Leverage


Caledra stared at the young elf who sat down on the chair staring at her. The windows inside the town hall had been opened to get the stench of blood and death out of the building, and the wind mercifully cleared away the stench that had begun to permeate the Town Hall. The sounds outside were a mixture of footsteps in the snow Her heart burst with a variety of emotions each more confusing than the last.

Here was her brother's little girl, safe and sound, and a hundred years old. The last Caledra had seen Talaena, she was clinging to her mother's skirt as Talarian and his family had come to see her become a ranger. An elf, becoming a ranger so late in life was something of an oddity in Elven society. She had been mocked, disowned and met with hostility on her quest. Only Talarian and his family had offered her some sort of refuge from the stream of hate directed at her.

Now he was dead and gone, as Caledra had feared in her heart all along. The loss of Elven life had been immense in the Scourge's assault on Quel'Thalas. Afterward, she had never had the opportunity to return to Quel'Thalas. It would be a place of sorrows and horrors for her now, inhabited by a people who had spurned Alliance help to join forces with the Horde. Even when the bootlicker Lor'themar Theron had graciously 'allowed' high elves to visit the Sunwell, most of the Quel'Dorei had stayed away. Their kin were now the foe, who fought against the Alliance and consorted with Orcs and the Forsaken.

And one of these traitors now sat in a chair in front of her, looking intently into her eyes. Talaena's eyes were rimmed with the green of fel. She was a rogue who had tried to sneak into an alliance encampment and assassinate Erich with her filthy Horde friends. She was a prisoner who had to be processed for information and then sent to the stockades in Stormwind. She was Talarian's little girl who called her Auntie and liked climbing trees with Caledra all those decades ago. This was too much for her to bear now.

Caledra sighed and placed her left hand on her forehead. "Ah, Talaena, what am I going to do with you." she muttered.

Her niece heard that. "What is the matter Aunt? Is everything alright?" Talaena asked, her voice so much like her mother's. Urbina had been a gentle soul, and Caledra wondered what she would think of her precious little child becoming an assassin.

"No, Talaena, It is not. I was just thinking what your mother would say if she saw the two of us right now. Do you have any idea what you have done child?" She raised her head to look at her niece.

Erich had been devastated when he had found Rodrigo's corpse. He had not cried – of course. Humans loved hiding their emotions. He had simply watched the bloodied remains of his friend in mute shock. He just stood there for hours taking in the bloody sight while others came and went in to take a look for themselves. If not for his heavy breathing heard throughout the room, he might as well be a statue. None of them had slept that night. Erich had tried to look for Rodrigo's head over and over again, but never found it. It would seem that the Assassins had taken it for a trophy. Caledra had left with a few Sentinels to move Talaena to the town hall. Now Su'ura Swiftarrow's Sentinels guarded her in her prison.

When she had returned, she had found Erich alone and hunched over the bleeding body, holding a severed arm in his hand. She heard him murmur something about resting in peace, and apologies. What haunted her was the last words he spoke. "You never told me your little girl's name Rodrigo. Now she will grow up without a father. I should have let you leave before we embarked."

"Erich, it is almost dawn." Caledra had reminded him. Ever since handing over Talaena to the sentinels, he had not left the room. Even now he kept holding Rodrigo's arm as a momento.

He looked up, his eyes red. She had been wrong. He had waited until everyone had left before crying. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes. "I am sorry, I lost the track of time. I have work to do." He slowly got up to leave. Outside, the sky began to lighten, the inky blackness slowly giving way to a deep shade of purple.

He was out of the doorway when Caledra said, "The prisoner has been put in custody. She is in the town hall." Erich paused at that.

Without turning back he said, "I just have one question. Why would another elf want to kill me? Or be working with these...Forsaken and goblins for that matter?" He waited for an answer even as he rubbed his eyes.

"The Quel'Dor- I mean the Sin'Dorei have been staunch members of the Horde for the last few years. While we are at open war with the Horde as a whole, the Blood Elves largely keep themselves out of the conflict. This does not mean that lone adventurers or mercenaries might not want to join the war effort."

He snapped back to look at her, all sense of fatigue and sorrow gone from his eyes. "It would seem that I have become embroiled in a war I know very little about. Have Melrick prepare a briefing for me regarding the Alliance and the Horde their goals and dispositions and have it delivered to my room.

"Melrick is dead." She replied in response to his request.

That really caught him by surprise. Erich looked at her dumbfounded for a moment before saying, "How?"

