Author's note: I know the next leader reunion never happened in the real WOW canon (or maybe it did? I haven't played WotLK yet nor Wow since I finished the BC), anyway, but this is MY fic (cept what it is mark in the disclaimer, which is practically everything) after all and I decided that it would be best for all the world's leaders to acknowledge Geralt's presence in one blow, rather than spend time and individuals chapters for each one of the leaders about how they take notice of the witcher; I don't think I have the strength to do that, maybe I'm just being lazy.
Remember I may end up missing or overlooking by mistake, some parts of the canon and in other situations I will not follow the canon at all.
Disclaimer: I don't own WoW nor The witcher, or anything that is copyrighted.
Chapter 1: The looming danger in a new world.
Her name was Jaina Proudmoore, she was a sorceress and powerful one too, belonging to one of the most powerful organization of magic users in the land of Azeroth; the Kirin Tor.
Lady Proudmoore ruled over the port city of Theramore, a city which she herself help found; with the help of her advisor lady Aegwyn, former Guardian of Tirisfal, she had been sucessfully in maintaining and resolving crisis in the past.
She was an attractive young woman, she had a pretty face with vibrant pure blue eyes like the clear waters of the sea, golden hairs of the color of the sun; her attire was composed of some kind of armored tunic; having some metal pauldrons protecting her shoulders, and a metal breast plaque of steel color to protect her chest, the upper part of her attire, shoulders and upper arms, where colored in a violet tone with gold embroidery, same as the section that covered her hips and thighs, the rest was colored of a pure white; the mid section of her body was unprotected, revealing her well-built abdomen and leaving her bellybutton exposed; she was also wearing a violet cape and hood over her vestments.
She carried a steel staff, with an emerald crystal in the shape of a spear blade in the tip.
She currently was in a temporary tent in the company of the most important leaders of the world factions; trying to mediate between them and avoid any unpleasant confrontation.
In one side were the leaders of the alliance, a collective of several of the most ancient, noble and brave species in the world; The Humans of Stormwind, the Dwarves of Khaz Modan, The Kaldorei or Night Elves of Darnassus, The Gnomes of Gnomeregan currently residing in Khaz Modan and finally but not least, the Draenei of the Exodar.
Their respective leaders where:
King Varian Wrynn, a man of strong, handsome yet hard features in his face, with and horizontal scar underneath his eyes that extended through all his face length; ha had charcoal hair that fell loosely from the front of his head and tied in a crude ponytail from the back.
He wearied a massive sturdy armor of sapphire blue and gold, with massive pauldrons that were carved to represent the heads of two fierce animals, his right one the head of a great eagle, the left one the head of a mighty lion.
The lion head carvings where also presents in others sections of his armor, one was serving the function of buckle for his belt; and other two for knees guards of his boots; he was also wearing some pants of a wine red, same color as his cape.
His hands where firmly closed upon the red hilt of a massive sword, the blade was composed by two steel pieces; the main one massive and of great length, the second not so big but still of a respected size about half the size of the other, the two steel pieces were joint together by a red glowing orb in the blade base.
Next was King Magni Bronzebeard, a dwarf with a prominent nose, and even more so prominent beard of the color of fire that was almost as big as his own body, tied in a long dreadlock, his hair was also long albeit not so much as his beard, just reaching his shoulders length.
He was completely encased in a massive steel armor, with beautiful dwarvish carvings in his surface, with red symbols painted here and there and between the joints of his armor; he also wore a small steel crown, more like a steel band, with a big ruby attached in the middle; and a long read cape upon his shoulders.
In his back where resting two steel hammers of the size of a man's head, one was covered with rune symbols, the other with golden dwarf's carvings; taking the form of a goat's head in each side of the hammer.
The next was High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, a night elf, a beautiful woman of violet skin and very long pointy ears, glowing eyes and hairs of cerulean color that carried several tree leaves of different tonalities.
She carried herself proudly wearing a white ceremonial dress of exquisite tailoring, with embroideries that represented a crescent moon, also with embeddings of sapphires; she wore upon her shoulders a deep blue cloak with feathered light pauldrons for protection.
In her back, she carried a Long bow of astonishing elven craftsmanship, it had a delicate look but it had the power to make arrows pierce the strongest of armors.
Next one was High Tinker Gelbin Mekkatorque, a gnome and old one with a welt build body despise his age, with a white silver moustache in his face, bald head, and eyes that were not seen because they were covered by some prominent tech goggles that shine gold.
He was encased in a golden armor with the symbol of a cog carved in the chest of a mechanical design; He had a golden shield with the same mechanical design that his armor.
In his right hand was a Mace that had a golden cog serving as a head, and a luminous bulb of light in the middle of it.
