Captain Günther watched as the prisoners began to force their way into the prison armory and storage. "Quick, grab your gear and let's pay the block warden a visit. We will need the keys." The well-dressed, but suspect man, Flynn Fairwind, shouted just as Relyea reached a chest, opening it and pulling out her familiar swords and her armor. Günther searched and eventually found his own armor but considered the time it would take to put it all on and instead decided to limit what he'd wear to his chest plate and gauntlets; the rest he'd just have to carry with how little time they actually had.
All across the prison block, freshly armed prisoners clashed with the guards while Günther, Flynn, and Relyea joined the rioting prisoners, using the massed escapees as an extra layer of protection and concealment against anyone who might identify their escape. "Quick, we need to overpower the Warden if we want to escape." Swiftly the crowd of prisoners, along with their adventurous carry-ons, rushed the warden, who was out in the halls with a small band of guards about himself.
"None of you are leaving here alive!" The Warden shouted, leveling a pistol similar to Günther's own and firing. However, the shot was overwhelming, the concussion knocking the crowd over, and the round tore apart three of the prisoners, their limbs exploding from their bodies while the rest of the group scrambled back to their feet; they were about to break and run.
But then Günther shouted. "He needs to reload; keep him from reloading!" Those words immediately turned the rioters; they swiftly rushed the warden, even enduring strikes from the guards around him to lunge and grab at the warden while Günther and Relyea both worked on cutting into and killing the guards. Drawing his own pistol, Günther snapped a shot into the Warden as the cruel-looking Kul Tiran threw off the rioters. The shot knocked the man to the ground, where he roared in pain.
"You scum won't have me alive! You're dying down here, no escape!" The Warden shouted as he lit a match, tossing the flame into a small sack of powder on his chest. It was only by fortune that Reylea, Günther, and Flynn were the furthest away from the man. The Warden's pouch exploded, the blast entirely destroying the Warden and reducing the four closest prisoners into a bloody mulch splattered on the walls, ceiling, and floor, while two others were unmoving after being thrown back, most likely dead, and the last six were all hurt.
"Hell! We need to take a sample of whatever he was using in that powder. Something that good has got to be worth a fortune." Flynn stated as the Kul Tiran began to pull himself from the floor.
Nearby Günther groaned. "Really? You're wanting to rob this place on the way out?"
In response, Günther got slapped on the back of the head as Reylea growled. "We're already staging a jailbreak for you; besides, we need anything we can use to prove that these people are corrupt enemies of Kul Tiras."
"Right." Flynn sighed. "Evidence... Well, let's get going and grab the Warden's... Key." The roguish man paused, staring at the rent metal and blackened hole in the stone that used to be the Warden. "Change in plans, everyone. We're finding the Warden's stash of gunpowder to help us escape."
Swiftly Flynn and Relyea began scrambling around until they found a table covered in bags of gunpowder marked with the Ashvale trading company crest and a symbol of some strange-looking golden-blue crystal. Meanwhile, Günther paced the cellblock, occasionally looking out into the small crowd of nearly fifty escaped convicts standing over dead, dying, or captured guards. The rioters began making cuts on the surviving guards, while others took turns beating the guards as the crowd also fought over distributing the looted wargear they acquired from each of the defeated guards.
The whole scene was uncivilized and rather crude. A reminder that despite everything, there was a savagery to these Azerotheans that couldn't be denied. They lacked the refinement brought about by proper nobles, who ruled with not always fair or just but certainly necessary rods of rules. They didn't seem to fear the repercussions of behaving like a beastman or greenskin. Did they not fear the hand of justice? The judgment of their gods? Were their gods this apathetic? Wait... Besides their Light god, what other gods did these people have?
"Alright, stand back!" Not even seconds after the shout came, there was another blast, and a shockwave rippled down the jail hall, nearly causing Günther to fall over. Swiftly the Empire Captain spun in place to find Relyea and Flynn both on their backs, the torn metal shards of a jail door lying about them.
"That was so freaking awesome!" The woman in her red and white Worgen form shouted from the ground in excitement.
"Right, quick." Flynn shouted, leaping to his feet. "First of all, I need a constant supply of this stuff; it's amazing. Second..." Flynn turned to the assembled criminals. "Hey, anyone wanting to leave the door over here is now open for business!"
