Day 1, Year 615-King's Calendar, Canals, Stormwind City, Eastern Kingdoms.
Elysia and Logan felt their insides being thrown around while they were traveling at five times the speed of light, blasting their way through multiple dimensions. Somehow, they managed to keep their breakfast down and were relieved as a full body brace began to strap itself around their body. Immediately after they were braced, the machine jolted to a complete stop, throwing the body braces forward a couple inches and causing the two riders to groan in agony. Slowly, the braces opened up, and the two agents fell onto their knees, breathing hard and clutching their stomachs.
"I don't think I will ever get on a helicopter again after that experience," Logan says, chuckling at Elysia's frazzled look and messy hair.
"I don't think I will LOOK at another helicopter after that shit," she replies with a snort, glancing at their surroundings. They were in the canals right outside of the Trade District, their equipment suddenly appearing before them. They found 10 magically enhanced bags with the weapons, and they proceeded to pack up their gear before they ducked their way in a closed building and pulling out the lore books. After finding the map of Stormwind during Warcraft III, Elysia and Logan compared it to the map in their bag.
"This looks like it is before Cataclysm, but I can't figure anything else out, just be prepared for a fire-breathing dragon just in case Onyxia is on the throne" Logan whispered, pointing to the Keep. Elysia was about to mention that he was more experienced with fire when the sound of commands being shouted stopped her. The door flew open and over twenty Stormwind guards swarmed them, disarming them and handcuffing them. Then their commanding officer strode in, shocking both of them.
"So, a blood elf and a human meeting in an abandoned building? In my city, nonetheless?" King Varian Wrynn said in a deep baritone voice.
"Well, that tells us when we are for sure!" Elysia quips, causing Logan to chuckle.
"King Varian Wrynn, what a pleasure to meet you. My name is First Lieutenant Elaidien Sunharrow and this is my Deadly-At-One-Thousand-Yards-And-Badass-War-Hero Corporal First Class Lothaecan Brazier," she replies, smirking when Logan groans in annoyance, "If it is possible, could we have a moment with you...in private?" she asks with a firm commanding tone, knowing that if she appears nervous, it could be construed as guilty.
Varian studies them for a minute, sizing them up and determining whether they were a threat or not. With his mind made up, he nods his head and sends all but his own personal bodyguards back to their patrols, the door slamming shut behind them. "Now, tell me why you are here, First Lieutenant Elaiden Sunharrow." Wrynn says, while his five guards formed a wide, semi circle behind him. The positions giving them just enough room to neutralize any threats, while also leaving little room for escape.
"Very well then," Elysia said as she began to tell Varian the fabricated story of their travels. They were two refugees from an alternate universe. Since they were much more technologically advanced, They had annihilated the Burning Legion on Argus, bringing an end to the world-dominators. After they returned home, they were approached by their universe's Nozdormu who told us to come here and save them.
"Your story is interesting to say the least. We know how powerful the Legion is as we had beaten back the Legion twice now. Not without heavy casualties unfortunately. Your gear is quite advanced to what our blacksmiths have ever created. Part of me wants to just throw you to my guards and forget you existed. Having them slowly torture every bit of information out of you. Yet another part is a lot louder, and telling me not to. The latter part has saved me many times, so I will allow you to continue with your plans unharmed, but heed my advice, if you threaten our own world, Stormwind's justice will be swift and final." Varian said, glaring intensely at Elysia before his guards led him back to the keep.
"Ok, we need to get out of here and get all the other leaders together. As much as I love this city, I don't feel like being sent to the gallows." Elysia said as they gathered their equipment and set off for the Keep.
Upon reaching the gates, Logan spotted Jackson 'admiring the beautiful stone wall' and pulled out the UIA, activating it and creating a quest.
"Upon arriving here, we were packing up our equipment when King Varian Wrynn and his guards ambushed us. We told him the fabricated story that we agreed upon. Elysia and I have agreed upon a plan of action. We are going to split up and leave letters to the leaders of both the Alliance and the Horde to meet us. It will happen tomorrow so in two days, inform us of any changes to the lore."
After reading the quest and nodding his confirmation, he disconnected from the game, his character teleporting to a random location to "sleep". Pulling out a stack of parchment, the two began to write the letters they were to deliver.
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner,
If you would like to avoid the annihilation of what remains of Quel'thalas as well as the death of all the Forsaken, be at Dalaran, Northrend tomorrow at dusk. Bring Regent Lord Lor'Themar as well. You should leave behind Nathanos Blightcaller as he will cause serious problems that will make our efforts futile. You are free to bring your Dark Rangers though.