"The assassins seem to have struck the town hall first before moving in on the tavern. Melrick stayed up late and was their first victim."

"I take it they did a similar thing to his remains?" Erich clenched his jaws as he asked.

"Worse." Caledra said. He did not need to know about the half eaten body found by the Sentinels in the dead of the night.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" Erich asked and yawned.

"The prisoner is my niece." She answered.

"I see." Erich sighed. "I suppose this was an awkward family reunion eh, Captain? That takes physical torture and execution off the table. Just make sure she is not in a position to kill or harm anyone else."

"Wait, you will just let her be?" Relief and worry vied for her heart now. Caledra had been dreading telling Erich this. Even the most kind hearted alliance commander would have executed Talaena at the first opportunity. An assassin was an assassin and there was no way around it.

"I indirectly caused a family to be destroyed last night, Captain Dawnbreeze. I would not start this morning by destroying another." Erich smiled sadly. He then continued. "Now, I am going to assume that all of Melrick's duties will be handled by you. We can chalk out a plan about this later." Erich leaned against the wall to hold himself upright.

"Get some sleep Captain. You are in no position to drill the troops today." She made to block his way. The human clearly needed rest.

"Luigi's going to have his hands full. Phillip is waiting for me to jog up and see the dawn breaking over the town." Erich yawned even as he protested.

"I will tell Luigi to drill them without you. Phillip will understand." She spread her arms wide to stop him. The human seemed to have lost his wits. Wandering outside the town when there were Horde assassins on the loose was an incredibly dangerous idea.

Erich just shrugged and went back to his room. After a few minutes, Caledra left the upper floor of the tavern running downstairs to leave the charnel smell behind. She had her work cut out for her.


Talaena stared at her Aunt. She felt tired. The pair of them had not slept a wink ever since last night. Her target had knocked her out, and captured her. When she woke, she had found herself in a well lit room she vaguely recognized the outline of. A pair of Night Elven Sentinels had been keeping an eye on her. On seeing her regain consciousness, one of them ran out to inform someone. Her head had been throbbing intermittently since then.

Unlike most Warriors of the Alliance, the mercenary had been lean and lithe, almost like a rogue. Still, with the pommel of his rapier, he had punched her hard enough that Talaena felt the blow even now. When she had regained consciousness, she had considered running away. After all a single Night Elf would not be too difficult to take down, and the windows had been thrown open. When she got up to subdue the guard, her head shook and she almost collapsed again.

The sentinel returned with three other people. One of them was her aunt. Seeing a family member alive and well, even though she wore an alliance tabard was enough for Talaena to give up any plans she might have made for running away. Truth be told, she really didn't have the gear to make a break for it in the first place. Given the fact that Krog and the Deathstalker already had a head that matched Sylvanas' description, the chance of a rescue was unlikely. The pitfall of living in the shadows was that if you were caught, there was more often than not no escape.

The two others were night elves. The female wore heavier armour than her soldiers, with what seemed like Mithril plate protecting her shoulders and her chest. The male, with all the markings and beards that a druid possessed looked at her with concern. He cast a spell on her that slowly took her pain away, and she felt her head clearing. After an hour, she was as fit and alert as she had been during the time she had been reconnoitring Strahnbrad. Seeing that she was better, the two night elves left.

Her aunt had spent most of the day working at a table, marking documents and trying not to look at her. It seemed like a lot of work, and Talaena had given up trying to talk to her. Caledra would have ignored her. After all, much like father, her aunt excelled at ignoring people when she was working. The Sentinels meanwhile stared at her without much warmth. They were now armed with glaives bows and arrows, and Talaena did not doubt that they excelled at using them. Her chance of escape had vanished.

Around the time the sun began to go west, Talaena's stomach finally began rumbling. In all the action of the last day, she had forgotten that nearly an entire day had gone by since she had last eaten. Hiding meant that cooking fires were out of the question, and she largely had to sustain herself with Zhevra jerky that Krog seemed to have an excess of. For all the perils of being captured, she could at least look forward to food that was warm.

"I am hungry." She said in Thalassian

Her aunt had nodded. "I will get something for you." She said and left the room.

The two sentinels stood by the door and watched her every movement. She walked around for a bit to stretch her legs and took stock of the room. This place was clearly a store room. She could see the place where she had dropped in from the ceiling. The boxes themselves were Alliance supplies. Part of the room was filled with provender like salted meat, cheese and other durable food that would last an army on the march. Another part of the room was filled with iron and steel ingots with some more exotic materials occasionally peppering through. If Talaena had known that the Alliance had stored a large part of their food in a single storehouse, she would have considered setting the Town Hall on fire.

