Author's note: well here I am after several months of disappearing from radar, I have returned, why it took me so long to update? Well I have no excuse, it was a combination of being the Lazy-ass that I am, and the fact that I lost interest because I was caught in something else, but hey it's not my fault that I lost the interest of updating this story, I have a perfectly sound reason for that, and the reason is; DUNE.

Yes dune, I stumble upon the first book by casualty and I said to myself, well I have not yet read this myself; so let's see what all the fuss for this series of books is about, cause of course I have already heard people saying that this series is great stuff, and until that moment the only thing that I knew about Dune was that it had something to do with the desert and Big ass worms, oh big mistake from my part, I got hook up from the beginning, I mean you just start and just a few pages later and the Gom Jabbar scene happens, now that was freaking awesome, it was a flow of epicness from the start until the end, by the time I finished the first book I had the desire for more.

And that's what I did, getting more of dune, I had to scan through several bookstores and the internet, to get all the books, and when I said all the books, I mean ALL of them, that is; the 6 books that compress the original series, the 2 books that are sequels and close that story ark, you know the one when people from the scattering returns and the Benne-Gesserit and Honored Matres become one order, and the race of machines rise anew threatening to destroy humanity.

Anyway, what was I saying? Ah yes the 3 books that compress legends of Dune, you know the Ones who tell about the Bluterian Jihad, the other 3 that are the prelude of the first dune, nice that they are named after the 3 main house, Atreides, Harkonnen (Damn the Harkonnen) and Corrino.

And the 2 books that are interlude, Paul of Dune and The Winds of Dune, I liked this books it's a good thing that Brian Herbert and his co-author friend whom I conveniently just forgot his name, well I later look for it in one of the books covers, anyway it's good that they decided to made this interlude books; in the original series a lot of time passes between book and book, sometimes inside one of the books themselves, and that time is not explained, they just show like a modest glimpse or a brief explanation of it.

That's why I like them they give a more detailed image and is a good background supplement for the original series, it explains the first years of Paul's childhood in Caladan, his time growing with the Fremen, and when he walks alone and blind into the Desert at the end of Messiah, good stuff.

But my favorite will always be The God Emperor of Dune, that's a balls-breaking book; it has everything, excellent story, amazing characters, interesting and thrills chilling arguments and moral implications, damn… it even has comedy, yes I laugh my ass out with THE LORD CAN READ MINDS business; that was hilarious. Leto II Atreides god damn, possible the best character that I had the pleasure to know.

It was kind of a pain in the ass to get all the books especially from internet, most of the time the only format that they sold them was Audio book, and I was hell no, no freaking Audio book for me, I want them printed, I want to be able to read the letters not hearing some random idiot reading them for me; that way I can a have better immersion in the story.

Well, I guess I bored all of you with my ramblings, I'm sure you all saying by now, what's wrong with this dude? I came here to read about the witcher/warcraft crossover and he just keeps babbling about dune.

Well sorry about that, it just so you can know what I been up to this past few months, reading ALL the dune books, how much books are in total?, I forgot to count them, let's see…. 16? WOW I've read 16 books in a row, no wonder I have not updated this past months; and hey! that could become a bonus for you, while reading all of this books (because I read them all in English) I have been paying attention for better ways to improve my writing and phrasing of my words, so you can expect that my writing has improve in comparison with previous chapters which mean it will be easier and more comfortable for all of you to read this stuff.

Anyway, time to finish this, oh! man I became a dune fan and addict at the same time, now I can understand why some people say that all the sci-fi works that exist have their roots in either Dune or Isaac Asimov novels (most notably Foundation, Galactic Empire and Robot Series) and its true, after reading all the books I'm seeing references of dune everywhere, I see them in Star Wars, in Warhammer 40k (although here are more prominent Asimov works), in the Saga of the Meta-barons(alongside Asimov again), in Starcraft, in Serenity/Firefly, in Halo, in Stargate, in Fallout (well just name references in this one), in Battle Star Galactica, in Dragon Age, in TES: Morrowind, in TES: Oblivion, hell even in Neil Gaiman's Sandman, even some characters and villains of both Marvel and DC remind me of something that I read in dune

God damn dune is everywhere and I didn't know it until know, I was blind to the truth but now I can see (ok maybe that was a bit too much), but it does give some merit to the phrase "what senses do we lack, that we cannot see the world around us".