Soon a rush of prisoners swept past Günther, and the captain joined in the middle of the onrush, while Relyea and Flynn were nearly bowled over and had to race to keep up with the tail end of the jailbreaking prisoners as they entered the lower levels. Down several flights of stairs, Günther came to encounter his first-ever crocodile, or what he assumed was a crocodile. The captain had never seen one before, but the creature before him certainly matched the description he got from those who visited the Imperial Zoo.
However, the scene before Günther was one of confused horror as three of the beasts were attacking the escaping prisoners. One man was being dragged into the water by his broken, half-torn-off leg; another was clutched by the waist in the monster's jaws as it then began a roll, breaking the man's spine. The third was being beaten back by a quartet of prisoners, but it hissed and lashed back with equal ferocity as the four attacking it.
Massive hands then grabbed Gunther's shoulder. "This is our chance; let's move!" Relyea shouted to him as she and Flynn passed by, leading the Imperial on through the sewage of the prison and finally out into the swampy land outside.
"Don't you dare think you're escaping!" A guard shouted, turning and pulling out a sword while running towards the escaping trio. The guard didn't make it five steps before a gigantic, white insect beast erupted from the mud and sand before grabbing the man and dragging the screaming man down under the water. While Günther watched on in horror as the man disappeared.
"The boat is this way." Flynn shouted, carefully avoiding looking in the direction of where the guard once was.
Immediately the trip began sprinting for the shoreline with Flynn in the lead. After a few minutes there indeed was a rowboat waiting for them with an armored woman aboard. "Hurry up, Tor Dagor's alarms have been blaring, and they're lighting the signal lights and torches. Let's get out of here before they spot us." Immediately the group leapt aboard, where Flynn and this other woman immediately began rowing.
As they rowed, the woman nodded to Günther. "So this is him? I sort of expected... I don't know, taller, wider. Just something a bit more... there."
"Hey, he's the Imperial emissary, Tae. And, you know..." Relyea barked before trailing off with a tone that left Günther confused.
"Uhhh, know what?" He asked, which only led to the other three on the boat chuckling.
"Nothing. We need to get back to the city, and we need to do it quickly and silently. Let's save the talking until we get to the docks. After that we will need you to stay low for the next week." Tae responded before switching over to giving orders, which Günther immediately obeyed. And as the oars splashed in the water, Günther knew he was in for a long night.
The Zeppelin limped down to the open section of docks. The hull was torn, damaged, and chunks of flesh from an unknown sea beast hung off the vessel from where they were stuck into it. Aboard, the crew had two body bags on the deck for those lost to their journey laid out on the deck. Pools of water were all across the deck and in the wreckage of the ship supplies and quarters.
For the last four days of their journey, the voyage had been turned into a test of endurance. The ship's water and food had been swept away when the vessel was nearly destroyed as gales of wind nearly forced the ship into waves taller and thicker than the Greymane Wall. Despite the two shamans working with all their strength, nearly killing themselves in the process, they couldn't protect the Zeppelin entirely from the sudden hurricane and the malevolent will that seemed intent on striking them with the storm.
After the storm's devastation, the crew was left weak, waterlogged, and with a severely damaged Zeppelin that was forced to fly low and thus, closer to the water. That was when the sea beasts attacked. Only Sylvanas' strength, skill, and leadership carried them through those encounters. But now they were here, landing at the nighttime docks of New Bechafen. Here a number of ships of various designs waited on the docks, and as Sylvanas walked, she witnessed all manner of undead roaming or toiling away across the small city, and she hadn't even left the docks yet.
"Stay with the ship." The Warchief of the Horde ordered, and the Zeppelin crew eagerly agreed as they could see living individuals of various races being dragged off in chains or feasted upon by the dead. Despite this, they also could see the living walking about free in the town, most heading towards what looked like a fortified tavern of some kind with the label of the Gravesend Inn by its door. The building sat several yards away from the docks but seemed to be one of the most predominant buildings apart from the docks themselves. Anything else of importance seemed to lay deeper into the city.