Talaena budged from her more destructive proclivities and plans when her aunt returned with a tray of food with covered plates on it. The Sentinels brought up two pairs of chair each and began to clear the table. She quickly peeked at the books. To her surprise it was an odd mixture. Books about the history of the Alliance, the Horde, intermingled with ledgers and papers that seemed to detail what amount of supplies were being used. The latter made sense. After all, Strahnbrad had all the hallmarks of becoming a major Alliance stronghold.

Their repast had been quick. Starving as she was, Talaena had attacked the portion of roast meat with gusto, forgoing the usage of cutlery to use her hands. The night elves had snickered at her while her aunt looked mortified, but she was hungry. It had a fine toothsome flavour that begged to be relished. Within a few minutes the only thing left on her plate was the slightly charred bone. Now, she busied herself with watching her captors eat.

"They made you a Captain, aunt?" Talaena smiled. Her captivity was going surprisingly well so far.

Caledra stopped eating and paused to pour a drink for the pair of them. "Yes, and now thanks to you I have to work like one as well." She passed a mug to Talaena.

It was filled with frothy beer. Talaena took a sip. The two sentinels stared at her with stares that were not the friendliest. One of them asked Caledra something. Talaena could make out some of the words. She knew that the Blood elves had been originally a splinter sect of Night Elves who had not parted with the gift of magic they had learned at the dawn of their civilisation. To think that with a little bit of effort she could learn a language was surprising.

"They say that this food is wasted on you." Her aunt said.

"I see, would they rather I starve?" Talaena said, staring at the two Night elves. Her aunt translated. One of the night elves looked at her squarely in the eyes and said a couple of sentences.

"They also say that it is not their place to question their superiors. The human must have had his reasons for feeding this food, even though undeserved. Although if her opinion had been taken you would have been given stale bread and water." Caledra said.

"So why would the night elves listen to a human? It seems rather unbecoming of ancient warriors of such pedigree and skill to bow down to a being that will grow old and die in the next few decades." Talaena replied. She did not have high opinions of humans. They were overly muscled, squat and broad faced. They stank, and had too high opinions of themselves for a race that had been handed down everything from their betters.

One of the night elves, with a shade of skin that was pink angrily said something. Her aunt graciously replied, "Any human who stands before a horde of angry ogres in the middle of the night is worthy of a warrior's respect. A human who massacres them with his troops is a person worth listening to. You wouldn't know anything about that would you, little assassin?"

Talaena snorted. "I have seen many warriors, and assassins for that matter who can dust through an army of Ogres." That much was true. She had fought in the Blade's edge mountains and against several clans of marauding ogres on Draenor. A bunch of ogres was not that big of a threat, no matter what the night elf might think. "Maybe you should leave the rural confines of your forest sometimes. The world is a bigged place than you think." She smiled as politely as she could.

The night elf got up and stared at her angrily. Talaena simply smiled. It seemed that she had managed to get under the warrior's skin. Her aunt told her something and she sat down, fuming angrily.

"What did she say, Aunt? Does she want to strangle me for insulting her precious human." Talaena grinned broadly. The drink was beginning to get to her head.

Her aunt stared at her coldly. "Sentinel Melina is right. You are insolent, just as your mother before you. Make no mistake. The only reason why you are not being executed right now is because I pleaded with the human on your behalf. He knows that you and I are family. I have half a mind of letting him know that you are not going to cooperate with us." There was a bit of hurt in her aunt's eyes, her eyes, as she said it. There was also determination.

"You would sell out your own kin for some human's fancies? There's that aunt I know. The Aunt that abandoned her family to be killed by the Scourge." Talaena's smile vanished as she said that.

Her aunt looked at her, her expressive blue eyes filled with hurt. "I fought at the front. I fought throughout the length of Silvermoon to hold back the Scourge. When the sunwell fell, I tried to look for you but our village was full of corpses, most of them walking." She sighed and clenched her fist.

"Make no mistake Talaena. I am an officer of the Alliance, and you are an assassin of the Horde sent to sabotage our war efforts. I wish it were not so, but you and I are enemies. If the order comes, as the ranking Alliance officer here, I will execute you myself. Then I will mourn for the loss of my kin, but I will do my duty. This is what it means to be a member of the Alliance."

