Volkmar looked over the maps laid before him while trying to analyze the battle taking place. While there was certainly more information here than he was accustomed to receiving, the truth was it was equally hard to read as if he had one of his more simplified maps back home. However, Volkmar was only using this map for keeping records of everything he was observing. The Grand Theogonist wasn't a military man, and likely any professional General of the Empire would find his notes insufficient, while the nobility would probably find these notes impressive. It was also for the best, since Anduin wanted Volkmar to have a say in the High King's war council, and it was hard to track the Azerothean way of war, which ranged from complex and clever to outright nonsensical or foolish.
Following the assault on the walls of Lordaeron, Anduin pulled back the Alliance soldiers to prepare for another push. However, an Horde relief army then surges from the west of the city, where they lodged themselves between the Alliance Army and the city, turning the siege into a field battle. At the same time the Skaven swept in from the East, their forces pushing for the Scarlet Monastery, while the Vampires made their roost in the Monastery, their slave soldiers holding the Alliance's reserves were stalled. However, despite the Alliance being held out of the Monetary by the Vampire's troops, the constant attack of the spare companies and the task force from the Seventh Legion kept the Skaven from reaching the Scarlet Monastery, where they could then have a secure base from which to stage their attacks against the Alliance.
Attempts to destroy the walls of Lordaeron were limited to artillery bombardments by the Alliance's longest-ranged cannons. However, the cannons were far too weak; even an Imperial Great Cannon would take well beyond a day at this range to breach the city wall. Instead, the Alliance was forced to use their cannons to sweep the walls of the defenders to deny the Horde support whenever the Alliance forces pushed the Horde troops closer to the wall. This situation created the ideal conditions for the Horde then to unleash their fleet of skyships, which the day before had pushed all the way to Brill.
The morning of yesterday Volkmar awoke to the unnatural thumping, humming, and sputtering of the Horde airships, as well as the sound of guns and cannons, as the enemy fleet pushed past the city walls and over the Alliance camp, their aim to break the Alliance command in Brill clear. Bombs fell and guns roared as those ships tore through the Alliance lines; their specialized guns, too obvious and marked out, were destroyed before they could be brought to bear against the Horde's vessels. Yet that day the battle turned into a brawl in the sky as the woman called Admiral Rogers brought in the Alliance's own flying ships to duel with their Horde counterparts.
Apparently Rogers had wanted to prepare her fleet to bomb the city of Lordaeron extensively, destroying more than the city walls, but the clash between both fleets crippled most of the two sides ships. If this meant the Alliance skyfleet was entirely out of the battle, or even the war, wasn't something Volkmar could judge, but it was clear in the morning discussion that Rogers' plan had to be abandoned, which seemed to relieve the Alliance High King. Why, Volkmar couldn't be certain; there were no prisoners or even Alliance citizens within the walls of Lordaeron, and no one could profess to the existence of a holy site or object of value to the Alliance either. Indeed, cleansing the city by the power of powder and fire seemed quite the reasonable result, something even Sigmar may have agreed to when he was Emperor.
However, that was yesterday; today the Alliance High Command was stuck debating the same problems that they had been focused on since taking Brill. The Alliance could not get their forces into Lordaeron City. Their spies and infiltrators, while doing damage, had been too few to create an opening for the Alliance's army; their siege towers were unfortunately vulnerable to the defenders on the city walls as well as any enemies outside the city who could catch them unguarded. And with the Skaven and the enemies inside the Scarlet Monastery, they could also not risk another all-out assault on the city walls without also having enemies attacking them from all sides.
"We still have an option for assaulting the walls. We haven't yet brought up the siege tanks. A massed push supported by troops could lead to the creation of a breach. From there we can push the gap, which would put us too close for the Horde to risk their heavier weaponry." General Hammond suggested that Genn Greymane, Justicar Julia Celeate, and Alleria Windrunner all nodded along in agreement.
Once the general finished his suggestion, Genn then spoke up clearly intent on helping sell the plan to Anduin, who looked uncertain. "If we delay too long, the Horde might find a way to cut us off from our supplies on the ships. As it stands without magic or the skyfleet's support, it takes a few days to get anything from the ships to our positions outside Lordaeron. We need to put the pressure on Lordaeron to keep the Horde's attention focused on the city. She can't counter us if she needs to focus everything on defense."