And the last of the alliance leaders, Divine Prophet Velen; he was a Draenei, a humanoid being of bluish skin with legs that ended in hoofs, a long tail, glowing eyes and a stretched brow, he was a very old ancient being, with a long white beard that reached his waist and tentacles in his chin that were visible through his beard.
He was wearing a long ceremonial white robe with red and purple embroideries also he wore red and gold long shoulder guards that joined in his chest and continued down his groin with glowing crystals embedded within it.
He carried a wooden staff with crystals floating around his diamond-shaped tip.
On the other side of the tent were the leaders of The Horde a collective of several warrior-mongrel shamanistic species and off-worlders, and the most misunderstood of all races; The Orcs of Durotar, the Trolls of the Dark Spear Tribe, The Taurens of Mulgore, The Undead Forsaken of Lordaeron and finally the Blood Elves of Quel' Thalas.
Their respective leaders where:
The Warchief Thrall; an Orc, a Green-skinned humanoid with a powerful and well-built musculature, and long fangs in his lower jaw, with hairs combed in long dreadlocks of an ebony color same as his ruff beard.
He was encased in a colossal metal armor of ebony and gold, with carvings all over his surface and spikes in his pauldrons.
He carried as weapon a massive stone hammer as big as the length of his forearm.
Thrall was accompanied by a "friend" of some sorts, a fellow orc and advisor, Garrosh Hellscream, Overlord of the warsong offensive, he was a red-skinned orc, with many physical similarities as thrall, except that he had a more harsh look in his face and no hair in his head except for a ponytail in the back with a very similar red tonality as his skin.
He was encased a red metal armor with massive pauldrons that had horns embedded in its surface.
He carried in his back two crude one-handed steel battleaxes with wooden hilts.
The next leader was Shadowhunter Vol'jin , a troll, a large three-fingered humanoid being of large limbs and slim body, light blue skin, long pointy ears and nose, a stretched face, large tusks and fiery red hair.
He wore a navy blue metal armor with pauldrons that were carved in the form of two scary skulls whose eyes had an unholy green glow.
He carried a two-bladed sword that seemed to sparkle with electricity in both of his blades.
Next was High Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof, a Tauren; an old and wise one; a massive being Half-man, Half-bull, with an impressive physical built, horns upon his head, powerful backbone full of fur, and a beard combed in Dreadlocks.
He wore no armor, just some brown pants and leather forearms guards, but he carried two massive shamanistic wood totems in his back.
He carried in his hands a long and powerful halberd.
Next, The Banshee Queen, Sylvanas Windrunner, an Undead Elf woman, she still retain her beauty looks of her former life albeit now they were harsh and cold; the once gorgeous blonde color of her hairs where now faded taking a dusty pigmentation, his skin also had lost her previous tone and was now of a dusty blue tone; her eyes glowed in a dreary red for revenge, like all elves she had pointy long ears.
She wore a light metal armor, of faded violet and blue color, with elvish carvings in the arms, legs, boots and breastplate, the carvings in the pauldrons had the form of skulls with some white feathers falling from the sides, and she wore no armor in her well-built abdomen and elbows, leaving them exposed; she also carried a cape and cloak upon her shoulders of a strong faded violet color.
She carried an exquisite longbow of elven design in her back, along with a quill full of arrows.
And finally, Regent Lord Lor'themar Theron, a Blood Elf; a handsome man of long white hairs that fell from the sides of his head, and were tied in a high ponytail in the back, he had a green emerald color in his right eye, but no color in the left one, with a small scar that run over his left brow and eye.
He wore an elvish armor of red and gold, with a red cape over his shoulders and carried a fine elvish longsword over his hips.
They had gathered to try to reach an agreement about a joint assault upon the fortress of a powerful mutual enemy; Arthas Menethil; The Lich king, the ruler of the Undead Scourge, a blight that threatened to swept over the world tainting, killing and corrupting everything in his path. A serious threat indeed; but despite the looming danger, the leaders of the factions had not manage to reach an agreement; too much history between them, old bad blood that was not easy to forget.
They had set up a small tent that served as neutral ground; it was located in a small land extension that lay several leagues behind the bases of Fordragon Hold an alliance strong hold, and Kor'kron Vanguard an horde stronghold, these bases were set-ups from witch both faction intended to lay siege to Angrathar the wrathgate a massive portal with the shape of a large dreary helmet, that guarded the path towards Icecrown citadel, the seat of power of the lich kings In the frozen North lands of Northerend.
It was in reality the road through the valley surrounded by cliffs that led to the wrathgate.
Serving as bodyguards for both faction leaders where warriors, footmen, marksmen, paladins, crusaders, sentinels, fusiliers, warlocks, rangers, etc, compressed of each of the several species and factions that they represented, there were also members of the most elite soldiers of each faction; The 7th Legion for the alliance, and the Kor'kron guard for the horde as well as several members of others military groups; all of them were posted outside of the tent watching, and waiting in and uncomfortable silence towards the opposite members of their respective faction, for any hint of hostility; while in the sky two massive airships were flying above the encampment .
