

“Yes, of various things.” Moroes said as he continued to lead the boy through the room. 

There were other details stood out to Khadgar. On one table was a chess set, next to it were playing cards, dice and hearthstone board that was left half open. There was a large, comfortable looking couch that obviously served as a bed. On it rested a plush animal, some sort of black bird. It looked soft, large enough that it could serve as a pillow, and well loved. An item of comfort from a time when life was much more simple. Khadgar had a favorite plush when he was a child as well. Though his was taken from him when his caregivers thought him too old to have such things. 

“Over here, young man.” Moroes stood before a large wooden door, he beckoned Khadgar over before turning to face it. “This door leads to the Master’s lab, he’s shut himself in here all evening.” 

Khadgar noticed that there were effigies of ravens carved into the door. Their eyes, that looked almost a little too real, felt like they were locked onto him. 

Moroes reached for the door’s latch but suddenly paused. His brow knit together in a small frown as he looked at it suspiciously. Raising his hand, Moroes pressed the back of his hand against the door. “Stand back...” 

“What? Why?” Khadgar asked as he took a few steps away. 

Moroes didn’t answer, instead he pulled a large handkerchief from his breast pocket and wrapped it around his hand. He took hold of the door’s handle and carefully pulled it open. From within the lab came the roar of flames and a wave of intense heat that made Khadgar reel back. 

It was like the door led straight into a dragon’s den. Khadgar threw his arm up to protect his eyes. The light within the room burned like hellfire, angry and ruthless. If he squinted, Khadgar could make out the silhouette of a man within the room. He blinked and winced at how his eyes ached, who could bare being in such heat? 

The flames from within the room started to die down. The cool air from the rest of the study was a much-needed relief. After a few blinks, Khadgar could finally see the man in the lab clearly. They were tall, dressed in a loose-fitting shirt, a pair of trousers, and oddly no shoes on his feet. Their long, raven hair was tied back into a messy tail and a pair of work goggles shielded his eyes. 

But what made Khadgar nervous was the fact the strange man was wielding a lit welding torch. It’s flame burned so bright that it hurt one’s eyes to look at it directly. The magical energy that radiated from it made Khadgar suspect that the tool was meant to imitate a dragon’s fire. 

The torch-wielding man looked up at the clockwork golem. “Curator, how are you holding up? Didn’t fry anything too badly, did I?” 

“Checking systems...” the golem spoke, much to Khadgar’s surprise. Its gears turned and the runes carved in its metal frame glowed dimly. “Language circuits received minor heat damage. Speech functions are still operational. However, the wrong blueberries may get used from time to butterscotch.” 

After the heat died down Moroes walked into the study, motioning for the fledgling mage to follow. With a loud 'hurrumph' he caught the man’s attention. Moroes then spoke in a stern, commanding tone that made Khadgar jump. “Master Medivh, you have a guest!” 

“Huh?” Medivh looked at them, his head canting in a bird-like way. “Oh!”

The magus set the blowtorch aside on a worktable. A number of burns and stains of dirt and sweat marred his clothing, it all smelled of oil and metal. Khadgar noticed that aside from the goggles and gloves, Medivh wasn’t wearing much else for protection at all. 

“None too scorched I hope...” Medivh pushed up his work goggles to rest atop his head. His eyes were forest green, dark circles under them was the telltale sign that the magus was lacking sleep. Yet his eyes still held a certain shine in them that contrasted to the rest of Medivh’s dirty face. 

“Not as bad as your gloves.” Moroes said while resting his hands on his hips. “Speaking of which, one of them is on fire.” 

“What?” Medivh looked at his work gloves and sure enough one of them had caught fire. Startled, the magus gasped before pulling the glove off and throwing it to the ground. “Gah! Damn it! You’d think ‘flame-resistant gloves’ would do as the name implies and actually resist flames!” 

The golem, or ‘curator’ as Medivh called it, moved its arm in a convulsive motion and pointed it at the magus. With a loud ‘clang’ a nozzle popped out of a compartment in its wrist. “Fire threat detected. Extinguishing.” 

Medivh looked at the curator and threw up his hands in a poor attempt to shield himself. “Wait, stop! No! No! N--” 

Lines on the curator’s frame began to glow. Much like a mage, it gathered moisture from the air, converted it into water and sprayed its master. The fire was put out but Medivh had been thrown right off his feet. 

