Hey guys, I'm Warmachine375 and I created a crossover fanfic story of Warcraft and A Song of Ice and Fire.

Summary: Anna Winterbloom, a surviving member of the Conjurers of Karazhan living for twenty years since the founding of the Alliance, finds herself in Westeros and ended up in service to House Stark of Winterfell before all the events, you know all of that already if you read the books, happened. But who will the people of Westeros handle the presence of the last known Conjurer?

Disclaimer: I own nothing of WarCraft and A Song of Ice and Fire. I swear to the old gods and the new that I write this for pure fun and no profit. This I vow. They belong to Blizzard Entertainment (I'm rooting for a WarCraft film coming out March 11, 2016! *hyped*) and George R.R. Martin (don't care if he hates fanfiction or not, and looking forward with The Winds of Winter).

It will be a oneshot just in case.

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Chapter 1

Twenty two years, she remembered.

It has been twenty two years since the day when the Orcish Horde invaded the world of Azeroth brought forth by the Fallen Guardian, Medivh through the Dark Portal from the world of Draenor and attacked the kingdom of Azeroth, sparking the First War between the humans and orcs. And the largest human kingdom has fallen with the betrayal of Medivh who was later killed by Anduin Lothar and Khadgar for the treachery, the assassination of King Llane by an unwilling but magically forced Garona Halforcen, and the destruction of the city of Stormwind by the Horde which led the mass exodus of the survivors fleeing north of the kingdom of Lordaeron led by the Old Lion of Azeroth himself including young Prince-now-King Varian Wrynn.

Not only that, the Clerics of the Northshire have been destroyed with few survivors left who ended up becoming the paladins in the newly-formed Knights of the Silverhand. Same goes for the Knights of the Brotherhood and of Stormwind whose corpses are desecrated by the orc Warlocks to create the first Death Knights with souls of the deceased orcs.

And... the Conjurers of Karazhan. An order of mages that served the kingdom of Stormwind faithfully were being annihilated by the Horde at the end of the First War.

Anna Winterbloom was a member of that secretive sect which no longer existed twenty two years later and she remembers.

She was merely an apprentice under the tutelage of an elderly Conjurer named Crawford who was like a grandfather to her after her parents died in a troll raid, leaving her an orphan when she was three before she was taken in by the Conjurers of Karazhan. Not because she had a high affinity of magic power that her parents sent her to become a cleric brief-time, only managing to learn healing spells of the Holy Light before leaving soon after her parents' death or the love for it thanks to the stories her parents used to tell her before their tragic death but out of pity the old mage had for the young girl and raised her like his own daughter he never had in his earlier years when he became a member of the order of Karazhan.

His fellow Conjurers were against it at first but eventually they allowed Anna to be tutored and raised under his supervision after explaining the girl's situation to them and some convincing to their stubborn thick skulls. Unlike the Kirin Tor that didn't allow women to be trained as full-fledged wizards, only mere sorceresses and female archmages, Karazhan didn't have a problem with that in several occasions.

Growing up, Anna Winterbloom had been taught the arts and spells of arcane and elemental magics that made her a promising prodigy in Karazhan which somewhat rivals that of Jaina Proudmoore during her apprenticeship under Archmage Antonidas in Dalaran at to some extent. Her teacher had been patient and kind, allowing Anna to progress her studies of magic slowly but surely that helps a lot.

Anna Winterbloom soon become a full-fledged Conjurer in her own right recognized by her adoptive relative and the mages of Karazhan when she reached her teen years. And she was ready to carry out her duties and obligation as a Conjurer in service to the kingdom of Stormwind.

Sadly, tragedy has come and alas the Conjurers of Karazhan were destroyed with the best of the best and some of the powerful mages were killed, either by Medivh's hand or by the orcs' assaults, leaving a small band left.

Anna came to witness Crawford slaughtered by a mass of bloodthirsty orcs when he and his fellow Conjurers made their last stand against the Orcish Horde during the fall of the kingdom of Azeroth.

Before his death, the elderly Conjurer told her survive and live on, not wanting her to die here and now. "..Live, my child. You must survive and live on... Your parents would have been so proud of you... I am proud of you... Survive and live on... Now go while you still can!" The young woman heeded his words and hugged him one last time tearfully, before started running away as fast as she can.

The last thing she saw of him while running away was Crawford attacking the orcs with everything he got with his immense magical power he held back all these years of his life he unleashed upon them before soon overwhelmed by their relentless attacks and died along with his fellow colleagues.

The female Conjurer at least managed to bring a small number of spellbooks and scrolls from Karazhan before she fled to the harbor of Stormwind during the mass evacuation to the sea heading north.

Along the way, Anna ran into a group of orcs who were about to massacre the children and their mothers trapped in one of the houses blazing afire and saved them, killing the orcs with a fire and ice combination spell before leading the rescued to safety to the ships while taking out any orc who got in the way, even picking up a sword from a fallen Stormwind soldier if she had to do that worked well with her magic.

