Patrick the Pure eyed his opponent carefully. He had warned the men around himself and helped them as best he could, pleading with the Light to protect them for when he could not. However ever since he and so many other adventurers clashed with Sargaras, since the Ashbringer's destruction and his own conflicts with some of the mean spirited jerks within the Church of the light who were fighting for spots of importance and calling for things that went against the spirit of the Conclave, his power had diminished. Such things were issues for men with time to waste and bigger brains than Patrick, he still had people he could help so he paid the loss in power no mind so long as his hands could reach out to serve others. but right now he could feel that loss sorely.
The Undead they faced were different from the foes Patrick had experienced before, but he had been warned about that. Yet the Dreanai at their center was truly a monster among them all. For the simple Footmen around Patrick, she was death walking, her maces dripping that realm's power, her fangs and aura nothing but death. Already twelve Footmen lay dead at her feet; likely not even a priest could save them from their current fates. Patrick pushed aside thoughts of the dead men and instead focused on his foe. With a grunt and a release of his signature warcry, he pushed aside all the soldiers of Stormwind around him, his first step forward seemingly breaking the veil of darkness that had consumed the ranks of the third company.
However, this shining light only lasted for a moment. As always, the greatest light always drew the attention of the darkest souls, and within moments the dark creature pretending to be a Dreanai was floating through the open space between herself and Patrick, her twin maces, followed closely by wrathful spirits that also sought to bring Patrick harm. Patrick parried one of the maces and allowed the other to strike him, but he called upon the light as the mace collided with him, the burst of purity not only lessening the blow against him but also releasing the spirit from its binding to the world of the living.
In response to the attack, Patrick rolled his blade, flinging the other mace and its wielding hand aside. He then brought his blade in to strike the woman's chest; however, instead of the flesh of his undead foe, a bat threw itself into the blade, sparing them from Patrick's slash. With a dark hiss, the enemy leapt back and away from Patrick, retreating back behind flocks of bats and spirits that descended upon the Paladin, who had once held Ashbringer.
Claws and fanged teeth snapped at his exposed head, while Spectral hands beat against his armor the warding keeping the non caporial fingers from reaching down into Patrick's flesh. Patrick endured for several seconds focusing instead on his connection to the Light, knowing that it would be his salvation. while the bats and ghosts crowded in upon him the Light sent down a wave of its radiance centered on the paladin. The corrupted animal's flesh burned under its intensity and the ghost's spectral forms were shattered in a instant while Patrick's cuts and bite marks eased, the bleeding ceasing and the pain leaving his flesh.
Then as quickly as it began, the fighting dulled. All across the front the battle still raged, yet here in the immediate area around Patrick there was peace a tension offset by by true tranquility. Though that moment was spoiled by a dark laughter from one who celebrated the violence and drank in the death and suffering of others. "Oh, acest lucru este bun. O altă lumină orbit Paladin pentru mine de a ucide! Prețiosul meu Aleksandr este sigur că mă va duce în dragostea lui când îi voi aduce acest cap! (Oh this is good. Another Light blinded Paladin for me to slay! My precious Aleksandr is sure to shower me in his love when I bring him this head!)"
Patrick sighed, why did baddies always have to not know common? "Gosh darn it if you could just talk normal maybe we could talk this out. We don't have to kill each other if you just give up. I might even be able to help you one way or another." Patrick shook his head, maybe this baddy could at least read a few common words? Sure Patrick never was actually taught how to write... or read... but he knew plenty of words and was self taught enough!
"Talk normal? Talk normal!?! I was raised as a Draenai you arrogant human ass!" With a shout the enemy across from Patrick switched to Common and their intimidating aura was broken, the men around Patrick gaining heart from this single action. However Patrick's foe was seemingly blind to the battle around them, and to be honest he wasn't able to pay it much attention either.
"Awww, Come on, why not talk this out, you're going to lose anyways. Why not at least try to be friends?" Patrick replied still hoping, despite everything, for a more peaceful resolution to the entire battle.
"Prey doesn't get lay out terms for the hunter, it either fights or it gets consumed!" The once Draenai across from Patrick hissed, spreading her duel maces to each of her sides while beginning to crouch, preparing to lunge forward into combat.
