Sylvanas walked through the portal, entering Mallus again for the first time. In an instant she went from the familiar sun of Azeroth to the larger, more aggressive star of Mallus. All around her, construction was in its early stages while Sin'dorei and Troll guards patrolled and scouted the land about them. Overhead, a line zeppelin hovered, anchored by ropes, as ladders were lowered, allowing crew to climb aboard and off again. While Elvish engineers and goblin construction crews dig away at the beach, laying stones for the foundations of what would be the Anasterian fortress. Named for the fallen final king of the quel'dorei, last king of Quel'Thalas.

Naming this fortress meant to defend Silvermoon after him seemed a trifle compared to the legacy the man left behind. Yet despite everything he meant in life to her, Sylvanas couldn't bring her cold, long-dead heart to restore the sensation of loyalty and devotion she once upon a time felt towards the man. He was simply dead and gone, and her duties transcended him; her accomplishments on a scale he would have found world-shaking. And she was far from done.

"Captain, have you found out where we are?" Sylvanas asked as she approached the Zeppelin's captain, a slightly overweight troll who smiled broadly.

"I be thinking dat I have an idea. Dis is definitely a small island, and it be not too far from shore. I tried tracing the coast and spotted some sails in the far distance. Based off their movements an' da coast itself, we be here." As he spoke, the captain laid out a map with a section broadly circled.

Sylvanas started at the map and the circle. They were marked as being just north of what was labeled on this map as the Shark Straits, south of something else labeled the Bay of Corsairs, between the nearest marked city and a group of islands labeled as the Sorcerers Islands. For all Sylvanas knew, the circle the captain drew could represent hundreds of miles, but it was good enough.

With a nod, Sylvanas began. "Alright, Captain, starting now, I need you and your crew to swear an oath of absolute secrecy. Our mission could have a severe impact on the war and could be putting the seat of the Warchief at risk as well. Success can also cause the Alliance to go into a spiral that will lead to their eventual surrender. As such, I'll give you time to address your crew."

Having instructed the captain, Sylvanas then marched over to a point by the portal where the leading Sin'dorei, a Blood Knight known as Knight-lady Olinise Rightrest, was overseeing the construction of further fortifications and the supporting docks on the beach. The Blood Knight's focus was locked onto the schematics given to her for the fortress as she tried to ensure everything was built to the specific needs of the Sin'dorei.

"Knight-Lady, I have a mission for you to see to in my absence." Sylvanas started as she approached.

The Blood Knight jumped, clearly startled by Sylvanas' presence. "Oh, y-yes, General Wind... I mean Warchief."

Sylvanas fought back a scowl. This woman clearly was one of the Sin'dorei who struggled to let go of the past, particularly whatever past loyalty or obsession she had for Sylvanas when she had been the Ranger-General of Quel'Thalas. "The captain has found where we are. I do not have time to address one of my concerns. So I'm leaving it up to you. Assemble a team, preferably with Sin'dorei, Trolls, and Tauren and without any Orcs or Goblins due to an unfortunate perception of green skin in this world. You are to travel to this city and both assess the local population and, if possible, see if we can persuade them to lend their support to the Horde. What I know of them is limited; however, they're supposedly long-time rivals of people who are quickly becoming our enemies on this world and otherwise are routinely a threat to vessels traveling in our general area." As she spoke, Sylvanas's finger rested on the map, pointing to a small drawing indicating a city by the name of Lashiek.

"Yes. I-I'll see to this personally. Warchief." While the loyalty was admirable, Sylvanas also felt a tinge of disgust yet still. She was no longer the Ranger General; she had been forced with her death to betray Quel'Thalas. The Forsaken were her people now; any feelings of respect or loyalty should have been those she earned by wielding the Forsaken as a shield to protect all from those despicable kings of the Alliance, their detestable nature hidden behind shallow mortal beauty. Or earned as a result from her actions in service to the Horde.

"Yes, see to it." And Sylvanas left, each step making her less uncomfortable until she was able to cross the bustling workplace that was slowly beginning to look like the basework of a Sin'dorei camp and eventual fortress. As she walked, she could see the troll captain shaking hands with a few others while Sylvanas's two other guests waited in the background.

"Captain?" The rest of Sylvanas's question remained unstated.

