Old habits die hard.
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Magister's Terrace, Isle of Quel'Danas
Kingdom of Quel'thalas. 2 weeks later.
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As punishment for the incidents in Stormwind, Windrunner completely denied Verandis of the continuation of their stomach torture session. In addition, to keep his maniacal urges contained, Windrunner ordered a uniform change on the Farstrider women specifically their breastplates. The chestpieces used to only cover their breasts, now their abdomens are. This was to deny Verandis from looking at her female rangers' abdomens. From then on, no female in Silvermoon wore midriff baring uniform in public anymore. Complications within Silvermoon's government officials with regards to Skooma use have intensified over the past few days despite Verandis no longer taking part in the production. It turned out that the addicts managed to create a derivative using alchemical ingredients similar to Tamriel's Moon Sugar and Nightshade. As a result, the Silver Circle implemented crackdowns on Quel'Thalas's officials resulting in many of them accused of taking part of Skooma required to attend rehabilitation at the Shrine of the eclipse at Quel'danas or face relegation.
Verandis was upset over the entire thing and the fact that Windrunner purposely avoided him outside of work hours gave a sour taste in his mouth. He resorted to focusing on learning Pandaren martial arts to contain his urges and discipline himself, because it's only a matter of time before he does something stupid that would create unfavourable geo-political incidents between Silvermoon and other kingdoms. He first got introduced to the Pandaren arts when he visited one of the libraries at the Bazaar district then found the only Thalassin practitioner of the art in Monk Eramas Brightblaze at Quel'danas. Verandis had a martial arts background in wrestling when he lived in Colovia in Cyrodiil. He thought that the Pandaren striking arts would greatly complement his wrestling and make him a more complete combatant, couple that with his peerless spellcasting and dragon shouts.
Sylvanas was with Grand Magister Bel'ovir Salonar peering down the balcony watching Verandis train with the monk after she got done checking up on Theron and Brightwing's Skooma addiction recovery.
"Why are you still keeping that dolt here?" she asked.
"The Suntriders are in charge of him, not me. You're not fond of him after what he did for you?"
The two watched Verandis practice his snap kick ability with Brightblaze.
"It's… what he is outside of his technical competence is what I dislike. He just… doesn't care. He is irresponsible, doesn't respect authority, and doesn't respect anyone. Also, he's…" she then thought about his fetish. "He's just super weird."
"I get what you're coming from. You two did spend a lot of time together, so what do I know about him as a person?" He sighed. "What could've happened if he hadn't come, though? Do you think Silvermoon would've survived the onslaught?"
"We are resilient people. I think we would've. We don't need that troll here."
Suddenly, they heard a voice from behind. "Are you sure, Ranger General?"
The two turned around to see a black-haired human with barbaric black robes walking towards them.
"Medivh!" Sylvanas said.
"What are you doing here, prophet?" asked Bel'ovir.
"Pardon me for eavesdropping." He looked at Sylvanas in the eyes. "No. I don't think the world will be the same had the outsider not come. A petty drug outbreak is nothing compared to the chaos that would ensue had The Scourge not been stopped."
"Weren't you the one who kept pestering the Alliance leaders to go to Kalimdor? Your prophecy failed, you fool! what makes us think more of your nonsense bear any weight or are worth listening to?"
"It's quite fortunate that the prophecy didn't come to fruition. With that, I'll fully embrace being a fool."
Sylvanas drew an arrow and aimed it at him. The Magister readied a fireball.
"Get out of here. Now!"
Medivh held both hands up. "I am just here to warn Verandis about a familiar acquaintance of his that had his eyes set here."
"Another threat? Another schizophrenic vision of yours? Get out of here with your nonsense." Said Windrunner.
"You do not understand. Your friend's mere presence has bridged Azeroth to his plane of existence."
"They'll duke it out and kill each other for all I care. For your information, he is not a friend."
He shook his head. "He is hellbent on taking this world for himself! Just like what he did in Verandis's homeland thousands of years ago."
Sylvanas released her arrow and shot Medivh on the leg. "Leave! I'm going to kill you. This is your last warning."
"Argh!" Medivh slowly yanked the arrow off and threw it on the floor. He darted the two with a mean stare. "Tell him to be prepared… for the King of Worms!" With that, Medivh suddenly morphed into a raven then flew.
"Who's the King of Worms?!" shouted Sylvanas behind the flying raven who didn't reply.
"You might want to speak to Verandis about this." Bel'ovir said with a concerned look on his face
"I doubt that degenerate would take it seriously anyway. I'm going back to the city."
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Sylvanas woke up at the middle of the night breathing heavily. She just had a terrible nightmare where Medivh appeared to her in her dream. She got up from her bed, put on slippers and a coat then went out from Farstrider Lounge to walk the cold windy night to Sunstrider Spire up to Verandis's flat.
She knocked on the door.
"Come in. The door's unlocked." Said Verandis from inside.
She went in, and to her surprise, the atmosphere in his room was different from before. The room was dark save for some lit incenses and candles. On the center of the living room was Verandis meditating.
"Eramas Brightblaze has changed you a lot."
"I'm just interested in the unarmed martial arts he teaches me. Keeps my mind away from you breaking our deal."
"I spoke too soon."
"I've already moved on from that." He opened his eyes. "So, why are you here this late? You should be in bed."
