Ashes of Darnassus

Sylvanas woke from her meditation, visions of the accursed afterlife fading as the familiar smells of Undercity, and the welcome sight of her bedchamber and her companion welcomed her. However the thoughts of the waiting fates of all souls still lingered at the back of her mind as the Banshee Queen dressed herself and walked out into the streets of Undercity. Of course the Undead never had real need of sleep and Undercity was as restless as ever as the leader of the Forsaken walked out among her people.

More than Undead, or rather her undead, now were taking up residency in the long lost ruins of the greatest city of the Old Alliance, and bastion of the Banshee Queen. Various Horde warriors and Adventurers from a variety of states had gathered in Undercity and certainly more would be gathering swiftly as the Great War that they were on the eve of was soon to begin just as soon as Anduin launched his fleet. And more than her Horde, just on the outskirts of every part of the city she could make out the furry forms of up to hundreds of pathetic ratmen, her Skaven 'allies' who were her current greatest success and a problem in of themselves.

And while she could not yet see them, she was certain that Aleksandr and his spawn Tarei, her as of yet only two Vampire allies were watching her with rapt attention. Apparently Aleksandr would be returning to the coincidentally named land of Sylvania to answer to his leige and of course bring her proposal to the Vampire's noble house. Once she could secure the Vampires, maybe even intigrate them into her Forsaken they would become the greatest political victory she would have ever won for her people, but for now even just these two and their prisoners were more than enough, and the longer she could stall their departure the better.

Still she would make her way to her throne room, a large crowd of onlookers and actual dignitaries and military leaders following slowly after her. At the center of the throne room lay a map of the Eastern Kingdoms, on the map laid out the political and military arrangement of the lands with markers showing the Horde's forces and the known and estimated forces of the Alliance. Naturally the markers for the Horde primarily doninated the Northern continent of Lordaeron, with the bulk of the Alliance forces on Khaz Modan were positioned to block any Horde attempts to push southward and lastly the Alliance forces on the Continent of Azeroth were either positioned to counter the Horde's own feeble holdings on the Continent or were ready on ports set to launch their own immenent invasion.

Around the map various Horde leaders looked on with their own thoughts and analysis running silently behind their eyes, making Sylvanas wish she could read their minds, even if she could make some fairly accurate guesses as to what they all were thinking. Of course Baine was afraid to fight against his own pen pal, while Varok seemed to be mulling over his own dark thoughts, likely still lost to his desire to relive his past glory days, and if not for his popularity and skill as a combatant she'd dismiss the Orc as useless to her. In reality the only living person of her command she put much faith in was Lor'themar, the Regent Lord despite the Blood Elves themselves being so few in number and overall unwilling to commit to yet another war.

But another war they would all have and now Sylvanas had the allies and weapons needed to guarantee the future of the Horde and to secure their fates saving them from what she knew what was to come. First if these was the Skaven 'Grey Seer' Thanquol. The horn headed rat had a dramatically overblown opinion of himself and a parania that made working with him nearly impossible, it almost made everything commical then that his own supposed people, this Pestilent Bortherhood who instead their members followed and clung to every word spoken by Blistrox, who apparently was some sort of priest of plague. Blistrox and his Brotherhood of course were very much like poisoning both your and you enemy's drink to see if your enemy dies of it first. But she was certain she could keep them from negatively impacting the Horde's armies and keep them where they could serve the best against the Alliance. And if she could use Aleksandr and Tarei she might be able to claim the short term win against the Alliance, a win that would determine the later fate of this war.

Of course just possessing forces meant very little if she could not motivate them into action, or plan appropriately. Plans and schemes of course were relatively easy, so long as others obeyed rather than constantly opposing her will for their own morality and pride, but motivation was another issue entirely. The Tauren and Trolls always befuddled her attempts to motivate into action before a battle, while Goblins were easy to manage and her own peoples the Forsaken and the Quel'dorei or as they are now the Sin'dorei. Her experience could easily overcome such challenges even posted by the Tauren and Trolls, however the Skaven and the Von Carstein Vampires were entirely new to her with no connection to either Azeroth or Draenor, no familair threads of history for her to exploit.