“The fire has been extinguished.” the curator announced, sounding rather pleased with itself. “Master Medivh is safe.” 

Medivh was sprawled out on the floor. With an effort he sat himself up and coughed, spitting up some water. “Yes, you saved me.” Medivh said before coughing once more. “You’ve earned yourself a rest, take a nap Curator.” 

“Understood, entering ‘sleep mode’. Goodnight.” the curator announced. It slumped forward before its gears stopped turning and became little more than a clockwork statue. 

“Shall I go fetch Doc?” Moroes asked. 

“No, no, I’m fine. All that’s hurt is my pride.” Medivh said with a raised hand to wave the offer off. Carefully, he climbed back onto his feet and looked down at his soaked clothing. “A towel would be nice though.” 

“That and some dry clothes.” Moroes added before marching towards a wardrobe. “You’ll catch your death gallivanting around like that.” 

“Yes, yes, Mother Hen.” Medivh rolled his eyes before taking hold of his long, dark hair and wrung out the water. Without another word, he begun to undress, not caring that a stranger was in the room watching him. 

Khadgar stood flabbergasted, his mouth agape while his face flushed at the boldness of this strange man. His eyes couldn’t look away while the magus shed his clothing, acting like the fledgling mage didn’t even exist. Khadgar's mind scrambled to put together the puzzle set before him. There was no way this was Medivh Aran. There had to be a mistake. Perhaps a large, elaborate joke at Khadgar's expense. This man was far too disorderly to command such respect from his fellow magi. 

Moroes returned with a towel and fresh set of clothes for his master. He glanced at Khadgar and saw the boy was gawking. With a roll of his eyes, Moroes reached over and gently lifted the boy’s chin and closed his mouth. “What did I tell you earlier? Stop impersonating a fish.” 

Medivh sauntered towards the pair. The young mage could feel himself being picked apart as the magus quietly studied him. His eyes came to an abrupt halt at the thick, white stripe in the boy’s hair. “Is that some sort of fashion trend?” 

Khadgar’s face flushed red before he covered the streak of white with his hand. Being teased for having a ‘skunk’s stripe’ since childhood had made him embarrassed about it. “No, sir.” 

“Who are you?” Medivh sniffed and wiped his nose before taking the towel Moroes offered him. He took a moment to wipe the oil and dirt from his face before drying himself off. 

“My name’s Khadgar, sir...” Khadgar spoke up. His eyes started to trail down the older mage’s body. 

If he had to guess, Medivh had to be in his early to mid-thirties which was young by mage standards. It was strange that the Kirin Tor would be so insistent that someone Medivh's age should take an apprentice. Khadgar couldn't stop himself from continuing to study the older man's body. Dare he think it, the magus wasn't unpleasant to look at. He couldn't deny that Medivh was attractive but what stood out the most was that his skin was marred with numerous scars. Some were old and fading while others looked much newer and eerily fresh. Many of them had a certain viciousness that couldn't have been from backfiring experiments. 

"Battle scars...?" Khadgar muttered to himself. His gaze continued to move even lower before his face flushed hotly as it blushed red. He immediately forced himself to look away. 

“And what business do you have with me?” Medivh asked while starting to redress himself. The young mage then shoved the letter of introduction at him almost hitting the magus in the chest. The wax seal of the violet eye stared back at Medivh, almost tauntingly so. A look of disgust spread across his face as if the boy just handed him a cockroach. 

“My name is Khadgar I’ve-” 

“Been sent by the Kirin Tor.” Medivh finished for him in a blunt drawl. Without another word, he plucked the envelope from Khadgar’s hand and walked towards the study’s fireplace. He gave the envelope a brief look before tossing it into the hungry flames. 

Khadgar made a loud, strangled whine that caught Medivh and Moroes off guard. The two watched as the boy turned deathly pale as his future went up in smoke. Lab equipment that sat on a nearby worktable began to rattle violently. One of the glass beakers was knocked off of it by an unseen force and shattered when it hit the ground. 

Medivh looked at the broken glass on the floor, then to the shattered window of his lab. He frowned as he quietly contemplated something before turning to face Moroes. “Is the boy ill?” 

