Reviews:

Guest 1: It's always good to play the role of your opponent when you have a listening audience to address their doubts and form evidence from their POV that works to convince them of a arguement (of course this requires intellect and the ability to emphasize and willingness to talk to your opponents rather than screech them down)

Guest 2: Even when you factor all the Nations ignored by both CA and GW, it just looks all the worse. Tilia is owned by whoever has the most money, Estallia might be considered to be ruled by men, but they are also dominated by their own version of the elements of the Empire that are currently looked down on IE the Inquisition and the Cult of Myrmidia taken to almost inhuman extremes. Ind is ruled by 1,000 gods, Nippon by Oni and a Sun Emperor who mysteriously cannot die, Khuresh by Nagga, and i forget their names but the Islands south of Nippon by Pigmies and well short people aren't human ;) :D :P

Guest 3: Both Guys have kids from before they were crowned and before they were married...but one was just little better than a soldier, the other actually took the time to learn from others and just so happened to have the best personality disposition possible for statescraft.

Guest 4: It's a hardship both sides are going to have to comprehend, as one side has a "Absolute order across all the cosmos" and the other has "My God gave me a quickie last week, his god kicked our ass the week before that, and those Gods are assholes."

Guest 5: Yeah considering word of God from GW says that the Empire's Industrialization basically makes them better at mass production than Cathay, a nation with a questionablly massive population thats all living in absolute harmoney with people who comparatively don't have to deal with the absolute tide of BS the Empire has to deal with, its actually rather interesting to see how far ahead of everyone the Empire really is, and figuring out how it came to be they are behind...such as the mystery of Estallia's muskets and how they have those and the Empire doesn't, or how Kislev has such an absurd amount of handguns.

Guest 6: To quote the greatest musical ever. "If it bleed we can kill it, she discovered the key, there is proof we can wound it, so repeat after meee. If it bleed was can kill it! (if it bleeds we can kill it) we will now take a stand (we will now take a stand) we can bring down this bastard (we can bring down this bastard) if we stick to the plaaaAaan! (if it bleeds, if it bleeds) If it bleeds we can kill it.

Guest 8: Whaaaa? ;)

Guest 9: Hoooi Boi I wonder i wonder.

MEleesmasher: Honestly it's hard to find a fiction ruler who is better that is has a strong display of why he or she is better. most the "better" ones i find don't have to actually display skill and just have a all around better state and more compliant followers.

Madara95: That he is.

WarNob123: Down, down boi *cracks whip* and on to questions.

1) considering some of the more...authoritarian, implications from the Naaru in Legion and BFA as of late they might just try to crossover and start a following.

2) No, simply I don't have a real place for them.

3) Well High Elves think they solo'd WW2 and Britain didn't do shit, and the Slaan well it's not in the Great Plan we know what their preprogrammed response to that is.

Hakuryuu: I don't have much I can answer there. BUT Nordland should give a decent hint as to the current date. Volkmar i just couldn't fit into this chapter without dramatically lengthening it since the Draenei are basically blind benevolent cults (see benevolent dictator for alt-Dreanor) and the Unersreik Five i know a lot better than Gotrek and i had been debating them making a showing but the dates don't yet match up.

OscuroSignore-51: On that first point Azeroth actually has displayed a whole slew of gods...they're just not reliable. The Wild Gods for example are the reason both for Druids but also for Centaurs and basically require constant ass saving. The Naaru are the Naaru and i'll point out some details there in a moment. The Titans well Sargeras and multiple "lets blow up the world" devices...yeah...them dicks. The Old Gods and the Void Lords who we pray Blizzard will do justice for in future DLC. And as of Shadowlands the BS in Shadowlands, some of which is awesome but stuck behind the pecks of one of the all time worst villains of Blizzard.

But yeah, their Gods are there and constantly active, their just sort of shit. But, and this brings me to the Naaru, thet much more readily give power, like apparently 100% of Azeroth's population is so uber mega magical (despite in unverse statements otherwise) BUT the classes and everything else shows that this power is tied to these other entities with only Arcane magic being one people innately can have. Otherwise the power of the Light is more or less triggered by the Naaru and once they do that they're your perpetual sugar daddy for magic, though once unlocked you can start accessing mana and expanding yourself from there. Which the Naaru aren't directly powerful, but they are as powerful as greater daemons but show that power more by being magical sugar daddies since the six great powers, Order, chaos, life, death, light, and void don't give a fuck and dont in any way directly share with mortals. *cough* chaos gods better gods*cough*. But through that "system" Azeroth's by default is going to have a lot more capable people, even if the powers they call it from are themselves worthless and absolutely incompetent to the point of being a detriment...or in the Naaru's case are a bunch of spirit rapists who possess (enter) people without their consent. Remember ladies It's not rape if your a glowy good guy chandelier. ;)

also ill give Warhammer's Gods another point, Sigmar is so hot and chad that Elune would totally simp for him.

DeadliestFan: Yeah no i don't ascribe to either of those theories as from a historical community perspective they are both reductive of some very mutlifaceted gradual developments and both operate off the assumption that leaders and people of one era or another were entirely stupid to the point of suicidally so. The US military still USES formations for battlefield situations and some of them are one hip thrust and lowered trousers away from a gang bang. But that's because the nature of WHAT a formation is, a Formation is defined as system of arranging soldiers to maximize use of their skill and weapons.

A good example is honestly one you pointed out, Japan, the Samurai were the first people in Japan to adopt the use of Guns and were masterful in its use. they maximized loose formations, ambushes, and absolutely destroyed their state military counterparts...until Americans came and trained the stati's conscripts in European line formations. the reason why the Europeans used line formations when Muskets and early rifles were a thing wasn't because "musket is a bad weapon, bow better", Muskets were actually about as accurate as bows even and required far far less training and practice to use effectively. This allowed states to replace their professional soldiers with cheap conscripts, however historically this actually forced them to adopt denser formation which europe had been moving away from before the introduction of mass produced guns because Conscripts were prone to dropping their guns and running away in a panic.