The first one, belonging the alliance side, The Skybreaker , a massive hull of a battleship, with powerful propelled engines on each side to maintain the ship in the air, it also had many cannons on the side and numerous batteries in the front and rear, a massive steel eagle head in the bow and a massive bomb residing in the lowest deck.
The other one, belonging to the horde, Orgrim's Hammer, another great hull of a battleship, this one was suspended in the air by using two large balloons on either side, with a large metal catwalk linking them together, just like his alliance counterpart it had a great numbers of cannons and batteries installed for battle and siege maneuvers, it had an enormous main cannon in the front that poked out from the mouth of a massive stone wolf head in the bow.
Among the Faction Leaders were also their most trusted advisors and generals.
In the Alliance side were men like; Highlord Bolvar Fordragon, A veteran alliance soldier and the appointed leader of the assault against the lich king, a man with features that show experience in his face, with brown hairs that fell in a cascade from his head down to his neck, and a well kept beard that covered his face.
He was encased in a metal armor of gold and blue, with the lion of stormwind enbeded in his chest.
He carried a shield with the symbol of Stormwind embedded and a great blade with a golden hilt.
Also present was Highlord Supreme Commander of the Argent Crusade; Tirion Fordring, an old man of great military prowess, a veteran hero of the second war, he had a kind yet strong face, with white hairs that fell from his head and a white beard in his face.
He was encased in a metal armor of gold and blue, with massive golden pauldrons and a blue cape over his shoulders same as the blue mantle that was over his armor.
He was the wielder of a unique weapon; The Ashbringer, a holy weapon previously corrupted now purified; the hilt was a large golden one, the blade massive as it was covered in runes, it had a "dent" in its surface where a great golden orb lay floating.
Next to him was Highlord of the Ebon Blade; Darion Mograine, a death knight, once a man now an undead elite warrior that rebelled against his former master, the lich king.
He did not shown any of his physical features, because he was totally encased in a wine red metal armor, with spikes in its pauldrons and glowing skulls carvings, he wore upon his head a horned helmet that covered all the aspects of his face, and a black cape upon his shoulders.
He carried a dreary visage longsword, which had no tip edge at all; the sword was separated in two in the tip with a glowing green mist floating in the middle of its opened space.
Next to lady Proudmoore was her chamberlain Lady Magna Aegwynn, she was a very old woman but very well-preserved for her age, she had a kind face that reflected wisdom and a very long white-gray hair with 2 big hair-clips with a red jewel embedded in each one.
She wore a fine purple robe, with red embroideries that matched her red gloves and carried a long wooden staff in her right hand.
And finally the Leader of the mages association of the Kirin Thor, Archmage Rhonin, he was a red-headed man with long well-kept hair, and a well-kept beard.
He was encased in a violet metal armor of an arcane design, with the symbol of an eye embedded in the chest and belt; he also wore a cape of violet and gold with the same eye symbol in it.
He carried a massive staff that had a tip that could be used as a blunt weapon.
From the Horde side where present the High Overlord of the Kor'kron guard and Chief Advisor to Garrosh Hellsrceam; Varok Saurfang alongside with his son the commander of the Kor'kron Vanguard Dranosh Saurfang.
Both father and son were very lookalike; the only difference was that Varok had the commonly green-skin tone common in the orcs, but his son had a brown-skin tone, more commonly in the orcs that reside in the region of Outland.
Both were highly skilled warriors; the father a veteran from the three major conflicts in the history of Azeroth; the son having inherit many of his father traits make him a well versed combatant too, albeit a little rash one.
Dranosh was wearing his father armor and axe.
The armor was massive made of black and gold metal covered by a red mantle with the symbol of the horde embedded in the middle; the massive pauldrons of his armor had horns embedded within it.
The axe was a Big Double-bladed battle axe with a skull carved in the middle of the blades.
The older of the Saurfangs was wearing another black armor, with a red mantle, but he also wore a horned red helmet his long white hairs were seemed falling through it, he carried a small double-bladed battle axe.
All of them had been arguing for several hours now, little was what they really manage to accomplish, the day slowly and tediously passed until the stars shone bright in the sky.
"ugh…….. This so infuriating, I don't know why I keep trying to make a union between the factions" said lady Proudmoore with a sigh addressing to her Chamberlain "the only thing that it seem we all agree, is in disagreeing with each other".
"That maybe true, child but you know what they said, if you keep trying you might eventually get what you want" said Aegwynn with a sympathetic look.
Jaina gave a slight smile to her chamberlain "yep, maybe; I just wish that it shouldn't be so damn infuriating, why can't we have a break from all this?; once, just for once I would like to see that everybody agreed in something that isn't related to hacking each other to death"
Jaina sink down in her chair, rubbing her temple, a few feet to her side, King Varyan was having a heated discussion with Garrosh Hellscream.