At one time, Anna could've sworn pissing off the Warchief of the Horde, named Ogrim Doomhammer when she misfired her fireball spell when one of the orc brutes nearly knocked her staff off her hands in a defensive skimirsh and hit the orc leader instead.

"Uh, oh...", she said.

Knowing better than to fight someone twice as large the size of her when an apparently upset Doomhammer lay his eyes on her for striking him which was unintentional but wounded him slightly, Anna put up a smoke spell on him and his warriors and ran quickly for her life if she doesn't want to get brutally smashed to a pulp by his warhammer first, having witnessed him smashing anyone opposing the Horde's will.

Managing to board in one of the ships where it turns out to be the one the famous Lion of Azeroth and the young Prince Varian rode in. As the ships set sail for Lordaeron, Anna shared the same grief and pain as every citizen of the fallen kingdom have as they watched Stormwind burned down to the ground by the Horde with the remaining ones who were left behind to hold them off are massacred and Lord Lothar swore that they'll return to take back their homeland no matter the cost that soon signifies the birth of the Alliance of Lordaeron against the Orcish Horde.

Arriving at Lordaeron, Anna Winterbloom settled in Dalaran after informing them that she's the surviving member of the Conjurers of Karazhan and had a place of her own where she analyzed and studied most of the a small number of spellbooks and scrolls from Karazhan she brought along that should remain off-limits and hidden from Kirin Tor now matter what as to her late master told her about during their learning lesson in an old saying, 'A wizard must never reveal their secrets.', explaining to her that Kirin Tor and Karazhad may sometimes not be on their best terms with each other for decades even before the Horde arrived.

Unlike most of the surviving mages and clerics of Azeroth who adapted and took major changes in what they are now today, Anna Winterbloom remained a traditionalist of sorts. She refused to change like everyone else did, preferring to keep the traditionalist customs and ideals of the Conjurers alive in memory of the order who took her in and were like a family to her and continued to wear the robes, refusing to wear armor for protection and a hat her old master gave her before his death at the hands of the orcs. The young Conjurer also kept her staff and a magical sword she dubbed Wizard's Fury she requested for herself to be forged in Dalaran.

This makes Anna Winterbloom look like a genderbend version of Gandalf the Grey from Lord of the Rings in everyone's perspective within the Alliance especially from the mages of the wizard-city itself.

Her new friends and colleagues in Dalaran insisted that she must change her mind of her decision but Anna steadfastly refused to listen much to their chagrin and frustration but nevertheless gave up and allowed her to be what she is always will be.

During her life in past twenty-two years, Anna has served the Alliance faithfully, having used her magics and skills of combat to battle against the Horde, having survived through the events of the Second War such as the retaking of the fallen kingdom of Azeroth from the Horde and pushing them back to the Dark Portal where Sir Lothar died in battle against Doomhammer and his right-hand lieutenant Turaylon finished the battle, defeating the orcs, albeit with few scars barely noticeable by others as what her late master told her to. "Survive and live on", he said his last words before his death and she did.

Yet she refused to partake in any conflicts the Alliance and the Horde participated after her last participation in the Third War that involves the defense of the fleeing refugees from the rampaging undead Scourge and the demons of the Burning Legion and her skirmishes with them.

Her purpose was to help retake her homeland which is fulfilled and defend her people, not fighting pointless wars and conflicts that a bunch of egg-headed and dense war-freak leaders and political figures of the two factions fought over for their self-interests and gains. And will only fight if it means the defense of humanity in her own way.

In that time, Anna is known in Azeroth's history as the last known Conjurer and also a formidably powerful mage in her own right among the powerful mages in the world.

'Once a Conjurer, always a Conjurer', as what the mages of the Alliance and the Horde playfully joked...as long as they don't want her to be on her bad side. Some of the Horde and Alliance adventurers had learned the hard way when a dozen of them, mostly several Battlemages and few Warlocks joining in, mocked her of still being an 'old school' or 'classic' mage and ridiculed about the Conjurers of Karazhan, gleefully stating with a hint of malice that they are nothing more than a bunch of shriveling foolish old men dabbling in the arts of magic in their age where they should let the young adults tread in the path of practicing magic and died too quickly in battle in the First War.

And Anna Winterbloom responded in kind of their insults towards her and the only known family she had left before the Horde took them away from her... by casting a high-level elemental spell that blasted them to smithereens, ending up destroyed a large part of the tavern, where both Alliance and Horde members visited in neutral ground for socializing and feasting when they're not hell-bent on killing each other in the field of battle or in each other's throats, she stayed in for a meal and drink from one of her weary travels around Azeroth.