The Skaven were full of self importance, greed, and paranoia, clearly each of them would sell out a friend for personal gain, and yet that paranoia and a sense of fear combined with their greed somehow made them functional as a society and if she could learn the flow of their people she could manage them. But the Vampires, while more similar to what she knew, they also clearly had the least interest in Azeroth, and clearly had their own suspicions. Likely Tarei's origin as one of the Draenei before becoming this self proclaimed, Shuk'tar. And of course the Vampires nature and ambitions were difficult, they fed on the blood of the living, Tarei drinking victims to death, and even holding a number of Draenei captive for 'experimentation'. This meant she had to hide or downplay the vampire's worst excesses otherwise certainly elements of the Horde would reject them, and they could not afford to lose these vampires and Skaven as allies, no she would find a way to curb their worst natures and turn them into valuable members if the Horde...she had to.

"Let us get the war council started." The Queen of the Forsaken and Warchief of the Horde stated casually from atop her throne.

"Yes my lady." Nathanos Blightcaller, somehow already dressed and in the chamber stated loudly beginning his speech to summerize the Horde's position. "Following our victory over Darnassus, Anduin has immediately recalled the Alliance forces consolidating the Alliance's positions and bringing up the Alliance reserve forces. For those who may not understand the Alliance's positionz they recently took the lead position and thus suffered the greater casualties fighting against the demonic Burning Legion in the previous year and have not had nearly the chances to replenish their forces as we and their Kaldorei forces have had. With the inclusion of the Skaven forces and the additional casualties brought against the Alliance in the War of the Thorns we currently have an overwhelming numerical advantage over the Alliance. Ho..."

"Why wait here? Kill them now, Attack-Slaughter while they can no fight!" One of the Skaven, Blistrox himself shouted out through a mouth that dripped with his own bile, Sylvanas would have to ensure whoever cleaned the throne room next didn't have a nose.

A loud scoff then stopped any response. "The Horde held back from fighting the Legion, and the Alliance suffered losses... but the Alliance reaped all the benefit of destroying the Legion. The Draenei with their misguided faith are in ascension, their hidden armies gather to their banner, and each of the Alliance's remaining soldiers is a veteran, if not an ancient warrior with hundreds of years of field experience. Your worthless blood would be a waste of their effort to take."

Tarei mocked the Skaven, her fangs bared and with a ever so slight red tint, the damned glutton had fed recently, and that always seemed to make her arrogance, bitterness, and need to dominate others peak. Still she was useful to Sylvanas as she was formerly an Alliance Adventurer and could help bridge the gap between the Horde and their new allies, if not doe her detestable personality.

"It's better for us to make them fight with all the disadvantage we can possibly force upon them." Sylvanas explained simply, noting that while the admonishment wasn't severe Blistrox still seemed to bristle at it while the Skaven Thanquol seemed to take much joy in his counterpart's discomfort.

"Thou seeks to utilize your enemy's arrogance against them. Confidence and surety are necessary, but if they are in over abundance this Alliance is sure to fail against good a strategy. I take that as your logic Lady Sylvanas?" And now Aleksandr was interjecting while Tarei seemed to light up and clung to him and his every word.

Still Sylvanas was not going to allow these Mallus newcomers have control over this meeting. "Your correct. And I already have a number of plans already devised with our troops nearly all in place. This war, is perfect for one of Anduin's closest advisors to reclaim his homeland, freeing his people from their accursed state as refugees. As such I reinforced the garrison at Gilneas, but only with lower quality troops and I ensured they were under supplied enough to be noticed by the Alliance forces."

"Why would you betray our own forces like that!?" Varok shouted, his voice carrying his clear outrage, but Sylvanas fortunately didn't have to answer the High Overlord as Nathanos instead spoke up.

"Because Gilneas is a trap. The entire kingdom is on a peninsula, and Genn himself built the wall that would trap them in the kingdom. If the Alliance controlled the Graymane wall the Kingdom would serve as a good and secure launch point for a campaign against Forsaken holdings in Lordearon. Instead Greymane's wall plugs them in, while a brilliant manouver of our fleets will trap the Alliance." Nathanos explained with a near dismissive tone, something Sylvanas would have to lecture him on later, they needed the Horde leadership on board and engaged, not feeling distanced from the decisions directing this war.

"Brilliant manouver?" Now Baine challenged Nathanos' claim, crossing his arms and glaring at the Forsaken.