Anduin looked conflicted as he looked at the maps laid before him. Taking the wall of forcing a breach was always a gamble, a necessary one to be sure, as Volkmar knew from some experience and thanks to Temple records, and Anduin's face spoke volumes as to the high king's understanding of this truth and what he expected to likely lose in such a gambit. Volkmar, seeing this, considered stepping in to make his own suggestion, to eradicate the Scarlet Monastery and its defenders, then to settle in for a longer-term siege using the Alliance's skirmishing tactics while Volkmar and Anduin reached out to the Empire through the portal to retrieve the lost army of Darnassus. Possibly also getting supplies and additional troops to bring for the siege as they went.
However, before Volkmar could speak up, Alleria Windrunner stepped forward; this elf Volkmar now knew was also the sister of the Warchief of the Horde, making her fight in Lordaeron an entirely personal affair. So the Grand Theogonist allowed her to speak first her honor and legacy taking place before his outside opinion.
"I believe they have simply repurposed the old defenses of Lordaeron. If we were to breach the wall, it will disrupt the magical defenses; this should allow me to begin teleporting in forces that can further disrupt the city. Lordaeron will be left open to us if we can just breach the wall." As Alleria spoke, she jabbed a dagger at the map, pointing to a particular section of the wall.
Anduin nodded, still looking conflicted, but once Alleria spoke up, stopping Volkmar from voicing his opinion. "Anduin, we can't afford to wait; if Sylvanas can flee, if her followers escape, all of this will have been for nothing. The Horde has too many troops; they can recover even from this battle given some time. We have to be victorious, and we need to be able to kill their core of elites here and now."
Anduin then sighed and relented. "Alright, bring up fresh adventurers. Julia, how many Paladins do you have available? We're going to press the wall. General, prepare Siege Towers; if we're to make this work, we need to attempt every possibility." As he finished giving his orders, Anduin cast a look back at Volkmar. The Grand Theogonist could only nod his approval; this wasn't his place to go against Alleria and Hammond, not this time.
Justicar Julia then stepped forward. "We have just shy of sixty Paladins, along with Patrick, at the ready, your majesty. We should be able to hold off any Horde assault until the wall collapses."
Volkmar had a question to ask, so he stepped up. "Are we dependent on Patrick for claiming this victory? First the destruction of Brill, now the wall. Does the Alliance not have other warriors of his caliber?"
The Justicar turned to Volkmar. "Not many who aren't now in positions of command. And most of them are either not yet signed on for the war or are serving elsewhere. Others we're still waiting on or have gone missing, Jaina Proudmoore claimed she will be here with something that can decide the battle but has yet to arrive."
At this, Anduin stepped between Volkmar and the Justicar. "Genn and I will also be nearby to command and intervene if anything goes wrong. Patrick and the adventurers won't be alone."
At this, Volkmar nodded. "And I cannot follow. My hope is that a route home might open to me shortly after this battle. It would be an affront to Sigmar for me to waste what remains of my life dying here without bringing glory and prosperity to his Empire."
Anduin smiled sadly at the old, baldheaded man who stood across from him. "I will see you then after the battle. With this push, we will take Lordaeron. And with the Seventh Legion, I will also take the Scarlet Monastery. I wish to speak with your Emperor in person, so consider it my honor to escort you home once this is over."
Thanquol scurried forward, checking each rune in the ritual circle, all while cursing the inevitable truth of the incompetents surrounding him. The Crimson Post was besieged by Orks, and it was certain that each of his allies was now plotting against him. Plaguelord Blistrox certainly had schemes to see him killed, surely out of nothing more than petty jealousy for how Thanquol was truly blessed by the Horned one. Sylvanas had taken brilliant Skaven technology and made her own inferior parodies that she was now hiding around the city where only one as brilliant as Thanquol could find. That giant cow-thing leader kept glaring at him, obviously thinking of stupid-dumb schemes to murder him.
