p style="text-align: left;"strongDisclaimer:/strong I don't own Warcraft or World of Warcraft. There's a lot of Original Characters in this story but there's also characters that belong to a title="Blizzard Official Site" href=" .com" target="_blank" rel="noopener"Blizzard /br /strongA/N:/strong There's romance, incest, suggestive themes, violence, lascive /The story is full focused to be strongcanon/strong, however if I miss some point that you can spot just let me /br /My first languaje is strongSpanish/strong and this is a strongtranslated/strong version using google's tools. I have done a skirmish read but if you spot some mistake on the translation just let me know so I can fix it. You can read the Spanish version at a title="The Syndicate" href=" .com" target="_blank" rel="noopener"stronghere/strong/a and write me your suggetions to mystronga title="my email" href="mailto:scharbil " target="_blank" rel="noopener"email/a/strong too. Enjoy!br /br /strongFOREWORD/strongbr /br /The adventurers cheerfully chanted songs in Southshore tavern at the rhythm of the funny bard's lute. The songs commemorated the ancient warriors of the alliance: Turalion, Alleria, Khadgar... meanwhile, outside the tavern, a storm was taking place. The thunder broke through the sky and a thick mist covered the entire environment of the coastal tavern and made it difficult to look beyond a few meters of the lights. A boat touched the harbor. It had left a few weeks ago from Puerto Menethil and the navigators had suffered a Naga skirmish attacks along the way, so the tired sailors unloaded their things reluctantly to the tavern, their place of comfort. They had walked through that port before; It was their common route. So in spite of the thick fog they could be guided without problems by the creaking boards of moisture. They walked carefully on these until they reached the land and immediately went to the tavern, attracted by the good music, the comfort of a good bed, as well as the warm arms of a waitress. Upon entering, the sound of the storm was completely obscured. It was as if they had traversed a dimensional portal to Draenor. The innkeeper signaled to the captain. They had known each other for a long time and knew that the old sea wolf was a regular customer who honored his commitments with good gold./p
p style="text-align: left;""It's been a while, Freid," said the innkeeper as he cleaned a jug. "You're a tough old man to crack, I've heard that the nagas have been constantly attacking the ships that are entering routes to Menethil port"./p
p style="text-align: left;""It's been a long trip Danthan. Serve a round of mead to my men when they ask for it. If they do not ask you for it, well, consider it a tip" said the old Captain Freid, placing a golden bag that he pulled out of his raincoat, which was still dripping from the rain on the wooden floor of the tavern. Normally Danthan did not care. The water sloshed on the planks and fell on the ground at the bottom where he had a hop crop, so everything was kept as part of a cycle for him. The only thing he detested was when a drunk man tried to urinate inside, vomited or started a fight, because blood, vomit or urine did not do the crops well. "I'm going to sleep early, is my bedroom ready? I'm tired."/p
p style="text-align: left;""It is. Jansen, the blacksmith's daughter works with me now. She is a young lady who lends herself to service. I really do not know how I would take this tavern today without her. These old bones are not what they were."/p
p style="text-align: left;""Yes, remember the second war?" The captain chided with suspicion. He was a seasoned veteran of many battles but after the war he asked to leave and he dedicated himself to the high seas. I had had enough of the Alliance for a lifetime, or two./p
p style="text-align: left;""There are things that are better left in the past. But if they lead to death, blood and suffering. "br /"And why do you hire a bard now? Does not your stories commemorate all those atrocities you want to forget?"./p
p style="text-align: left;""Until now, he only narrates the glory of the alliance and customers like it. Don't you? "Danthan replied, serving a pitcher of mead to the captain and leaning on the bar to see the bard./p
p style="text-align: left;""He sings pure nonsense" said Freid, drinking the jar completely. The foam sloshed all over his thick white-haired mustache, but at the same time it diluted as quickly as the water that the old sea-lion was so used to. "Besides, look at his age, I doubt he'll just remember anything from the second war"./p
p style="text-align: left;""Well, why do not you go and find out? It will be like a story before sleeping for the captain "said the elderly innkeeper sharing an accomplice laugh. Freid pointed at it with his forefinger and returned the smile. Then he got up from the bar and walked to the table where several of his men had sat. The women rested on their legs and stroked their hair while they drank those fine jars of mead that the captain had paid minutes before./p
p style="text-align: left;"The Bard sang "Sit down, sit down and listen, the lively story of an oak made man. So tall and stocky that he had to bend over to go through the doors of this tavern. The trolls were afraid of him just naming a member of his family since Strom's time! Oh, yes, listen to the story of Danath Trollbane!"./p
p style="text-align: left;""Hey, bard, I do not want to hear you sing about old Brollbane. That man was a grump and he was so short that he could have passed for a dwarf "said Freid while his men laughed openly at their occurrences, it was well known that Trollbane was tall, but for so long that he had left with the Draenor's expedition that nobody remembered beyond the statue of Stormwind like Khadgar, Turalion and Alleria had done. "Come on, stop telling well-known stories and tell me an autochthonous one. One that is worth it. Or is that your repertoire is limited to the same repetitive refrains again and again?"./p
p style="text-align: left;""Your worship is right," the bard said humbly, pausing due to the interruption. He bowed apologetically to Freid and added "however, there is an economic issue that ties me to tell these stories"./p
p style="text-align: left;""Say your price bard," the captain said, relaxing on the chair and raising his jar of mead to the bard./p