Talaena was about to retort when she heard footsteps outside. From the sound of it, the person was walking at a quick pace, and the sounds were getting closer. In contrast to the light steps of the elves, the strides here seemed to be loud as the ringing of a bell. She was not the only one to hear it. Her jailers were already up and about, clearing out the table and standing up by the door. After a few minutes, she heard a knock. The lighter Night elf opened the door.

Her target walked in. Last night he had been half naked and armed with his rapier. Today he was clothed fully, wearing an outlandish garb that made of expensive cloth that had been artfully torn. Some members of Silvermoon's higher society, mostly magisters occasionally wore fashion while throwing balls. Safe within the walls of the ancient city and protected from the elements, they would occasionally dress up as rangers wearing the most expensive mageweave, silk and bits of exotic hides. The human's clothes gave off a similar feeling. With one massive difference. Below his belt, he wore a large piece of ornate leather fashioned in the approximate shape of a member. It struck out to her almost irresistibly. The human's codpiece was designed to bring the attention of everyone to his groin. He looked like someone playing a part in a ball.

In his hand she noticed that he carried a small bag made of linen. It's contents jingled, and sounded like metallic implements and tools. So this was it. The human was going to torture her. She steeled herself to meet his cruel excesses. After all, she had seen what the Scarlet Crusade would do to their own.

Instead the human talked to Caledra for a bit in a strange language. To her surprise, her aunt replied in the language with a fluency that seemed to rival the human's. They two of them looked at her once or twice, her aunt, with sadness and the human with no discernible emotion. After a while he nodded and took a seat, next to her aunt and opposite to her.

"Hello, Talaena Dawnbreeze." The human said, his common spoken with a somewhat mild accent. The tones of his voice indicated that he was someone used to commanding others. "I would apologize if I am I am butchering any names or places." He smiled a pleasant, fake smile.

He put a hand in his bag, and brought out her belt. Everything was neatly put into place. He placed the entire thing before her and brushed his hands over some of her tools. Seeing this human rummaging around the tools she had crafted with so much diligence made her angry. When his hand paused over the titanium bolt, she wondered how pleasant it would be to jam the thing into his throat and watch all the blood spurt out, covering her aunt.

"This gear has been hand crafted from what I can tell. Firstly, I would like to congratulate you for making such exotic devices. These explosives really are quite exquisite." He paused his hand over her titanium bolt again. "This is a quite beautiful work of art. Would you mind if I keep it?"

She snorted at his impudence and his false humility.

"I suppose that was a no. Quite a shame really. I would really like adding it to my collection." He sighed and put his hand underneath a table, bringing out a pistol. He put it on the table next to her kit and yawned. It seemed like a simple enough device, of the kind carried by pirates and rogues, but enormous care had been put into it's maintenance. The barrel, made of bronze glittered like truegold and the wood, polished to a sheen looked exotic on the rough wooden table. The faint stench of gunpowder lingered about the barrel.

"I know, my pistol seems so brutish and savage compared to the elegant tools you no doubt have crafted. However, I do care for it very much. Would you care to give it a try?"

She looked at him, stunned. Was the human telling her to try out his gun? As if anticipating her response, he picked his pistol up gingerly and offered it to her. "Please, take a look. This is a Nuln made flintlock. An object of human ingenuity. What it lacks in exquisite finery, it makes up for in ruggedness and reliability." He pushed the pistol into her hand.

Talaena was surprised. The human had put the pistol into her hand. Holding it, she shook it slightly. It was loaded. The human was mad. He had put a loaded pistol into her hand. Without thinking, she aimed the pistol at his head. The Night elves sprang into action. The pair of them nocked arrows to their bowstrings and pointed them at her. Talaena shouted in common. "Move a muscle and I will do to him, what he did to the goblin."

Her aunt shouted at them and they stopped aiming their shafts as her, although the arrows never went back to their quiver. The human looked like he had been hit by a shaman's lightning spell. "Well, I should have checked if my gun was loaded before putting it on the table." He muttered.

"Talaena, what do you want? There is no escape from here. Give the gun back and we can decide what to do with you." Her aunt shouted at her in Thalassian.

"I think not." She replied in common. "I have a list of demands that I want fulfilled, or I swear by the sunwell, I will blow his brains all over the table."

Her aunt started to retort, but the human raised his hand again. "Please. I don't want to die. Tell me your demands. I will see what I can do." His snivelling voice pleased her to a surprising degree.