Now finally without further delay, the new chapter of THE WHITE WOLF OF AZEROTH, for your entertainment and enjoyment.

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah you know the drill; I own nothing, which is good, otherwise I may end up ruining everything.

CHAPTER 6: NOT A DULL PLACE, AT ALL.

Part I

His name was Geralt of Rivia, he was a witcher, a professional monster slayer for hire….. And he was bored.

Well… not really, it could not be described as boredom what the witcher was felling right now, he was more rather… annoyed, yes that's exactly how he was felling right now annoyed, and why does the witcher felt annoyed? What drive him to felt that way anyway? which by the way in his efforts for lighting his mood, it has led him here in his current position.

Drinking mug, after mug, after mug, after mug of ale while sitting in a stool chair inside the tavern of the Cantrips and Crows, located in the Underbelly of the floating city of Dalaran… Underbelly; what an interesting way for describing the sewers of said city, although said sewers were as big and wide as the walls of a Mausoleum or even a Cathedral ; With ample vaults and half domes as ceilings.

It was quite a surprise really; to have found these place among the filthy, covered by dirt (and who knows what else!) walls of the sewers, there was a complex of establishments very well settled and manned… and surprisingly reasonable clean too. (Despite its unusual choice for location)

This establishments and set ups were many and varied; stands of vendors that were selling their great selection of wares occupied the center of what could be considered the main room of the sewer complex of the city.

The place was quite lively, despite the fact that because of its "underground" nature (for lack of a better term, because the city itself was floating in the middle of the skies with great chunks of rock and earth still attached underneath her, how do you suppose to refer to the basement of such a place?... oh yes, Underbelly) No ray of the sun ever touched down there, except filtered from the few manholes in the ceilings, which by the way were the manholes that people up there in the main streets of the city were stomping upon; unmindful of what was going on down here.

Anyway, much of this place illumination came from the torches that the people had attached either in the sewers walls or in the supports of their stands and establishments or at one side of their houses main doors.

Yes; houses, people do seemed to live here too, there were buildings and houses that seemed to be built attached to the walls that surrounded the main market zone, some of those buildings seemed to be not occupied and uninhabited, something that could be worth for later consideration.

Yes; it was quite a bit crowded to, with people buzzing about on their business or in their shopping sprees; hell, this place even had dueling circles, were clandestine fights were staged and people enjoyed placing bets on their chosen or favorite fighter, damn there even was an arena entrance in this place, were winning and losing money was common and the bets were as varied as the participants of the battles just as the result of said battles, from small bits of copper to great mountains of gold, you could certainly make a small fortune in this place.

All around, you could see people flocking in and out, just the same and fast way as money changed from hand to hand, or how the rumor mill and tidbits of information from the city up there were spread through the ears and interest of individuals, this place had a name, they called it the Circle of Wills; mmmph lovely.

Now Geralt our dear witcher and protagonist, had previously stumble upon, almost by accident with a pretty interesting corner of this place, it all happened during the night of the third day of his staying in this city.

He was wandering about at the top northeastern corner of the Circle of Wills, you know trying to assimilate all that he could of the felling of this place, when he was suddenly contacted by a bearded gnome, who had the looks to be a rascal and a rogue, the gnome told him that if he was tired of the simple and dull products that the boring merchants of this place sold and desired to obtain some more "exotic" wares; then he should follow him.

Now, the witcher obviously realized that this gnome was trying to sell him something, what that something was? Could be anyone guess. But because he did not detected any danger from this little fellow, the witcher decided to indulge him, obviously keeping his hand covering his main gold pouch, you always had to be alert for nimble fingers in places like this.

The gnome lead him through a secret door into a small well lit room, with red stands stick by all the length of the side walls and in the wall in the bottom in front of him, with wide rows of tables used for display in the middle of the room, what Geralt found there made him smirk; it seems that he had found the main establishment of the local Black Market; rows of weapons of a more subtle nature were here for display, concealable daggers, retractile blades, noiseless arrows and darts, along with equipment for breaking locks, or garbs and clothing to move quietly and unseen, and special equipment for traversing difficult terrain, like metal gloves that allow an excellent grip in stone walls in order to climb them.