As Sylvanas walked across the docks, she was met with a variety of sights. Huddled on their ships, vicious-looking pirate crews of living men seemed to cower away, hiding from the city they chose to make port in. Undead not too dissimilar from her own Forsaken walked the docks, though most appeared to be mindless zombies, and many more ghouls walked with their own intelligent purpose, their desires as obvious as their undead nature. Lastly, vampires also walked the docks in a group of four, most predominantly, their eyes hungrily turning to anyone living as they joked and jeered among themselves while tossing coins at passing ghouls, making demands while pointing back to their ships.
Eventually Sylvanas reached what she assumed to be the harbormaster, an armored vampire with an escort of more armored vampires to whom all those leaving the docks first reported. Sylvanas stepped into the line to patiently wait as the jeering vampires stepped up to the armored vampire before her.
"State your intentions in New Bechafen." The Knightly Vampire ordered, his armor creaking with his every movement.
The first of the vampires, a skinny, pale, blond woman, groaned. "Ye' know why we are heres, David. Admiral went into the city fer a pint, and she hasn't come back yet. We just want yer damned harbor crews to start doing their Morr-damned jobs an' start fix'n our damned ships." Behind the scrawny Vampress, a larger, thicker one nodded, while two burly male vampires started roaring their agreements.
The armored vampire, David, sounded uninterested as he responded. "Then maybe you should wait on your admiral. It sounds like she is guilty of wasting our time; if she doesn't start her business soon, we will have to ask you to set sail; tis a busy week. NEXT!"
"Just start fix'n our sodden ships, ya damned land 'umper! We been dying for a proper drink, but the admiral said we can't go till our ships be fixed!" The Vampress Captain snapped back.
"And the Arch Commodore ordered that anyone without business is to shove off. NEXT!" David snapped back, gesturing to Sylvanas before pausing to take in the Warchief's appearance.
Sylvanas stepped forward despite the gang of vampires in captain's garb refusing to step away, all of them instead glaring at their armored counterparts before turning to stare at the Warchief of the Horde along with the armored guards. "What bloody sort of sea-damned corpse be ye'?" The harbor master asked in shock after staring at Sylvanas for several moments.
"Sylvanas Windrunner, Warchief of the Horde. I come to negotiate with the Lord of New Bechafen, Luthor Harken. I have a proposition he may find profitable." The Banshee Queen smirked at the nearby undead and their intrigued and astounded stares.
"To meet with the Commodore is quite the ask. We'll send a runner to hear our master's reply. Wait here." And with that Sylvanas turned and began walking across the dock back towards her own ship.
"Oy! You! Hey! Hey bitch, we're talk'ns to yas!" The familiar voice of the first of the other vampires followed Sylvanas as she walked. But the Banshee Queen ignored the vampire until a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her in place; one of the male vampires, looking cross, glared at her.
"Me fleet-mate be trying to jab yah up. Maybe yah should listen to her before I take that pretty little head yah sea-freak." The male vampires growled.
"I'm not here to entertain you. I'm here on business." Sylvanas coldly answered the vampires.
"Business with that fly boat o'er der wit dem bleeders on-board? Me thinks the Admiral might like us add'n dat to our co-llec-E-tion of ships.' Tween the five o' us we capt'n eight ships fer Harkon's deep-sea fleet. Fancy boat like dat's gotta be able to hunt down plenty o' victims fer us." The second female captain said, trying to use her burly size to intimidate the Banshee Queen, who scoffed at the brutish display before her.
"Threaten one of my ships, my crews again, and see how long you live before I make a trophy out of your remains to display before all of Orgrimmar, cretin." Sylvanas growled at the vampire.
The little Vampress scoffed. "Dum, that's not an elfy name, you idjet. Stop try'n to fake an Elf. I've seen elves before, bitch; yer whole fake getup ain't fooling no one."
"I forgive you for being uninformed and incapable of understanding things beyond your own stomach, Vampire. Again I am Sylvanas Windrunner, Warchief of the Horde. I command nearly a fleet with forty times as many ships as your little fleet. My armies span nearly half a planet, and I alone could break each of you without question. Having seen far more powerful examples of your kind, four starved, unskilled failures like yourselves, who dare think they can try to bully me, is a great amusement. Four jokes among the Vampires of Mallus." Sylvanas snarled back at her vampiric counterparts.