"I'm not prey, I'm Patrick. And I am giving you a chance to leave here alive." The Paladin replied taking his own stance with his blade. She was faster than he was, and slightly stronger. However her technique was sloppy. Either she never had much practice against armed foes, or she was so arrogant she was disregarding skill.
The monster across from him chuckled darkly before she answered. "Poor choice of words." And with a unnatural cry she sent a flock of bats descending upon Patrick, but the power of the Light circled Patrick striking down many of the bats and allowing him to cleave three more with little to no unnecessary movements and allowing Patrick to focus more on his actual foe who was stalking closer while.crouched low. All about her deathly energies swirled allowing her power to amass behind her.
While the bats still clawed and scraped off of Patrick's armor the Vampire lunged her maces sweeping before her yet missing Patrick by more than a yard. However the maces were not her attack, instead spectral energies that looked like a wave made up of ghosts washed past her and tried to sweep Patrick away. The Paladin stood strong, however he could feel the deathly energies, they had no physical form yet he could feel the pressure striking him as if there was actual physical weight behind the dead spirits' hands and agonized faces.
"Be gone ghosts!" Patrick shouted, the light in his eyes blasting brighter. 'Light, Please you have always allowed me to help others. You may have used me for your own ends, but I don't care, you allow me to help. I've learned your ways and I've trusted you, aid me now in this moment.'
With a roar of effort the light in Patrick's eyes intensified the beams burning away the magical construct of Death energies. Patrick was freed of the weight and now able to see past the suffering souls and allowed to act just in time as his opponent came leaping in her maces swinging down in the imitation of a two handed strike. Calmly and focused Patrick loosened his muscles, dropping forward into a stiff roll that allowed the maces to pass just over Patrick's head. Then he was back to his feet pivoting in place with his sword swinging.
Already his foe, feral and driven by rage by rage, had turned to face him the first of her maces coming up in a low sweep aiming to strike Patrick's side. She was faster and stronger than him, but her movements were too wide while Patrick's were honed by years of experience and practice. While she was swinging wide for force and power, she was also swinging low and up. Patrick's blade was coming down, from close to his chest all his thick arms strength honed on the attack while landing the strike and doing so effectively were all his mind could focus on. The Light taking this focus further bolstered Patrick's precision, allowing his blade to slip past the Vampire's mace.
As a stroke of irony it was a momentary distraction that saved Patrick's foe, her head turning as she stepped back responding to a faint scream of agony in the distance. Rather than carving the Vampire into two Patrick only cut open a wide and extremely deep gash upon his opponent's chest which sent her stumbling back screeching in pain as the Light's power burned the wound further and event set the wound alight in literal white flames of power. The vampire across from Patrick clenched her teeth, her body swaying, the two halves of Patrick's slice threatening to split apart despite the Paladin's failure to strike his opponent cleanly.
"I said to give up. I don't want to kill you, I want to help you and be friends. I'll start, Hi my name is Patrick, people who know me call me Patrick the Pure. What is your name?" Patrick stated calmly, leveling his sword at his enemy.
The vampire clutched her chest, litterly holding her body together as she trembled in agonized wrath. Her eyes looking eastwards to where a fire seemed to be spreading across the hill, her gaze filled with pain and mounting hate. "You dare make a mockery of me? I am Tarei Von Carstein, and you shall not need to remember that name any longer!" The Vampire roared, her maces being reattached to her belt by ghostly hands as her claws on one hand extended a blood red glow and glowing red fluid that also seemed to move like flames amassing in her palm.
"Well I do have a really bad memory whe... oh shit!" Patrick had begun to admit his poor memory when it came to names, and faces, and titles, but a sudden fireball of deathly energies caused him to throw himself aside making the attack miss his head.
With a frustrated grunt Patrick stood ready for another attack but his foe was not in front of him any more. "Geesh, why do they always go for the head?" Patrick asked himself with a sigh.