Your only hope,
E.S.
Go'el, Son of Durotan, Warchief of the Horde,
The elements call for your help. If you, Vol'jin of the Darkspear Tribe, and Cairne Bloodhoof of the Tauren, do not come to Dalaran, Northrend tomorrow at dusk, Azeroth will be completely wiped from existence with no hope of survival.
Your only hope of survival,
E.S.
Lo'Gosh, The Ghost Wolf, High King of the Alliance,
The lives of your son, your people, and your world are in danger of inevitable annihilation. Have Gelbin Mekkatorque, High Tinker of Gnomeregan, Malfurion Stormrage and High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, Leaders of the Night Elves, and yourself to Dalaran, Northrend tomorrow at dusk.
Your savior,
L
"Okay, since you have more experience with Elven and Horde lore in general, you should be responsible for the Horde faction. Logan began, glancing at Elysia, getting a nod of agreement in return, "Meanwhile, I'll get the Alliance to meet with us so we can inform them of their impending doom. I'll see you in Dalaran soon." Logan said, looking over at Elysia for a response.
"I agree, we should head out now. Meet back at Dalaran in twenty-four hours and we will discuss what to do before they arrive." She said, packing up her things and creating herself a portal to Undercity's entrance while Logan stayed behind. Taking his weapons and aiming at a a spot on the wall, going through his routine of gun positioning as well as the reload sequence and weapon switch. After a few minutes of this, he left to find a place to leave the letter.
After walking through the corridors of Undercity, weaving her way through the crowds of people by the bank, and waiting next to the flight master, Elysia pulled out the letter she was to deliver. Realizing that Sylvanas would only listen to a select few people, she had decided to search for Dark Ranger-General Clea and having her deliver the letter.
Scanning the platforms, it wasn't long until Elysia's eyes fell upon the undead elf, who was striding her way towards the upper platforms. Pulling her black Balaclava back onto her face, she prepared to strike. When the Dark Ranger was within Elysia's reach, Elysia grabbed the elf and blinked the two of them to a couple of boxes, clamping a hand over her mouth and quickly disarming the deadly elf before she retaliated. Tying the Elf's hands behind her back with some arcane rope, she guided her down to the cold city floor, before squatting down to meet the Dark Ranger's eyes. "If you want your queen and your sisters to survive, you will listen to me very closely. I am not your enemy and only want to prevent the destruction of this world. I am going to remove my hand from your mouth, if you scream, I will have no choice but to grant you true death and massacre the Forsaken. I am quite overpowering if you couldn't tell." She quipped, gesturing to her weapons strapped to her back and belt. "Am I able to move my hand?" she asked.
Clea closed her eyes before nodding her head. She was pissed at being taken by surprise, but was intrigued with what her attacker had said. Her Queen and sisters were in danger? When she felt the hand leave her mouth, she opened her eyes to her attacker.
No one was there. Instead, a letter had been left on the floor about three feet in front of her. Hurriedly, Clea collected the letter and all but ran to her Queen.
"My Queen, I must speak to you in private." Clea said in her ethereal undead voice. "Immediately."
Sylvanas raised an eyebrow at her Dark Ranger-General's abnormal commanding tone.
"Please, my Queen, it is dire." Clea corrected herself before being beckoned to a separate set of chambers. When the two undead elves were alone, Clea told her about the encounter with her attacker, hanging her head in dejection when she got to how easily she had been taken off guard. Sylvanas, knowing her Dark Rangers were some of the most skilled warriors on Azeroth, was shocked at the story. Someone had defeated her best warrior in mere seconds? Shaking her head, she placed her hand under the elf's chin and lifted her head to meet her gaze. Clea pulled out the letter that had been left behind by Elysia and handed it to Sylvanas.
Opening the letter and skimming through its contents, Sylvanas felt a tangle of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
Fear and sadness.
Fear at the new threat to her people and sadness at being reminded of her failure to protect her Elven Kingdom.
"Gather your sisters and meet me at the translocation orb tomorrow at noon. We have a meeting to attend." Sylvanas said, before quickly dismissing the elf, not wanting anyone to witness her meltdown. When she was alone, she leaned back against the cold damp wall of her chambers and slid down to the ground, tears rolling down her cheeks before turning into dust. Memories of her failure flashed through her mind, her chin trembling at a certain image that forever fucked her life, and death, up. When Frostmourne buried itself into her chest and turned her into the Banshee Queen she now was. She shook her head to clear her mind and stood up from the floor and released an unnecessary sigh, before striding back into the throne room, her mind still turning the meeting over in her head.
What the hell was going on?