"So, you are not so tough after all. After all these Alliance bitches vouched for you, your true colours have been revealed." She gloated.

"W-what did they say about me?" The human mumbled, his grey eyes wide open with terror. If the room had been any warmer, Talaena was sure he would have been sweating.

"Nothing of consequence human, just like your miserable kind. My demands are simple. Firstly. All my gear is to be returned to me. My Aunt will accompany me back to silvermoon, and I want supplies for the two of us for the journey. I have travelled to Outland to find any trace of my relatives, and would like for my aunt to come and live with me, safe from this war. That is all."

The human nodded and said. "I see. You want to kidnap a ranking Alliance officer and take her hostage far away from here, while using Alliance supplies to get away, while holding me as a bargaining chip. Am I right?"

The human's explanation of Talaena's terms infuriated her. The worst part about it was, he was right. Despite the fact that she had a pistol to his head, the human's articulation of her demands was largely correct if lacking in the gravitas she had put in them. She nodded.

"Listen, miss. I am a simple mercenary. I don't think the King of Stormwind would care much if you were to blow my brains out. Captain Dawnbreeze here is the person you should be pointing the pistol to. She is a ranking officer." The human was beginning to tremble.

"As if I would hurt my aunt. No, human. You are quite a valuable bargaining chip. Sylvanas Windrunner herself put a bounty for your head. This makes you an enemy of the Horde, and thus a friend to the Alliance. Having you as hostage is going to do fine. Just fill my backpack up with supplies, disarm my aunt and give me a horse. I will drag you to the edge of alterac and we will part ways there human. No one needs to get hurt. You get to keep that tiny brain of yours in your head, and I can finally be with my family again – or whatever is left of it."

The human exhaled and said. "I am sorry, I cannot do that. Please, miss. Put the gun down. Take a deep breath and we can all calmly walk out of here with our brains still in our skulls." He stopped shaking and began to breathe slowly and steadily.

"You seem to have made a big mistake human. I hold all the cards here. Either you do as I say, or I blow your head off. It is that simple." She held the pistol as firmly as she could in her right hand.

"May I please get up? I have to relieve myself." The human looked at her, his eyes narrowing.

"No. You sit here. Have the sentinels bring you a pot, or piss in your ridiculous manhood covering sheathe. I care not." Her hand hovered on the trigger.

"Please, this is a very expensive outfit. I can't let it go to ruin." The human pleaded desperately – too desperately for her – to escape. In return. Talaena spat on him.

Several things happened almost immediately. The lighter skinned sentinel nocked her arrow, her aunt got up in shock, and so did the human. Reflexively Talaena pressed the trigger. The hammer struck the firing pin. Nothing happened.

Almost immediately, the human backhanded her with his right arm. The blow was extremely vicious, and Talaena fell down along with her chair. Her head struck the hard wooden floor. The pistol had fallen from her hand. Of all the things in Azeroth, she had never expected the human to backhand her with such force. Her head swam from all the hurt. She curled up into a ball trying to protect her head and stomach

A booted foot kicked her side and she rolled over, staring at the ceiling. The human stood over her, his grey eyes now glinting with the same dispassionate stare that she had seen last night. There was not a single drop of empathy in those steel irises. He knelt down by her and drove a knee into her stomach, expelling all the air from her lungs.

He picked up the pistol. "You know, why I called the Nuln Flintlock an example of human ingenuity miss? It is not because of the shot it fires, but because of how it fires. You see," He paused and cleared his throat. "real flintlocks have a problem. They often misfire because of the mechanism that gives them their name. Now, when you pressed the trigger, the hammer hit the firing mechanism, but it was not there. It was here."

He pointed to another pouch at his belt and brought out a small pin. With practised ease he slowly placed it over the place and cocked the gun.

"There, all set and ready to fire. Elegant in it's simplicity is it not? No chance of bad weather spoiling your carefully loaded shot or your pistol exploding in your hands. In a way, the name flintlock is misleading, but I am an old dog and teaching me new tricks is an exercise in futility." As if to drive home his point, he brought the pistol over to her mouth.

"I had not thought you were so delicate and fragile miss. I seem to have drawn some blood. I suppose you more than paid for your spittle aimed squarely on my face." His finger gently touched the side of her face, with a touch so delicate that it would put any of her lovers to shame. He slowly ran his finger along the trickle of her blood and smudged it on his finger.