“Perhaps worn out.” the Castellan said with a slight shrug. “We took some shortcuts and it may have left him a tad winded.” 

“Th-the letter!” Khadgar finally managed to form words. 

“What of it?” Medivh asked, his tone cold. “Oh, wait, let me guess what it says!” he cleared his throat before speaking gracefully but laced with sarcasm. “‘Great Magus Medivh, Lord of Karazhan, we send you greetings from the Kirin Tor, the magical authority of Dalaran, the adviser to kings, protectors, preservers, and teachers of the magical arts…blah, blah, blah, you get the gist, right? They always fluff up their own importance before getting to what they want.” 

“I-I wouldn’t know, I was told not to read it.” Khadgar said. 

“But you did, didn’t you?” Medivh challenged him, his eyes took on a slight glow. He looked dangerous, like a cat about to toy with a mouse. “Granted, I would too if I was sent all the way out here from Lordaeron,” Medivh smirked. “I’ll admit that you’re clever, I almost missed that the seal was tampered with.” 

Khadgar swallowed. “How did you know what it said though?” 

“Magic, of course!” Medivh said as a wolf-like grin flashed across his face. “As soon as I touched it the words just flowed into my brain.” 

“...Really?” Khadgar asked, a little uncertain. 

“Of course not, that’s just silly!” Medivh said before laughing. “No, the fact is, you’re not the first one the Kirin Tor has sent to me. I’ve read that damned letter plenty of times already.” 

Khadgar’s hand pressed against his stomach when he felt it twist, he felt sick. “H-how...How many have they sent…?” 

“Hmm, let’s see, you are...” Medivh made a show of looking thoughtful. “Oh my, you’re lucky number thirteen, fancy that!” 

Khadgar’s heart grew heavy and began to sink like a stone. He had no illusions that his sudden assignment was for his accomplishments as a student. But this felt cruel. “Th-thirteen…?” 

“Yes, so to commemorate the occasion we’ll avoid all the hassle your predecessors went through.” Medivh said as though it were a benevolent act. “I’m not ready to take on an apprentice and I want your masters to stop harassing me.” 

“N-no, wait, I-I…Y-you don't understand!” the words tumbled from Khadgar’s mouth as panic washed over him like a tidal wave. “Sir, please! I don’t have any means of going back!” 

“If you wasted your funds like an idiot, that’s your problem, not mine.” Medivh said while waving a hand, like shooing the issue away like a pesky fly. 

“I didn’t waste anything! I was barely given enough to get here!” Khadgar snapped, he felt power behind his words and a short gust of wind. He tried to reign himself in immediately but saw the wind had blown against the magus. 

Khadgar may as well had made an offending gesture at Medivh. The older mage glared at him, his green eyes became venomous. He called arcane power to one of his hands forming a crackling ball of violet light in his palm. Khadgar backed away but before the magus could throw it at him Moroes stepped in his path. 

“Medivh, calm yourself.” the Castellan drawled in a stern tone. He acted as though he weren’t in the way of a deadly spell. Perhaps he simply didn’t care, it was hard to tell since Moroes’ face was an aloof mask. He stood his ground and didn't flinch while Medivh scrambled to stop himself from striking the servant. “Are you really going to drench your hands with the blood of a child?” 

“It doesn’t help that the so-called 'child' is walking powder keg!” Medivh snapped while glaring at Moroes. Regardless, the Castellan stood firm and unfazed, he simply gave a firm stare of his own. A look that was reminiscent of a parent when they scolded an ornery brat. A silent minute passed before Medivh's eyes finally softened, his gaze shifted back to Khadgar. “You have a hard time controlling your emotions, don’t you?” 

Khadgar swallowed and broke eye contact. “...S-sometimes, sir. But I'm-” 

“And that can make for volatile magic." Medivh interrupted him. "Quite dangerous to yourself and others should you never learn to control yourself.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked cautiously curious. “Is that why they sent you to me? They thought I’d take you on as a challenge or something?” 

Khadgar huffed out an irritated sigh. “Maybe you would have known if you hadn’t burned the letter.” 

Medivh gave a befuddled blink. He looked like someone had slapped him in the face. Both mages caught the sound of a loud snort that escaped Moroes before he turned away from them. Khadgar noticed the servant trembling, he could have sworn he heard a small, stifled laugh. 