Those who witnessed it were shocked and mortified of what the female Conjurer can do when provoked even if you're either from the Alliance or the Horde. Even an 'old school or classic' mage can be as dangerous as any modern mages until now.

The ones who got struck by her were taken away for medical injuries and Anna willingly paid for the damages she had caused in advance even before the tavern owner demanded of her to as she walked away like none of the incident ever happened much to their bewilderment.

Since, then anyone who encounters her should tread lightly and be wise enough not to provoke her at all times as well as keeping her on her good side. Even some of the renowned and famous individuals of the Alliance and the Horde had to be wary of her.

Anna remembered most of the good times she spent with friends and acquaintances from both sides even it's brief for a while.

Deep down, the young woman missed her parents and Crawford as she mourned for them. She sometimes wished that she was back in the time when the Horde didn't even arrive in Azeroth in the first place then everyone she loved and knew before the First War would still be alive now.

But reality is harsh and cruel, none may expect what good and bad things may lie before everyone in their lives when they least expected it. Dreams are dreams and some are meant to be shattered by the hammer of reality.

Then everything went blank...

The young Conjurer woke up with a heavy panting and finds herself in a huge forest near a stream. She was laying next to a large tree when woken up from unconsciousness. Strangely, the atmosphere around the area feels a little bit cold or perhaps too cold if not for her warm robes and she still has her hat.

"...Uh... where am I?... What is this place...", Anna said to herself before weakly getting up with a help of her staff. She noticed that her bag containing her books and items are still there which means she wasn't robbed including her trusty sword too much to her relief. And knows she wasn't raped either, 'cause if she were, she would know.

Then she took a look around her surroundings and didn't recognize any of them, neither are any part of Azeroth or Lordaeron. And she doesn't sense any magical presences in the area either.

"What just happened?... I don't remember getting here... Wait!... Oh that's right a portal dropped me here...", she realized deadpanned.

Anna Winterbloom remembered that she was on an investigation of her own in behalf of Jaina Proudmoore to find out the cause behind the mysterious magical anomaly in the portal networks of Azeroth located somewhere in the leylines of Karzhan and somehow the female Conjurer accidentally ended up sucked into one of unstable portals during her investigation.

"If I'm in another world, then where the hell am I?! Damn it! How will I get home now?! Arrghh!", she yells in frustration, wishing that she shouldn't have accepted the request of the Grand Magus of the Kirin Tor herself in the first place whose mentality is now more like a madwoman obsessed in destroying the Horde than a warmhearted and kind person who wanted peace between both factions no matter what after Garrosh Hellscream's destruction of Theramore Isle which is very disturbing to both sides no doubt even the last Conjurer herself.

Sensing something or someone approaching behind her after calming down a few moments later, she quickly brandished her sword in a defensive battle stance with her staff to meet her would-be ambusher.

Before her, a small group of armed men wearing fur cloaks, some of them had a symbol of a.. direwolf emblemed in their leather armor and shields they carry including in the banners too and it appears that they heard her yell of frustration that led them to her.

Oh crap... I shouldn't have yelled out that loud...", Anna blamed herself.

Then, the young woman noticed an older man in his mid-thirties with a long face, dark hair and grey eyes appearing to be the leader of the soldiers from what the clothes with a fur cloak he's wearing that stands out among them accompanied by two young men and a young boy which she believed them to be the man's sons and noticed they carried six direwolf pups. The other two men behind them is an elderly but apparently strong-built man despite his belly and another young man with a smile that she doesn't like it, not one bit when she looked at him.

Before the female Conjurer can say anything or even make a move, the older man spoke in a cold authoritative manner that froze her on spot upon looking at her with suspicion from her... weird appearances. Her robes and a hat including the staff and sword.

"Greetings." said the man as he looked over her appearance, especially the weapons she was holding and her unusual attire/garments for the North, "What business do you have here in the woods?" he inquired. "Hopefully not poaching here, that is against the law."

Author's Note: There ya have it folks, the first chapter of "Conjurer of the North" is done and the next chapter will be updated later on once I got my brain working again lol.

Anna Winterbloom is now in Westeros now and in the hands of the Starks of Winterfell. This takes place several months long before King Robert Baratheon and his royal family and half the court he brought along visited Winterfell a month later.

If you're wondering why I chose a Conjurer instead of other well-known Mage Classes in World of WarCraft, I might have a sort of liking to classic wizards take Gandalf the Grey for example. Their appearances, hats and all, intrigues me especially the female ones (don't take things the wrong way if that what you're thinking, I like female wizards with much modesty in their clothing and I'm a respectable gentleman). Or perhaps I might be sympathetic with the Conjurers being wiped out during the First War and their legacy lives on twenty two years later by the current generation of Mages. But then again too many tragedies had occurred in the universe of WarCraft and I chose the Conjurers of Karazhan.

I'll be thinking on making a stand-alone story of Anna Winterbloom of her own if you like.

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