But when put these barely trained idiots shoulder to shoulder to other men they were both easier to train and to keep in line, and once increasingly professional soldiers were reintroduced looser and looser formations started to make a return. Quality of both arms and Soldiers allows for loose formations, where a state will throw away as many lives as it needs to so long as the soldiers stay and fight, a good modern example being thr Iraq-Iran war of the 1980s where soldiers fought in trench warfare, complete with "when the whistle blows you go over the top" as tanks dueled in no mans land, MiGs flew over head and ICBMs brought new horrific chemical weapons down into the trenches. And this horrific truth is because another historical reality, (one that the Azerothean people are magically immune to) the army that panics and runs is the one that loses, regardless of if they had the higher K/D ratio, better DPS, or held better terrain.

And to counter "machine gun go brrt" A good arguement on that regard is the Horror of historically accurate Grape Shot used in canons, yet everyone was still using block formations, two Cannons firing Grapeshot would have a far more leathal and far more horrorific effect on those formations than a ww1 machinegun with a full belt (there is an amazing video on youtube look up senate square broken up by grapeshot or Brandon F's A terrible Hailstorm thumbnail). Those two canons will get a formation to break and run a whole lot faster than a machinegun sweeping down the front ranks of a block formation, and even if you spread those men fully out into the full modern patrol formation they wouldn't have held any longer if not break far far sooner, to point that out notice the rebel civilians and when they broke and 1 to 2 weeks training (first guy to run in the route that was the case) with a rifle is all that seperates soldiers of the era and civilians...unless you were a chad like the British or a fucking inane lunatic like the Americans. Because the quality of soldiers at the time was well... shit, with British Light Infantry being the Navy Seals of the era and those soldiers being less disciplined and less trained than the Big Red 1, or Marines the us used in WW2 who all early into that war used blocks of wood rather than guns for training.

but those British Light Infantry pioneered the formations that is now the formation every major modern military trains it's soldiers to use when out on foot patrol, and they used it to devastating effect vs Naeopolian in Spain, but they could only do so because they were men who were well disciplined (for the time) and had plenty of experience with the gear they were using. Quality provides opportunity for better formations, where technology provides for a cheaper solution with lower quality.

ON TO THE NEXT! Your arguement about cav...well that makes little sense why it got thrown in since most of it's a blatant obvious fact of historic study. BUUT

1) people use what they have, and if you don't know your enemy inside and out why would you assume they can use magic to counter cavalry, or even think to magic counter cavalry if you come from a world where no one uses it even when they could have used it to great benefit. ANND

2) Cavalry is "still used" in effect today, we call it tanks, transports and IFVs. filling out three respecitve Roman Era roles (heavy cav, mounted infantry, and light cav) even if this is a loose comparison.

I would fucking love to see that deep dive. please please please I've been looking but the best anything ive seen has been lackluster, cut in half or worse with the rest all missing! it fucking sucks and I know I'm working blind in some areas.

There's a point i want to also touch on you sort of touched on here first, but then went elsewhere so Ill get back to that one after hitting up this. As for the magic bit 1) the whole "our warriors are magic bit is BS" and I hate that because it's tie in with the bit I'm getting to later, but also thanks to Blizzard 2) As i pointed out to OscuroSignore-51 in a defense of Azeroth, their deities and other beings are all basically magic Oprah "you get magic abilities, you get magic abilities, you get magic abilities" where one of the plot points of a certain magic city that accepts a Legion summoning dumbass into its ranks but rejects Jaina Proudmoore, not everyone can be a Mage, but as with my own thing, and the Troll Wars example and the annoying WoW gameplay is lore (nevermind the life story of a certain King who fans threw a bitch fit when his characters life story superceded their gameplay) it took 100 mages trained by the premeir magic user of a era who would go on to train the Warcraft equivalent of Moses the special cheat code auto win wars vs trolls character. To achieve battlefield effects a single Battlemage can do, now thats the give and take, a single battle mage is more unstable and takes longer to train...in the Empire, Chaos thats a whole other animal as some dudes with minutes of experience can achieve even greater feats...but it's chaos.

The tech side. yeah Stormwind could indusrialize first...but they aren't even trying. where the Empire IS in the midst of doing so. Word of God Empire Industrialization actually means that the Empire has far more guns and everything else than Cathay, despite Cathay having 100 blacksmiths to every 1 the Empire has. and as part of my annoyance with that whole thing, if gnome machine guns were so common, dont you think the Warrior class wouldn't be a thing anymore and just been replaced by Paladins and guys who can self heal.

Which goes on to adventurers...meh i can buy the "thousands" thing because and i finally get to bring up my little rave. I call it the problem of "the Legendary" Im pretty sure you can think of at least a time where almost everyone with a lvl60 warrior had at least one piece of Legendary gear on their character if not in their bag or bank. Yet "The sword of super-mega-ultra-dude" must not be all that impressive if some thousand dudes are walking around with it and they can be beat by a mob of drunken sailers weilding not Legendary weapons. So lets apply some logic, get a full server. Every instance and Raid can only be completed once, maybe twice because how drop rates work and looking at skills and abilities, even at level 60 most adventurers start to become rather unimpressive as what's rare and above actually start to reflect their namesakes and "Unique" items actually become one of a kind, and then the correlated stat drops and everything else becomes far more pronounced and noticeable...unless your playing PVP where everything is "evened out" but we know that's BS. adventurers are powerful and impressive, BUUUT Hakuryuu also points out a decent counter arguement in his comment, the Unersreik Five who are all common to lesser examples of their respective classes in Warhammer. are they toe to toe? I'd say fuck no, but are they closing that gap? yes.

and I ignored the logistics thing because you covered it well, but on a personal note I never show any favor to anyone who lives off of this for a population, thats why i absolutely despise the Eldar, by basic math if you divide a population even in the trillions by half 100 times you're left with far too few to fight a battle, let alone a war with mass casualties. Although the Empire inany books is shown having supply chains and taking logistics into consideration, they just never have the logistics camp featured on the battlefield unless plot demands it get destroyed.