Now Jaster Gallywix took center stage in the unfolding political strategy room drama, just ad Sylvanas hoped he would. "It most certainly is Brilliant, and costing me a pretty coin or two, even feel like I could go a day without having a tossaway on me." The Goblin began and Sylvanas rolled her eyes, though she noted the confused yet amused looks on the faces of those Skaven around Blistrox and Thanquol.

"I've built and stationed a mostly fake fleet of ships and submarines situated so that they could attempt to intercept the Alliance fleets, if this one was real." Jaster looked incredibly proud of himself as he spoke and then began gesturing to the ocean portions of the map.

"However the real submarines and much of the Forsaken fleet are actually under the waves to the Northwest of Lordearon while keeping a minimum living crew and only resupplying through highly secretive methods." The Goblin Trade Prince concluded.

"And you think Genn would somehow force the Alliance to invade Gilneas? What if Anduin doesn't follow your plan, the Alliance has many other ways they could attack." Of course Baine jumps to Anduin's defense, oh so predictably. If she could get away with it Sylvanas would laugh and mock the Tauren High Chieften. Instead she held back her disdain for the blatant and often borderline treasonous behavior of then Tauren and stepped up from her throne to take charge herself.

"We have a number of contingency plans in place. Our ground forces are positioned in a net over Lordearon so that when and if Anduin invades Gilneas we can swiftly get them to boats to force the Alliance away from the shores and of course secure the Greymane wall. However if Anduin should try to recreate his father's past glories by aiming to push past the Echo Isles and invade Durotar out own forces can be moved to both reinforce those regions after the Alliance forces invasion, while the rest can rampage in the Alliance homelands denying them the support they need. If Anduin chooses to push through Stromgarde for a land invasion they'll be first met with the Skaven's Pestilent Brotherhood and eventually surrounded on all sides by our forces. And if they should ever reach Undercity we have prepared to ensure that none of them return to Stormwind while among the living, not without first surrendering themselves to the Horde." Sylvanas pointed to each individual marker on the map as she described her plan, and the Skaven looked more and more eager as she depocted her plans, while Aleksandr seemed to calmly analyze Sylvanas' plans and had a near dismissive look.

But Sylvanas had other concerns beyond the possible disapproval of her Vampire guests. "And of course I'm confident that no one will be writing Anduin with anything to warn him of what is about to occure. After all unless there are traitors here, SI:7 expended most of their spies and agents in Orgrimar and certainly they shouldn't have time to get one of their agents into this chamber." Perhaps the declaration was a little too obvious for her implications, but Varok, Baine, they all needed to understand that the Horde, if they were to even survive needed to adapt and overcome the challenge of the Alliance rather than bow out of the fight, betraying their own for the fear of hurting a few self proclaimed innocents, and those arrogant enough to proclaim themselves virtuous while holding their blood soaked swords.

"And you think this will be so simple?" Now Varok Sourfang was the one speaking, his challenge to the Warchief obvious as Sylvanas turned to him along with the attention of the entire chamber.

"What now Sourfang?" The Warchief of the Horde demanded, her patience wearing thin, despite her carefully crafted tone.

"We have burned Darnassus, the wrath of the Alliance had been stoked. Even if Anduin and the others follow your cold logic and behave in such a logical fashion, their warriors will lash out with a viciousness, a fury and intent that will bleed us dry. No matter the outcome the Alliance will strike usnfar harder than they would have. So while your trying to bait them into attacking they might just drive that knife in much deeper than you expect. Those without Honor are always to recieve the most bitter fates."

Now Sylvanas dropped her aloof and dignified air and actually laughed. Of course allowing herself this moment was also calculated Varok needed to be shown his place. Let the Orc go on about his interpretation of Honor, let his ways drag him to death, she wouldn't let the old Orc drag the Horde with him. "So you're afraid? Oh great and mighty Overlord Sourfang, is afraid of some of his blood veing spilled? If the Alliance wants my eye, my armz they can have them both but I'm taking their head and their heart in exchange. And as the corpse of our long time enemy, those who rejected and condemned all of us to death outside their sights, or condemned us simply for existing, as the remains of their empire, lays in ruin. We will recover and expand to encompass what remains, to possess what is necessary to safeguard Azeroth from all future threats. And unlike the Kaldorei we won't be left sleeping while dark forces gather, we will be active and preparing. And our new allies will all flurish with their own empires secure and prosperous."