There also were dealing with ingredients in this place, but this seemed to be more rare and dangerous than the norm, some of them were of a very virulent nature, no doubt that they were for use in poison making, others, if his senses were not mistaken were the organs and entrails of terrible beasts, some of them expelled a terrible magical energy, no doubt demonic.

Fel magic for sure, archmagister Rhonin and his Council of Six had explain him all that is to know about the demonic magic of the Burning Legion, he was pretty sure that many of the high magisters of Dalaran would found these array of ingredients dangerous and would order the disposal of most them, if not all.

Well that was not of his concern, if somebody wanted to smuggle which such magical compromising and certainly not so safe or legal ingredients, who was he to reproach them? Mind you some of those ingredients could prove something useful and interesting for him, if he used them alongside with a little of witcher alchemy that is; now that's a thought to consider.

The gnome seeing his pleased expression with the wares, boasted about the nature of this establishment and the ample catalog of goods in it; the small fella' inform him that this was the secret location of the Black Market (he had already suspected it as such) and that this place hold everything required to suit and satisfy any needs for either the fellow rogue who wanted to maintain a low profile or for the warlock who required that specific ingredient to ensure the success of his experiments.

Rogues and Warlocks? Well Geralt thought that he certainly didn't have the looks of a warlock, so this little fella' must have confused him by mistake for a Rogue; well he supposed that since no such things as Witchers existed in this world, it is not surprising that people will tend to assume that he was of some of this world known trades, in this case a Rogue.

Well Gerald supposed that if he were to knew nothing about the existence of witchers, he would also commit the mistake of believing that one of them is a Rogue, he certainly had the looks of one, and he certainly knew how to be conspicuous and subtle when the situation demand it, so fine by him, he would certainly not bother to inform the gnome of his mistake, not after he already show him all this stuff, there was a high probability that taking that course of action would result in violence, and he had no desire to kill him or his companions guarding this place.

He could see that the people that was here in charge had taken precautions of making sure that nothing endangered their business, hence the guards, hired muscle that was posted at the exit and underneath each torch, what caught the witcher attention was that they were members of both alliance and horde, there were trolls, humans, orcs, gnomes, goblins and dwarves performing as guards; not surprise in there really, the promise of reward and self fortune could be more seductive that any allegiance or loyalty towards race or nation.

And he would probably had to deal with the costumers too, he could see through the edges of his vision that the people in this place was taking notice of him, keeping an eye on him while at the same time carrying on with their dealings, they were certainly wary about newcomers, well Geralt supposed it was understandable, certainly many of this items were not easy to obtain, and any unknown could compromise the safety of their suppliers, leaving them without a reliable source to obtain such items.

The Witcher clearly was not interested in threaten their relative sense of security, fighting a whole room full of shady people could be messy, and if the council of mages heard word of that. Well he certainly did not know how he would explain to Rhonin the fact that he ended up in a room full of dead people that he probably kill himself, surrounded by a hoard of compromising and possibly dangerous and not entirely legal items and magical artifacts.

That could probably put him in a very disastrous stance with the mages and he certainly did not want that, especially since such mages were his hosts, he was certain that they would take it as a great offense and he could get ended up either incarcerated or expelled from the city, and what kind of image will he be given to the leaders of both alliance and horde.

No; the best course of action was making this people continuing believing him a Rogue, and make sure not to freak them out and if by continuing with this charade, Geralt ended up with some new items and ingredients that could prove useful for him in some way, then even more better for him.

So, the witcher merely decided to answer the gnome boast with a nod, maybe a little praise for the way this place is being run was in order; he thought, it is less likely that the gnome suspected him of not being a Rogue, if he was to full of pride to realize that.

"Indeed it seems that way, this is clearly a very impressive array of items, your people certainly knows how to run a proper establishment"

It seems the gnome had bought his act as he did not take any suspicion about him.

"Well thank you kind sir, I'm glad that you can recognize true quality, when you see it, may I show you our more recent badge, these are brand new ingredients, all fresh and unspoiled, you can see how healthy they are in color and the organs are fresh too, recently harvested, can't you see how some of them are still throbbing? HA, HA and the weapons are newly made too, you can still fell the heat of the furnace in the blade."