She sat down, crossed her legs and wrapped the fur coat tighter. "I… I just want to tell you about an encounter this afternoon."
He noticed her cuddled up in her coat. "You must be cold." He stood up and casted Candlelight, lighting and heating up the room. "Alright. I'm all ears."
"Thank you." She removed her coat, letting him get a glimpse at her revealing apparel. "I just got up from bed."
"This must be really important then if you didn't have time to dress appropriately before coming here."
"I'm going to ignore that stupid statement." She frowned at him. "Anyway. There was this strange man who appeared behind us at the magistrate tower in Quel'danas. He was the Guardian of Tirisfall, the prophet Medivh. Garona Halforcen's husband."
He swallowed hard and his eyes widened upon hearing the orc woman's name. "Hmmm." He sat down opposite to her.
"You know him?"
"No." he shook his head.
"Really? You look surprised."
"Nope. Just Garona. The orc made an attempt on King Varian's life."
"Yes, her, but that's besides my point. Bel'ovir Salonar and I were… well, rather I, was talking about you while watching you train. They were not good things."
"Classic Windrunner."
"He eavesdropped on us until I was talking about how Silvermoon would've survived without you. He came up behind us and said I was wrong."
"But honestly, in your heart, do you really think Quel'Thalas would've made it?"
"I don't think we would, to be frank." She stared blankly at the floating light he conjured. "He made me see what could've happened through a dream. An alternate reality where you had not come bursting through that gate. An alternate reality where Arthas…" She closed her eyes. "By the light." She put her hand on her face. "The destruction... the chaos… Those poor night elves."
Verandis never saw her like this before: emotional and vulnerable. He slowly approached and sat beside her. "Sylvanas, he is dead. Frostmourne is destroyed. We beat the scourge."
She didn't reply.
"Tell me. What did he show you?"
Sylvanas told him what she dreamt of: Arthas had killed her and raised her into a banshee and had used the Sunwell to resurrect a powerful lich. She then served him as Arthas' sex slave. He told him that in the dream she had become even a worse version of him after his defeat, having committed numerous war crimes against the Alliance, but massacring Night Elves and the burning of the Tree of Eternity was the one that struck her.
She looked at him in the eyes. "It was just a dream, but I felt it. The pain and guilt were so great. They were unlike anything I've ever felt before."
"Right now, your eyes, Sylvanas. It was like Arthas'." He gently held her by the hand. "The aura I sensed in him before I killed him: Heavy resentment and heavy guilt."
Sylvanas let him touch her hand while she listened.
"Tell me… when you were killing those elves, did you ever had control over yourself?"
"No. My heart was filled with rage and bloodlust, but a part of it tried restrain myself." Sylvanas held him by the hand and squeezed tight. Her blue eyes peering intently into his green ones. "My soul was…" she put a hand on her heart. "Severed."
"Exactly like every single undead we fought that day. I felt them, they were not themselves. Even with their connection to Frostmourne gone, The Light has abandoned them."
"We have The Light. In Tamriel, who did you have?"
"The eight divines." He forced a smirk. "But who I go to the most is Auri-el. The humans call him Akatosh, the Khajiit call him Alkosh."
"This Auri-el has blessed us by bringing you here, then." She forced a smile before pursing her lips in a few seconds of silence. "Medivh visited Quel'Danas not to quarrel with me, but to look for you. He wanted to send a warning."
Verandis swallowed hard again, thinking Medivh might have known about what he had done to Garona Halforcen in Stormwind Stockades. "About what?"
"Will you promise to be calm?"
He inhaled deeply. "Why did the prophet just not tell me directly?"
Sylvanas bit her lip. "Uhm… I kind of threatened him away?"
He then giggled. "That's the Ranger General I know."
She wasn't laughing with him. "He told me that your presence here had bridged a connection between Tamriel and Azeroth."
His brows furrowed. "But I came here from Arteum. Arteum is disconnected from Tamriel."
"Either way, Medivh told us that you might know this man from Tamriel… And he said this person has his eyes set here... with malicious intent."
"Did he tell you who he was? Did he give a name?"
She pursed her lips for a moment. "The King of Worms."
Verandis had a worried look upon hearing the name. He put a palm on his face and reclined, collapsing on the couch.
Syl knelt on the couch and shook his shoulders. "Verandis, who is he? Who is this King of Worms?"
It took a long time for him to gather himself together and respond. "Mannimarco - Daedric prince of Necromancy."
"You're breathing hard. Are you alright?" she held him by the arm.
"Azeroth is doomed again." He shook his head. "And it's all my fault!" he pulled himself away and went out.
"Verandis!" She came out after him and found him pacing at the terrace.
"There is no way I can beat him on my own." He said, biting his fingers while walking back and forth.
"We can't afford to lose our heads here."
"Mannimarco is far more dangerous than Arthas. Thousandfold more dangerous. He is a literal god."
She grabbed a hold of him. "Wasn't Alduin a god? You killed him."
"I had help."
"How many?"
"Just a handful of people."
She held him by the arm and led him to the edge of the railings. "Look around. You were able to defeat Alduin with the help of a few souls. Imagine what we could do with the help of an entire kingdom."
Verandis was silent as he gazed upon the buildings.