No, they all deserved Thanquol's vengeance against them. And of course, why not use this situation to purge himself of not one but multiple clinging threats hanging over his most esteemed and precious head? Ever since he had come to this world, Thanquol could hear the voice of that blasted Daemon demanding that he summon it, but Thanquol knew that the moment he did, it would surely kill him. However, there was more than one way to skin a slave. A way to make use of it without destroying his reputation or ending his own vastly more valuable life.
The only one of the dead things that Thanquol could trust, one who was surely just enamored by his illustriousness, of course, has gone ahead to do all the preparation, best to allow a servant to die of betrayal by anyone who thought themselves clever enough to think that Thanquol's ritual would be the best opportunity to murder-kill him. But seeing that the Headman was still alive and that the Headman's servant-things Bathol, Lo'jie, and Kersti, were also alive and here guarding the ritual site.
"Errrg. And the ritual is safe-secure? No one is going to try and stop us before it's too late." Thanquol then asked, looking towards the Headman. The greatest Grey Seer's eyes were certainly not darting back and looking over his shoulder in paranoid expectation of a waiting assassin's blade.
"We have a whole array of recovering adventurers taking on the task of keeping the ritual secure. Additionally, your Skaven bodyguards are here close to the ritual as you ordered, and everything else has been prepared and left waiting. You can finish the ritual at any time." The Headman said, his tone clearly one of a supplicant trying to assure his superior of their own great intelligence. Though Thanquol knew better, after all there was only one greatest Skaven to exist, and that was Thanquol, some petty corpse couldn't hope to be comparable to himself.
For a second, Thanquol debated if he needed to use Boneripper to end this scheming corpse but thought better of it. After all, his foolish subordinate couldn't possibly recognize the type of ritual this was nor Thanquol's brilliant plan. Killing him now for what had to clearly be a petty betrayal would only preemptively trick Thanquol's true rivals into attacking him before he was actually ready for them all with his vastly superior magic.
While Aleksandr may have been lucky enough to escape through the portal before Thanquol could wisely and bravely pass through it himself to counter the schemes of his enemies. Now even foolish yet smart fools who have dedicated their lives to spiteing Thanquol's every step, like Gotrek and Felix, could never hope to stop what the Grey Seer had in store for the Alliance. Indeed, in these next few days, or hours, depending on the foolishness of inferior leaders, when the Alliance breaches the walls, Thanquol will unleash his true power and make all of Azeroth witness why this entire world was his inferior.
But he needed to be ready and only reveal his power at the right moment; too soon would certainly ruin his allies. But too late, and they wouldn't behold his greatness. Indeed, only when both sides could witness, and when Thanquol knew he could slip away safely, was when he could perform the ritual, the unwitting sacrifices... The loyalist and most noble of followers willing to give of themselves for the clearly superior Thanquol were ready; it was just a matter of waiting. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have to use this ritual.
Alliance soldiers arrayed themselves outside Lordaeron, ready to make a push for the city. The siege towers and massed siege tanks made hiding the Alliance's intent impossible. So instead the Alliance made a defiant stand, readying fresh adventurers, Footmen, and their Paladins all while Anduin and Genn watched on.
Genn then stepped away from Anduin, rushing down into the camp, where he was soon surrounded by adventurers, Paladins, and footmen. "By burning Teldrassil, choosing to destroy rather than to claim, and by leveling Mordhiem with a gathering of diplomatic leaders, the Banshee Queen has shown her true face. That of a murderer; she has made clear what truly is at stake; for the sake of Azeroth, the Horde must be destroyed. Now stand together as one! For the Alliance!"
A chorus of voices soon joined Genn screaming the Gilnean King's warcry before the Alliance forces rushed forward, their siege towers and tanks lumbering behind. Anduin mounted on Reverence, joined the troops as they raced forward. Their sudden charge was already being met, however. Groupings of dozens of ramen, Tauren, Blood Elves, Trolls, and Orc Grunts were soon racing to meet the Alliance head-on.