The gnome lead the witcher through the room, showing and describing him a great deal of different items, in the end the witcher decided for some concealable daggers, he still had his swords and a great deal of his throwing knifes, but it never hurts to have something to surprise your enemies with, he also bought some equipment for dealing with any closed door, you never known were you may end up stuck or when would you need an easy exit or hiding place.

The witcher also buy himself a dark cloak, in case he may sometime needed to maintain a low profile, certainly a totally albino man of skin and hair was not something that the people of this world were used to see, but most importantly, he bought himself a variety of ingredients, some poisonous herbs, and a few demonic organs and undead remains, it's true that some of this items were magical, but witcher alchemy is excellent to manipulate any type of ingredient, this organs will give him the tissues necessaries to experiment in creating some kind of oil that would really create damage inside the demons bodies; not to mention the undead.

His necrophage oil was good against the small ones, but proved ineffective against others like the flesh giants, who kept attacking and fighting with the same ferocity, and did not hinder in any way despite the wounds he inflict on them; he needed something that could stopped them in their tracks, or at least hinder them a little.

Presently he just bought a few of such items, nothing so extravagant, just some organs of felhounds, and felguards and remains of some abominations, as they were common enough (Rhonin and Lord Fordring had brief him about the creatures that the Scourge employed), the witcher supposed that he may encounter those creatures soon enough, and he wanted to be ready for when that happens.

He paid for all of this items and stored them, the daggers concealed under his clothes, the ingredients alongside the rest of the others that he used for alchemy (those had to be extra wrapped, don't want the magisters to find about them), and the equipment and cloak in his main bag on the left side of his body.

The gnome was satisfied with their dealings, he did not care that the coins that he used to pay were emblazoned with the coat of arms of several of the northern kingdoms, he didn't even ask about it, gold was gold and he made sure that his coins were of made real gold by taking a bite on them (he would probably melt them later anyway).

"Thanks for making business with us lad, if you ever find yourself in need of something special for your endeavors, you know where to find us, and if you have some friends that require of our special services, make sure to tell them about us".

The witcher nodded at him "I will make sure to remember that, goodbye for now" he told him and continued on his way, going towards the exit.

That had been an interesting and very prolific experience, but that was not what he liked the most about the Underbelly, no! The best about the Underbelly was the place where he was right now trying to lift his mood, the Cantrips & Crows a very enjoyable establishment, located into the southwest of the Circle of Wills, it was very well build place, entirely made out of wood, the walls, the floor, the ceilings and support, the chairs, stools, tables, desks, etc; everything was carved out of wood.

The Cantrips & Crows was an entire complex of establishments that rested on top of a wooden platform lifting it several foots from the ground level, hence the need of those small stairs at each of the entrances; The complex consisted of a Tavern (Gerald's favorite place), an Inn (not that he needed one, because the mages were giving him hosting, nevertheless something to consider for future references), and a bank (a nearby branch, close for his comfort, good enough since he already had opened his own bank account about 6 days ago, up there in the city's Eventide district, no reason for him to be moving around with his pocket filled with his thousands pieces of Gold, that's just asking of trouble)

The witcher liked this place, it had a thing to it, people came and spend his money to drown their sorrows after losing a bet, if they still had money that is (really it was a smart move to build this place close to the Arena and dueling circles), the atmosphere was quite lovely too, here is where people went when trying to blend and not draw attention to themselves, it was so easily to lose yourself in its atmosphere swings.

Here is where the latest news and rumors ended up filtered from the city above, if something was happening in the city, you could find someone down here that knew about it, if you needed information about something or someone in particular, this was the place where you had to go; if you needed to find a very special object, or if you had something that you needed to move without drawing attention, here you will find the means to ensure it.

Clearly the Underbelly was the place where you wanted to be, this is the place where you had to go if you wanted to get things done, that is why Geralt like it down here, this is where his kind of people dwelled.

How did Geralt found this place? Well it all started when he arrived in Dalaran 10 days ago in the company of the lovely lady Jaina Proudmoore and the rest of the Horde and alliance leaders, they arrived through a magical portal that lady Jaina opened using her magical talents, (and she is quite talented indeed), and arrived inside the place that is called the Violet Citadel, an immense fortress in the heart of the city of Dalaran, that serves as the main headquarters and place of learning for the Kirin Tor, it was a very large place, with vast halls, ample domes and imposing towers, all of them illuminated by magical light that came out from glowing crystals.