"Because it's open!" Tarei Von Karma or whatever she had said her name was shouted. Her mace swinging for Patrick from behind while she spoke, only for the Light to rebuff her, shielding Patrick and knocking her attack away, leaving the Vampire open. And before Tarei's unnatural undead mind could process what had happened and begin the process of dodging away Patrick span on his heel. Open palm thrust forward and grabbing Tarei by the face before slamming her into the ground head first.
Patrick then raised her up with his clutching hand before slamming her down again and then repeating the attack again. Patrick then sighed before once again slamming her head into the ground. "Just give up."
All around them skeleton warriors broke off from their fights with the desperate and crumbling Footmen fighting for their lives to rush at Patrick. But it was too late, Patrick didn't intend to kill Tarei, but he had certainly broken the fight in her he could see it in her eyes, maybe he could end this entire battle here and now. Then Tarei surprised Patrick by completely transforming, her body becoming a bat that swiftly wiggled out of Patrick's hand just as the skeletons closed in. Patrick was forced to allow the bat-vampire-Tarei to fly away so he could channel the light and hold off the skeletons.
Now with a flash of the Light's power and a slash of his blade two of the Skeletons were broken before the rest turned and began to march away from Patrick giving him space to stop and watch the battle. All around him Third Company Footmen lay dead or dying, while a few yards away Footmen and priests fought side by side in a desperate defense a single thin line that threatened to break as shambling mindless zombies and more of the unarmored skeletons attacked them. If the undead broke through the line there was nothing to stop them from swarming the camp and destroying the Third Company's supplies. If that happened, even if the third burnt Brill to the ground, their own deaths were assured and the Horde could then form a line here at Brill to slow Anduin further.
Indeed the Footmen were so few and so used to fighting spread out from one another there were gaps in their line that, if not for the constant efforts of the Footmen and their swinging weapons, two men walking abreast could slip through their line here. That was how destructive the Vampire Tarei and the other elite skeletons and ghosts swarms with her had been. With a sigh Patrick squared his shoulders and took his first step towards fighting his way back to the Alliance battle lines. "Leedle Leedle LEE!"
"How... how!?" Tarei roared as she returned to her natural form. Changing back from the bat she had used to escape the paladin, Tarei dropped to her knees, her torso still in agony and still burning from the Paladin's blade. Her face was read not only in rage, but with a handprint left from Patrick's gauntlet the metal's Light energies which seared her flesh slightly. Frustrated she beat the ground with her fists unceasingly until finally a familiar hand grabbed her wrist and a new pain stuck the vampress's heart.
"I-I failed you my love." She admitted, tears rolling down the Vampires blood soaked face washing away the beautiful, and delectable blood and violence and instead leaving signs of weakness behind.
"You returned to my embrace. Nay, you have yet to fail your sire. Rise for mine pride hath yet to be even shaken by what hath happened." The familiar voice of Aleksandr greeted Tarei, her dead heart filling with new determination at the sound of her creator's voice.
Tarei moved her hand, changing Aleksandr's grasp on her wrist to a mutual clasp of hands as he lifted her back to her feet. Around the pair stood the rest of the Shuk'tar each in a state varying from being frustrated and bored while covered in the blood of their enemies, or wounded and even missing clawed fingers or eyes.
"Mine children. The blow we hath dealt to the Alliance this night is nearly sufficient. Mine hosts now hold them in place denying the Alliance forces in place." Aleksandr stated his eyes radiating the dark power of Dhar as he spoke sustaining his army even as they clashed with the Third Company. Even as they were carved into, struck down, wounded or destroyed Aleksandr revived or restored his minions, some would be lost permanently, but they were slowly losing their numbers and would eventually be finally destroyed. But that was fine, everything was in place for Aleksandr's victory over this particular force, his smile told Tarei a much and she found doubting his power to be as impossible as the night he first embraced her.
Tarei could not help herself leaning close to Aleksandr bringing her blood soaked self close, trying to tempt him with the delectable scent of the blood just so she could try to kiss him. However her creator pushed her aside, his focus locked on the battle and achieving victory. "Tarei, take your siblings, as one you will strike from our left flank, shatter their right and pierce into their camp, if you find any camp followers slaughter them and bind their souls, raise their flesh and send them to strike down their friends and loved ones."