She continued. "Not only do you have us, you have Stormwind, Kul tiras, Lordearon, Dalaran, Ironforge, Stromgrade, and Darnassius who will no doubt fight alongside you if this Mannimarco ever comes. We've dealt with orcs, trolls and the Dark Portals. We always found a way to fend of evil just like your people did."
He took a long pause. Verandis was feeling something he never did in a long time. He felt an attraction that didn't involve his penis getting erect. The touch of her hand against his arm warmed his heart: he realized he was romantically attracted to her.
They both stared at the horizon as they conversed. The sky turned from dark to blue.
He sighed and looked at the sky. "Dawnbreaker."
"What?"
"Dawnbreaker was the name of the sword I used to destroy Frostmourne. That sword also saved my homeland of Summerset thousands of years ago."
"It's a beautiful name. I wonder what Summerset is like."
"Oh, Summerset. I consider it the most beautiful place in all of Tamriel. Its beauty can only be rivaled by... by the most beautiful woman I've seen in my entire 500 years of existence."
"And who might that be?"
"You."
Verandis reached for her cheeks. Sylvanas tensed up, but let him caress her face. "Verandis, I…"
The Altmer lifted her chin up, but she gently pushed him away before he could kiss her. "Syl…"
"Please... It's not the right time. I'm... " She wrapped the overcoat around her tight and turned her back, hastily facing away from him. "I'm sorry. This will never work." She said before she started to walk away.
He was about to go after her, but decided not to.
Syl momentarily stopped. "I've experienced first-hand the monster you are, Verandis." She opened her coat and put a hand on her stomach, remembering that dreadful feeling the night she was tortured and forced to vomit. "My gut still churns whenever I see you. I always get reminded about when you hurt me and treated me like trash for your sexual satisfaction." She wiped a tear before turning around to see him frozen from embarrassment from heartbreak. "Verandis?" She spread her arms out. "Look at us. We both have feelings after all."
"Aye. I'm sorry. I... uh... just got carried away there." He forced a nervous laugh and scratched his head.
"Let's not have this ruin our professional relationship, please. We accomplished so much when we started working together. Our people need us."
He nodded.
"As far as personal… We have a long way to go."
"Understood."
"At least tonight, you showed that you and I aren't much different during vulnerable times." She forced a smile. "That's a good start." With that, she turned around, walked away and left Sunstrider Spire.
Verandis stood silently on the rails watching Windrunner walking alone towards Farstrider square in the dark of morning. The hem of her long coat swaying with the gust of the cold breeze.
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Verandis went to Sunwell plateau to the magister's terrace hours later. There he went to see Grand Magister Belo'vir in his study and speak to him about his findings about Dawnbreaker.
The two stood beside a long pedestal where the sword's fragments were placed.
"Is there any way we can reforge this?" the Altmer asked.
The grand magister shook his head. "It's divine. Its magical power is the same in magnitude as that of Frostmourne and The Heirloom of Quel'Thalas – Felomelorn. It cannot be mended, at least through conventional means."
"That sucks."
"Do you know any history about this sword? The energy it emits baffles us. It feels holy, but at the same time it feels dark."
Verandis went over and picked up the handle. "It is indeed a divine artifact. Forged by a Daedric prince who was not fond of the undead. The Daedric princes are a group of nefarious gods that brought chaos and unrest to our homeland. But there are those who are not too evil like Meridia, the owner of this sword." He put the handle down and picked up the hilt. At the center of the crossguard was a crystalline soul gem. "Thousand of years ago, my homeland of Summerset Isle was under attack by 3 daedric princes: Nocturnal, Clavicus Vile, and Namira. They were after one thing – the heart of transparent law. The heart is an anchor to different realities, if one of them gains access to it, they'd pretty much have control of all reality. They'd be infinitely more powerful than pretty much anything."
Belo'vir was hastily writing down what he said on a piece of parchment. "Interesting. Where did the sword come into play?"
"Long story, short. Dawnbreaker was required to manipulate the heart. Nocturnal managed to get her hands on it, corrupted it, and for some reason or two, some dudes and adventurers were able to retake it and thwarted her ascendance to becoming super special magic awesome grand overlord of the infinite universe when she accessed the heart."
"Super special magic awesome, huh. I'm surprised that kind of wording comes out of the mouth of an arch mage. Let alone, a 500 year old mage." He finalized writing on the parchment then pocketed his notes. "Reforging this blade requires holy magic. You will need to ask help from the human paladins if you want this sword mended, Verandis. We do not have paladins in Silvermoon, just priests, considering the division between our kingdom and theirs. You know what's up."
"Paladins like who Arthas used to be, right?"
"Yes. His old order. They may be scattered now, but if you manage to find some of them, they might be able to help you." He tore a piece of parchment and wrote on it. "If you're willing, there are rumors of members of the order still active around Stratholme."
"Wasn't Stratholme infested with undead?"
"Yes. That's why I recommend that you seek assistance from the King of Stromgrade or anyone you know in Dalaran before you step foot in the plaguelands."
"Why can't I just bring a party of Thalassians to go there with me?"
"You're not in the position to make demands like that. King Anasterian does not trust you enough." He gathered up the fragments and placed them in a leather pouch. "The best I can do is make up an excuse for you to leave Silvermoon for academic research in the Mages guilds." He handed him the piece of paper and the pouch.
"Understood. Thank you, magister." He took them and nodded before he went off.