Guest who always responds to DF: All good points, Part of why i always use quotations around the "naturally live past 100" on the Warhammer humans pointing out their similarities and diffrences from real world humans is because everyone whose lived past like 50 or 60 (on a named character sense) has come into contact with magic or has access to magic users who can sell them life extention potions and perform life extending rituals on them. So there is a huge pool of non-combat magic users in Warhammer, however the whole thing is a bit moot since it's instead the nature of both world's magics and their uses in battle that creates the divide, Warhammer's magic having a innate dice roll risk to it which only slightly grows with bigger scarier spells will almost always favor the formation destroying/formations turning into demi-gods (fucking ELVES and their FUCKING banners I'll get you keaton for wiping 200 Cathayan soldiers with a single fucking spell while same turn making your spearmen invulnerable to fucking everything!...ehem almost lost my cool there) Where WoW favors quick easy combat spells with more mobility and utilitarian aspects, some of which tend to blend the line between combat spell and something that can be made use of for everyday purposes. Niether are incompatible, nore are either the same and both leave some fairly notable gaps. such as it taking 100 mages to cast what one bright wizard baytle wizard can do, but those mages only taking a month to train and even that being longer than was necessary because trolls aren't entirely incompetent...entirely...fucking Blizzard give the Trolls a fucking break the poor things are traumatized by the mere presence of your writers already.

BUUT that whole difference ties again into the Pantheon difference with WoW's pantheon giving out anything other than arcane magic like Oprah gives away money in her TV show. So with the exception of Arcane anyone who looses contact with their sugar daddy should like Arthas in OG Warcraft 3 just lose their power entirely. Of course I also suspect that since Blizzard oddly put Arcane in the Order side if the patheon, despite arcane not being from Order or handed out by the Titans, the Titans probably put some preset limits into their creations when using Arcane, like the secret preset kill limit where titan forged will self destruct if they kill too many foes, allowing the Old Gods to throw wave after wave of their own men to die by the titan forged until they hit that kill limit.

Guest 7...who might be responding to Guest who always replies to DF?: Chaos doesn't, but Magic while tied to the Winds of Magic which comes out from the realms of magic, isn't a product of Chaos but rather Chaos is a product of it...one which then the Old Ones fucked up by trying to invade their turf like some Lizard Titan dumbasses who were too big for their own britches and wanted to try and solo the void on their own.

Also LORD Tarriff of the realm of the You Tubes has confirmed Sigvald now works for Blizzard.

Alex j. White: Whaaaaaat Chaos causing trouble with portals? Never. They're Good villains who open up lairs for Adventurers to go to looting all their stuff.

My odd Guide to extra Warhammer resources

Now I'm in no way saying "these are necessary to understand what im doing" or a anything even remotely similar. However there are some "non-cannon" fan resources I'm going to, until GW provides otherwise to fill gaps or to decry these resources, use them for the world some might not even see play in this particular story, at least one of these codexes I'm using is no longer valid as of Total War Warhammer 3, but for any other story purposes, and for any off shoots i might do these will be making use of these resources.

First.

The warhammer Armies Project 9th ed codexes. I played Cathay extensively under this system and loved the hell out of it, particularly when dueling against the longer ranged muskets of Estallia, or when clashing with Nipponisse Samurai. All of these resources provide just a little extra to the world beyond the offical rp books and GW's foresaken codexes ("YOU MANIACS! YOU BLEW IT UP! DAMN YOU, GOD DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!") But it certainly helps particularly when interacting and filling in many of the places that we might have a brush or reference to.

Second.

To cover at least one spot that is weirdly missed by the Warhammer Armies Project I'll be using the Brood of the Naga Queens/ Warhammer Fan Concept: Hinterlands of Khuresh found on WorldAnvil. Again while it's very unlikely, particularly on the Alliance side that this will even find any spotlight time in the story i wanted to both point these resouces out and let you all know these are on my table.

Missed Concept from the coop for alliance.

I caught myself and noticed last time i missed the Worgen. So before I consider continuing this thought experiment I figured I'd cover them.

Worgen would be the mobile DPS mini-faction. So the Worgen would sacrficie any defensive structures instead for some defensive call downs, Traps, feral pack etc, Meanwhile their line forces will have a mix of varient troops from the Stormwind Kingdom having Footmen, Priests and mages, but will also have Huntsmen (riflemen with some tarpitting abilities), Carriages which would be move and shoot skirmish units with multiple huntsmen inside, "basic" Worgen high damage, high speed, decent HP expensive infantry, Worgen Predators stealthy more assassination friendly Worgen, Worgen Druids who focus on buffing fellow Worgen, and a Worgen hero who would buff non Worgen to keep the playstyle flexible between the two.

In The Sun

Avenah woke with a start, nearly leaping out from under her covers and toppling out of the fine bed in which she lay. Here as the Draenei collected herself the wooden carvings of a Wolf and a Lion looked down upon her tangled in the blue sheets of her bed.

"ohhhh." She groaned trying to pull herself up, but struggling in the dim lighting. No stones responded to Avenah's magic call, and no lights started themselves leaving her to blindly rummage around the room until her eyes adjusted and the innate light within her allowed the Draenei to finally see.

She did not recall climbing into bed, but now here she was. The room itself was small but on inspection luxurious even compared to what she was typically used to. Wood carvings the likes of Master's decorated all the furniture. The walls had various paintings ranging from battle scenes, to almost unbelievable landscapes, and various men and women including one oddly out of place seeming man who wore a ornate red cape, grand golden crown, but his muscular body otherwise was left naked showing off a peek masculine form that even she couldn't help but appreciate save a almost savage loin cloth made of a wolf's pelt. The man looked bored sitting on a stone throne with some sort of goblin in a gesture hat a short distance away and holding a grand hammer, one Avenah was certain she knew.

"Good morning my lady! Up and, oh good your already awake. Well I guess it's time we go over your itinerary for the day. First..." The woman who barged in stopped as Avenah held out a hand while clasping her head, the torchlight in the hallway now giving her a headache.

"Where am I?" The Draenei asked.

"Oh you're one of those. Hmmph, I've had a few people who after a night of hard spirits wake up confused. In fact I once had a Kislevitte think I was his wife and try..." Again Avenah cut the woman off.