Tarei nodded eagerly. "Then does that mean...?" Tarei began but trailed off, the sight of the trio behind her beloved forcing her to frown. Executor Zygand was barely tolerable, at least knowing he was a servant to the Banshee Queen, but the other two were intolerable. The arrogant Thanquol was a worthless waste of blood wrapped in a coat of disgusting fur, a animal that couldn't understand that being a animal was his only place in the universe, and the so called Headman at his side was a conniving treacherous thing no better than the worst of the living she so despised.
Tarei wanted to hiss and shoo away the pests, but Aleksandr spoke first, his mercy and tolerance well beyond her own, and like the perfect Vampire he was his voice carried the weight of lordship over death and life. "How close are your forces to being in place. I shall not tolerate any more delays or incompetence."
As Tarei watched the wretched rat dared to roll his eyes at Aleksandr's gracious words driving her spirit to rage at its continued life which had dared try to look down upon the Moon of her eternal Night. Next to the rat the Headman remained unreadable, and the Executor huffed before responding. "Our out-runners are almost in place, they should be able to strike the enemy's left flank in a few moments. The tunnel is also proceeding smoothly, it is already a quarter of the way finished, some time more and the process should be self-sustaining according to the Gnome we placed in charge. However, the local crypt keeper was found dead just moments ago, and our cemetery raided. And I don't recall you having brought so many troops yourself, Lord Aleksandr."
'That filthy slave DARES to accuse my sire?!' Tarei quickly thought to herself her claws unconsciously extending and the rest of the Shuk'tar responding to her silent wrath by adjusting their stances. However the Forsaken didn't respond to the subtle ques and instead Aleksandr broke Tarei from her blind wrath by turning in place to answer the accusations.
"Indeed I did. You had bodies to send at your enemies that you were not using, I made use of them. You fret for naught, I honored your people's sensitivities only the flesh serves me. I have not bound the deceased souls to thy service. And now the line is being held, where you all once would have been certain to perish." Aleksandr admitted, before smirking at the Executor.
"And our Crypt keeper?" The Executor demanded, his rage held in near perfect control, but Tarei could sense it boiling beneath the surface. As such she prepared, imperceptibly calling the undead spirits to her side.
"He thus drew his blade against my person. As such it was my guard's duty to protect their Master, and they struck him down for his impudence. We left his body and allowed his spirit to leave out of respect for thy culture, despite the fact that such a act should have seen him slaving away at least for the rest of this battle in mine service." And with that said Aleksandr bowed formally to Executor Zygand and Tarei and the other Shuk'tar were forced to bow following after their master's lead.
"You killed one of the Forsaken for doing his duty, protecting our crypts and those that had not yet been risen!" The Executor snapped back in reply and Tarei felt her hand gripping her mace's hilt but again any further response from her was immediately halted by Aleksandr as the Vampire Lord chuckled.
"It seems I had inadvertently caused offense. I hadn't known that thy Master's servant was there to protect thy Lady's stock of corpses. Though in the name of the war effort I implore that thyself and thy Mistress show me leniency for this offense since we are indeed using these bodies to clash with your enemies." The Executor scowled and Tarei could hear him mutter something about the Scourge before he replied.
"Any more and I'll be throwing you from our lands myself. You already were promised plenty for your services don't try to just take more for yourself." The Executor emphasized his threat with a single strong step forward and a bone finger pressed into the air in front of Aleksandr's face.
"No-no! You will not! This is my command, Mine!" The Skaven leader Thanquol raged at Executor Zygand angrily stomping forward and smacking the Forsaken in the arm with his staff. Thanquol then pointed one of his disgusting, lesser being claws at Aleksandr. "You, go fight-kill the man-things now! My victory demands you hold them here-here!"
"That was what we were already doing.You worthless ungrateful ro-" Tarei snarled at the rat, hissing her answer to his question only for Aleksandr's claw to smack her.
"Be silent woman!" The Vampire Lord hissed before turning back to Thanquol. "This battle is already underway and thy... infinitesimal, wisdom is unnecessary here. See thyself away and to the safety of your vaunted tunnel. I hath not the time to divert mine attentions any longer from the pursuit of victory in this battle."