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Tirisfall Glades, Lordaeron. 2 days later.
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Verandis had travelled alone despite Nathanos offering his help.
"Mara's titties! Look at this place." Verandis hurled a fireball at an infantry of zombies, blowing them up. Rotting flesh and viscera scattered around from the undead he fell. He had been fighting his way towards a nearby cathedral looking building with wooden fence barriers to seek refuge and ask for directions to Stratholme.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
He continued calling until a brown haired man with unkempt beard wearing red and white plate armor with white monastic scapular went out to entertain him, but he was not looking friendly. Behind the man he saw humans wearing similar armour going about their business of cutting wood and hitting training dummies.
"What the fuck do you want? You've been knocking and shouting non-stop."
Verandis extended his hand for a handshake. "Greetings, human."
"Heathen elf! Now is not the right time for the likes of you to be visiting. We are currently mourning the Ashbringer, Alexandros Mograine's, death." He drew out his axe.
He puts his hands up. "Woah! Put that thing down."
"Elf! State your business. Why are you here?"
"To fuck you up, bitch!"
Verandis' tried his best to be cordial, but his overly inflated ego couldn't let this man just threaten him and make him look bad. He quickly blasted the man with a flame spell before he lunged forward and hit him in the face with a left jab. The man stumbled backward and swung his sword but Verandis quickly ducked under, grabbed him by both ankles, lifted him up and slammed him on his head.
The commotion by the gate prompted the members of the order to break the two up. Verandis was being apprehended by multiple armoured people and being held off by swords drawn toward him while the man was still on the ground dazed.
"Kill this elf! Kill him!" shouted the man as he tried to stand up.
"Stop!"
Then came a tall white-haired man.
"Saidan, this elf tried to kill me!"
"Renault, please. Get back inside, let me handle this." He said to the young man then turned to Verandis. "Why are you here, elf?"
Renault was sulking as he went his way up the cathedral.
"I was going to ask for directions to Stratholme." Verandis said while trying to free himself from being restrained by the men.
"And why are you going there?"
"I'm looking for the paladins of the late Prince Arthas Menethil's order – The Knights of the Silver Hand."
Saidan's brows went askew. "Do you wish to sign up? You're out of luck because they don't take the likes of you."
"No, I'm trying to get a sword fixed. I need smiths who can forge holy weaponry."
"Then you've come to the right place." Saidan looked over at the men restraining the elf and gestured them to let him go. "The Knights of the Silver hand have disbanded, unfortunately. I myself served as lord commander in the old order. Now I'm in charge of its successor – The Scarlet Crusade." He extended his hand. "I am Grand Crusader Saidan Dathrohan. Nice to meet you."
He took it and they both shook hands. "Magister Verandis Galerion of Quel'Thalas."
Saidan Dathrohan invited him to stay in the Scarlet Monastery while the order will work on fixing Dawnbreaker. He later told Verandis that the sword can only be fixed through divine intervention and blessings from The Light to re-energize it. After which, it must be taken to the city of Ironforge and get it reforged by the Dwarves. Unfortunately for him, Saidan said the order can only begin imbuing their blessings onto the fragments by daytime and it was already dusk. This didn't sit well with Verandis, however.
He was invited to have dinner with the order and dined along with the Scarlet Crusade's highest officials. This was when he saw a beautiful white haired woman named Sally Whitemane. She wore a red and black coloured leotard with ornate golden inlays. Her pauldrons looked similar to that of Jaina Proudmoore's but coloured scarlet and black. He also got introduced to Renault Mograine, the person who he just beat up, along with Interogator Vishas, Dogmaster Loksey, Arcanist Doan, and Scarlet Champion Herod. To his surprise Whitemane actually knew of him and his actions in Silvermoon and that she commended him for it despite her still being a bitch to him at the dinner table. After eating, Mograine and Galerion had to be separated because they caused a scene when the former made fun of his long nose with the latter threatening to give him another black eye.
Verandis felt unwelcome, so he found an empty area in the monastery. Around the gardens just outside the Crusader's Chapel where Whitemane stays, he was strolling and contemplating along the fountains. His first impressions with regards to the Scarlet Crusade were not very good since everybody besides Saidan were hostile to him. He thought without Saidan, everybody in the order would jump on him for just being him – an elf. "Hmmm. The Knights of the Silverhand were assholes? Well, that's explains Arthas." He said to himself.
While he was pacing outside the chapel along the fountains. Sally Whitemane passed by.
"Go to bed, heathen." She said condescendingly to him while making her way to the chapel.
Verandis can't believe he was being treated like dirt by everybody in here and they're just getting away with it. Sally Whitemane, in his mind gave him a reason to torment her. Best part is that she just got done eating. He smirked deviously at the thought of Whitemane's undigested dinner littering the ground.
"Fucking bitch, I'm gonna hit you so hard in the gut, I'll make you throw up." He muttered as he watched her go inside.
He casted invisibility on himself and followed her into the chapel and into the door just behind the altar, stealthily bypassing scarlet abbots who were just minding their own business. He quickly entered and locked the door behind. Inside was a circular room and Whitemane was alone: Verandis got her where he wants her.
Whitemane gasped when she saw the door open by itself.
"Good evening." Verandis said before coming out of stealth.
"What are you doing here? How dare you intrude me!" she demanded.