"Now,open your pretty little mouth or I will have to shoot you in the face." He brought his pistol over her eye. Everything around Talaena disappeared except for the barrel looking down on her. Slowly she complied.

As soon as her mouth had been opened, the human shoved the barrel down her mouth. Talaena struggled for a bit before realising that she did not have the power to dislodge the weapon from the back of her throat. The rest of the room was deathly silent. She glanced around wildly, seeing her Aunt stand behind her with her mouth on her hand. The Night Elven sentinels in contrast stood around impassively.

"Now, miss. Thank you for cooperating. Thanks to you, I know several things I was in the dark about. Would you like to know what they are?" He asked her in a tone reserved for friends and acquaintances. "Blink twice to say yes, or thrice to say no."

Talaena blinked twice. If he was talking he was not going to shoot.

"Firstly, I know that Captain Dawnbreeze here is your Aunt and the only surviving member of your family. Familial relations make the best leverage when threatening someone, often more than their own lives. Keep that in mind next time you are threatening someone." He smiled at her.

"Secondly, I know that far from my humble appearances, my arrival here has caused a great stir. I am a simple man, that plies my skills for money, as no doubt you are as well. I am now an enemy of the horde, and this Sylvanas Windrunner personage is no doubt desperate to put my head on her standard." He sighed and shook his head. "It is always the same thing. Some orc tries to put your skull on his totem pole, or some norscan, and now apparently some she-necromancer. This is getting quite tiresome."

"Thirdly, you will do anything to keep your aunt safe. This gives me leverage." He yawned.

"Now, as far as I see, you have a few options left for you.

Firstly you can do nothing and refuse to cooperate. Sooner or later the snows will melt an entire alliance army will be coming to reclaim Alterac. They treat you as a horde spy and execute you. Lady Swiftarrow suggests this option

Secondly, you can co-operate with us, telling us details about what you about the Horde and it's military might. You might be spared the executioner's axe. Of course, any friends you might have will disown you and you might never be able to return back to your home, with or without your aunt.

And thirdly, you can forsake your old allegiances to the Horde, and become a mercenary. Truth be told, I am vaguely impressed with the fact that you seized my gun and tried to bargain for your freedom and your goal. I am sure I can find a place for you in my motley crew of hardened soldiers and drunkards."

He got up and pulled his pistol out of her mouth. The two night elves stood over her and dragged her up roughly. Talaena's head was still spinning. He saw the human tinker with his pistol and return the firing mechanism back into it's pouch.

He turned to leave. Her aunt followed him with all the gracefulness of a mother hen. He turned to point the gun at her.

"Oh, and Talaena Dawnbreeze. Please do not try to escape. Otherwise I swear by all the gods I hold dear, I will kill your aunt." He clicked the trigger.

The hammer clicked and nothing happened.

The human left the room, with her aunt following him. Their voices intermingled in the hallway. Right now, all Talaena wanted to do was retch.


A/N, A big thanks to TheJackinati275, his correction gave me the idea to write this chapter the way I wrote it.

Machchia, Well humans in warcraft and warhammer react differently to magic. While writing Serra I tried to make it a bit more apparent. The way she uses magic is different from how mages in azeroth use magic.

Aburg76, yeah, Nuln pistols are serious business.

Solarblaster, Ah yes that would get all the good folks at the cathedral of light in a tizzy. I mean if tauren can become paladins because they worship the sun hard enough, A sigmarite can become one because he worships sigmar hard enough.

Rylomakin81, yeah, thank you for all those kind words. It brings me great joy to read people's reviews and the fact that you guys are interested in the stuff I am posting. I uploaded the first chapter here when I had drunk enough rum that it seemed like a good idea.

DIOS de la nada, Warcraft gods are largely neatly aligned to the Chronicles magic chart.

Guest, yeah. That was him.

Karl Franz, How do you like those seductive moves Talaena pulled on Erich?

medchtsia, can you explain what you said?

Guest, easy. Erich's boys are only so many. And they haven't been facing off against major lore characters directly, just adventurers.

Oracle14, I think I am balancing this well enough. When the creative spurt hits me, I tend to do a lot of work.

speaker of babbel, glad you liked it.

LordofBones, well what are you going to do. WoW is an MMO so the story will always resolve around giving players more boars to farm. On an unrelated note, I really hate void elves. Still waiting for my actual high elves to be playable.

CaptnDetergent, it really would not be a warhammer story if a gobbo got his head blown off once in a while.