"Oh, dat be it you tossed. I'll keelhaul yer—" The larger Vampress began only to trail off and freeze as a ship's bell chimed as yet another ship pulled into port. This one a strange sight even among the mixture of more mundane and accused ships filling the harbor. The new ship, trying to look immaculate with polished gold and colorful banners, but covered in seaweed, barnacles, and, of course, the rotting corpses of undead crew being directed by ghostly figures.
Each of the four vampires snarled at the new ship. "We'll be jabbing at you later, land wench." The smaller Vampress hissed as the quartet rushed to the side of the new vessel, where they immediately began hurling insults at the ship and its crew.
"Git out'a 'ere, bottom-feeding landlubbers!"
"F'got yer boat's supposed to float again? Dumbasses!"
"Git outa our waters, ye primitive monkeys!"
The vampires shouted at the ship with vitriol while even some of the ghouls who had stopped to watch soon joined in. But while the undead of New Bechafen jeered and mocked, the crew silently moored their ship. As the undead crew worked, one of the ghosts walked to the bow of the ship, where he began to shout. "M'lady comes to parlay with the Arch Commodore of New Bechafen. We come with loot with which to exchange!"
The ghostly knight shouted, which caused the harbor master, David, to snarl at his post. "Follow the procedure! Send another runner to see the Commodore! If yer lady wants to meet with the Arch Commodore, she will come forth and announce herself!" Even as the pair shouted back and forth, seven ships slowly rose up from the sea, each extensively damaged, entirely filled with water, and some even rotting. But their keels were entirely intact, and even Sylvanas could recognize that they were all repairable; the Horde could get all of the ships seaworthy within a few days.
"Hey! Hey! Sir, Lance-up-yer'-arse! I've got yer lady right 'ere!" The smaller Vampress from before shouted, entirely dropping her pants and bending over, waiving her ass in the air while holding a long rifle as a pole to steady herself at the Knight, who seemed to look down upon her disdainfully.
"Jenny, no! Avert ye eyes, Sir-Lance-up-yer'-arse! Ye womanless eyes be not ready for the sight of a real ass, other than that joke you call a horse that is!" The second Vampress shouted.
"Ey, Debs, don't be like that; he rides a woman frequently. Sir Lance-up-yer'-arse clearly has a lady fat enough to be his horse! Right, Jacob!" The first of the two men shouted before breaking into laughter along with the rest of the four compatriots.
The last male vampire began shaking and joking at the others while a series of small ballistae were being carted to the gunwale edge of the ship, each manned by a mixture of zombies and ghosts. "Eye, do you all think last he rode 'is 'orse the fat bitch bucked, and her fat broke 'is neck when the flab hit 'em?"
"C'mon, Sir Knight, gotta say mine is got t'be better den 'Zweee loody's' lard rolls!" The smaller Vampress continued mocking before laughing hard enough that she fell over onto her face. "Fucking Morr!" Which then caused the other three to laugh all the more while Sylvanas scowled at the crude scene.
"Fire." The Knight ordered, and several magically infused bolts flew, striking the dock next to the vampires before exploding, throwing the four vampires across the docks.
"Whale humping whores!" The smallest of the vampires, Jenny, roared as she immediately stood, aiming her gun at the ship, firing, and knocking off the head of one of the zombie crew, who collapsed, dropping one of the ballista bolts onto the deck.
"Dare to strike the Lamprey! Fire!" More bolts were fired, each causing a small blast that tore apart the dock and scrambled the vampires.
"Ye dare lash out at Tina's fleet! Get the cannons! Let's fill em with so much lead they can't ever get back up from beneath the waves! Josh, call yer beasts!" The vampire named Jacob shouted. However, before the brewing battle could escalate, halberds were leveled at the necks of each of the vampires. The harbor master and his guards stood around the vampire captains.
"Engage in battle on the Commodore's docks, and my Depth Guard will execute all of you." The harbor master snarled as the four vampires and the Ghost Knights all slowly relented, each sheathing their blades or stowing their weapons as the harbor master glared down at the vampire captains.
"Hey, hey, what's dis?" A new slurred voice demanded as another female vampire dressed in excessive finery stumbled onto the dock, a wooden mug filled with blood in hand.
The harbor master turned back, glaring at this new vampire. "Admiral Tina. Every time you come back to port, you cause trouble. Take your fleet and leave."