"I don't drink, too many bad experiences." The Priestess of the Light insisted.

"Well tell that to the men who dragged you in here last night." The woman countered with a smirk as, after lighting various lamps in the room, she stood Avenah up and started pulling out dresses and holding them up to the Draenei before going to try the next.

"Last night? Wait what, what happened last night? NO the Royal Court!" The Draenei suddenly panicked, only to be stopped by the woman in front of her once again.

"Yes the Royal Court I'd say. You have a way of dragging things on, my feet were starting to hurt towards the end thankyou very much. Now let's take a look at these from the back side...oh you don't happen to have a husband or suiter back home do you?"

"Wait what? So why can't I...no i don't have anyone at home why should that...what is this?" Avenah asked as she turned around presenting her back to the woman and her odd treatment with the dresses.

"Well then, maybe we should have something that shows off some of those assets shall we." The woman stated with a frightening cheer. "Oh if only you were a human woman I'd have those men regretting they were wearing trousers!"

"What happened last Night at court!?" Avenah demanded forcibly.

"You really can't hold whatever liquor they gave you then." The woman stated with a sigh. "Well I wont spoil any of the details, but your lot presented yourselves admirably enough to earn yourselves official recognition at least enough that you're allowed to stay about and try to interact with the Nobles. Which by the way on your Itinerary for today we have an informal meeting period where any of the Nobility willing to see you will accelt you into their offices, then ball recital to see followed shortly after by a party hosted by Archduke Adelbert von Bögenberg, whom as words of advice you must get in good with if you intend to stay in this city for a extended period of time as he rules Reikland when the Emperor is away, oh and I hear that both the Emperor and Graf Holzkrug will be in attendance."

"But what about last night? and who even are you?" Avenah asked, feeling embarrassed for not asking that before.

"Oh I thought they...right you wouldn't have remembered. I am Lady Gertrude, while you are here in Altdorf i shall serve as you and your other lady companion's Governess of social etiquette and as your Court Lady by indirect order of the Emperor, and provided by the good Duke Helborg's graces." The woman explained Once again turning Avenah around and presenting two dresses to choose from.

"And last night?"

"Well I'll try to help you remember. See when you first entered the Royal Court I was so supprised to see such a youthful and pretty face on such a exotic creature but I was most certainly not expecting..."

The Night before, but miles away...

"My sire, I return to you, one more to stay at your side as a loyal woman ought." The voice purred like a cat, yet held all the warmth of a venomous snake's smile.

"I can see that Alya. What did Yosef Vozhd grow tired of you suckling at his tit? Your sister is dead and you come crawling back to me like the parasite we all knew you to be." The rage in Aleksandr's voice carried through the chamber as the Vampire rose from his throne.

On the other side of the chamber distant from the Vampiric rage hid away Abram, the Necromancer had made some headway with these souls but not nearly enough. New secrets of the Dark Arts dwelled within their memories but just beyond his reach and beyond his comprehension. And that fool Aleksandr had refused to kill any more of the prisoners, instead he fed them, spoke to them, treated them as if they were more worthy than the very Necromancer who labored ceaselessly for his benefit!

"My Lord. If I may." Abram began setting aside his work, tired of the Vampire wench's attempts to regain her abandoned master's favor.

"What is it now Abram." His Master's contempt was thicker than usual today.

"Have her prove herself, have her gorge on a slave then feed upon her until there is little left." Abram suggested, knowing the only slaves in the fort were the current prisoners.

"Oh is that all Abram?" Aleksandr was suddenly at the Necromancer's side, covering the distance of the entire chamber in a single step."Fine she will drain every last drop of your dry worthless blood, and i shall be sure to puke it back out!"

Abram was in the air, a claw digging into his throat, blood already streaming down his Master's arm as the Necromancer choked. His legs kicking uselessly. "Maybe then I can finally get a true use out of you, you pathetic worm, you maggot eating away at my grandure!"

Looking down Abram watched as she smoothly slid across Aleksandr's arm, sensually running her fingers along his muscle. "Please, my truest love, don't waste our time with him. Im certain we can find another way to prove myself to you." The grip slackened, and eventually painfully and with much lost blood Abram feel to the floor now gasping at the air and applying dirty rags to the bloody wounds on his neck.

"Neither of you are worth my time. I seek potential, not parasites to be burdened with. I know where that potential is, and she's not with you." Aleksandr proclaimed before leaving the chamber, the Wight King Volkbert following behind him.

"As judgemental as ever my dear, but it is still I who you married in life you wretch." Alya growled to herself seemingly uncaring that Abram was right next to her.

The Vampress looked down and as if noticing Abram for the first time her face went from one of shock to pitty. "Oh my you poor little thing. You are still around after all this time, you truly must be valuable if he hasn't killed you yet. That wretched man, I bet he promised you the Blood Kiss, yet here we are."

"What are you doing back Alya?" Abram asked, impatient for the Vampress' antics.

"Yosef is dead, Nikolai gained a new patron, one he claims is the greatest Von Carstein to walk this world, and was able to overwhelm him with their magical power. So I had no choice but to come back, after all while my own magic is now considerable I'm nothing compared to their armies. Perhaps rather than some brash, brute, I need someone fresh, cunning and with a eye of magical power at my side. Can you think of anyone Abram?" The Vampress openly confessed, yet none of the Grave Guard in the room so much as twitched.

"I can think of someone." Abram stated feeling emboldened.

"I knew it." The Vampress smiled cruelly. "Well then Abram, help me, and my lips will belong to you." The Vampire stated, sucking on the blood soaked rags around Abram's neck before trailing up to kiss his cheek.

Away from the two conspirators Aleksandr reached one of the prison cells. Inside the creature looked almost feral, the tortures Abram likely submitting it when Aleksandr wasn't looking nearly breaking it's mind. Still the Vampire took careful care to tend to its wounds, treating each.

It was huddled in the corner, exhausted and trying to summon its own magical powers to itself but thanks to Abram's runes finding itself screaming in pain over and over again.

