As of now, I'm ideally bankrupt and am going on break for some time. Until then, here's my last story for a while.
A beautiful day emerges to Azeroth. The alliance and war have ceasedfire, for now, and the twilight cult is all but extinct. But in the Orgrimmar inn, Starshield, once a great tauren paladin, seems to ignore the pleasantness surrounding him, sitting silently, drinking a warm, frothy brew, indifferent to the other bar patrons. The bartender, an orc inexperienced in combat but very pleasant to talk with, broke the ice.
"Why do you look so down, Star?" he asked. "And I thought you didn't drink"
The tauren looked up and replied, "Well, there's nothing else for me to do. I've been gone for some time, and when I came back, I found my work to have no impact of any kind."
"What do you mean?" he asked, troubled by his tone.
"Well, if you can keep a secret," the bartender nodded in responce.
"It all started when I came back from a long break..."
I was headed out to that city people here used to be so curious about, hoping to help my replacement guide the city. When I stepped through the portal, I was in for a horrid shock: a city in ruin, devoid of life, and machines and plantlife rampant throughout. Before I could ponder this mayhem, a rogue jumped out and ambushed me, asking why I was there. I told him, and his expression turned grim.
"Your city is finished, boss." he told me. "King Varian found your city and tried to destroy it. Our security measures kept his army at bay until the others got away, but now no one has been able to return."
"You mean, my hopes and dreams lie in ruin?" I said, realizing what I had just lost. "Well then, I'll be leaving, since I won't be needed here."
I was really quick to leave, so I didn't bother to notice how burly the rogue was for an elf, but I did notice his blue hair under that mask...
Anyway, afterwards, I went to visit my adoptive mother Mokcie to ask more about what happened. She gave the same story.
"... and now the king has been arresting citizens for heresay, who have declared his act one of tyranny."
I didn't know where else to go from there, so I came back to Orgrimmar to retire for good.
"Well Star," the bartender responded, "Maybe you did have an impact on someone. A few days back, some goblin who claimed to be part of your 'city' told me about a gnomish friend she made. Apparently, they still work together today, and their work has been pretty outstanding."
"What? Those two still get along" he said.
"You see star, you did change someone for the better, and you still can, even without making a city."
"Maybe you're right. Thank you bartender, now if you will excuse me, I need to visit a friend of mine."
Meanwhile, in Elwynn Forest, King Varian was wandering to the Maclure vineyards, hoping to procure taxes, as the family hadn't payed them for a few days, and he wanted a chance to leave his throneroom for a while. As the farm came into his view, he didn't see anyone there, and began to worry of an orc incursion. In the hopes of finding some survivors, or evidence at the very least, he sent his men into the barn to find something. A few minutes passed, and they did not emerge.
"Hmm, the horde must be up to something, my men couldn't take this long otherwise."
Insisting that he would be fine, he brashly rushed into the barn, only to see his soldiers on the floor. His expression turned to anger, and he turned to the strange, blue hooded figure in the room.
"Don't worry, king. Your men are still alive, and when they wake up, they will not remember a thing."
He chuckled and said back, "That's the last thing on my mind. Now what are you, and why are you here?"
"Well king, in a way, you sent me here!" he yelled out. "Why did you destroy that city? You had alliance soldiers in there, some were just civilians. What would drive you to risk their lives?"
"As of now, an ally of the horde is an enemy of the alliance." he boldly stated. "And why do you care for those traitors?"
Without saying a word, he raised his staff, and it began to emit a blue glow. As the light dimmed, Varian fell to the floor, just like his soldiers. And with the entire group on the floor, the still veiled figure raised his staff again and the human forces disappeared in a bright flash.
"Now then, with the king out of the way, I can hope to build a new city, one he may never find. But first, I must find that warlock, she may be useful..."