Anduin witnessed as the two sides collided, Tauren bowled through the Alliance soldiers, Orcs overpowered their opposites, while Trolls and Blood Elves danced around their Alliance opposites with the odd flexibility and grace of their races. This still would not be enough, thanks to the tenacity of the Alliance adventurers and the blessings of the Paladins and the light. The Tauren were swiftly surrounded, the Skaven, each individually weak, were slowly overpowered one after another, and bereft of support, the Orcs, Trolls, and Sin'dorei were left only the options to flee and be shot in the back, or be worn down and killed as mighty champion adventurers, or Patrick the Pure came forward to strike down the strongest the Horde put forward.
Soon the field was cleared, and all that remained was for the siege towers to secure the flanks upon the wall itself once they and the siege tanks forced open the breach. At that moment the battle would certainly enter the ruins of the once-capital city, and then conflict would certainly lay waste to whatever remained within. Anduin couldn't stand knowing this; whole Lordaeron was never his kingdom, never his father's kingdom; it had still once been the heart of humanity upon Azeroth to see what remained of it destroyed, and by the hands of an army with himself at the helm, struck Anduin as sacrilege.
The high king walked forward, standing dangerously close to the city wall. "It's over, Sylvanas! We hold the field, and soon the city walls will be broken!" This wasn't entirely the truth, as Anduin could even now see Horde forces fighting further down the line, hoping to flank their push for the walls, but they should have the walls torn down soon enough.
Within moments, Sylvanas' voice was answering Anduin from atop the wall. "You have no idea how wrong you are, boy king. The Horde shall never bow to a blind child with no sense of what is to come! And we have only just begun to fight." As Sylvanas shouted this, the gate of the city opened, a massive war machine charging through, followed by more Horde Warriors, many of whom looked like the disorderly mobs of Horde Adventurers.
The machine, however, was the most concerning, as it immediately ran over two Siege tanks and then revealed a cannon. It then fired into one of the Alliance siege towers, demolishing it instantly. Seeing this Genn watched with astonishment. "I've never seen anything like it."
"Anything that has been made, we can unmake. Alliance, follow me!" Anduin ran for the machine, a desperate force driving him, knowing that failure here, each of this day's deaths, and so many more would be lives he wasted for nothing. However, as he reached the weapon, Anduin was not alone; Genn, Justicar Julia, and nearly thirty adventurers had all followed him to face this weapon head-on. As the earth trembled around the machine, machine guns churned the earth and ripped apart the flesh of anyone who stood before the weapon, and as the cannon fired Azerite flames, setting the very dirt afire, the adventurers dedicated their everything, even giving their lives to aid Anduin.
Even as the siege towers collapsed in the background and the remaining siege tanks struggled to unleash upon the city walls, needing only some time unaccosted for all of them together to bring down the wall, Anduin was forced to ignore each of these details. His sole focus now is removing this Horde weapon from the battlefield. Magic bolts, enchanted flames, bullets of such value for a single individual to own it seemed impossible, and muscles enchanted and blessed through years of experiences all lashed out at the weapon. Yet it's metal only dented, only small holes and rents opening up where forces that would send a Vrykul flying in an instant had struck it.
"My King! The Cannon! Look it guards it's cannon like a wounded beast guards an injured limb!" Genn shouted amidst the chaos of the fight. Immediately Anduin focused on the cannon, and indeed the weapon would swiftly recall the weapon back into itself should a powerful strike land anywhere too close to the weapon or an Alliance adventurer try climbing atop the platform.
"Stay off the machine! I think I have a plan. Focus on the vision slits and the treads instead!" Anduin ordered.
"But my King!" Genn began to protest.
"Just do it!" And with that, Genn and the others obeyed. Within seconds, the warriors were no longer climbing the machine but instead striking its armored sides while the magic and technology of the Alliance focused upon individual points on the weapon. Meanwhile, Anduin himself began to slowly climb the machine, holding for his life as it unleashed torrents of power or bucked and span suddenly. One minute of this arduous climb became two, then three, but soon Anduin was atop the weapon, creeping slowly upon the cannon, waiting for his moment. Then it came, the cannon exposed itself once again, and Anduin leapt to his chance, slicing with his father's blade and all of the blessings of the light he could muster. And like Genn had suspected, this metal was not the reinforced material of below, and his sword instead cut through it, the blades strength rending it unevenly, causing the cannons mythic flames to pour back into the weapon.