"Shhhh, Shhhh, The others, they tell me they call you Emis, that's a lovely name." The vampire began speaking in the language that the creature had once use to speak to him. Meanwhile he soaked a clean rag in water and brought it to the agonized blue woman's lips. "Here drink. You poor thing, please let me care for you."

The blue, Draenei creature began suckling on the rag, eventually her tense body relaxing and collapsing into Aleksandr. The Vampire cradled the tall woman gently looking down into her eyes.

The Draenei's glowing eyes shone with a light unlike anything the Vampire had seen, they even almost burned him to look at. Yet he could see it there within them, a ferocity and preditory instinct, tempered by pain, confusion and longing. This creature was suffering, by not by Aleksandr's hand, each Night he would try to comfort her, at first she fought him fiercely and he gladly accepted her viciousness.

But as Abram's subtle tourture and blatant cruelty dragged her down, making even the slightest act if defiance absolutely agony to perform the fight disappeared. Her warrior spirit still clearly remained, her heart still struggled against Abram's torture and imprisonment. But her intelligent mind had shattered leaving little more than a animal, and her body was too broken to rain blows down on her Vampire capture anymore. Aleksandr despised this, this creature first it was bound by a civility, it's full potential as a warrior, as a conqueror and user of magic had been so thoroughly restricted by those Alliance cretins, and now such a beautiful thing was quivering in fear in his arms broken by that worthless Necromancer, someone blind to the truth of a warrior, no a Conqueror's eternal spirit.

But that mattered little now, Abram might not be of use to him much longer, and now that Ayla was here maybe he could rid himself of that stain on his legacy as well...soon enough.

"Shhh, Shhhh, let me help you rest." The Vampire gently soothed to the tembling Draenei, stealing a kiss from her lips before drinking softly of her blood. The Draenei's blood burned, like a liquid sunlight in his throat, but the Vampire basked in the agony that this bastion of potential brought upon him.

"Just a little longer now, I'll take care of you, nurture you into what you should be, what you are underneith all this."

"Then let us begin." The Emperor of the Empire of Man stated. Immediately the chamber broke into a cacophony of voices all asking questions or making some statement or demand. For a moment Avenah found herself entirely overwhelmed.

"Order!" A voice shouted and after a moment more the cacophony slowly died down. Once the last voice stopped one of the Knights used a staff to point to one of the Nobles who had dressed in a showy suit of armor.

"You claim to want a peaceful first contact, yet i heard rumor of your group slaughtering citizens down at the docks. How can we trust your nature? How can the Empire have assurances your not here ahead of a invasion?"

Again with this line of questioning. How paranoid does a people need to be to expect a invasion from everyone around them?

"I can't give you any assurances that would likely satisfy your feelings on that matter. But by the Light of the Naaru, I swear that we never intended to fight those people, I even hid myself under a cloak fearing that i might cause some people to panic. Instead we were assaulted and threatened by thugs. Because of this my friend Relyea intervened and a fight broke out." Avenah explained before making another curtsy this time towards her questioner.

"As for the Nature of the Alliance, we are just that an Alliance of states with the full intent of using our combined might to prevent any and all threats to our peoples. We have no intent to invade or conquer anyone. The King of Stormwind is actively trying to uphold peace with all our neighbors, mesnwhile the Council of Exarchs wishes for my race to maintain peace with all peoples. Darnassus, Iron Forge, and Gnomericon all also all have no desire to start conflicts with other nations and are entirely content with their own borders." Avenah wasn't entirely sure of the last claim, but she knew the people of the Alliance, they were the good, they were the upholders of life, the light, truth and justice.

"You really think that much of your peace between all?"

"If one cannot have peace then none can have peace. And peace is the cornerstone of all nations! The Light guides us all to peace, harmony, and progress." Avenah stated, her conviction overtaking her with a passion. And then they laughed. It wasn't mocking or dismissive, but the people chucked and smiled warmly at her and Avenah despite suspecting she was likely a decade senior to anyone here, felt like they were laughing as one might find a child entertaining.

"If this Alliance has many people like you then they would certainly have trouble starting a worthwhile war." The Noble cheered through his own chuckling.

"How did you make this...portal that you came through?" One of the people in the back of the chamber asked, their voice smooth and melodic, not even waiting for permission or the laughter to die out. Shortly after several voices grunted their agreement.

"I'm not sure. These portal just naturally started opening and our researchers just pried one open to allow us to travel through. We're not sure if it came from our side, your side, or maybe both." Avenah answered, the looks from across the room ranged from skeptical and cautious, to apathetic, to contemplative and highly invested.

After several moments it was clear there was no follow-up to the question.

"You are already a creature we know little about. And you go on about these Naaru Gods and this Light of theirs. What are they?" A new voice spoke, this one also not waiting for a turn. Now several voices rose in protest, yet fell silent as the man who asked stepped forward.

The man now questioning Avenah was elderly, his head bald and scarred, he stepped forward with a thick handlebar mustach and holding a staff tipped with a Griffin holding a hammer. After the man stepped forward much of the grumbling and complaints across the room quickly died out.

"The Naaru are servants of the Light, and long time allies of my species. They bestow the gifts of the Light spreading its benevolence. Through thr Light we can heal and protect those around us. My own kin are so close to the Light and the Naaru we possess the imnate ability to heal others. While others are Lightforged turned into champions who the darkness can not withstand. The Light itself is a bringer of harmoney, soul, and healing it protects us." Avenah preached to the passive crowd, the man who had questioned her merely raised a eyebrow.

"Foegive me for this but, that is a rather childish philosophy. And rather convenient, all things against you as what you defined by the Light must necessarily have been touched by the darkness." The man challenged, while not a shock as Avenah had heard similar debate points before, as these people are ones who she held no similar history with she was unsure how to respond.

"Volkmar!"

"Forgive me, but I must make my assessment, least the Temple of Sigmar and our priests draw our own independent conclusions seperate from the state, and without my say on the matter." The now identified Volkmar proclaimed, even as members of the crowd jeered or cast silent glares.

"The Light has never been misused by the Naaru, only by people who had allowed their own arrogance to twist its use to their own philosophical benefit, and each time those people have been soundly rejected." Avenah finally responded, earning only a raised brow from the old man of the Temple of Sigmar.