It was quite obvious why this place was called the Violet Citadel, everything was painted in that color scheme, the curtains, the banners, the crystals of light, the ceilings, hell even the uniforms that the mages wore where of that color scheme and also all of them were emblazoned with the symbol of an eye on them (clearly the Kirin Tor coat of arms).

Rhonin and his council of six (odd that there were just 4 in total) were waiting for them already, alongside a bunch of some others mages, after a brief exchange of pleasantries, in which the witcher was introduced to the council of mages.

That's when he met Archmage Modera, a sorceress of short brown hair wearing armor with golden embroidery and blazed with the eye symbol of Dalaran, she was carrying a staff with a crystal floating at his tip.

Next was Archmage Aethas Sunreaver supposedly a Blood Elf although Geralt could not rightly tell because he was encased completely in a metal armor wearing some kind of mask or helmet that covered his face completely, and had that eye symbol carved in the middle of his face; Geralt was not certain that he was able to look at the outside world with that mask on, at least not with his eyes, but with magic?…. You never knew.

And finally; Veressa Windrunner, Rhonin's wife and mother of his children, she was an attractive high elf maiden, of white hairs just like his own, and piercing blue eyes (nice catch by Rhonin, was the witcher opinion).

Now, as soon as Geralt saluted Rhonin's wife he could not resist to look toward were Sylvanas was standing, after all he remembered that her surname was too Windrunner, so he suspected that maybe those 2 were related.

Lady Veressa followed the witcher gaze and as soon as her eyes met those of Sylvanas, he could swear that the room's temperature dropped by several degrees. (It was quite odd, really).

Now this was a practically a very uncomfortable situation, practically all life and talking had gone mute, everybody I mean everybody, had their mouths shut, both alliance and horde leaders, Rhonin and the rest of his council and the others bunch of mages that were moving on their business before anybody arrived; every single one of them had anxious looks on their faces, looking toward the silent staring match between Veressa and Sylvanas; it was like if time had completely stopped just for those 2 to look at each other.

Now the witcher, certainly not understanding why suddenly the mood turned so sour, had to raise his doubts.

"At expense to look like a fool, I have to ask, what's the deal with those 2? Clearly it seems that they know each other"

The witcher's inquiry certainly did nothing to improve the general mood, many started to make silent groans or doing facepalms in an attempt to spare themselves from having to deal with this situation.

Jaina was quickly whispering at his side "Sylvanas is Veressa older sister, she didn't know until recently that Sylvanas had died and return back to life as a Banshee and joined the horde, also Veressa is loyal to the alliance"

The witcher took a few seconds to let that information to settle in and when it did, all he could say was…

"Oh… Bugger"

So all that Geralt could do was keep his mount shut, in an attempt to not worsening the situation any more than already was and watch alongside the others how those 2 were coldly staring at each other.

Finally, after a time that felt like an eternity Veressa addressed his sister in an emotionless dry tone.

"Sylvanas"

Sylvanas replied in an evenly tone.

"Veressa"

Now for some reason everybody expected something akin as a demonic invasion suddenly bursting through, but that was not going to happen as Veressa spoke again.

"It's been a long time….." Veressa closed his eyes and made something close a mental sigh before continuing.

"….Sister"

Sylvanass took a few seconds before answering.

"Yes, it is….." She turned her head at a side and without looking at Veressa she added.

"….Sister"

Veressa pursed her lips and lowered her head, she tried to speak again but quickly closed her mouth; instead just a muffled yelp was heard, she had to gather her wits for a few seconds and slowly and weakly she said.

"…I… I missed you"

Sylvanas turn her gaze at Veressa again, clearly surprised by her sister statement, she blinked and stand just there without doing anything for a few seconds, then slowly she closed her eyes and scowled, hard; but not because she was mad at Veressa, more like she was mental scolding herself.

Then her features softened and she opened her eyes once more looking at her sister again, with a look in her eyes of something that resembled kindness; and the ghost of a smile appearing briefly in her lips.