"It's going to blow!" One of the gnomes below shouted, and soon everyone was scrambling the adventurers to escape, Genn to grab Anduin so the High King could be pulled to safety.
Perhaps the Alliance was already on the cusp of defeat, and his ritual was entirely unnecessary. No, never would anything he did be needless, and certainly Felix had plotted with the other man things to make it only appear that he was unnecessary. Still, perhaps checking on the walls would be necessary. Sure, it was leaving the place of honor in the back to needlessly demean himself by risking his life closer to the front. But Thanquol had to be certain. As such, Thanquol wisely decided to go for the safest place... for his honor, right at Sylvanas' side.
While it took a moment, he eventually found her, the Banshee Queen, standing atop the wall where she was watching as Alliance Siege towers were being torn down through the sacrifice of lesser troops and a great metal machine tore through the Alliance lines. Pathetic-inferior Alliance machines and soldiers broke before the might of Sylvanas' machine of war, certainly a design stolen from Ikit, a worthy theft by Sylvanas showing that likely much of clan Skryre's tech was just stolen from Ikit, who was clearly an absent-minded inventer unworthy of being a Skaven to dare compare himself to the true brilliance that was Thanquol, chosen of the Horned Rat himself! Meanwhile, Sylvanas was a worthy rival of Thanquol's brilliance, stealing and making a crude copy of Ikit's technology in such a short amount of time. He may have to kill her before Gotrek can scheme to use her against him.
"Damn him." In an instant, Thanquol was pulled from his musings as Sylvanas cursed, glaring down at the battlefield, and soon Thanquol witnessed as Sylvanas shoddy imitation of what was clearly an imitation of one of Ikit's designs exploded and was destroyed by the Alliance weaklings. Certainly this had to be a sabotage by Blistrox, maybe an attempt to sabotage him or to force him into using the ritual. But surely there would be another way.
Sylvanas then turned to one of her corpse servants, who fawned over her, clearly a misguided fool thinking she was even half as worthy as Thanquol. "Prepare the Blight; let it rain down on their armies."
The coward Orc from the meetings, the one Thanquol's brilliance had clearly upstaged, turned to Sylvanas looking like he might have wanted to physically stop her. "Surely there must be another way!"
However, the Banshee Queen just pushed back, closing in and getting into the Orc's face. "This is war. We have no time for sentimentality; sacrifices must be made. Unless you'd prefer the Horde to be destroyed, any surviving children raised on Alliance half-truths and outright lies, praising that brat king as if he were their God. Thanking him for their slavery."
"Tell me you don't seriously th-" the orc began, but already poison wind mortars, catapults, and strange armored troops began launching and spraying a strange green gas into the battlefield.
Now Thanquol took the time to step forth. "Ahahaha, yes-yes look at them run-run! Truly brilliant-smart foolish-great Warchief Sylvanas is? Hmmm, look-look orc-thing, Alliance cowards flee-run now." Indeed, much of the Alliance was fleeing from the green gas.
However, even as Thanquol blessed them with his presence, surely earning favor by lowering himself to Sylvanas level, the Banshee Queen just hugged and pushed him aside. "This is just the start. Now go; we need to break the alliance here and now, or else other measures may need to be taken in the future." As she spoke, the undead leader began to channel a spell, and soon after, throughout the area where the gas spread, stripping flesh from bone, the skeletons of the dead, defeated and dying who were consumed by the gas, began to rise, taking up their weapons against the Alliance forces.
"Warriors of the Horde, your brothers lay wounded on the field of battle. Rescue them, save your honor!" The Orc shouted down from the walls.
Sylvanas then ran to the wall herself, screaming down at her soldiers, all of them fools, showing compassion for dying others rather than killing more foes for greater glory and possibly loot to steal. "Belay that. Push now, break the alliance here, and end this war, once and for all!"