"Are you kidding me? My fleet needs repair, an' the pickled blood we got is no better than drinking piss. We need time to get the fixes to our ships and restock on blood! The admiral shouted back at the harbor master.
Before the harbor master could answer, one of the Depth Guard ran up to the harbor master and began whispering in his ear. The harbor master stared, going from Sylvanas to the crew of the Lamprey and then to Admiral Tina. "The Commodore is in one of his moods; as such, Black Jens has taken command of New Bechafen. No one is to visit the Commodore; he will not see anyone for the next two weeks, according to Black Jens's order. All of you are to set sail and clear out of my docks once your ship stores are full."
"Full of what? Water and piss? My captains need blood; we've been giving everything to the commodore for years. We need warm bodies, at least some fresh blood. Or Manann, as my witness, you will not hear the end of the earth of 'tight lip' Tina!" The vampire admiral threatened, but the harbor master remained unimpressed.
"Tina, you're the biggest braggart on our docks. You've never kept a single secret."
"Not those lips, ass-face!" Jenny shouted from where she and the other captains remained with the Depth Guard surrounding them, axes and halberds drawn and aimed at the quartet.
"M'lady doesn't require to treat with thy Commodore directly. These vessels in exchange for fresh audiences for her practice show and more syreens for her upcoming performance." The ghost knight aboard the ship shouted out, causing the harbor master to turn and face the ship as zombies pushing rows of cannons began to enter the harbor.
"No. If that is your only business, shove off of my docks." The harbormaster threatened.
Sylvanas glared angrily as she watched everything occurring. "I am not a pirate. I am Sylvanas Windrunner, Warchief of the Horde, a union of various races with resources enough to entirely reshape your world. If not Luthor Harken, allow me to speak to his second."
The harbor master glared at Sylvanas. "And allow you to threaten the Commodore during relief tea time? He might run away. Black Jens's orders are absolute. Leave, or I will gun down your vessel and enslave your crew."
Sylvanas glared at the harbor master. "The Horde could destroy you or secure the empire you're forging here."
"And you will be dead long before that." The harbor master stated before turning and leaving, while the zombies arrayed their cannons, aiming at Sylvanas' Zeppelin, the Lamprey, and Tina's fleet.
Tina and her captains were left stewing in rage while the ghost knight was unreadable. All of them and Sylvanas were ordered to leave and would have to be gone as soon as supplies were loaded into their ships. She had wasted likely more than a week on this; Mulgore was under siege, and if she didn't return to Orgrimmar soon, Magatha Grimtotem would cause no end to her political troubles, not to mention that the damned Skaven needed her or her servants constantly babysitting them; otherwise, they would brew up their own trouble, particularly that damned Thanquol, but every time she considered having him die in an unfortunate accident, he'd make himself indispensably useful.
But the Horde desperately needed more forces from Mallus, and she needed some way to gain the Vampire fleet. But she wasn't the only one with needs here; the Admiral was practically screaming out what she needed, and whomever this lady of the Lamprey ship was, she seemed to have delusions and needs Sylvanas could also use. Between the two groups' displays today, that would put at least seventeen vessels possessed together between their two fleets. And that was at least five more vampires and whatever this Lady of the Lamprey was as well. If even one of them was even close to Aleksandr's own force's ability, that was a substantial boon at the current moment.
With that reasoning, Sylvanas grinned as she walked up to Admiral Tina, who was currently with her captains making lewd gestures at the walking-away Depth Guards. "And yer dicks aren't ever gonnabe good enough fer any woman! Any whore'll admit it: you never pleased none of em!"
"Admiral Tina, right?" Sylvanas opened, grabbing the attention of the group of vampires.
"Hey, Tina, dats the fake elf ghost lady! Look at those fake ears, waaaay too big right, right? Maybe I should shoot them off!" The smaller, gun-wielding vampress loudly announced to her leader with a far too eager tone.
"Try, and my bow will take your head." Sylvanas retorted.
"Nah, Jenny, she looks real 'nough. Right, bitch, now whatchu want?" The vampire admiral demanded with a frown.
Sylvanas grinned. "I want a fleet filled with bloodthirsty monsters willing to slaughter entire cities, taking the residents and drinking them dry, turning their corpses into undead that my Horde won't be forced to see. And you, you want blood; you want someone who will repair your ships. No, you want someone to serve as a patron who will pay for your services." As she spoke, the Banshee Queen of the Forsaken paced around the five assembled vampires.