Sylvanas was practiced with her speech, ensuring that her passion seemed genuine while dropping hints of tantalizing profits, of conquest for those who needed more than passion, and of course including all the lines to assure others that she wasn't some Garrosh repeat and that this was for the safety of the world. Of course most of that all empty posturing, Azeroth would always be threatened by something, from the reports most of the time it was self deluded would be saviors who themselves were the problem. So of course she didn't believe in that saving the world crap, all she wanted was the prosperity and survival of the Horde. And the Horde's prosperity certainly could be achieved with the hinted concessions to her Mallus allies, not until theg were entirely absorbed into the Horde and made to fit the Horde's mold, no matter what tools she had to use to achieve that.

Still the speech worked, it started slowly, Nathanos clapping, followed surprisingly by some of the least sickly looking of the Skaven, who when Thanquol seemed to glare in their direction soon were joined by the rest around them and eventually with loud shouts and exaggerating clapping fr the Grey Seer himself who seemed desperate to be the greatest among his race. Seperately some of the chambers Orcs and her Forsaken joined with the early clapping, and soon the entire chamber was consumed by uproarious applause followed by battle chants and eventually war songs praising past figures, and other Horde leaders, Sylvanas herself included alongside Sourfang.

After that the meeting became more mundane as the more sycophantic of the assembly blindly threw support behind anything Nathanos stated. Honestly so little insight was to be had Sylvanas had at many points been tempted to cut the meeting short, but seeing Varok's and Baine's discomfort made her keep the meeting going.

"Damn that Banshee wench to the four! How dare she think to hold US here!" Aleksandr, a Vampire lord of the Von Carstein blood line, who rules over his own ancient bastion and was certain now with his newest victories and discoveries to claim the favor of the returned and ascendent Manfred Von Carstein, curse Sylvanas while his fist cracked the stone of the wall.

Seconds after a pair of ample breasts pressed into his shirtless back as the chin of her chamber companion nestled into his shoulder. "I tried to warn you oh star of my night sky, this is the way of Azerotheans. While Velen's cowardness saw the Old Horde slaughter so many of the Draenei my past self cherished, the people of Azeroth drove outland to be shattered in the first place, all while ignoring the existence of anyone else who lives there. They also were the ones to conquer us and enslave us while pretending to be our liberators. And all for their own delusions or obsession with Azeroth itself, more blind than even Velen is."

Tarei, the former Draenei that Aleksandr sired into a Vampire at the risk of his own life, and the most passionately bloodthirsty, lovestruck, and most perfect of his spawn, tried to comfort her creator. As she did her hands wrapped around Aleksandr's flesh their gentle touch tantalizing while she brushed her fangs temptingly against his neck.

"Still she obviously desires our power, she's blatantly envious of what we are while dwelling in her lesser existence, playing such... simple, games of politics with her own people." The Vampire growled his hands clasping the air and shaking in impotent rage.

"Shhhh, don't brush them off too readily my love. They thrive off contradiction, saying or doing one thing but being or preaching another. Besides they are the Horde, they're always either turning on themselves or fighting some outside force. By now I'd assme at least some of them are getting fed up with that trend. That's probably why Sylvanas wants us around, even if she's willing to risk potentially losing Manfred's favor, but I'm certain he'll accept our proposal, after all if your the one making it, then how can anyone reject you." And then the Shuk'tar punctuated her claim by locking her lips with her sire in a drawn out and pleasure seeking kiss.

Aleksandr indulged in Tarei's passionate lust for himself, his body tangled with her own and his fangs once again peirced her neck bringing a scream of joyous rapture from his spawn. While locked in coitus with the work of absolute beauty, a future of blood-thirst and vampirism made manifest as a woman worthy of his attentions, Aleksandr contemplated the plans Sylvanas put into place before her war council, and the letter he had recieved earlier.

That damned letter deferring his and her meeting for days more, delaying his depaeture for the portal back to the familiar world of his birth yet longer. All while the filthy rats infested the land, and Sylvanas surrounded him and his wonderful creation, his lover and daughter of Undeath, with mindless bloodsacks unworthy of considering as warriors so ignoble they were. And to make matters worse Sylvanas was so deluded thinking herself an equal enough to actually insist that Tarei control her hunger rather than allowing this glorious embodiment of bloodthirst to bathe and rut in the blood of lesser beings.