“I...I-I...Well, that’s!...Th-the letter...” Medivh’s retort died into silence. He eyed the fireplace while trying to think of an argument. A moment passed before the corner of Magus’ mouth twitched and formed into an amused smirk. “Huh, well I’ll be damned, you actually got me!" He broke out into a hearty laugh. It echoed throughout his lab and lifted the heavy tension with it like it were a mere feather. "You have a little bite to you! I admit it, I like that.” 

Khadgar felt a small swell of satisfaction in his chest, as petty as it might have been. 

Medivh's eyes searched the boy, looking for something Khadgar couldn't quite comprehend. Perhaps it was dishonesty. If that was the case then he had nothing to hide. “So, you claim the Kirin Tor have done you a huge disservice?” 

Khadgar blinked at the question, his hands began to fidget a little. “Well, surely it wasn’t on purpos-” 

“They said nothing of their other twelve attempts to push their people onto me.” Medivh interrupted him. “Furthermore, they sent you all the way to Stormwind with barely enough funds to get here. Is that correct?” He then snapped his fingers in rapid succession. “Come on, be quicker than that, a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ will do.” 

“Y-yes, sir!” Khadgar answered abruptly. 

“These are serious accusations, boy.” Medivh said. His tone then shifted, sounding almost sympathetic. “Yet not all that surprising. You’re certainly the youngest they've sent to me. I wonder, what did you do that got under their skin?” 

“I...I don’t want to talk about that...” Khadgar said, looking away from the magus. 

“No need to then.” Medivh said while giving a small shrug. “But I suppose Moroes has a point. I'd rather not have your blood on my hands. Turning you away would be like killing you myself." Medivh lightly tapped his cheek with a finger and looked thoughtful. "I’m feeling a little generous today.” 

Khadgar looked up at Medivh hopefully. “Sir…?” 

“You could stay as one of the tower’s staff for a little while.” Medivh suggested. “Until you’ve earned enough money to safely return to Dalaran. That’s my offer to you, take it or leave it.” 

Khadgar chewed on his lower lip, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I’ll take it, sir.” 

Medivh's eyes shined with mischief, their green color reminded Khadgar of poison. "Welcome to Karazhan." 

-o-o-End of Chapter 1-o-o-

I hope you enjoyed reading. If you’re interested in checking out the rest of the fic, it can be found here on AO3:

A Twist of Fate

[chriselison]

World of Warcraft Episode 72! The final episode in the Cape of Stranglethorn! In this episode things reach their epic and ear drum-destroying climax as we battle against the Brashtide crew to defend Booty Bay! After that we head back to Stormwind to drop off some stuff, then head to Tanaris via Dustwallow Marsh and Menethil Harbor. Think we'll be doing some more questing in Kalimdor now just so we can even off the zone completion list! We are now 18 zones completed, still a few more to go, though before we can start Burning Crusade!

[secretsalute]

feels like they are about to make the level 2 Night Elf run from Menethil Harbor to Iron Forge.

Okay so the Bells are absolutely not stopping the second Calamity right?

There’s just no way, there like level 7 and are supposed to go against a level 17 wizard and his cult???

They are meant to loose this battle, right?

[forgottenflower]

The Deepwater Tavern

Hello ladies and gentlemen and humanoids of all kinds! Today, Taverns of Azeroth brings straight to your homes the forgotten beauty of the Deepwater Tavern!

This once-proud tavern and inn combo rests in the now-flooded Menethil Harbor, and harbors refugees escaping the effects of the disaster. The tavern itself is safe from the flooding, so step inside for a relaxing, dry time!

The inside is quite beautiful, and has a very cozy atmosphere. It’s the kind of place you can bring your buddy, your date or your family!

The staff is friendly and always ready to serve! If you’re in need of aid, you’ve got a medic right at the front door! If you’re in need of wares, there are tradesmen and even a shady dealer on the second floor(for all of you that we know like to bend the rules a little ;)).

You’ve even got live entertainment in the form of drunken regulars dancing for the amusement of the other bar-goers! This totally makes up for the iff-y cook that only shows up about the half the time. You’ll forget all about it!

All in all, the tavern itself is nice, with an interesting crew. You just have to wade through inches of water to get there! If you ever find yourself stranded in the Wetlands, this is the place to go!