"N' what da hell dat s'posed ta mean? Admiral, let me beat da shit out'a this whore!" The bear of a Vampress shouted while pulling out a massive axe.
"Deb, hol' it! Jacob, hold yer bars, Josh, don' ye dare. 'aight, freaky ghost bitch with 'er own freaky body wants ta be our fleet's patron, eh?" Tina stated, reaching into her coat and scratching her boob as she walked over to Sylvanas.
The Admiral then lunged, planting her own face up against Sylvanas' own face. "Eh, so what, gots yourself a city, m'lady? Maybe yer actually the daughter of a merchant lord?"
Sylvanas remained unmoved. "You didn't pay attention to anyone else during the last several minutes, did you? I am Sylvanas Windrunner, Warchief of the Horde, lady of destroyed Lordearon, with entire nations and tribes at my command. You want repairs done upon your ships; my docks can easily aid you."
Tina smirked, pulling away and looking down the dock and smirking. "Dat flying junk doesn't look too 'fixed up' if yer asking me. But gots to say a fly'n ship is pretty interesting."
"I have more, and if you want one, I could give you one in exchange for your services." Sylvanas stated dismissively. Compared to Aleksandr and the Von Carstiens, these vampires were fairly straightforward and simpleminded.
"So. She's gonna make our ships fly if we work fer her?" Jenny asked, the short blond vampire sounding eager again but getting slapped by Tina as a response to her question.
"What kinda job do you want us fer if you got such a big, powerful 'hoard' under yer command?" Tina asked while manhandling her vampire captains into a mimicry of an organized line.
"There are portals opening between realms; in my realm, the human kingdoms are arranged around a series of immensely powerful city-states. Kul Tiras is one of these city-states. My Horde is at war with an Alliance that is centered around these city-states..." Sylvanas began to explain before Tina suddenly spat at her feet.
"Yous asking for me fleet as some damn merc fleet. We ain't fighting no war fer no strange pointy-eared bitch." Tina proclaimed with fervor.
"No, Kul Tiras hasn't joined the war yet. But their old allies are pressuring them to join. But what no one realizes is that other parties in Kul Tiras are looking to entirely destroy and overthrow the kingdom. But they don't have nearly enough power; your fleet can tip that scale, throwing all of Kul Tiras into absolute chaos. They're the greatest naval might in all of Azeroth, their men the best sailors, and their ships some of the best." The Warchief explained, trying to tempt them with easy bait.
"Cold Tear-ass? Never heard of the place."
"No Jacob! It was Cool deer-ass."
"Nah, Josh, Jacob, I think it's one of Dem moons speak languages. Probably means pretty magic heart or something." Deb stated while folding her arms and shrugging her shoulders.
"The portal to my realm is also just off the coast of Araby. I don't know much, but I hear their slave markets are famous. And I have plenty of wealth; meet my servants at the portal, and I can have them buy you plenty of slaves just for making the trip." Sylvanas offered, which finally perked up Tina and Jenny, who rushed up under her Admiral's coat, planting her head just under the Admiral's breast.
"Oh cwaptain, could we pweeese, go? Just tink of all the yummy blood we can buy!" Jenny enthusiastically stated using a baby voice while Tina petted the smaller vampire's head.
"Fine!" The admiral relented, and Sylvanas smirked.
"Good, and now there's just one last detail. I want to make sure you have the best chance of winning." Sylvanas explained.
"So what? Giving us a fleet of flying ships or something?" Tina asked, now looking at the Warchief with suspicion.
"No, but..." Sylvanas looked over the Lamprey and heard the vampires immediately hiss in outrage.
"Yous got to be an idiot to think those idiot horse humpers are ever going to be 'elpful. Dey're a stupid lot. And that bitch leading em keeps stealing all me friggin loot! Sinking ships my crew had been chasing, taken' potshots at me fleet!" Tina growled, but Sylvanas shrugged.