"So your light can be twisted, even if you claim your Naaru cannot your followers can be and their use of the power given to them by the Naaru can be put to purposes that are not harmonious, healing, and soulful? Then I'd wager you are not immune to corruption but either blind to it or at very least unaccustomed to witnessing it." Volkmar stated plainly.

"I have seen corruption, races made of the flesh of Old Gods, Fel-tainted lands, even members of my own species who had rejected the Naaru for the promises of Sargeras!" Avenah retorted recalling the horror of seeing the Eredar her own demonic people on Argus.

"I wish to put her Light, and the conviction of her people in fighting Corruption to the test right here, right now. She can say her words, but her actions will show us the truth." Volkmar proclaimed suddenly, and Avenah sighed. Another test, what now some magical duel, a challenge to showcase her abilities again?

The Priest nodded to the Knights guarding the door, in turn they began opening the door where several men, bald hammer weilding paladin-like men and several servants dragged, it in.

The thing looked like a man, yet was certainly not, grey skin hid musle thag was sinewy and defined, bulging in places that simply felt wrong. It's bald head houses sunken and glowing eyes and from there the once humanity of the creature's face ended as It's jaw consisted of seven independent parts all twisted in a manner that resembled a cruel grin. And at the ends of its arms one was a pincer like claw, the other a matted club of flesh.

The cage was dragged infront of Avenah and then the priests with looks of disgust took their places between the crowd and the cage as Volkmar stared at Avenah.

The crowd was aghast watching as the creature was dragged in, many drew weapons, others seemed to scream, and others were demanding action or for Volkmar to be stopped. However the Emperor just raised his hand allowing this to continue. While much of the crowd continued complaining some of the noise died down.

Avenah stood staring at the twisted creature. She could feel the turmoil within this thing, the corruption ate away at it, and within this once-human seemed to be what she could only describe as both Fel and Void energies.

"What do you want me to do?" Avenah asked, but the old human priest remained silent as did the others. Avenah groaned in frustration, still wearing her ornate shackles she pulled her hands up over her heart.

"Fine, I'll try to purify him for you." Avenah began to call upon the light, she was uncertain, no she was almost sure she would not be able to fully cleanse this creature but she still must try. The Light went forth from Avenah into the being but rather than the pain of cleansing or any reaction the thing laughed. Suddenly the Priestess of the Light could feel a pull upon her own soul, opening her eyes that had been closed in prayer she was meet by the red gaze of this things eyes.

"Հիմար արարածներ, որոնք կառչում են լույսի փոքրիկ կետերից, միշտ պատրաստ են այրել, բայց երբեք չեն գիտակցում դա." (Foolish creatures clinging to tiny little specks of light, always about to be burned but never realizing. ) Avenah froze, her body trembling, this thing she had never seen before was talking to her, using her own language to speak to her.

"Իհարկե, ես գիտեմ քեզ։ Դու, որ եկել ես վրատի պատճառով, որի մարդիկ վաճառվել են Քիլ ' ջեդենի և Արխիմոնդի կողմից ։ Նրանք, ովքեր մնացել են եւ վերափոխվել, եւ նրանք, ովքեր փախել են, եւ նրանցից, եւ մյուս. Ձեր տեսակն իրեն ազատ էր համարում այն պարտքից, որը դուք ստեղծել եք Սարգերասի պարտությամբ ։." (Of course I know you. You who comes from beyond the gateway, whose people were sold by Kil'jaeden and by Archimonde. Those who stayed and were transformed and those who fled both. Your kind thought themselves free of the debt you created with the defeat of Sargeras.) The being stated and Avenah's heart froze, somehow she could feel herself, her spiritual essence, being pulled toward this thing.

Relyea started shaking Avenah. "Hey what is that thing doing?" No one responded, while trembling knights drew blades to strike out at the creature. "I asked you a question you Titan Damned assholes!"

"Բայց հիմա դարպասները բաց են, Մենք հիմա միշտ էլ եղել ենք և դեռ առջևում ։ Մենք ձեր անցյալն ենք, մենք ձեր նախատեսված ապագան ենք ։ Avena, ականատես Եղիր այն իրողությանը, որը դուրս է գալիս քո փոքր հասկացողությունից։ Տես, թե ինչ եք բերել, թե ինչ եք բերել ձեր աշխարհում. ԶԳԱԼ ԻՄ ԶԱՅՐՈՒՅԹ!" (But now the gateway is open, we now have always been and are yet to come. We are your past, we are your destined future. Avena come witness reality beyond your petty understanding. Witness what you have brought, what you shall carry to your world. FEEL MY RAGE!) The creature broke its gaze with the Draenei, it's clubbed hand breaking through the metal cage like a mace through rotted wood. One of the Knights weilding a Polearm tried to stop the creature but its pincer snapped the head of the weapon off and then it brought the clubbed fist into the man's helm crushing his skull.

As the creature suddenly escaped Relyea roared in defiance transforming into her Worgen form and shattering the show shackles around her wrists. Another of the Knights attempted to stop the monster with shield and sword, but the clubbed hand knocked away the shield, while the pincer morphed into a sword of bone that it stabbed into the man's neck. Woman and Men were now screaming, Avenah now snapped out of her terror. Immediately the Priestess of the Light responded to the vision of the man bleeding to death in front of her. She channeled her power and healed his wounds even as the demonic monstrosity closed on her.

Relyea lept at the creature her claws tearing away flesh, but she was thrown aside her legs were broken even as Avenah healed her allowing the Worgen to immediately jump back into the fight. Günther however was the one to save Avenah as the creature had thrown aside Relyea it immediately went to decapitate the Draenei , but the Captain parried the arm, bending his sword in the process, then slammed the creature with his shield. Relyea then landed on the beast's back her fangs digging deep while her claws gripped it's arms from behind.

In response the monster turne its head, the thing's unnatural jaw entirely enveloping the Worgen's head forcing her to yelp. And then a glowing hammer struck and the top half of the creature's head disappeared. With a Otherworldly screach it's smoking ruins collapsed into the remains of a small sickly woman, one who looked to have been dead for days.

