Disclaimer: I own nothing here but my OCs, World of Warcraft belongs to Blizzard and the Inheritance Cycle belongs to Paolini. This takes place in the however many year time skip between Legion and BFA (I remember hearing somewhere that the skip was two years but idk for sure). Enjoy and feel free to drop a review (or PM me if that's more comfortable).
Edit: hello again, I realize from a review that I never stated what race Myra is. I've now added it, but thank you to the reader who caught it.
Wenowa awoke slowly, eyes fluttering open as sunlight streamed through the windows across her face. She turned her head to the right, only to be greeted with a faint indention on the other half of the bed. 'Of course,' she thought, 'he's always up early.'
The tauren slowly stretched her arms above her head, groaning with relief as the joints finally popped. Standing she grabbed a loose tunic and pants before leaving the bedroom, hooves clicking against the purple tiles. Even after so much time in Dalaran, she still found it odd how the other races preferred stone and metal to wood and earth. Slipping on the clothes she noticed the open doors to the balcony, and the worgen male leaning against the railing.
"Up early as usual I see." Wenowa called as she approached. The worgen turned his head slightly, flaming blue orbs flitting to her before continuing to look out on the floating city of Dalaran.
"I slept enough before I got brought back." He said. "Besides, I was thinking."
"Worrying you mean." Wenowa playfully retorted as she draped her arms behind him in a loose hug, resting her head against his shoulder. "You worry too much Reimar. We're at peace, finally."
"It doesn't matter if we've been at peace for 100 years or one. I'm always worrying about you. About us." Reimar replied in smooth, if accented, Taur-ahe.
"You spoil me, it feels so good to hear my mother tongue." Wenowa laughed, giving Reimar a light peck on the cheek which he returned.
"I hate the ruin the moment," Reimar said, disentangling himself from Wenowa's arms, "but we have to go to work today. We should get ready to meet Myra." He finished, walking into the main house and down the stairs. Wenowa gave a last long look at the purple buildings of the city glinting in the bright sun before she returned to the main hallway. Taking a left turn she entered her armory and looked over the set of armor on the stand.
Unlike most druids, who prefered simple robes and the occasional piece of leather armor, Wenowa's was a set of full black and red leather armor, crafted in the style of the Houjin faction of Pandaren. She'd have to get Hoi something for her next nameday. Wenowa thought as she put on each piece, leather fitting snugly against her skin. Placing the wide brimmed red hat carefully between her horns, she quickly grabbed her Klaxxi glaive, running a finger along its edge. While needless, for the hardened amber of the Mantid rarely needed a whetstone, it was one of many rituals she had picked up from Reimar.
"You ready?" Reimar's metallic voice echoed up the stair.
"Coming." She called back, grabbing the small bag of herbs and potions that she always carried with her in case of emergencies. Descending the stairs she saw the death knight waiting by the door, donned in armor that could not be more different than her own. Where she wore sturdy leather, he wore heavy saronite armor. The deathlord plate was all deep blacks and greens, emitting a sickly green glow. Across his back was the massive curved sword he had taken from the clutches of a doomguard to replace the lost artifact Apocalypse. "Planning on scaring the population of this city half to death again?" Wenowa playfully asked.
"It's in my nature." He replied. "Plus it'll help where we're going." He said as he walked out the door and into the hustle and bustle of Dalaran's streets.
"And where exactly is that?" Wenowa asked, raising her voice to be heard above the crowds.
"The vrykul in Howling Fjord are causing trouble again, likely cause of what happened in Stormheim. We've been tasked with thinning them out a bit and figuring out who's leading them now." He replied, shooting a glare at a passing blood elf probably curios about the strange nature of the duo. The dominance of humans, blood elves, and gnomes made her and Reimar stand out even more, stares and quick glances always directed at them.
Wenowa sighed, most of her face beneath her wide brimmed hat. She couldn't blame them, cross faction relationships such as theirs were very rare, and never between their two races, though they had slowly sloughed off most of their faction allegiance. Not to mention the general animosity between druids and death knights.
