Holy crap long time since an update! Well remodelling a basement will make than happen I guess! Here is chapter four, hope you guys like it! It was hard to write because I have some awesome battles planned out but writing talking is really hard for me. So one ore two more chapters of talking then we get to some nice hardcore gut wrenching action! Also, please R&R, it is hard to write when it feels like only two people are reading your work =).
The Lion of Azeroth
Chapter Four
A stunned silence washed over the room. Everyone was trying to process what this "Lion El'Jonson" had just said. They knew of the existence of other planets, Draenor was testament to that, but an empire that spanned across the stars? That was unheard of. Also he mentioned an Emperor. Who could be so incorruptible to be able to control an entire galaxy and not let all the power go to his head? It was unfathomable.
"What do you mean by Imperium of Man?" The Stormwind ambassador managed to stutter out.
"It is the most powerful empire the galaxy has ever seen. With the Emperor of Mankind guiding us, my brothers and I, who are his sons, have waged war for centuries, reclaiming worlds that have been lost." As Jonson said this, his posture straightened, although it already seemed like it could not go any more proper.
"So what do you want with us?" Asked the Draenei representative, his fear being quite evident in his voice.
Jonson on the inside was furious. For a xenos to even think they had a place in the Imperium filled him with rage. However, he could use these xenos to further his goals here, because from what Turglynn described to him about the Horde he would need all the help he could get.
"All I ask of you is to help me make this world right for the Imperium. And that involves the removal of the Horde from it."
It was at that moment when King Magni finally spoke, "And just how are we supposed to do that? The Horde have us matched in military might and industrial capacity. We cannot possibly hope to win a war against them without massive casualties. The orcs are a dangerous, formidable foe. Whilst I personally believe that getting rid of the Horde would be the best thing for Azeroth, I have no control over what my fellow faction members believe. Also, who would lead the armies of the Alliance? Both sides have generals beyond compare, and we would need the best if we were to have any hopes of winning."
"I will lead the armies if you would let me" proclaimed Lion El'Jonson, "I have fought in the name of my father for hundreds of years. Countless planets have been brought to heel at my word. I would be honoured if you allowed me the privilege to lead your forces."
Unsurprisingly, the Stormwind ambassador stepped forwards, "While I will have to talk to King Varian Wrynn, you should be able to expect the military might of Stormwind to aid your cause." It was easy to see the pride swelling within the ambassador. To him this was the dawning of a new and glorious age for the Alliance, and the removal of the most hated orcs from their world.
The ambassador from Gnomeregan scurried forwards. "If we were to supply you with our mechanical prowess and technology, after the war would you help us take back our beloved city of Gnomeragan?"
Jonson knew that this would be a good deal. From what Turglynn had told him about the Gnomes, they were essentially the Adeptus Mechanicus of the Alliance. Unfortunately they had no titans to be used against the Horde due to their rather primitive technology. A Warmonger Titan would make short work of anything the Horde could muster. But Jonson could dream couldn't he? Still, although their tech was primitive, it would have its uses on the battlefield.
"While I cannot vouch for your allies, I myself will personally help you take back your city after the Horde has been eliminated from with world." Jonson said this as sincere as he could sound as he had every intention of keeping this promise.
"Then you should be able to expect the people of Gnomeregan to help you!" The small humanoid squeaked this out with joy. Finally after many years, the Gnomish people had the hope to return home! They would finally be able to be a real nation again!
The Stormwind ambassabor nudged King Magni. With a heavy heart, knowing that many dwarven people would die in the conflict, Magni made up his mind. "If our loyal allies of Stormwind are to go to battle, then the Dwarves shall march with our comrades in arms just as we have done many times before." The Stormwind Ambassador was absolutely gleeful at this proclamation with a huge grin on his face.
Ambassador Rawina Silverwind of Darnassus was stricken beyond belief. A complete human stranger had effectively just taken control of over half of the Alliance. This troubled her. While she had no doubt that the man was a brilliant general, would it really be enough to stop the overly aggressive Horde? With Garrosh being the new Warchief after Thrall mysteriously disappeared she knew that the only way to stop the Horde from completely clear cutting Ashenvale forest was to wage an all out war against them. With each passing day more and more of Ashenvale was reduced to cinders and ash. Was this man the key to winning this war?
"The Night Elves of Darnassus have grown weary with a continuous battle with the Horde. Ashenvale Forest is slowly dying. If nothing is done soon one of the most majestic forests on Azeroth will be gone forever. While I wish for nothing more than our species to live peacefully, with the current aggression of the Horde I fear it is not so. I will consult with my leader and see what they wish to do." Rawina finished speaking with a sombre tone in here voice. She knew that unless something was done, many Night Elves would be killed in the upcoming conflict.
All attention was now on the Draenei ambassador, Valum Opherah. With essentially three votes in favour of going to war with the Horde and on abstaining vote, nothing Valum did would really make a world of difference. So he tried to pave a path for peace, rather than one of complete bloodshed.
"Well it leaves me saddened to see that so many members of the Alliance are eager for war than for a peaceful agreement", he said looking at the Stormwind ambassador, "but I will go against what my Eastern Kingdom counterparts have done and not promise any troops to the upcoming war unless an attempt at peace is made with the Horde. We should not be so willing to sacrifice the lives of our soldiers if a peaceful resolution could be made."
Jonson was about to open his mouth, a look of pure rage on his face from what the Drainei had just said. Fortunately King Magni intervened just in time to stop Jonson from throttling the ambassador to death.
"You have given us much to think about Lion El'Jonson. I will order a meeting between all the leaders of the Alliance and we will decide what to do then. Until that time though I invite you to stay in Ironforge as my person guest. Anything you need just ask for it and you shall have it."
To the ambassadors he said, "Go now to your leaders and tell them to come here. The gnomes will open portals to your respective cities, I expect you and your leaders here in a week."
As all the delegates became to walk out of the room, the human diplomat approached Jonson.
"Milord" he said, bowing low to the ground, "it is an honour to meet you. I must let you know that Stormwind will back you 100% of the way, no matter how much the other nations may turn against you and try to weasel out of their role in the Alliance. King Wrynn will be here tomorrow, if you could spare some time for him I am sure he would be quite thrilled to meet you."
"I would be honoured to meet King Wrynn." Jonson said, bowing slightly. From what he knew King Wrynn he would make a fine planetary governor. He pretty much towed the Imperial line to the letter without ever have even being taught of it.
With this the human quickly said a thanks and walked away no doubt to bring the news to his lord. With nothing else to do, Jonson wander to what he was told was the "War Quarter" of Ironforge, so he could learn the military capabilities of the Alliance.