"I'd like an apology for calling me a heathen and an infidel at the dinner table."
"No."
Verandis casted a barrier on the door. "With this spell nobody can hear you shout. From the outside the door will look open… but with no one inside." He smiled. "Now, I'd like you to apologize to me, please."
She grabbed her staff and darted him with a mean stare.
"Let's make this more interesting." He grinned maniacally and channeled his magicka into his hands.
Sally charged at him with lightning speed, hitting him in the side of the head with her staff. Verandis stumbled a bit, but he was able to cast telekinesis on her. Whitemane was essentially floating in the air unable to do anything, so she threw the staff at him. Verandis easily slipped his head, avoiding it.
"Last chance. Will you apologize to me?"
"Fine. I am sorry…"
"Sorry for…"
"I'm sorry that you, the Savior of Silvermoon, are an unbeliever of the light and an oversized long nosed ugly goblin."
"Hey! I'm not ugly. I hooked up with Sylvanas Windrunner and Jaina Proudmoore."
"Light smite you!" Whitemane casted Holy Smite on him, but had no effect. "What the…"
"I'm immune to magic. Let me remind you that I am a high ranking magister of Quel'thalas!" he hurled her onto the wall then conjured up floating chains to bind and stretch her limbs. A daedric dagger appeared out of thin air in his right hand when he conjured one from Mehrunes Dagon's plain of Oblivion. "You dress rather slutty for a priestess." He rested the palm of his other hand on her stomach.
"I am not a priestess. I am the soon to be high inquisitor of the order!"
"And I will soon make you toss your cookies." he said before letting out a laugh.
"Huh?"
"Nevermind.."
He cut a square opening on her leotard exposing a good portion of her abdomen. She didn't have definition on her abs as much as Windrunner's, rather her abs were similar to that of Jaina Proudmoore's, but with less fat. Her skin was milky white and her navel was oval shaped.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she said, trying her best to squirm out of her binds.
"You'll soon find out." He said before he let her go.
Whitemane didn't waste time and was hellbent on ending this crazed elf. She couldn't reach her staff, but she wore gauntlets with articulated metal claws over the fingers, with these she flung her hands at Verandis with the intention of cutting him up. He was able to slip away from her swings but he got caught on his right cheek. The wound was not too serious, however.
"Ooh. You're a bad girl. I like that."
"Prepare to taste The Light's wrath, heathen!"
She lunged forward, but Verandis countered her with a push kick to her abdomen. Sally let out a grunt as the wind got knocked out of her, but she still didn't stop pressing on.
"Okay. Playtime is over." Said Verandis.
He quickly casted Stoneflesh on himself before he shot for a takedown while she was swinging wildly. Whitemane went from clawing to laying on her back with Verandis on top of her. She tried to shrimp out, but his legs were locked together in a triangle, trapping her right leg. His one hand grabbed on to her left wrist firmly so she wasn't able to move it to attack him. Her other hand was free and was hitting him, however her attacks felt as if she was hitting a stiff solid object – Verandis was virtually invulnerable.
"What the…"
"It's a damage shield, Sally. Hit me all you want. I won't feel a thing."
She frantically tried to claw into his eyes with her free hand, but it felt as if he was made out of rocks.
"Futile." He said.
Verandis forced her to her side with her left arm pinned to the ground while being held by his hand. His shoulder was pressing on her armpit and his head pinning her chin. He looked down and could see Sally Whitemane's exposed milky white abdomen inflating and deflating as she was breathing hard from panic.
"This is called wrestling, Sally. It's a martial art from where I come from. It's very effective against people who are stronger or better than you with the sword."
"I'll apologize. Just please let me go."
"Too late." Verandis suddenly punched her exposed stomach with his free hand.
"Oough!"
She snuck her free hand under and wrapped it around her stomach to protect it.
"Does it hurt?"
Sally didn't answer. He took her hand off and quickly hit her repeatedly in her stomach. She flexed, but the shockwave was still enough to hurt her.
"Why do keep hitting me in the stomach… Urgh."
Verandis didn't reply, instead he suddenly hit her in the liver which was the upper right part of her abdomen. He hit her with all the force he could muster.
"Argh!" she let out an agonizing grunt the moment she felt her body tense up involuntarily from the liver shot.
Verandis let her go and stood up. Sally was still on the ground grabbing her stomach, coughing.
"How's your dinner holding up?" he asked.
"Please. No more. I'm sorry." Sally said before she slowly stood up. Arms glued to her stomach.
"Too late for apologies. I ask again - how's your dinner holding up?"
She was still hunched over while looking at him with a pained and laboured expression. To him this looked sexy and is a major turn on. "My dinner? W-what? What does that have to do with anything? You're asking really weird nonsensical questions."
Verandis smiled and walked towards her then conjured a Daedric sword. "Let me just cut you up and see what your guts look like."
Sally did everything she could, but nothing seemed to hurt him. The best she could do was to beg for her life. She backed away and threatened to attack with her spells. "Please. No more. I'm sorry for calling you names a while back. I did my best to kill you, but you've bested me. Now I understand why you're this heralded Savior of Silvermoon. Please accept my yield."
He stopped when he saw her backed up into a corner. His eyes looked down at her exposed abdomen that now had red bruises. "Put those spells away and put your hands up where I can see them."
Sally did so, but she was still tense.