Also every night they delayed was yet another chance for their captives to slip away in the accursed day while the sun's light bared down with it's inherent spite for Aleksandr. "Love?" Aleksandr began, his motions still bringing out passionate grunts and sequeling from the work of art before him. "Should we sire another of your... what do you call yourself? Ahhhh..ah that's good, yes your Shuk'tar?"

For her own part Tarei seemed lost in a haze unable to focus just accepting all of Aleksandr's domination and love. But with a gentle reasking as the Vampire Lord brought his love making to a momentary pause the Vampress finally responded. "I'd be more than happy to have a new sister to share you with my love. The one who freed me from the corruption of the Naaru and brought me into the Night's embrace with all the power of undeath deserves no less."

Aleksandr grinned to himself knowing how thoughts of him, moreso than any fledgeling he had made before, consumed Tarei's mind. Perhaps he would recreate the torture method that had helped make the former Draenei into the creature she was now, or maybe other experiments could be made taking advantage of these Forsaken.

"Well then lovely, we'll have to make her as perfect as you, maybe even use these Forsaken to help prepare your Shuk'tar to display their value to our leige. However Sylvanas is trying to use us, and my patience is wearing thin." Aleksandr announced to his spawn.

Tarei let loose a breathy giggle hearing this. "Then play her back, demand pointless concessions, bleed these idiots and feed me, my sisters and all the Shuk'tar until we're strong enough that Manfred can't deny our value to him. After all we have no obligation to the Horde, we can do as we please."

As she spoke Tarei ran her talon across Aleksandr's face as her eyes gently locked with his own, her pale skin and red eyes seeming to shine in the dark chamber to Aleksandr's gaze. And then Tarei continued. "Make us your fall back, if those traitors you left in Sylvania some how gain the upper hand, let the Horde pull you out of their traps with a waiting power base here, let us have a force here to make the Horde into our domain and servants."

"Are you telling me to sully my honor? To actually join these animals?" Aleksandr hissed stopping himself entirely.

Tareinlet loose a hissing gasp of disappointment. "But love, think, if you've already built up a power base here, with how that Banshee wench is already holding us here delaying your departure then why not build a power base. Wouldn't that prove to Manfred your value as you can build an Empire for him anywhere you go my darkness of the night?"

"Or suggest to him that I'm a challenger who needs to be eliminated." Aleksandr countered with a growl.

"Then give him the keys to the kingdom, he is the head of the Von Carstein's and he is even who I know I should bow to him without ever meeting him. Make my life your gift to him because I don't think I can bare to exist without you." Tarei stated still locked in her own embrace of her master, and her eyes memorizing ever small movement and wrinkle of her beloved master.

After a pungent moment where Aleksandr was as still as death the Vampire Lord finally broke into a fangful smile. "A binding ritual, my wonderful creation? What a smart idea, though it will need some research since I don't know of how to perform one here."

Tarei smiled, her own bloodthirsty and fang filled smile. "I will be closer to you than any of those other worthless women ever could have hoped."

"And my gift to Manfred will be tied to my life, if he rejects me and you value we shall go to death together, and if he wishes to keep the new Empire i promise him, he will be forced to protect me against all those spiteful lessers who dare mock my vision!" Aleksandr laughed darkly before untangling himself from his progeny. "Let us make your Shuk'tar then bind them all to me."

While the Vampires schemed ears listened in, careful not to squeek away their position as their master had skimped on paying for anything that would spare them from a certain death if they were to ve discovered. And as the Skaven made their crude attempts at spying on the the two Vampires, Kester Richhater watched them and his targets. Sylvanas had paid him a fortune to spy on the duo for as long as they remained on Azeroth. At first Kester had been over confident and they had caught his spying attempt and nearly captured him, but now he was slowly learning the extent of their abilities, the distance to maintain while spying on them, and of course the moments where their personalities left openings for him to establish his array of tools to spy on them with.