"I hope for your own sake orc; that your troops will be there to lend us support, when we charge into the gates of Icecrown" referred Varyan towards Garrosh with an infuriated look in his face.
"Bah, why should we be trailing behind you weaklings? When it is obvious that WE can pull those damn gates down, without your interference; it would be faster and we wouldn't even break a sweat" Snorted Garrosh in Varyan's face.
Warchief Thrall feeling the first's symptoms of an incoming headache retorted "Calm down Garrosh you're not helping; and this pitiful insult's contest will not give us the answer to our problems".
"The answer is quite simple Thrall, we march towards the Wrathgate and tear it down with the great might of the Horde" boasted Garrosh.
"And how such a BRILLIANT strategy will succeed? We barely have enough manpower as it is to defend our own footholds, let alone to lay siege to Icecrown; how are we going to tear down the gates without enough siege weapons and supplies? I will not let you waste our soldiers' lives in such a petulant and irresponsible manner Hellscream" replied angrily Varok Saurfang .
"Bah, it will be enough and it will succeed, just a handful of our soldiers are enough to beat the majority of the squeamish forces of this alliance dogs" replied Garrosh despitefully glaring daggers toward Varyan; at this statement most of the alliance leaders erupted in an uproar followed by others of same magnitude from the horde leaders.
The tension in the air was visibly palpable it would seemed that the air was charged with the angry replies of the factions leaders, in fact it truly was, small sparkles were starting to appear around the great table where the leaders where, sparkles that where slowly been acknowledge by the factions leaders.
The intensity of the sparkles escalated gradually until all the leaders were forced to keep silence, they then tried to figure out the events unfolding around them.
Suddenly a bright flash of light appeared in the middle of the room blinding everyone inside, no one was able to utter a word until the flash died out revealing a crystal of sizable length in the middle of the table gleaming with a bright white light.
"What…in...the…light?" muttered Varyan "…How….How did this…this..Crystal appeared in the middle of the room?"
"I don't know but I believe this is an artifact of great power" answered Jaina glancing with a cautious look toward the crystal.
"Yes it is I can feel a great deal of energy emanating from within it" Added Aegwyn with a curious look.
"A great deal you said? Maybe we shall see if we can find a use to it?" replied Sylvanas with enlightened red eyes.
"No… it would be irresponsible form our part to do such without previous knowledge of this crystal capacity". Stated archmage Rhonin.
"Bah, what good use could this trinket be to us? It obviously does nothing but shine with that pitiful light." Said Garrosh glancing towards the object.
"Don't touch it Garrosh we don't know what it might do?" addressed Thrall towards his friend.
"What? There is no need for overreacting." Said Garrosh while poking the crystal with his finger; while the rest of the leaders stared with anxious looks in their faces.
"DAMN IT Garrosh, stop poking that thing!!" Yelled Thrall.
"Argh, why are you so angry about? This trinket is useless as a ………." But the words died in his lips as the crystal pulsated once more with energy; glowing with renew strength and tossing Garrosh towards the other side of the room.
The crystal expelled once more great amounts of blinding white light towards all the corners of the tent, "Fel, I don't like this any bit, we have to do something" yelled Jaina covering her eyes with her robe.
Warchief Thrall strode forwards covering his eyes with his forearm; he grabbed the crystal with his free hand which was engulfed in white flames the moment he took the crystal. "Goddamnit Garrosh, I told you to leave the crystal alone" Thrall turn himself towards the tent exit, and tossed the gleaming crystal into the darkness and cold outside.
A blinding explosion of light ensued after the crystal touched ground blinding the troops that were gathered outside; for a few moments' very dreaded laughters were heard, from the crystal direction.
"Elune save us" staded Lady tyrande while covering her face.
After a few moments, the light started to fade away and Jaina ran outside to check what had transpired followed quickly by the others leaders, and a few moments after the troops when they realize that their lords were on the move.
Jaina stopped to stare on the crystal remains that lay shattered in the snow and behind them was a man lying down in the snow, with pale skin and white hair as the snow in which he was lying, wearing a black leather armor with a chainmail underneath, and wide leather straps around his torso.
Jaina wondered who this man was, when she realized that he was starting to stir, she manage to take a glimpse his face taking notice of the large scar in the left side of his face that ran through his eye; she just stood there watching him move.
She didn't know that this man's name was Geralt of Rivia, a Witcher of great renown.
But that's another story; for another time.
Note: And so the plot thickens. Hope you like my descriptions of the leaders, hope that I did it well; I didn't find the correct words to designate some of their vestments, especially that robe-like thing that some leaders wear over their armors, I don't know if the term "mantle" is an appropriate designation; also that space in the ashbringer where the orb is located I don't know if the word "dent" is a correct way to describe it.