Disclaimer: I own any characters that aren't owned by someone else (gasp).
I don't own Azeroth, I don't own squat besides the plot and my own
characters and the new ideas.
Author note: I am assuming that in the game each unit represents multiple soldiers. This takes place a few months after frozen throne
Prologue
Krylos Woodstrider gazed out over the western edge of Darkshore. The wood elf ranger was startled to see a small fleet of elven ships sailing towards the coast. The design was not night elf, wood elf, or dusk elf. The red insignia on the side was the symbol of the Lordaeron alliance. Perhaps the idiots back east finally realized that war is a lost cause, he thought. The ships landed a mile down the shore, but Krylos was a swift runner and reached them quickly.
He stayed hidden in a ruin and watched them disembark. Krylos gasped as he saw Prince Kael'thas get off. A total of 1,000 elves assembled on the beach. Kael turned to a group of rangers. "Fan out and search for a place to set up camp" he ordered.
Krylos drew a pair of long knives and jumped out. "Hold! What business do you have in Darkshore?"
"What business do you have arguing with me?"
"I am protecting elven lands and interest."
"I am a fellow blood elf."
"There are no blood elves in Kalimdor. The elves have split into the dusk elves, the wood elves, and night elves."
"Have you no respect for your fallen brethren?"
"We seek vengeance, just as you do. We deal it out without using the demon's magic"
A look of anger crossed Kael face. "I should kill you for your insolence."
"Enough elves died in the third war. Don't add your name to that list. Perhaps you can still seek redemption for your actions."
"What would you have me do? My people's numbers are depleted. Our honor was gone when we left our allies fighting an undead horde in a desperate attempt to save us." The blood elf stopped his rant. "My people are doomed."
"No they are not. Give up arcane magic and the other elven races will welcome you."
"The magic withdrawal would kill us."
"No, it won't. Kael, your people can overcome addiction just as the rest of us did. In only a few months of living near the moon wells Ashenvale the need for arcane power disappeared. If your people are truly unable to cast aside arcane magic, you may travel to Theramore Isle, where wizardry is still praticed by the survivors of Dalaran. Jaina is always ready to accept refugees from the east.
"Jaina Proudmoore?"
"Yes". The wood elf smile mentally as he remembered how much Kael loved Jaina, and how heart-broken he had been when she left him for Arthas. The story wasn't funny, but the elf prince's reaction was.
"Where is Theramore?"
"Sail south along the coast. I am not sure how long it will take you, but Theramore is a large island. Be careful to avoid any orcish ships. The just recently fought a war with Admiral Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, and will be suspicious of any with the Lordaeron Alliance symbol."
Kael watched the wood elf standing on the shore, as he sailed off. Perhaps there was new hope for his people. Fifty elves had stayed with the ranger, more than willing to give up magic to lose the addiction and gain a, what they felt was a better lifestyle.
Krylos stood staring out over the sea hours after the elven ships had left. He turned and left a short while later.
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Yay, my first warcraft fic. Haven't decided wether or not to have Kael/Jaina. Unless someone is willing to offer advice, no because I suck at romance. One review to update. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Author note: I am assuming that in the game each unit represents multiple soldiers. This takes place a few months after frozen throne
Prologue
Krylos Woodstrider gazed out over the western edge of Darkshore. The wood elf ranger was startled to see a small fleet of elven ships sailing towards the coast. The design was not night elf, wood elf, or dusk elf. The red insignia on the side was the symbol of the Lordaeron alliance. Perhaps the idiots back east finally realized that war is a lost cause, he thought. The ships landed a mile down the shore, but Krylos was a swift runner and reached them quickly.
He stayed hidden in a ruin and watched them disembark. Krylos gasped as he saw Prince Kael'thas get off. A total of 1,000 elves assembled on the beach. Kael turned to a group of rangers. "Fan out and search for a place to set up camp" he ordered.
Krylos drew a pair of long knives and jumped out. "Hold! What business do you have in Darkshore?"
"What business do you have arguing with me?"
"I am protecting elven lands and interest."
"I am a fellow blood elf."
"There are no blood elves in Kalimdor. The elves have split into the dusk elves, the wood elves, and night elves."
"Have you no respect for your fallen brethren?"
"We seek vengeance, just as you do. We deal it out without using the demon's magic"
A look of anger crossed Kael face. "I should kill you for your insolence."
"Enough elves died in the third war. Don't add your name to that list. Perhaps you can still seek redemption for your actions."
"What would you have me do? My people's numbers are depleted. Our honor was gone when we left our allies fighting an undead horde in a desperate attempt to save us." The blood elf stopped his rant. "My people are doomed."
"No they are not. Give up arcane magic and the other elven races will welcome you."
"The magic withdrawal would kill us."
"No, it won't. Kael, your people can overcome addiction just as the rest of us did. In only a few months of living near the moon wells Ashenvale the need for arcane power disappeared. If your people are truly unable to cast aside arcane magic, you may travel to Theramore Isle, where wizardry is still praticed by the survivors of Dalaran. Jaina is always ready to accept refugees from the east.
"Jaina Proudmoore?"
"Yes". The wood elf smile mentally as he remembered how much Kael loved Jaina, and how heart-broken he had been when she left him for Arthas. The story wasn't funny, but the elf prince's reaction was.
"Where is Theramore?"
"Sail south along the coast. I am not sure how long it will take you, but Theramore is a large island. Be careful to avoid any orcish ships. The just recently fought a war with Admiral Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, and will be suspicious of any with the Lordaeron Alliance symbol."
Kael watched the wood elf standing on the shore, as he sailed off. Perhaps there was new hope for his people. Fifty elves had stayed with the ranger, more than willing to give up magic to lose the addiction and gain a, what they felt was a better lifestyle.
Krylos stood staring out over the sea hours after the elven ships had left. He turned and left a short while later.
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Yay, my first warcraft fic. Haven't decided wether or not to have Kael/Jaina. Unless someone is willing to offer advice, no because I suck at romance. One review to update. Constructive criticism is appreciated.