Thanquol squinted at Aleksandr for several seconds before relenting. "Yes-yes, I was brilliant-clever to get your help. Won't stop you. Go fight, Win-kill!"
Then Aleksandr turned back to Tarei looking disapprovingly into her eyes. "Hath I not already give thee orders? Take the Shuk'tar and strike the enemy now!"
"But, these scum..."
"GO!" And with Aleksandr's shout Tarei and the other Shuk'tar began to dart back to the battlefield, faster than a bolt. It pained Tarei nearly as badly as the still sealing wound the paladin had left across her chest to have seen Aleksandr so angry with her, but she couldn't tolerate those pathetic Horde followers and that damnable rat. They dared demean her love, they dared think their lives were worth as much as anyone of her Shuk'tar siblings.
"We won't face their paladins, we will tear through their infantry let our numbers overwhelm them once they've lost their support!" Tarei announced to her siblings as they closed on the Alliance battle lines. She couldn't stay by Aleksandr's side, but she could unleash her wrath upon these pathetic blood-sacks the Alliance had thrown at her.
The man known as Volkmar the Grim, Grand Theogonist of the Cult of Sigmar held back his knights while standing next to their horses and holding one for himself at the ready. They were only to observe as Volkmar had stated that he would not allow the Cult of Sigmar, let alone the Emperor's own Reiksguard get into the battle between the Alliance and the Horde.
Thus far the Vampires had gotten a fairly successful surprise attack against the Third Company of Stormwind. But the Alliance Footmen had held despite the sheer number of Vampires who had thrown themselves into the Alliance lines. They even had successfully killed one and driven off the rest, but they had also been in battle formations and their planned attack was halted. The Alliance attack was now a desperate defense, and while fully successful thus far it could result in the Third Company failing to take Brill on the timetable their leadership laid out.
"Unfortunately there isn't anything we can do for them at this point. Not while the Vampires are not on the field, we won't be able to tell their servants from these Forsaken." Volkmar admitted with a defeated sigh. He only had a handful of Knights, four of the Rieksguard, and himself, and he couldn't act without causing issue for the Empire.
All he could do was save the Empire from getting unnecessarily involved in an unwanted conflict by returning to Anduin's court where he could at least serve to represent the Empire and the Cult of Sigmar. So Volkmar took to his horse and began to ride towards the edge of the camp and to the route north towards where the Alliance Army was marching southwards. Each of Volkmar's knight escorts took up a torch to light their path.
However before they could reach the edge of the camp movement in the shadows stopped the five riders. Swiftly one of the knights drew up a crossbow, his torch mounted in a holster on his saddle, while the rest drew blades and moved their horses closer to the Grand Theogonist so as to protect him.
"Announce yourself now!" One of the Knights shouted and after a tense moment Volkmar realized their mistake.
"They don't speak Reikspeal! Nuntiare te vel milites mei te percutient! (Announce yourself or my knights will strike you down!)" Volkmar shouted at his men before shouting to the movement in the darkness. However there was no answer and the shadows stopped moving entirely, besides the sounds of battle, and the slight undertone of those sick or wounded nearby muttering in panic in the camp there was no answer. Even as a wall of flaming arrows raised into the sky behind them arcing towards Brill there was no answer and the shift light deepening the shadows of the horses and the riders did not show the figures in the darkness.
Volkmar's mind questioned what they were waiting for, if there was really someone out there in the darkness. As he pondered he looked down to the shadows of the knights and their horses, perhaps the nervousness of the battle behind was affecting the Reiksguard? But then Volkmar saw it.
He looked to the Knight closest to him, there was only the man in his horse, yet, as the flames rise from the second volley and the first burning buildings of Brill Volkmar could clearly see it in the shadows, a second figure in the Reiksguard's horse raising a dagger.
Volkmar then acted in a instant. While swinging his hand hammer into the ait immediately behind the Knight Volkmar shouted, "Fight for your lives!" As Volkmar swung his weapon it collided with flesh, as what was once empty air was suddenly filled by a lone Goblin wearing strange gear his head now crushed by Volkmar's blow.