"Relax, Sally. Close your eyes, and take deep breaths. I will not kill you."
Sally did what she was told. While she was doing so, Verandis was watching her milky white abdomen deflate and inflate as she breathed deeply in an attempt to calm herself down. The sight of which made him really want to punch her there. Verandis readied a force amplifier spell on his right fist then lunged forward as soon as he saw the definition in her abs loosen up.
The horny elf delivered a full force punch onto Sally's fully relaxed and vulnerable abdomen. He felt his fist sink in very deep and felt the warmth and softness of her relaxed belly. Pinned between the wall and his fist, her stomach was forcefully squeezed.
Sally's eyes widened when she felt immense pain all through out her entire abdomen. "Bueeeghh!" She stuck her tongue out then torrents of her puke came out of her mouth. The stream of partially digested food that used to be her dinner splattered onto Verandis's arm before dripping down the floor.
"Oh yes. That's what I was talking about, Sally."
With his fist still pressing on stomach, she was having a hard time breathing. Sally was able to take a break from puking, but another wave of nausea came in. Her mouth puffed. She covered it, but the vomit kept going up. Ultimately, white liquid flowed out of her nose, then puke burst out of her mouth. "Bleurghhh!"
Verandis let go of her, letting Whitemane grab hold of her stomach with both hands and curling up on the ground.
"By the gods, Sally. They way you throw up is so hot." Verandis then removed his clothes leaving only his loincloth on.
Sally tried to speak, but another wave of nausea came, making her vomit. "Hueeergh!"
"Gods damnit, Whitemane. You're gonna make me wanna wank off." His erection bulged under his underwear while he watched her.
The intense stomach ache she was feeling forced her to eject most of her dinner while she laid on her side wrapping her arms around her abdomen, forming a wide pool of puke right next to her. Verandis squated down and looked at Sally's stomach contents. He saw partially digested bits of carrot, white meat, bread, and creamy soup.
"Fascinating." he said, picking up a piece of carrot and sniffing it. It smelt of stomach acid. "Fascinating how this used to be inside you."
Sally's arms were glued to her stomach, her eyes wincing and her brows furrowed in pain. "Y-you're... s-sick..." she said while suppressing a gag reflex.
The elf was still was not satisfied with her puking it all up because from experience, he knew there was still chyme in her intestines. "I know you got more in your guts. Those I made you puke up are just from your stomach."
"Light have mercy." She said while trying to get up.
"It's not over." He casted telekinesis on her and lifted her up.
"Verandis, please stop."
He pinned her back against the wall with magic and left her there unable to move. Verandis approached her and gently wiped some traces of vomit from her mouth. "You're beautiful, Sally. I want to open you up and squeeze your guts out."
Sally screamed as had as she could in hopes the abbots from outside can her.
Verandis suddenly casted the spell he used to painlessly open up his victims. Sally's abdominal wall phased out, exposing her internal organs where he can see them through the square opening on her leotard.
At first, she couldn't feel anything, but suddenly her screaming stopped when she felt a strange feeling in her stomach. She looked down and was horrified to see his hand buried deep inside her open abdomen.
"By the light! My stomach! what are you doing to my…"
Sally's guts were pink, her liver was brown, and her deflated stomach was white. He pulled loops of her innards out for him to look at. Sally screamed in horror as she watched her guts get played with.
"You got some nice tubes here, Sally." He said before he started kneading, sucking and licking her wet warm pink digestive organs. He even put some of the loops into his mouth. To move her chyme up her stomach, he pinched her intestines and pulled, squeezing her intestinal contents back up. Her guts even made gurgling noises that made his cock throb.
"Oh my... My guts are…" another wave of nausea came. "Bleurgh!" Sally's diaphragm forcefully pushed her stomach, but without her stomach muscles, she was unable to puke.
He spat out the guts he put in his mouth so he can talk to her. "You wanna throw up? Let me help you." Verandis grabbed hold of her duodenum and pulled her stomach out.
"Argh!" Sally felt her esophagus stretch giving her hearburn. "Please. No more. No more…"
Verandis wrapped her stomach around his cock and squeezed, feeling the warmth and wetness of her organ while it stimulated his unit with peristalsis.
"Hueergh!" Sally puked warm acidic brown liquid onto Veradis's chest while he humped her exposed, soft, warm, and wet internal organs.
Sally thrashed, squirmed, and let out blood curdling screams at the top of her lungs as her innards were getting crumpled and squeezed, even after she threw up everything inside her intestines.
While he was enjoying himself, suddenly the door swung open. In came Renault Mograine who was horrified at what he saw.
"Vile Monster!" he shouted in terror then pulled out his sword. "Abbots, come quickly!"
Verandis quickly let go of her innards and undid the spells, letting her organs and abdominal anatomy return. "Hey, bro. It's not what you think."
"You fiend! Wolf in sheep's clothing, you will not leave here alive!" Renault charged at the naked elf, but Verandis brought him down with a double leg takedown before he stormed out. One of the abbots grabbed a hold of his loincloth, but his underwear got torn off, letting him escape.
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Verandis was able to lose the Scarlet crusaders who were pursuing him for miles. The order's hounds made it very difficult to evade them even when he employed invisibility. Before he fled the cathedral, he tried to get the fragments of Dawnbreaker, but was only able to grab a shard of the blade and the crystal soul gem. He was tired, hungry, and worst of all, naked. He ended up in the town of Andorhal.