While Kester was certain he could easily complete this job, and the newest tidbit about whatever insane ambition was slowly growing within this pair and how they planned to somehow birth new Shuk'tar Draenei, or whatever Tarei called herself. This had to be more than enough to both earn his pay and perhaps some extra rewards from Sylvanas, all while those stupid rats played as a sufficient distraction though Kester had to note that the skeleton guards, the 'wights' certainly seemed far more incompetent than Kester had been lear to believe of they allowed such low grade spies near their masters.

As Kester loomed over the chambers of the Vampires watching every event and recoring each possible detail, Haddihl fumes in lifeless silence. The Wight had taken the role of leading aleksandr's own Grave Guard and protecting his master from these odd beings who defied what his memory told him. Still the Wight stood motionless as lifeless as the bones and metal that served as the vessel of his soul, nearby Rat men scampered about just out of the Wight's reach, and his master had denied the Wight the pleasure of slaughtering them. Instead there was another somewhere nearby, this other was the true spy that Haddihl was supposed to watch for. Yet he couldn't sense anything, neither breath or motion of any kind to give the slightest hint of this other being.

If these, Azer-things that his master had bound his soul to battle against were truly as mighty as Lord Aleksandr claimed, then why were they running away and avoiding battle against the omce champion of the Salvana Clan? Why did they flee like cowards and talk of schemes and plots rather than sending champions to the battlefield? Still Haddihl obeyed Aleksandr, his soul was the Vampire's and his will followed his master, if they were to play the part of ignorance to soothe these people into overlooking his master's plans then so be it.

"Stop, No-no make noise! Listen then report as told. Fool-Idiot!" The harsh wispering of the rat men echoed in the nearly abandoned hall and Haddihl nearly moved to strike the rats down, only stopped by the order that his master had placed upon him. Thus only the softest of clanks came from the skeletal wight and his ancient enchanted armor.

But that sound was more than enough. The ceaseless sound of the nervous ticks and twitches of the Skaven group stilled to near silence instantly. There were several seconds of this near silence as Haddihl hoped that the rats would try to run past him, thus dooming themselves to die by his bladd.

"What-What was that?"

"I don't know."

"Well check-see what it was."

"How about we don't?"

"Coward."

"No, you coward!"

"Shut-up, both you, we know-heard enough, lets get paid-paid!"

And so Haddihl's hope that he could kill the rats as they instead decided to crawl away following the path they took. The other creature, whatever it was, remained for only a while longer before Master Aleksandr informed Haddihl that the being had left as well. Disappointed that he could strike down any of the cowards, the Wight resumed his post watching the door for anyone else coming to visit his lord, or ready to escort his master to anywhere else within this strange place called Undercity.

Review:

Guest 1: An apt Quote for Azeroth. Considering that even after facing great evils, defeating said evils, and having the powers of a Gamara Kenny (See Brandon's Cult Movie Reviews, his series on the Gamara series and you'll know what dark powers the people of Azeroth channel...the only mercy from a Kenny is the sweet loving embrace of death) somehow, SOMEHOW they don't already automatically know everything despite knowing it all in living memory.

BloodRedRoses11: The story of Volkmar and Anduim vs the Everlichen the falling out the two had over facial gair vs full head of hair was just the saddest thing ever even especially as Artheon was destroying his own army in a masterul 7D chess move to kill himself by destroying his own army and thus conquer the entire universe via having his plans absolutely destroyed and his soul erased from all existance.

Dragon King of the West: Almost like the trend, particularly since we rolled the clocks back a bit, of both sides not exactly understanding one another's situation continues. Besides it would be hard for someone who just won a war, for example, with a island nation to the west of china that was conquering all the pacific and starting a world war, to be told that a island nation to the west of china was going to invade all of asia and start a world war. (almost certain there's going to be at least one whoosh among the people who read this) but for now the siege of Lordearon and the events i left open or hinted at in the other story.

Mimas41: We had hints of that in the last story, but we may get more of that situation in this one or the next all depending on the characters. Maybe the two flamboyant, self assured internet trolls with great beards will get into a row about magic.