p style="text-align: left;""Five golds my lord and I will tell you a story of these lands" said the bard without looking up./p
p style="text-align: left;""I will give you twenty golds, but I want the whole tavern to delight in a story of these lands never before told. I'll know if you're lying because these scars will validate the truth of your story, "said Freid, pointing to his face and torso where a huge scar shaped like a moon covered him and continued on his chest./p
p style="text-align: left;"The Bard took a deep breath and added "The story that I am going to tell you is long ... I will charge you five golds for each candle consumed while telling the story and you can stop when you want, but I warn you, the intrigue of this story is such that I doubt that can you stop? Can your pockets support this plot?"./p
p style="text-align: left;"The captain's men turned to him while the old sea-wolf was silent for a few seconds and then broke into laughter. "You make deals like a goblin my good bard. Ok, go ahead, tell us a story that we've never heard before and whose intrigue consumes many candles"./p
p style="text-align: left;""It's been a while, Freid," said the innkeeper as he cleaned a jug. "You're a tough old man to crack, I've heard that the nagas have been constantly attacking the ships that are entering routes to Menethil port"./p
p style="text-align: left;""It's been a long trip Danthan. Serve a round of mead to my men when they ask for it. If they do not ask you for it, well, consider it a tip" said the old Captain Freid, placing a golden bag that he pulled out of his raincoat, which was still dripping from the rain on the wooden floor of the tavern. Normally Danthan did not care. The water sloshed on the planks and fell on the ground at the bottom where he had a hop crop, so everything was kept as part of a cycle for him. The only thing he detested was when a drunk man tried to urinate inside, vomited or started a fight, because blood, vomit or urine did not do the crops well. "I'm going to sleep early, is my bedroom ready? I'm tired."/p
p style="text-align: left;""It is. Jansen, the blacksmith's daughter works with me now. She is a young lady who lends herself to service. I really do not know how I would take this tavern today without her. These old bones are not what they were."/p
p style="text-align: left;""Yes, remember the second war?" The captain chided with suspicion. He was a seasoned veteran of many battles but after the war he asked to leave and he dedicated himself to the high seas. I had had enough of the Alliance for a lifetime, or two./p
p style="text-align: left;""There are things that are better left in the past. But if they lead to death, blood and suffering. "br /"And why do you hire a bard now? Does not your stories commemorate all those atrocities you want to forget?"./p
p style="text-align: left;""Until now, he only narrates the glory of the alliance and customers like it. Don't you? "Danthan replied, serving a pitcher of mead to the captain and leaning on the bar to see the bard./p
p style="text-align: left;""He sings pure nonsense" said Freid, drinking the jar completely. The foam sloshed all over his thick white-haired mustache, but at the same time it diluted as quickly as the water that the old sea-lion was so used to. "Besides, look at his age, I doubt he'll just remember anything from the second war"./p
p style="text-align: left;""Well, why do not you go and find out? It will be like a story before sleeping for the captain "said the elderly innkeeper sharing an accomplice laugh. Freid pointed at it with his forefinger and returned the smile. Then he got up from the bar and walked to the table where several of his men had sat. The women rested on their legs and stroked their hair while they drank those fine jars of mead that the captain had paid minutes before./p
p style="text-align: left;"The Bard sang "Sit down, sit down and listen, the lively story of an oak made man. So tall and stocky that he had to bend over to go through the doors of this tavern. The trolls were afraid of him just naming a member of his family since Strom's time! Oh, yes, listen to the story of Danath Trollbane!"./p
p style="text-align: left;""Hey, bard, I do not want to hear you sing about old Brollbane. That man was a grump and he was so short that he could have passed for a dwarf "said Freid while his men laughed openly at their occurrences, it was well known that Trollbane was tall, but for so long that he had left with the Draenor's expedition that nobody remembered beyond the statue of Stormwind like Khadgar, Turalion and Alleria had done. "Come on, stop telling well-known stories and tell me an autochthonous one. One that is worth it. Or is that your repertoire is limited to the same repetitive refrains again and again?"./p
p style="text-align: left;""Your worship is right," the bard said humbly, pausing due to the interruption. He bowed apologetically to Freid and added "however, there is an economic issue that ties me to tell these stories"./p
p style="text-align: left;""Say your price bard," the captain said, relaxing on the chair and raising his jar of mead to the bard./p
p style="text-align: left;""Five golds my lord and I will tell you a story of these lands" said the bard without looking up./p
p style="text-align: left;""I will give you twenty golds, but I want the whole tavern to delight in a story of these lands never before told. I'll know if you're lying because these scars will validate the truth of your story, "said Freid, pointing to his face and torso where a huge scar shaped like a moon covered him and continued on his chest./p
p style="text-align: left;"The Bard took a deep breath and added "The story that I am going to tell you is long ... I will charge you five golds for each candle consumed while telling the story and you can stop when you want, but I warn you, the intrigue of this story is such that I doubt that can you stop? Can your pockets support this plot?"./p
p style="text-align: left;"The captain's men turned to him while the old sea-wolf was silent for a few seconds and then broke into laughter. "You make deals like a goblin my good bard. Ok, go ahead, tell us a story that we've never heard before and whose intrigue consumes many candles"./p