"Yes, but what she's already offering would double your fleet size, add her ship, and anything else we can get, and you could probably do much better than raid Kul Tiras; you could conquer it. No more needs to answer to these moods of Luthor Harken, your own port and city. A limitless supply of blood." As the Warchief spoke, she could see the captains around Tina, each of them lit up as the prospect of conquest, wealth, and blood crossed their minds, and soon all four were pawing at and begging for Tina's approval.
"Fine! We can talk to that fat ghost bitch. But Cylostra Direfin is a fucking lunatic. Bitch ain't gonna see no reason. Her fleet also isn't gonna be any help; they prefer being under the water to actually sailing." Tina relented to her captains while still dismissing the ghost ship, its crew, and the lady they served.
"Even so, I can make them see reason. They will agree, or else." Sylvanas answered, already walking towards the Lamprey confidently. She would add these ghosts to her arsenal and nothing would stop her.
Reviews:
Godofwoof: *slap* Stop *slap* making me *slap* defend *slap* Warcraft. Blizzard staff end up thinking I like their detestable selves. Anduin actually shouldn't be a stranger to politics even if the Empire's are more complex due to scale of the nobile class involved Anduin's life has seen some of the most complex scenarios for human politics on Azeroth play out... And then for Blizzard to ignore them and pretend they don't matter at all while praying players will forget them so they can hand wave it away later. But you'd have to be physically incapable of having any foresight or critical thinking whatsoever to not at least think of contingencies for those issues when you have free time.
Also Alliance tanks are "better" because they have numbers, the Empire's steam tanks don't even number past sixteen and the Land Ship had only just opened up the possibility of building more, or rather knockoff versions.. Until GW decided to scrap all of Warhammer fantasy in favor for the laziest start to a game series by a major company ever. And Azeroth's magic casters have the numbers advantage which is certainly a marketable position.
micelzod: You already know more than Blizzard does. Because remember by Blizzard logic, it's more effective to abandon combat and board an enemy ship rather than blow a hole in it at the water line to sink it... Or shoot the fabric bubble of hot air above it to make it fall a distance that would shatter it against the surface destroying it and killing everyone on board instantly. Nah for whatever reason it's boarding action or 100% destruction of the parts of the vessel that are above the water. (There's a reason the Kul Tirans are the best sailers on Azeroth they're the only people who know what they're doing to any extent)
Antonio ranza: you may be right on one of them, however the other isn't where you think. Total War Warhammer starting points don't correlate to certain characters very well.
BloodRedRoses11: But, the Alliance do have monsters. Truly inhuman beasts who hate when other people are living a life without suffering and will go out of their way to just be everyone else's problem and deliberately fail at being good just because, named the Night Elves. And to talk about hideous monsters that drive a man to violence with their mere appearance, Gnome's (;p) Little more legit now and back to how vile the Night Elves are... harpies went neutral first, then in Legion well they're revealed to have always been Night Elf ass kissers who were just envious of how Night Elves have better tits and the Night Elves rubbing it in their faces but now they're back to kissing Night Elf feet.
And as for New Bechafen, oh the plans there will get really fun. If the current expansions set of Retcons don't somehow ruin everything, by declaring Alleria to be the literal world soul of Azeroth and able to retcon the universe as she wills or something stupid.
micelzod:They're weird. They're they're like medieval naval battles But they also extend into the traditional pre-modern and naval battles that everyone thinks of when they think of ship on the sea with cannons. and they try to hybridize the two of them. For example, the Empire has a cannon that is actually the size of an entire ship and a lot of forward-facing cannons The Vampire coasts Pirates they're more historically on point and in their naval approach, but add on the zombies and everything else.
Hakuryuu: Good summery of what's out there. And well while the Slaan are looking for a ancient tablet to program their little reptile brains as to what to do about this other world, they still have the power to throw mountains at the Alliance and Horde.
deadliestfan: well she's not the most consistent of people and very blatantly a hypocrite. I mean just see the Forsaken's policy on Necromancers... After their faction having used them as a crutch for so long. And I'm assuming you mean the word portrayal, which that's coming but I've got to set up quite a bit here. And as for the issue between the Arabayans, and the Empire, it's general to the Old World, but the most curses and grudges between the Arabayans and Old Worlders is with the Empire Knights who partook in the crucades and them, even the Bretonnians were far more humane during that time.
And I guess I subverted the expectation there and suitably disappointed you. But let's see how the other events now unfold.