As Sylvanas called down to her followers, Thanquol smiled. Whatever gas she was using was growing thicker by the moment, and it wouldn't take long before the Alliance assault force all lay dead with an army of skeletons chasing after them. The thrill of the chase playing out before him and relief at being able to not use his ritual, mixed with the subtle disappointment of being unable to show his superior spellcasting, led Thanquol to also rush to the Wall's edge. "Yes-yes, Warchief, say chase-kill! Great-much reward for killing the enemy leaders!"
Thanquol began shouting orders and promises of reward for fighting the fervor of their looming victory, warming his flesh and giving strength to his voice. Even a frigid wind that turned his breath to a cool mist couldn't deter Thanquol from shouting at the troops below, looking for cowards to punish, thinking themselves worthy of the position of honor in the back of their formations. Even as the sky's darkened and snow fell, Thanquol thought nothing of it. After all, why should mere weather matter to Thanquol when he could retire to a cozy warren after Sylvanas' army pushed through the thickening cloud of green gas, killing all of his enemies at her expense, ruining Blistrox's scheme of trying to force Thanquol to use his brilliant war-determining ritual before the moment that would bring himself the most glory?
As Thanquol shouted down reports came to Sylvanas, and Thanquol silently listened in, throwing an occasional shout down to make his eavesdropping entirely inconspicuous, the odd look Sylvanas giving him clearly signs of her own confusion from news that only a mind like Thanquol's could understand. "My Queen," the Forsaken newsbearer began. "The Scarlet Monastery is in ruin, and the Crimson Post is being overrun. The Seventh Legion led a full-on assault of the monastery, but they were unexpectedly driven back by Ogres from Mallus; however, these Ogres, while claiming to be fighting for the Horde, have gone so far as to eat some of our own warriors and seem unable to tell our own forces from the enemy. The Crimson Post claims to have lost their lower defenses to an invading enemy—an army of undetermined monsters and humans."
It was really worthless information. Eating was all ogres were good for; that's why you tunneled under them, and those could be any stupid man-things. This messenger should be telling Sylvanas more important news, like how the battlefield his brilliance prepared was now the death place of the entire Alliance army and how Thanquol's brave leadership had earned them this victory. Thanquol just rolled his eyes in frustration before looking back out into the fields filled with green gas. That's when a gust of cold wind carried a strong wooden creaking noise to Thanquol, the combination of frozen wind and eire causing Thanquol to finally shiver.
Then the self-acknowledged, self-recognized greatest Grey Seer to ever exist saw it. An entire ship borne aloft by frigid winds and ice floating over the retreating army of the Alliance. Surely a last desperate gambit by these fools, while they might get over the gas, what hope did one ship have at destroying all of this city's defenses by itself?
Even as the thought crossed Thanquol's mind, more ships held aloft by spinning fan blades and balloons floated out of the clouds behind the vessel, and suddenly a wave of frost like that of an ice witch spread from the ship. The clouds of green gas condensed and froze into a wicked green snow or even blocks of ice. The skeletal wave of undead soldiers Sylvanas had expenses so much energy summoning all froze in place, and the Alliance's route froze just as quickly, but unlike Sylvanas' army, the Alliance forces soon let loose a warm cheer.
Then the floating ship suddenly turned, and Thanquol growled. These skyships dared to try and steal his brilliant victory! They must have been allowed to pass by that conniving Blistrox, an attempt to force Thanquol to use his trump card surely. But Thanquol was the chosen of the Horned Rat; he knew powers beyond any of their imaginings. With his power, he could summon a bolt of energy that would tear that ship apart; in fact, why shouldn't he do just that and remind everyone why he was the favored servant of the council of thirteen?
Even as power began to mass around Thanquol, a fresh snort of warp dust filling his lungs with power beyond imagining his brilliance was halted by a betrayal that could only be the divine will of accursed gods who were jealous of his glory. Cannons filled with arcane power, firing cannonballs made of far sterner stuff than those used by the Alliance's land army, began to rain onto the city walls. The entire structure shook, throwing Thanquol onto his back even as the ground continued to tremble and crack, small stones sinking deeper into the structure. With a frustrated cry, Sylvanas scooped up Thanquol even as she, the coward Orc, and the many undead around them threw themselves from the city wall back into the city just before the entire structure collapsed and a wave of ice and wind blew the debris of the crumbling wall away, creating a clear and open path through land that had once been occupied by mighty walls. An arcane rune beneath the wall sputtering and dying just like the structure of stone that once occupied that place, the magical glow disappearing and the entirety of the city walls losing some of their luster.