Slowly the panic and chaos in the court died out. Volkmar stood over the corpse performing odd rites which seemed to be meant to banish whatever spirit remained.

The old Priest of Sigmar then looked over to Avenah. "You pass my test. You're weak and vulnerable, moreso than I even thought. But once aware I see it is in your nature to oppose the enemy with all you have. I thankyou for helping us with this banishment at least, feel free to ask for any guidanceor assistance from any of Sigmar's devoted." He then turned and walked out of the chamber ignoring nobles who were demanding repercussions and his apology.

Avenah stood still staring at where the demonic creature had been. The beings words weighed heavily on her, had there been some hidden element of the Legion waiting for their chance to rise, or did the pact of the Eredar have more to it than what the Draenei knew? And how had they brought this doom to this world if they had never been here before?

"Ye Ok Lass?" Gerunn asked next to Avenah as the Draenei Priestess of the Light stood staring into the body.

"Hey you Void touched Ass, get back here! You have to answer for what you did to my friend! Grrrrr, I said back here now. WOOF!"

Avenah finally broke her stare to look to her companion. "Can we get something to drink."

Suddenly the voice of the Emperor Karl Franz peirced the chaos of the chamber. "Before I call this session of court, I have one last question. You speak much of Peace, yet I know that a state like your with these new Portals will wish to expand its security, which will inevitably lead to conflict. With your dedication to Peace what concessions would your nations be willing to make to keep themselves secure and ensure peace?"

"...and then after that Miss well it was all hypothetical talk that more or less amounted to agreeing more communications between our heads of state and various representatives would be needed. Oh but how you handled yourself when that daemon tried to get at you, well the Northern States blood in me just was alight and I knew you were a proper woman, not like the other screaming women in the room. I mean I was shouting too but in proper outrage. After all one doesn't actually let a daemon get loose during court. Just isn't proper." Gertrude concluded her recollection of the nights events before.

As she spoke Avenah looked into the body mirror appreciating the woman's work, the dress truly made the Draenei look...well she was dressed conservatively, but somehow she seemed 'available and ready to be swooned' how that could be true with such clothing really was beyond her but still it left Avenah impressed.

Eventually Avenah turned to Gertrude. "Was there anything else, like how much did I drink?"

Gertrude just smiled. "Well Günther seemed mighty impressed with a 'woman of your statue' bless the poor man's heart. It's not often that men and proper ladies drink together and i get the feeling that he has a 'prim and proper' upbringing if you know what I mean." The older human woman started to chuckle. "You dirty girl you just might rock that poor boys soul."

Avenah blinked. "What?"

"You know, now hurry up, that lazy dog in the other room needs a cold bucket to the head. Damn animal growled at me. But I've broken more stubborn beasts, I had a woman of Praag behaving right and womanly, rather than like some vicious pretend bear, after only a few months. And if I can break her, I can break that stupid mutt to."

Avenah froze, considered what was said for a moment then turned to face... a empty room with a open door. Quickly as she could the Draenei rushed out into the hall seeing several feet away from her another open door. "Wait don't!"

"Yip, yip, grrrrrr!"

Avenah hurriedly rushed into the next room to find Relyea im her Worgen form looming over Gertrude.

"Don't you growl at me. Now do you intend to be a mangy mutt all day or do you want to look like a woman? I can make a proper lady out of a dog, or I can make a proper woman out of a savage girl. But your dress wont survive trying to do both. Now get up before Morr mistakes you for one of his own." The woman ignored Relyea's claws and barred fangs opening a dresser with all kinds of dresses inside. Meanwhile Avenah tried to placate her companion silently.

"With how fucked up your kingdom is...yip" Gertrude whipped Relyea across the nose with a wooden stick, cutting the woman off.

"I'll have none of that talk from you. Now lets dry you off then pick your dress. It's cheap, the seamstress only had a extremely short time for yours but I think with a little work we can make you at least presentable enough to be worthy of standing next to Lady Avenah here." Gertrude stated throwing a single large dress into the Worgen's arms. With that Avenah sighed, stepped into the chamber and prepared to help her friend for their certain time in the limelight of this Empire.

"And then I says 'And if you don't answer me, then to hell with you.' And i then started to go between the stones and rocks of thr valley and after a few hours of fighting two hundred Beastmen lay dead at my feet." A raucous outroar of cheers around the fire and eventually everyone took a swig.

"Hooo, I say that's lame. I've got better!" Five Ogres eagerly looked over with drunken, joyful gazes.

"What's you got bite sized?" One of them joyfully asked.

Alyzz Kneecord wobbled to her feet, her new stomach fat making leaping to her feet harder than it used to be. Fat she put on due to constantly being in the company of Ogres who seemed to greatly enjoy her presence, and kept handing her, what was in their eyes, less than bite sized snacks as a means of telling her they enjoyed being around her.

"Where I come from there is a fierce army of demons, millions strong, with champions who stand maybe twice as tall as you and their leaders are even bigger. They invaded a place we call the broken shore, and my boss he tells me I'm the only one he can rely on, So what do I do? We have a army of demon, and a whole world trying and failing to fight them off, and my boss needs me to save the day. So I go alone, me versus a army, eighty of their Felguard champions, and me with just my knife." The Goblin pulled out her knife for show.

"That's not a knife, that's a toothpick! I bet you can't even carve a steak with it." One of the Ogres grumbled.

"Exactly! So me and my Knife alone, on a strech of Beach...no rocks to cowardly hide behind like a certain someone over here." The Ogres broke out into laughter at their companion's expense."I have to face them alone, so the first swings a axe bigger than your gut at me."

"Impossible! muh guts too huge!"

"Well maybe almost as big."

Alyzz had started off rough with these Ogres. Thry couldn't appreciate her efforts into making herself look good, were food obsessed and just too blunt. But they turned out to at least have one thing initially she could agree with, they were almost as greedy as her, hell they blatantly didn't even care that she was skimming off their profits so long as they were making more than they were before.