MadFrog2000: Yeah last story i couldn't work in adventurers very well as they detracted from the events and like always if anyone knows a PC of a friend or their own that they want to see in at least a cameo if not potentially joining the likes of Sister Avenah, Relyea Redcap, Aursuun, or the great Alyzz Kneecord, P.I, Mawrider, and potential Isekai Choosen One. Honestly it would make my job easier since the majority of suitable/alive adventurers i see when i go looking for cannon ones are either unsuitable, dead, or entirely meta jokes themselves. And I'm a bit better at naturally developing characters from the likes of "a merc iff the streets, a soldier in the front lines, etc, and it's hard to put adventurers in those positions. But this story should hopefully give me a LOT more chance to develop some adventures, but again anyone's input in that field would be appreciated.

Ravenguard0009: less him offering and more him going "what if", so he's providing aid now so the what if is less likely.

For that second Paragraph this story will focus more on those Alliance characters ignored in the lasy book, AND will allow the "mainline" Horde more screen time since we less have to worry about Horde on Mallus and the Imperial invasion. So expect to see Avenah speaking to her relevant leaders and some real discoveries and revelations and the shedding of some of that book 1 ignorance..though the arrogance i doubt is leaving any time soon since the Alliance's experience with other worlds is a 100% achieving the impossible success rate.

Also the map of the Empire is effectively a holy symbol for the Cult of Sigmar, so they all learn to memorize it.

Ironwall: "Ah yes, seasonal threats, allegedly powerful evil being we really ought to already know about and who mean to kill us all, we have dismissed that claim." -Everyone on Azeroth since Burning Crucade, of course followed shortly after by becoming a Gamara Kenny and thus knowing everything about everything and being impossible to deal with or kill for no reason...one day Gamara Kennys...one day we will be free of your abomination upon the Kaiju universes.

Hakuryuu: There will be peace, war, hate...and mirgets. But Anduin's trip, considering the circumstances likely he won't have much time.

JiggyliFAP: Well isn't Facebook intentionally supressing everyone but their golden gooses...so idk.

well maybe their fliers are less durable than a crop duster, sure there will be WoW fans who will claim in their pure ignorance of everything, that the biplanes are more durable than a A-10 and with more firepower and more speed than a F-16, but if their biplanes are as sensitive on the ground as a certain one of those jets, and delicate enough that sensitivity is a death sentence rathet than something to be shrugged off.

The Blood Kiss binding is soft power, as the individual vampire gets older or more powerful the binding of the Blood Kiss becomes less of a factor. Otherwise Manfred would have never sold out Vlad. And whatever your on about the Elixer, the Elixer is lost with the only guys who know how to make such a elixer... well it's pointless for them to make it, or they hate the vampires. The Vampires spread naturally, but it takes a sacrifice of a portion of their current power to perform the Blood Kiss, so they typically have to feed and recover after each blood kiss (which of course is ill defined) and well every fledgeling is also a social/time drain where they have to educate the new vampire, and deal with the beings new/developing personality.

Which makes the fact that the Chinese still didn't learn the actual lesson they should have from the century of shame all the more pathetic. Instead they convinced themselves they are the chosen ones of communism and would fulfill the great communist cult's vision by virtue of being China...

OK back to stormwind, yes because a slight difference in quality somehow off sets a city whose ruins should already be there anyways to recycle (Stormwind was built on top of this magical place called stormwind that stormwind fans seem to forget existed once) the construction started bearly twenty years before the construction of Orgrimmar started, started on the remains of a city and castle, and part of the whole Defias plotline that made the whole move a actual genius stroke by Onyxia by having the workers work for deferred payment, meaning they weren't getting paid until the job was complete and then when jobs were getting finished they were asking for huge lump sums, otherwise all support being cut for the Stonemasons is depicted having happened after they rioted and got a newborn baby's mother killed. So workers who were being mistreated and not paid at all rioted and ended up killing the queen... who was standing on a keep that took most of her lifetime to build...and was situated where another keep and it's construction materials once lay...compared to a land with NOTHING IN IT with murder happy elves slaughtering anyone who dares use wood for building in the neighboring regions...well no wonder a certain city initially looked ass... because Thrall was a ass leader who wanted his people's children to suffer for the crime of being born.

At most Volkmar can establish a Shrine. Volkmar also doesn't speak cat killer tree humper, he speaks badass deamon killer something very few of the Night Elves accept spraking and most of those instead accept Daemons into themselves.

Well they already think if they stand their yelling their hair will glow and they can fly and shoot nation killing death lasers...i don't think they need a third nuke.