Sylvanas stood first. "The wall has been breached. Prepare to hold Lordaeron keep onto the last!"
The coward Orc stood up, announcing his intent to hold the line with the warriors, even saying he'd stand in the front. Thanquol of course dismissed him, knowing that this Orc was worthless, and he couldn't understand why so many immediately rallied to this Orc's side upon hearing that pronouncement. But Thanquol then took the time to scurry to Sylvanas side.
"I have-own an ritual for just such an occasion. When the Alliance enters the city, they will die-die to a mighty beast-monster. But there is much-much risk in summoning it. Keep its summoning secret from the others, yes-yes?" Thanquol asked, and Sylvanas grinned down at him darkly.
"No one in the Horde shall know; just ensure this thing is aimed at the Alliance once you bring it forth." The warchief answered, making Thanquol grin as well. Even if this was what Blistrox schemed for, surely Thanquol's vastly superior mind had already seen to his own victory already.
Reviews:
Guest 1: While I want to say id like Genn, guy's a sellout who insulates himself from others problems and ignores others input (unless their name ends in Wrynn) even if he were to pay actual attention to the experiences of the Alliance's own adventurers he'd be treating this very different, since one of his good points is that he's willing to go what he perceives as the extra mile when he's faced with a problem...but that's countered by the fact his head is usually shoved so far into something that he never seems to notice the issue until it's well beyond his imagining.
Guest 2: forgive me if some of this seems short or unclear but I've done this to death both in reviews and PMs. The comparison in general is unfair since both universes use fundamentally different magic systems. Almost all isekai, video games, and lazy fantasies using a "hard magic" system use internal magic, aka "mana points" an all that, sure you have magic pools and mana potions but they all are systems where the individual naturally produces their own magic. Warhammer uses the comparatively rare in number of IP that uses it, external magic system where magic is channeled from a external source and the magic caster is thus dependent on that source and is nothing more than a conduit for focusing it. Warhammer Magic is going to be wildly more powerful but is vastly more situational and much riskier, and of course that's built on the dependency on the Winds of Magic, so on Azeroth most magic casters are actually much weaker than they would be on Mallus (at least for now) while the opposite isn't as true for Azerothean magic casters, they just suffer from having less natural regen since they don't have the additional support of other magic sources naturally feeding into their internal mana pools.
Rollynolly:No, because this isn't the Alliance and Empire fighting together. Volkmar and Anduin might develop a respect but that's Anduin and Volkmar, despite Blizzard's writing the Alliance, Horde, Empire etc aren't five or less people each.
naedinefebruary2.0:thanks for the offer, however I'm fairly cautious and not that well off right now. Maybe you can point me to your commission pricing and we can discuss what sort of art you'd plan to do?
BloodRedRoses11: I have no clue why you'd want to watch that. Miracles every day man, like magnets how does that shit even work?
And that ability is sort of my expression of both my faith and reasoning. I don't hate him as a character, I hate him as a military leader. He's simply in the wrong role, and is a living example of why using the Peter Principle is terrible, because you get dumbasses like him in charge instead of Eitrigg, he deserves to be leading a squad or a battle line as a small time leader where he would excel, but instead he's wasting people's lives making squad level decisions on a warfront level.
Antonio Ranza: what no, I have a note here from a credible source. "Leave-letting Thanquol do what he wants is the best-smartest decision anyone can ever make. -Than not Thanquol."
Hakuryuu: between life, and the app just becoming unreasonable it took me quite a bit to find a suitable work around. But yes I should be back. And yeah Sylvanas choice is going to be fun, Genn is kinda the poster child for all the things wrong with the Alliance which always gets shelved by Blizzard writers and ignored despite how in your face it is at times (but it's ok to be racist to these people because *insert immutable trait here*) as for teclis his role is planned but idk when we'll be getting back to witness what he's been doing.
TheJackinati275: all shall tremble before the power of shorts vs DRAGON!