Special thanks to Xiaohai, Saqueas, Willashan, and Iridella!

[azerothexplored]

Menethil Harbor, Wetlands

[trickerycleric]

Wrathion specifically mentions he wants Black Dragons wiped out, other characters attack black Dragons because they're actively being a threat, but don't go out of their way to perform a final solution. Word is the only reason Sabellian was spared is because Wrathion wasnt' ware of his survival, so clearly Wrathion doesn't about alignment. Also Sabellian has a far better claim to being a good person then Wrathion who commits evil of his own accord & is racist against tauren.

hold on racist against tauren............. fucking when............

[kimaisalloren]

Goes to the wetlands to 🔥 down Menethil harbor cuz it shares that name Maybe wait for the boat to go see Jaina #warcraft #warcraftcosplay #sylvanas #sylvanaswindrunnercosplay #sylvanaswindrunner #sylvnas #sylvanaswow #blizzard #blizzardentertainment #blizzardcosplay #hearthstone #hearthstone_blizzard https://www.instagram.com/p/CleXoR0Pev5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[commanderbragh]

Pick-up and Leads

Braghaman and Erik walked through the wide halls of Ironforge. It had been months, close to a year even, since the paladin had been inside the dwarven home. Walking past the huge forge at the center was just as bright and warm as he had remembered. The orange light of the room reflected off his armor and shed interesting patterns on the ground. Erik quietly walked beside the paladin, his hooded head turning slightly as he constantly scanned the area.

“The new armor fits good,” Bragh said, the metal ringing lightly as he walked. The normally steel color took on a more reddish look in the light of the Ironforge fires. “Feels lighter than my old gear.”

“He said he felt it would be an improvement. I’m glad he was proven correct.”

“And it’ll be nice to get these back to the girls,” Bragh added, holding up in his hand two wooden staves, one smaller than the other. Absentmindedly, his other hand reached up to touch the new warhammer that was slung over his back.

Erik simply nodded and continued scanning the area. When the two made it to the end of the walkway, they stopped for a moment and looked along the circular path going off in either direction. “Do you think we have been here long enough?” the rogue asked.

“Most likely. Any spies they have will had seen us and reported that we’re here.”

“Where to next?”

“Let’s take a flight over to Menethil next. We can hop onto a boat and go over to Dustwallow. Maybe make our way to Feralas next. That should give them plenty of ground to cover looking for clues.”

“Seems like a sound plan. Have you and Mrs. Larethian decided where to go next?”

“Not yet,” Bragh answered as they turned towards the gryphon master. “But I think we’d both be happy to get out of the cramped quarters.”

“While you are traveling, I will make contact with Truthhammer Industries and see what can be arranged for your home defense.”

“I’m sure that Drogar will have no end of exciting gadgets to amaze and explode,” Bragh said with a grin and a chuckle.

“No doubt.”

The two stepped up to the gryphon master. The dwarf took a moment sizing them up before speaking. “Where to, gentlemen?”

“Menethil Harbor,” Bragh answered lightly. “In the mood to do some deep sea fishing.”

“Of course,” the dwarf answered with a nod. “Follow me and we’ll see about getting you on to your adventure.”

( @niviene-larethian and @drogartruthhammer for the mentions )

[jacaela]

LoreCraft: Is Theramore alliance on neutral?

I've been playing Warcraft since 1999, and Tides of Darkness was my first game. I never really cared about gameplay, but I was always interested in lore (and I am always annoyed with retcones or unspoken parts that are left as such on purpose or because of laziness). In Warcraft 3, my favorite heroes and even races appeared, the development of which I was further pleased with. I often fought on the forums, but over time I got tired + many of them are now dead. Although I am not playing for some reason now, I would like to tell / clarify some parts of the lore, based on official sources. For example, in the near future I want to do 3 parts dedicated to Theramore before MoP. I am always glad to receive feedback, and also I ask you to forgive my not very good English😅

part 1.

Theramore, as a kingdom, was never neutral. Jaina made the city a neutral territory for negotiations of an official treaty between the Horde and the Alliance, which she and Thrall began to discuss in "The Circle of Hatred", disarming everyone: both guests and their guards. Before and after that, the city remained a significant part of the Alliance in Kalimdor.