And then their journey to the east began and she quickly discovered something that she fell in love with. Lying her ass off to them and getting praised about it. These idiots didn't know shit about Azeroth, but the bigger the tall tale the more these guys ate it up, hell even the women Ogres of the camp either loved her or thought she was going to steal their men.

A girl like her could really learn to fall in love with traveling with these guys. They raided a camp already stealing food, gold and supplies. She wasn't even sure who they attacked, Tyrant Kogkradd had said something about Zharr Dwarves but that was all meaningless to her. So far only thing that she wasn't loving about traveling with this lot was all the fat she was putting on, her favorite thong was starting to dig in because of it.

"And then I told the demon, you might think youself king of the Elves, but I'm hungry. And i Bit his nose and pulled my head back so hard his head ripped clean off!" Alyzz finished her tale, getting cheers from the Orges, and having to dodge food that was thrown at her inna congratulatory manner. As the Goblin set about picking up the food she noticed something in the distance.

"Hey what's that?" She asked pointing off towards multiple plumes of smoke.

"Ahh, Warband, probably related to the guys we killed the other day, looks like they're headed south west. Not our concern." One of the Ogres stated, for a minute Alyzz thought she should be, but soon realized she didn't have the ability to do anything about the issue so allowed the Ogres to lead by example.

"Oh oh I got one. One time I made one of them Cathay dragon drunk and then beat his ass wrestling!" One of the Ogres then began.

"Nooooo." The others responded prompting the Ogre to continue.

The Goblin spied sighed feeling a certain itch and thinking of the one thing she was missing. She doubted she could find anyone in this world who' be into BDSM.

Emis opened her eyes again, she was Emis wasn't she? The...Elf, no D-Draenei, she was a Draenei, and she...she couldn't recolect herself. She remembered agony, suffering, pain. That, that small withered man kept hurting her, even when he wasn't there and she tried to call...call something. She knew that little withered man, Abram...she hated Abram, Abram had to die, she would kill Abram beat him to death and feed him to...

Her spirits! Emis tried to reach out to summon the spirits to herself again, the powers of the elements so she could go and kill that wretched...

She was stopped, the other one...what was his name. Emis tried to remember thinking, recalling, she knew she should, but that man and the other man were always in her MIND. IT WAS HERS! The nice-but-not man spoke.

"Shhhh, don't try. I've been healing you. But my hand has been forced. This morning, let me make it something special for you, your last morning out in the sun." The man spoke, and pulled on Emis's arm. She followed, she didn't know why, couldn't comprehend what he was saying. What Sun, the sun...the sun was fire wasn't it, but fire burn? She was going to throw fucking Abram into the sun.

Suddenly Emis was outside and the other man was with her. He looked weak, like he was suddenly very sick. But outside, outside was amazing, Emis could feel grass, yes the green stuff was grass! underneath her hooves, it felt so good she started to giggle, how long jas it been since she giggled? Abram tried to take giggles from her she'll rip his throat out like...like what? Like the man who was sick next to her...the man that had those eyes that for some reason was always in the back of her mind since...since she could remember, why couldn't she remember before the hurt?

The man, he made the pain go away. He smiled at her as she giggled, he looked sick but so happy too...can people hurt and be happy? "I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself. Abram says he broke you, that you're not worthy anymore just a feral animal. You and I ~we know he's lying~." The man sing songed, making Emis smile and blush.

"Abram lie, lie, lie, lie and die." Emis responded dancing in the warm, because the air here was outside and that meant warm and so so bright! Emis was getting better, the man was making her better more and more and more every day.

The man laughed, smiling brightly while the big grumpy skeleton next to him walked up and leaned in next to his ear. The man dismissed skeleton grumpy, Skeleton Grumpy was stupid, he didn't help Emis, didn't kill Abram when Abram was hurting her, breaking her...but she was almost better, just a little more and she'd bash that bastard's brains in with her mace in revenge for the hurt and torch his shitty corpse with the Elemental Spirits of Fire if she could find any.

"Yes Emis, Abram lies, and if you want he'll die just for you. Now come on, follow me, we can't be in the sunlight for this next part." The man said offering her his hand. It was funny and Emis laughed, she was sooo tall next to him.

The man with the beautiful eyes lead Emis, they went to a weird room next, one with a bed and a really big box on the floor. The man lead her in then closed the door, and she could feel odd power in the room.

"Emis, I know you're in there, I know your hate and savagry burns like it did when you fought me. Your savagry was the most wonderful thing I've seen and thr exotic nature of every blood thirsty bit of what you are. I want that for myself, and I want to share in that with you for eternity. Don't hate me, hate the ones who hurt you, abandoned you to Abram. Let me be your liberation. Emis say yes and I'll give you pleasure like you've never known, and open your eyes to a existence unlike anything where we can dance in blood, dance with the devils in the pale moon." The man offered, his wonderful eyes glowing.

Emis' soul shook, she knew, knew knew knew...she needed to hate him. Why, why did she need to hate him? He helped her, he was trying to fix her, no make her better, she hated Abram. They, they knew what was before, before the hurt. They might be lying to her, but she was strong, and if she was even better she might be stronger than all of them. If she was stronger she could just kill them if they were lying.

"mmmmmmmmh, hmmmmmm, ahhhhh, ouuuugh, hehehhe." Emis could feel her mind slipping away from her. Soon the crying animal would be back, the thing that Abram made, she hated crying animal Emis it wasn't her, she was Emis, and Emis came before the hurt so Emis was Emis! She needed to say yes or else crying animal would come back!

"Yes, want! Feel real good?" Emis asked.

"The greatest feelings in all the world." The man responded, his lips brushing with hers. Emis felt a fire burning away crying animal, now the only animal was her because she wanted what this man was about to give her and she knew, she knew as her and his clothes tore away, that this would be great. That she would finally go back to before the hurt, and feel good all the way. He kissed her and pushed.

Extra AN life played out in such a way here's a extra chapter out early.

Translation stuff

:

I played around with languages and found Armenian to be the most suitable with the formating and still being close enough in geography and appearance to the Hebrew that Draenei are roughly based off so whenever anyone is talking in Draenei that's the translation I'll be using.