"Son of a bitch!" he shouted in frustration. He thought the pandaren arts changed him, but his maniacal urges got him into trouble once again.
He scoured the houses for anything useful like clothing or food, but to no avail. He needed to go back to Tirisfall and take back the other fragments of Dawnbreaker and look for other Paladins who are not fanatics like the Scarlet Crusade. He recalled from what Dathrohan said that he needed to have the sword blessed by holy magic before taking it to be repaired in the dwarven city of Ironforge. He came up with a plan: he is to go to Stromgrade, get some mercenaries, storm the Scarlet Cathedral, threaten the order to bless the sword or get executed, loot their gold, then finally go to Ironforge and get the sword fixed using the looted gold as payment.
While he was looting the buildings, he found a piece of dirty cloth. He then turned it into a makeshift brief. While looting further he suddenly heard a woman screaming, then looked out the window to see a woman wearing a torn dress holding a suitcase running from three grungy looking men.
"Get away from me. I got nothing!" The distressed damsel shouted.
Verandis quickly conjured a Daedric sword, went out and charged at the men. He hacked one on the neck, decapitating him, and then blasted another one with a lightning spell. One of them was armed with a sword and was able to just graze Verandis across the abdomen.
"I'm gonna cut that dick off next. Aye?" the man with the sword said.
Verandis blasted him with paralysis making him flop down the ground. He then applied the force amplification spell on his leg and punted the paralyzed man's head breaking his neck and caving his head, killing him.
He turned around to face the woman. "Are you hurt, ma'am?" Having realize he is nude he grabbed the decapitated man's head and covered his nethers. "Oops. Sorry."
"Goodness. I'm supposed to be asking you that question. Look, you're bleeding." The woman approached him then casted a healing spell.
She was an attractive woman who had blonde hair, had pale skin and was dressed what looked like an expensive getup with the lion coat of arms of Lordaeron around her waist.
"Oh, yes. That's a relief. Thank you, ma'am." Verandis felt the wound on his stomach close.
She took out an ornate handkerchief and wiped some blood off of Verandis's abs. "No, I should be the one thanking you."
Verandis noticed her accent was very ladylike like Proudmoore's.
"Where are you from, elf?" she asked. "What are you doing in Andorhal? and why are you naked?"
"I'm… I'm from Silvermoon. I just came from Tirisfall I uh… Got attacked and got robbed on my way to Stratholme, so I fled here. Say, do you have any clean clothes I can wear?"
"Certainly, but I only have women's clothes, unfortunately."
Verandis had no choice. "At this time, I don't think it would really matter. Clothes are clothes."
She laughed. "Suit yourself." She then went to fetch her suitcase and rummaged through finding something big enough for him. "Here. This looks big enough. It was a gift from my brother I only used once at a ball."
She handed him a black dress with golden inlays.
"This looks expensive. Are you some sort of a noble, ma'am?" he asked while putting the dress on.
"I used to." She extended her hand. "I am the former princess of Lorderon, Calia Menethil. Daughter of King Terenas Menethil."
His eyes widened. He couldn't believe he just met Prince Arthas's sister. "I… I… don't understand… I can't believe it! Varian thought you were dead…" he hastily knelt down, took her hand, and kissed her ring. "Princess Menethil. I am magister Verandis Galerion of Quel'thalas. At your service."
She gently pulled her hand away. "No, no. I'm not a princess anymore. Our crown was dissolved."
"My lady. The other Alliance kingdoms still stand. I must get you to Stormwind, quick."
"Has Dalaran fallen?" she asked.
"No. Lady Calia, it has not."
"Stormwind is too far. Dalaran is much closer. It's wiser to go there for now. I think I still remember the way."
"Aye." He finished putting on Calia's dress.
"What about you? You came here for a mission, right?"
"It can wait. I must protect you. My superiors in Quel'Thalas would surely understand."
She forced a smile and nodded. "Thank you, magister."
"Here. Let me carry your bag, my lady."
The two trekked from Andorhal down north. They encountered some undead and highwaymen on the road, but nothing Verandis nor Calia couldn't handle. They held off danger for now, but the fanatics of the Scarlet Crusade might still be looking for him, so he must be vigilant at all times and protect the princess. When dusk arrived, the two decided to stay in the abandoned buildings of Strahnbrad for the night.
The two dined on Calia's rations of hard biscuits and water from Alterac's springs. After which, they went out stargazing laying on the ground beside each other.
"M'lady. If you don't mind me asking – what happened in Lorderon?"
She sighed. "Death and destruction in a time where we should be celebrating my brother's victory. I was in the pantry at the time…" Calia told him about how Arthas killed his father, laid siege to Capital City, how she hid from all the chaos, and how she lost her husband and daughter.
"Goodness me. I'm sorry you had to endure so much. My heart goes out to you and your family, my lady. You stayed strong, hence why you're still here amidst all the chaos and dangerous creatures running about."
"What of my brother, Verandis?"
He swallowed hard. He didn't want to go too much into detail about his involvement in the demise of he brother. "His advance was halted in Silvermoon city. He already destroyed but a quarter of the kingdom with Quel'danas the only part untouched, but eventually we held strong." He hesitated for a bit. "He was sent to trial in Stormwind and was executed. I'm sorry."