Game:

Vanilla. to get to Theramore (and Darnassus), you had to board a ship in Menethil Harbor, which is owned by the Alliance. Further, when flights appear, Theramore is a flight point for the Alliance only. Also Horde can "kill" Jaina. Sometimes she killed you. sometimes she teleported you into the sea. Also Jaina helps you to find out what happend to Varian.

Wrath Gate and Trial of the Crusaders. In the tournament, Jaina takes a place next to Varian, among the banners of the Alliance, and neutral factions - in the middle.

A Fate, Up Against Your Will: At the behest of Lady Proudmoore, I will allow a diplomatic mission to Orgrimmar to question the Horde's Warchief, Thrall. You will assist her in this journey and keep her safe from harm. Return to me with news from Orgrimmar.

Thrall says: Know this, Jaina: War with the Alliance is not in our best interests. If we are forced into a conflict, the Lich King will destroy our divided forces in Northrend. Thrall says: We will make this right, Jaina. Tell your king all that you have learned here. Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: l will deliver this information to King Wrynn, Thrall, but... Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Bolvar was like a brother to him. In the King's absence, Bolvar kept the Alliance united. He found strength for our people in our darkest hours. He watched over Anduin, raising him as his own. Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: l fear that the rage will consume him, Thrall. l remain hopeful that reason will prevail, but we must prepare for the worst... for war. Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Farewell, Warchief. l pray that the next time we meet it will be as allies.

The Battle For The Undercity: Assist King Varian Wrynn and Lady Jaina Proudmoore in bringing Grand Apothecary Putress to justice! Report to King Varian Wrynn should you succeed.

Dungeons. Jaina goes along with the Alliance hero to find a way to end the scourge and the Lich King (or - who knows - may be to find a redemption for him):

Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Free any Alliance slaves that you come across. We will most certainly need their assistance in battling Tyrannus. I will gather reinforcements and join you on the other side of the quarry.

The Shattering. Varian Wrynn's stance against our people is becoming increasingly militaristic." He did not add, thanks to you, because he knew Garrosh would hear the unspoken words. "Jaina Proudmoore is his friend and is sympathetic to our cause."

"She is still Alliance scum!"

"She is still Alliance, yes,"Thrall said, his voice deepening and growing louder, "but anyone who has served with me or who has bothered to read a single historical scroll over the last few years knows that she is a human with integrity and wisdom. Do you think Cairne Bloodhoof disloyal?"

Garrosh seemed taken aback by the abrupt change of subject. His eyes darted to Cairne, who sat up straighter and snorted.

"I – of course not. No one here questions his devotion and service to the Horde." He spoke carefully, looking for the trap. Thrall nodded. Although his tone was defensive, Garrosh's words did seem sincere to him.

"They would be a fool to do so. Jaina's loyalty to the Alliance does not preclude her working toward peace and prosperity for all who dwell in Azeroth. Nor does Cairne's loyalty to the Horde. His proposition is a sound one. It costs us little and could gain us much. If the night elves agree to open negotiations, well and good. If not, then we pursue other avenues."

Cataclysm Pre-patct. A gathering of the Alliance leaders dealing with disaster issues, where Jaina is present among the rest of the rulers, she is also marked as a PvP.

Varian Wrynn: Blood of Our Fathers/ As the leader of Theramore Isle, Jaina was part of the Honor Delegation selected to stand behind the king today as he gave his memorial speech. With the Alliance pressed on ever more dangerous fronts, many had come to see what the great leader of Stormwind planned to do about the recent world crisis.

WolfHeart. Theramore was the first member of the alliance to reach Teldrassil.

He almost pitied the night elves and their ilk. They fought bravely but without a chance. They acted as if there were hope, when it was obvious that there was not. Garrosh had used the very summit intended to bring his enemies together in order to catch them most off guard. The other factions of the Alliance had provided the night elf force with the handful of supporters that he had calculated. By the time Theramore and the others were able to send greater numbers, the Horde would have Ashenvale secured.

Tides of War. "We are the most martial Alliance presence on the continent"

“I ask you again, Jaina Proudmoore,” Rhonin said quietly, “what does this have to do with me?”

“The Kirin Tor does not take sides; I know that,” Jaina said. “But even Kalecgos thought you might be willing to come to our aid.”