In a instant the attack began and the Reiksguard set to work. A half dozen enemies, an Orc, four undead, and a elf appeared all around them while a roaring wave of various other foes came shouting as they rushed for the Alliance encampment. Immediately the Crossbow Reiksguard loosed a bolt that struck one of the shouting undead in the skull causing the undead to collapse in a instant.
That Reiksguard then dropped the Crossbow to draw him blade while those around Volkmar set to fighting the sudden enemies around them. However the lone Reiksguard soon had two of these enemies around them the Orc of the group grabbing the Knight's spare arm trying to pull him from his horse while the other fought the Knight's blade threatening him and distracting the Knight's sword from cutting down the Orc at his side.
Volkmar surrounded by three Reiksguard could only watch lashing out with his hammer only when presented a chance. And as such he prayed for Sigmar's protection but the Man-God did not answer. Instead those enemies closest to Volkmar were struck down by the Reiksguard while the lone Reiksguard was pulled from his horse where a dagger was plunged through a chink in his armor eliciting a scream of pain from the man.
Soon both enemies were atop the Knight stabbing non-stop and the others could do nothing to save their comrade. Volkmar then made the hard decision as the flames to break Brill lit up in the distance. "Ride for your lives!" Volkmar shouted and he then lead his three remaining Reiksguard. They then darted spuring their horses into a full gallop riding into the darkness. They left not just one of their own behind, but now the Horde's warriors were falling into the rear lines and camp of the Alliance forces. They were few in number but these enemies could cause fatal damage to the Third Company. Volkmar didn't expect to see many of these men returning to the Alliance'd main lines alive.
"They were brave. We will tell the Alliance to remember their sacrifice." Volkmar shouted to the Reiksguard around him, all of whom looked visibly upset at the thought of abandoning a battle at the crucible moment. Still Volkmar looked back as he reached the crest of another hill, here he could see the chaos of the battle behind, he couldn't discern between the combatants outside some golden glows and very distinct dark magics. However some of the buildings in Brill were now on fire, and it was like the Third Company would be successful in setting the fire to burn down Brill even if they all died in the process. But Volkmar would pray that they would survive.
Reviews:
Guest 1: More or less my point, let the lore be lore, if a change has to happen let it be for the sake of the lore, not for the sake of IRL Politics/DEI. Obviously I'm a lore guy, "graphics" almost never impressed me, even when transitioning from N64 graphics to something like Halo:ODST, same with "gameplay", I wanted to be immersed in what I was playing and achievement hunting or mini maxing net listing just seems stupid (especially when for 40K I've actually optimized netlists before to prove a point and absolutely crushed a "OP netlist" with my own variant of that list in a "mirror match"...and of course it was just not satisfying or fun) But that's why I in particular hate these guys who want to change the game saying the lore doesn't matter, and who want to make the changes for their own IRL ideals, because they are the most media illiterate morons I've ever encountered, despite ranting the most about media literacy... which then turns out to be them just imposing their own ideological views on a story or lore like they think everything is a "you have to find your own meaning" story.
Guest 2: It's been on, but the shows gonna get interesting, let the tragedy of counting the casualties commence.
Guest 3: como autor, me doy rienda suelta para ser un imbécil, ser un imbécil en las respuestas, ser un imbécil en tu idioma es el mínimo respeto que puedo lograr recordarme a mí mismo y a todos que todo esto son insultos bondadosos y mierda.
Los Hombres Serpiente de Khuresh pueden ser referenciados una vez más. Sin embargo, los hombres serpiente de Khuresh aún están a poca distancia de una introducción adecuada a la historia.
En cuanto al Dragón de Elspeth, debería aparecer en el futuro, pero no podía recordar si resultó herido o tal vez murió en la batalla por Nuln o no en el momento de la última historia, por lo que tuvo que dejarse atrás. También ese Dragón está un poco roto como montura de mago, ya que es una Langosta viva, al igual que un Vampiro, es un lugar para Shyish y Dhar.
pd: esto también me da puntos extra de imbécil por hacer que todos tengan que dedicar tiempo a traducir mis respuestas ;) That's right everyone we're talking shit behind your backs.
Guest 4: hopefully for the better because what Blizzard did to him isn't really forgivable...him and Thrall.