That said, even if she disliked the layout of the magocratic city and some of its citizens, Wenowa could not deny that most of its people reminded her of her old home in Thunder Bluff. People scurried about their business, snippets of conversation flying through the air like birds through a forest. The tauren was snapped from her musings by a tap of a metal gauntlet on her shoulder. "Stay here, I'll get Myra." Reimar whispered from behind his deathlord plate helmet, walking towards the secluded patch of grass where followers of the Church of the Holy Light prayed. By the time Wenowa processed what was said Reimar was already entering the area, worshippers parting around him with looks of horror and unease as they moved closer to their small alters.
She was certain that this would not end well.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Myra sat in the lush grass, eyes closed as she hummed a simple prayer to the Light. She was young for a priest, newly elevated to the clergy when the Legion invaded Azeroth. 'Light.' She thought. 'You have set before me many hardships, and yet I have endured. But I sense that new conflict is coming. Please, give me the resolve to to mend the wounds between others preserve the peace you won for us.' The human girl ended her informal prayer and slowly placed her small figure, a miniature Narru, back into the small bag besides her.
"BOO!" A metallic, dead voice shouted behind her as an equally chilling hand grasped her shoulder. Myra shrieked and tumbled forward, eyes shooting open. She jumped to her feet in a panic, only to see Reimar rolling on the ground, howling in laughter as her fellow worshippers shot withering glares at the worgen.
"Damn you Reimar!" She shouted, calming her racing nerves. "Can't you just tap my shoulder like a normal person?!"
"I could, but where's the fun in that?" He asked, picking himself off the ground with continued chuckles.
Myra scowled in response, grabbing her staff, made of simple white wood and toppled with a small clear crystal. "Lets just go already." She said as she left, mouthing an apology to the people around her before walking towards Wenowa standing at the edge of the area. "It's good to see you though." She said with much more warmth as did her best to hug the tauren who towered above her.
"Likewise." Wenowa said, returning the embrace. "Reimar, lets go before you start a fight here. Again." She deadpanned as said worgen trudged back and they resumed their walk.
"That paladin insulted me. He deserved it. That bastard just wanted…" He continued to mutter to himself as Wenowa filled Myra in on their mission.
Ten minutes later the trio arrived at their destination: the Violet Gate, the main portal hub open to members of both the Alliance and Horde. Pushing their way through the crowds, the group eventually found a mage who was not busy. The thin human saw them and quickly gestured them over. "Greetings. How may I be of service to you today?"
"We need one portal to Kamagua, Howling Fjord, Northrend." Wenowa replied.
"...All three of you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the druid.
"Yes. Is that inconvenient to you?" Reimar growled.
"N-no. No problem at all." The man replied hastily. "I'm just a simple portal mage, now follow me." He hurried up the stairs until he came to an empty room. "Here we are. Now, stand in front of me while I prepare the spell." He said as he stretched his hands out, purple arcane energy coalescing around them. As the group stood before him the energy around his hands flashed and was momentarily replaced with bronze and silver colors, before returning to their natural purple.
"Um, what was that?" Myra asked.
"It's fine, arcane has been a bit finicky since Dalaran moved above the Broken Isles." The mage quickly assured them.
"Then why don't we just-" Reimar was cut off the as portal began to form in front of them, though nothing on the other side could be seen. However, as the adventurers prepared to step into it, it vibrated violently, once again becoming twinged with silver and bronze.
"That's odd… give me a moment." The mage muttered, furrowing his brow as he redoubled his efforts and the magic around his burned brighter.
"No wait I don't this this is a goo-" Reimar protested before the portal began to extend towards them, now shaking even more violently and fluctuating between its healthy purple and the silver spreading across it. With a loud crack the portal and adventurers disappeared, the mage thrown backwards into the stone wall. Standing up the thin human realized what had just happened: he had, through no fault of his own he could identify, just created an unstable portal that had sent three of Azeroth's prized adventurers to Light knows where.
"I'm so fucking dead." He gasped as he rushed towards the Violet Citadel to find Khadgar.