“Protect an Alliance city from an attack by the Horde?”

She nodded mutely. He looked off to the side for a long moment, his eyes not focused, then said, “I cannot make such a decision alone. You’re going to have to convince others besides me. Dalaran is lovely this time of year.”

Part 2 will be about the treaty between the Horde and the Alliance. Thanks!

[malloryforrester]

Profile for Mallory Forrester

The Basics:

Full Name: Mallory Forrester

Nickname: Mal

Age: 25

Birthday: May 16th

Sign: Taurus

Race: Afflicted Human (Not Gilnean)

Gender:  Female

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance :

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5′6″

Build: Lean, athletic

Distinguishing Marks: Tattoo on her right foot

Scars: A long scar down the right side of her face. She is blind in her right eye. She also has a bite mark near her right collarbone.

Common Accessories: She wears her mother’s wedding band on her right hand. She wears a patch over her right eye. It is enchanted to help her with depth perception.

Personal Information –––

Profession: Bounty Hunter, bodyguard, mercenary

Hobbies:  Woodworking, sharpshooting

Languages:   Common, Darnassian, some Dwarven

Currently Living:  Graeson Orchards, North of Southshore

Birthplace: Small village outside Menethil Harbor

Religion:  None

Fears:  Losing control

Relationships –––

Mother: Deceased

Father: Deceased

Siblings:  None

Spouse: Never married

Children: None

Other Family: Unknown

Pets: None

Sex & Romance –––

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Preferred Role: Dominant | Submissive | Switch

Libido: High

Turn ons:  Truthful, Hard working

Turn offs: Narcissistic, Spineless

Love Language: Acts of Service and Spending Quality Time

Relationship Tendencies: Was in love once,but was betrayed. Distrustful of anyone claiming they have feelings for her.

Traits –––

Bold your character’s answer

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional Information –––

Smoking Habit: Occasionally

Drugs:  Occasionally

Alcohol: Socially

RP Hooks –––

Grew up in Southshore. She has been employed with various shipping companies in the Eastern Kingdoms. Never stays employed long.

Her father was a blacksmith in Southshore and her mother was an herbalist.

She was raised in the Graeson household after the death of her parents. She and Katharena are practically sisters.

Looking For –––

Friendships, Hateships, Rivals, Employers...anything!

Not looking for a long term romantic partner.

This is an alt toon so in game rp may be limited. Always up for discord rp though!

[fireember345]

Roots of the Three Prompt

A World of Warcraft Prompt

Do not own World of Warcraft

Anyone can use the prompt

 Polygamy

Arthas is Anduin’s second father

arthas menethil x varian wrynn (formerly)

Tiffin Wrynn x Varian Wrynn (formerly)

Bolvar x Varian Wrynn (formerly)

Garrosh x Lo’Gosh (formerly)

arthas menethil x Jaina Proudmoore (formerly)

Anduin Wrynn x Wrathion

Mpreg

Surrogate Tiffin

Arthas and Varian began to date in their young adulthood

Tiffin and Arthas agreed to share Varian since they both love him after a heated battle between the two

They used a spell so Tiffin could have a Child with hers, Varian’s, and Arthas’ bloodline, young Anduin, who would be the prince of two kingdoms and in return from her family, she would marry Varian

Varrian would be called Dad and Arthas would be called Papa

King Terenas Menethil II was thrilled to have a grandson as he doted on Anduin while Uther had the honor of baptizing Anduin into the light as tradition

Varian loved Tiffin but not in the way he loved Arthas but was still devastated upon her death

King Terenas wants the meeting of Stormwind to have the prince as he wanted to spoil his Grandson

He often sends gifts to Anduin as the staff is running out of room

When Arthas went out to stop the Orcs, Varian created a locket that played Anduin’s lullaby and held both of their pictures, so he remembers what was waiting for his return as the Prince treasure it always

Anduin gave him drawings as Arthas promised him to return for him and his lover

When Arthas met with Jaina, he wanted to court her after the war, knowing that Varian wouldn’t mind sharing

The men who served under Arthas know of his family life as they fond over the picture of the toddler picture of Anduin with the melody playing as their song of hope

Even after taking Frostmourne, he never gave up his pendant or forgot his son or Varian, everyone else did not matter