Guest 5: The Age of Sigmar the more it distances itself from Warhammer Fantasy the better it is. When it leans into Warhammer Fantasy it unfortunately nostalgia baits, or just shows why Warhammer Fantasy was better. The new Undead characters have been fairly interesting and the Dwarfs have actually been well written... if you don't know Warhammer Fantasy almost all of it is actually good... but well if you know Fantasy it's not something that necessarily makes you go "oh I know that it makes this better" it just makes you miss what could have been and the ONLY person that has been a positive for is Gotrek.
BloodRedRoses11: "Medwin, I know we just met, and this is crazy, but call me maybe" ;) I figured that that misinterpretation might happen but at the same time I wanted to show how detached Medwin was from the world around him in that moment where he couldn't even really disconnect his focus from the Vampire even as more details came into his recognition.
thanks for the warning but at this point can't embarrass myself more than GW has, after all their chief financial officer sold all HER shares and willingly abandoned ship, and the company tried to then blame Henry Cavil and Amazon for their own decision, which by the looks of it has possibly made Henry go and ditch the project they sold rights to their IP to Amazon for in the first place thinking he would draw in the fans of both himself and the game in droves. If the idea was that good in the first place, then why shift the blame? Also note the other details I put in, it's not the change it's the how and for which scummy people, the one who routinely degrade women for having decent writing behind their characters or for looking attractive. Also Leagues of Votann, youngling I lived through Strom of Chaos, the Iron Warriors and Necron Retcons, GWs ability to Retcon in a way that neither insulted the fanbase, did not require banning people for asking questions, but instead by adding details that helped recontextualize what happened before rather than rewriting it all.
Dragon King of the West: This is just the top of the Alliance Spear and all Brill is trying to do is buy time, while Aleksandr is of course trying to justify his ego. But that's one Shuk'tar down, at that point, will more fall to the Alliance?
Deadliestfan: All praise the Shiny triangle!
Aleksandr would be aware since those Zombies are just made using more magic, and/or are wights. There isn't much you can put in a ship, so the Vampires have to use more energy in each individual zombie. Which that goes contrary to the logic of the Sylvanian counts because a large army is what wins wars for them and of course making such changes is opposite to the stagnant nature of a Vampire.
Aleksandr is a very flawed character. A visionary whose vision is limited by his arrogance.
JiggyliFAP: I'm going to skip parts of the reply to keep the word count down.
but basically welcome to the logic cycle I get into with WoW fans and Blizzard themselves with ANY of their works... including the damage they've done to the gaming industry. Sourfang and Hyjal are a perfect example. start with "he couldn't have cross the terrain stated because the map doesn't show a path outside of jumping an entire army off a cliff, so maybe he took alt route or there is a path not available to players." follow that with outrage that an alt was suggested because either "gameplay is lore" or "how dare you make _ not as impressive and cool" followed by me pointing out how Blizzard makes all their own stuff uncool all the time and throws in random self contradictory BS, example: guys still using swords when Gun Hunter mains egos claim their sniper nuke launcher mega gun that's gives them a 10 to their dick size claim their guns are produced at thousands of these god slayer guns per hour. Blizzard then openly suggests an alternative, or entirely undermines the power claim of a particular aspect of their lore, or the fans then try to claim that the difficulty was what makes it so impressive... which leads back to step one where I point out how they have some casually done over the top feat that's BS per the lore. rinse and repeat. and the sad part is, most the alternatives are trying to make WoW work within the World of Warcraft, not to deminisg its power or anything. Sourfang should have had a alt route through Hyjal mountain but it would have to be one the Elves didn't know about or wouldn't think he could know about. because no jumping a army off a cliff is stupid even if the troops all land OK, because all the REST of the equipment will not be, crates of food don't tend to do well landing in hard surfaces or hitting water at terminal velocity... and that slows down army's significant... and when a magic BS wall is blocking the enemy the other way, well you can spare troops to monitor known paths the enemy might take... but the war of the thorns ran off "because the plot demands the Night Elves suck ass".
Bjorn, son of Yandel is my man. refusal to die is a power in of itself. as for the rest you'll have to see.