This... kind of greatly surprised or disturbed, several of the people present, who had just know Sylvanas as the Ice cold hearted bitch banshee queen, leader of the undead forsaken, but just for this brief moment and just only to her sister, she was no longer the Banshee Queen, just for a moment she let her guard down and showed a faint glimpse of the person that she used to be in life.

Sylvanas replied "I missed you too".

Veressa looked up at her sister again, and seeing her softened features made her remember of more pleasant times, when she was nothing but a little girl and with the eldest of her Sisters Alleria being far away in a distant war, that leaved her with only Sylvanas to look after her.

Such memories made her to faintly smile, something that was not lost to anybody, least of all her sister; it seemed that both sisters had managed to found a mutual understanding; sadly there was no time for the sisters to mend their relationship; there was a lot to be done.

Rhonin coughed to draw the attention back to himself.

"Well, I think the time for pleasantries has run out, come all you; let me show you to your accommodations"

He tapped the shoulder of his wife and signaled her that it was time to move; Veressa looked at her husband and after a few seconds of silent discussion, she nodded at him; Veressa casted a last glimpse toward her sister.

"It's good to see you again" she said; before turning and following her husband.

Slowly one by one, the people standing in the main hall of the Violet Citadel started to leave, either to carry own on their bussines, in the mages case or to follow Rhonin, in the leaders case, only Sylvanas stayed behind.

Sylvanas lower her head and a small amount of sadness crept into her face.

"Good to see you too" she said to just an empty space.

Sylvanas then straighten herself, and all the emotions that she had allowed herself to show; were forcibly pushed back inside, replacing them with a mask of coldness and once more she became the Banshee Queen.

Sylvanas then moved to follow the others, unaware of her passing right in front of the warchief who had bore witness of her change; Thrall watched her go feeling sorry for her, he would have probably never know of the conflict of emotions that were occurring inside of her, he would from now on see Sylvanas in a different way; Although right now he didn't know what to think or do about this.

Thrall look at a side to see the witcher watching him, it seemed that he knew what he was thinking, for he addressed to him.

"Come on; time to move on, there is nothing that could be do right now, there are after all other things to dealt with first, there while be time later for ponder about this, right now, all we could do is taking note of it for future references"

With that, the witcher turned and went toward where Rhonin was leading the rest of the leaders.

Thrall simply stayed where he was and sighed, he looked at his surroundings while thinking for a few moments, before looking once more toward were the witcher had gone and whispered.

"…future references?" with that the warchief moved to follow the rest of the troupe.

…

Note: Sorry but I will have to cut it short right here, this chapter had turn out to be a long one, and I'm still haven't finished with giving it all the details; and I wanted to put the update right now.

If you want to know what is that have Geralt so annoyed or how is he discovered the Underbelly you will have to wait for the next part of this chapter.

And well…. is very long, if I believe that still, not all of the details are complete I may have to split it in more parts.

….mmm… maybe I should make my updates like that.

Instead of single chapters that although long, it take me a lot of time to finish and update, I should divide them in smaller parts that although not very long are updated more quickly; what do you think?

And I know that many of my descriptions are not like the ones in-game; like the one I made of the Underbelly or the Black Market, but let's face it in real life such places will be clearly more different, Black Markets are not places where people sell, weapons or objects for certain types of trades, they are places were many illegal and dangerous things are sold, and the people in charge makes sure to have a tight surveillance of it.

So when I'm making my descriptions of places, I imagine how those places should be or function in real life.

If you hate it I'm sorry really, but that's just me taking liberties and if you don't hate it, well I hope you like it.

And do not worry, this time it would not take me months to make the next update, I have relatively free time to write now, so I'm positive that either I will made the next update this weekend, or I will making it starting the next week; so no pressure there.

And about Sylvanas shown of emotions, I do believe that she will act something like that if there were some kind of reunion of her with her sister.

She did sang that lament for all the elves that died when silvermoon was destroyed by the scourge, and she puts patrols that survey the borders of nowadays silvermoon.

So she is capable of emotion, I do believe that if she and her sister were to meet each other again, Sylvanas would break; and besides Veressa still loves Sylvanas, she mourned her passing and when their cousin called Sylvanas "Banshee", she berate at him for calling her as such.

BTW.- Thanks to KoNoSeKai for telling me were the witcher section was located