Varian’s heart was broken for the betrayal of his lover and he told Anduin gently that the Arthas they loved was gone, died trying to save his people

Anduin never went to bed without the toy Arthas made for him as he missed his Papa

Varian had nightmares that Arthas came into the night, killed their son and raised him from the dead, thus beginning Varian having his son sleep in his bed with him, to protect him from the dead

Bolvar then began to court Varian as he promised to look after Anduin

When Lo’gosh was a gladiator, he met Garrosh and the two had a relationship

That relationship ended when Lo’Gosh and Varian were reunited and Varian chose Bolvar over him

Arthas took Anduin and brought him to Icecrown unharmed as the young prince was shocked to see his Papa as the Lich King

Arthas refused to kill Anduin as he wanted his son to grow up to become a powerful Death Knight as he planned to kill and resurrect Varian to be his lover for all time

Bolvar promised to rescue his son to Varian

Arthas hated Bolvar for stealing Varian and tortured him after blight incident

Arthas locked his son away in a tower as it caused him to cry

After the defeat of the Lich King and Crowning of the New Lich King, Tirion Fordring and Jaina took Prince Anduin home and returned him to Varian with a heartwarming welcome

Frostmourne was magically restored into a new blade that harbored only the good part of the soul of Arthas, searching for his son

Anduin was the only one able to pick it up as anyone else would have their hands freeze

Fearful of the blade doing anything to Anduin, Varian took him to Velen, who assured him Anduin was fine

Anduin renamed the blade Purest Snow as it had the ability to banish demons and destroy evil when combined with his light

Garrosh was bitter towards Varian and wanted to take everything from him

Anduin became a priest rather a Paladin since he did not want to become like his Papa, having nightmares about becoming a Lich King

Jaina vowed to never allow Anduin’s fate become the same as Arthas

Sylvanas feared and despised Anduin as he was the son of Arthas

Anduin fell in love with Wrathion as they began a relationship

After Garrosh was captured, His loyal men threatened to kill Anduin if Wrathion did not do what he said

Anduin would be Garrosh’s prisoner without a fight if he allowed him to heal Jaina and the Orc agreed

Wrathion was forced to obey Garrosh as Anduin was trapped in a cage that were chained to Garrosh’s back

Wrathion promised revenge over Garrosh and Anduin’s freedom

Varian learns of Wrathion’s forced part in this as Varian captures him

He free him after Thrall returns with Anduin safe and sound

Wrathion woes Anduin and they become mates after years of the dragon trying to earn Varian’s blessing

After the death of Varian and the victory over the legion, Anduin becomes pregnant with a clutch of twelve eggs

Genn never approved of Wrathion and Wrathion didn’t like Genn

During the Battle of Azeroth, Anduin was mostly kept in the castle since he was pregnant with the next generation of Wrynns

Anduin snuck to battle to save the Alliance and Horde in Undercity

Wrathion took no part of the war until Zul kidnapped Anduin while fleeing with the Horde and Princess from Stormwind

Rastakhan placed Anduin in chains as a slave despite his daughter seeing it as wrong to imprison someone who was with child

Wrathion killed Rastakhan for striking Anduin when Anduin tried to reason with him and threatened to burn down the kingdom if they tried to kidnap of Anduin again

Anduin birthed the eggs after the war

N’Zorth plagued Wrathion with nightmares of the corruption of his lover and his eggs as Anduin soothed him

After Wrathion killed N’Zorth, The first egg hatched

Varian and Arthas become enslaved to the Jailer

Anduin was freed by Arthas, who had some free will left by being near the purest snow

The Jailer took Anduin’s shadow to make his vessel

Arthas sent Anduin to  Bastion as the forced transfer and the loss of his shadow caused Anduin to lose his memories

The  Kyrian took care of him until the Alliance find him again

Uther attacked Anduin and often lashes out when he is near

When he was captured, Anduin approached him gently and both commented on how they recognized each other 

Uther offered himself to be tested on regaining memories as he would rather by hurt than the boy

Uther remembers that Anduin is Arthas’ son and that he was responsible for his father’s unjust imprisonment

After remembering everything, Anduin vows to save his family from their fate and reunite with his void self as Uther promises to protect him

Anduin warns that the Jailer took his shadow, the void part of him to do his bidding