"Nobody but I should feel sorry for him especially what he has done. Everyone should rejoice his demise. Everyone should be happy that it is over. It might seem wrong albeit enraging to everyone else, but it still pains me to lose a brother. I still mourn for him."
"I understand, your grace."
Calia's stomach let out a rumble all of a sudden. Verandis normally would get a hardon from this and would love to put her in a trance with Illusion magic then put his ear on her stomach and listen to the sounds, but this time he managed to control himself and didn't even think of doing it: his respect for her was greater than his maniacal urges.
"I have nothing to go back to: no home, no family, no wealth."
"I politely disagree, your grace. You still have power. By your right of succession under King Terenas Menethil's bloodline, you still have an Alliance under your rule."
"I prefer not to rule, if that's the case."
"What will you be doing then?"
"I will not rule, but I'd rather serve them. I lived my life in relative comfort up until my brother destroyed our home. That was when I have experienced what true hardship is. I have mourned, toiled, and lived like an animal alongside my people just to survive. Through that I learned about the strength of the human spirit. What I can do is empathize, motivate, inspire, and lead the people." She smirked.
Verandis thought she spoke like Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun, whom was very selfless and loved by his people. "You're already showing more wisdom than King Sunstrider." He said then chuckled.
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Meanwhile at Sunstrider Spire.
Sylvanas stormed into Kael'Thas Suntstrider's quarters.
"You let him leave the city for Lordaeron?!" Sylvanas asked Kael'Thas who was sitting beside his desk nursing a cup of coffee.
"Yes. Upon request of Belo'Vir Salonar." He said before taking a draught.
"Damn it."
"What's the big deal? You two can't just be glued together all the time. Give him time for himself. Let him explore the world."
Sylvanas grabbed a seat for herself and sat opposite him. "Listen. You don't know him as well as I do."
His brows went askew. "Yes, yes, he's a perverted douchebag. It's common knowledge in Stormwind. So, what?"
"He's a perverted douchebag who easily gets swayed by women. The big deal is that he has taken Dawnbreaker with him." She threw her arms away to express her displeasure. "Sure, let an irresponsible bumbling idiot blindly explore the plaguelands while carrying one of the most dangerous weapons in Azeroth. Nothing can go wrong, will there?" she stood up and slapped the wooden desk.
While the two debated, there was a knocking on the door. Suntrider opened the door to see a guard requesting his presence downstairs.
"Why, at this hour?" Keal'thas asked.
"Sire, a visitor from Stormwind wishes to see you urgently. She said she was one of King Varian's advisers." The guard said.
Sylvanas jumped in. "I really hope it's not Jaina Proudmoore. Otherwise, you might want to take her far away from me as possible. Aye?" she winked at Suntrider before taking her leave. "We'll talk in the morning."
Kael'thas nodded to the guard. "Tell her to come up to my study."
"Yes, your grace."
Kael'thas hastily made himself more presentable by tying his hair and snipping away at his mustache. While he was in front of the mirror, he heard a knock on the door.
"Coming."
He opened the door and saw a voluptuous woman with black hair. "Prince Kael'thas?"
"Good morning, Katrana Prestor. Come in."
He offered her a seat.
"Thank you."
"Do you need anything?"
"No." She put her feet up the table. "Do you wind if I stretch my legs up? They hurt."
Kael'thas's foot fetish is turning him into an animal. "No… no, not all."
"Ahh. Thank you so much." She took out a pocket mirror and gussied up for a bit. "Master Sunstrider, I've been sent by King Varian to inquire about the whereabouts of Master Verandis Galerion."
'What's the deal with this fucking guy?' he thought to himself. Kael'thas sat on the chair just opposite of her, her reclined feet just a meter from him. "I am sorry, ma'am. We are not allowed to disclose classified information to anyone outside of the Farstriders and Silver Circle."
Katrana noticed he was glancing at her reclined feet. "Do you mind if I take my shoes off, Prince Kael'thas?"
Kael'thas's heart thumped hard and he inhaled really deep. "If it makes you comfortable, then do as you wish."
"Thank you so much, Prince Sunstrider." She reached for her boots and unzipped them. "Kael, I can't seem to reach them. Can you take them off for me?"
"Uh…" Sunstrider's penis got erect. His foot fetish dreams are coming true - a woman is asking him to take off her shoes.
The prince has never had anyone offer her feet to him before. This was the first time he was experiencing something like this. His cock throbbed and his heart pounded harder, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Anyway. Is there something I can offer to you to give up such information? I can swear that the Kingdom of Stormwind wishes no malicious intents on your subordinate. I just need him for questioning."
He thought, her tone was suspicious, but the urge to take off her boots and put her feet into his mouth was so strong: he didn't care. "Okay, what's in it for me?"
Prestor looked at him sultrily " I know you have a foot fetish, Kael. I can be yours tonight if you play your cards right."
Kael'thas wanted to remove her shoes and suck on her toes. He easily gave in. "Verandis is in Lordaeron looking for members of the Silver hand."
"Thank you. Now, what would you like?"
"I want you to put your feet on my face while I lay down."
She smirked. "Oh? How about this - I put my feet on your face while I ride your erect shaft."
Kael'thas's eyes widened. "Oooh! me likey!"
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To be continued.