"Eh, tree of me crew weren't willing ta swear to secrecy but I got some goblins to sign some of dem contracts. Dat'll be replacing them for now." Sylvanas put on a fake smile, on a Zeppelin as small as this that was effectively a quarter of the crew who weren't willing to show some basic loyalty to the Horde. Once again she was being shown the blatant divide created by Caine's death and Garrosh's foolishness and the uphill battle she now faced with not only the Alliance and threats of both Mallus and Azeroth against her but even elements of her own Horde waiting to turn on her for their own benefit.

"Good Captain." Sylvanas said as she laid out the map. "Now how long would a round trip to here take?"

The captain looked down as Sylvanas pointed to a separate continent far from their current location. "I'd say if conditions are perfect, maybe two weeks. But that's assuming no storms or attacks."

"There will be no storms, and I will handle any attack." Sylvanas started bluntly as her two shamans stepped forward, each powerful enough to shield a small flotilla of naval ships from a hurricane on Azeroth. The captain then looked back down to the map, to a lonely town labeled New Bechafen on a landmass called Lustria.

Eike Brunner walked the streets of Boralus, a week of living in this city making him rather familiar with the city despite how much he actually found it to be a depressing parody of the Empire. Things weren't as good in the Empire as they are here, but you'd have to be an Ostermarker to feel at home with these people and their level of dreariness. And what irked Eike even more, they were like this over some boats, boats that weren't even sunk apparently, just sailing the sea somewhere or something. While it was off-putting, at least the people of Stormwind always thought the best of a situation; even when thinking they might starve the next year because all their farmers would die in this war, they were positive they could find a way to solve the issue. And Eike felt more at home with that, even if that meant most of them didn't want to hire a mercenary because they assumed they themselves could fix the issue. When he left, he remembered a bunch talking about getting rid of some traitors and that being their plan to fix the problem... 'If only they weren't so freaking independent, I could be making a killing back there, but then again, the rumors about that guy and his dwarf companion killing a bunch of people in a bar, Stormwind might not be as safe as I'm imagining.'

His mind whirling with doomed and futile ideas as he struggled to figure out anything he could do. Next to him, Avenah was equally lost in thought but far more vocal about it. "All we know now is that they've been taken to a prison outside the city, and the prison is called Told Dagor. Also, the city guards have a weirdly divided loyalty answering to this Ashvale company, which I think belongs to that one fat lady. And then there's something about Fate's End, or their fates will soon end, which means... I—I don't know, why wouldn't they just say they're executing them?"

At this, Relyea and Silandel chimed in. "Maybe it's some sort of place or a curse?" The Worgen woman suggested.

"Or a spell or a ritual they put them through." The Void Elf added, almost sounding a little too excited.

"Eh, either way, the sentence is death, so—" Eike began.

"Come on, we have to save him... them." If we don't hurry, something terrible will happen to them; we need to save them now." Avenah burst out saying.

Eike looked over at the Draenei incredulously. "Yeah, that's what we're trying to do."

However, Relyea's wolf-like face grinned in an even more wolfish manner as she wrapped a claw around Eike's shoulder, pulling him back as she focused on her companion. "Him? Ohhhh! I can't believe it. Gertrude was totally right; I'll have to write the old hag and tell her she was right! When did you figure it out?"

"Wait, what are we talking about? What is this?" Silandel asked, now looking confused between the Worgen and the Draenei.

"It seems our little Draenei priestess is into worldly men with beards." Relyea sing-songed to her other friend.

"No-no! It's not at all." Avenah began and was immediately cut off as Eike stepped in front of her.

"While I'm flattered, it just won't work. I'm a free spirit and like my women a little more... Eh, how do I put it? As Eike spoke, a lewd smile spread on the man's face while Avenah went pale with disgust.

"No! No, no, not him!" Relyea growled, shoving Eike away while Silandel sighed. "Günther! This old lady in Altdorf was totally doing that thing, trying to push the two of them together, and she was entirely right. Avenah is acting totally in love with Günther!"

Avenah shook her head. "No! That's not it at all! Why aren't you listening to me? We were hired to help the Alliance and Empire representatives negotiate with Kill Tiras. It's entirely bad for us if something happens to them during our watch." The Priestess of the Light stated in counter to her Worgen friend's claims.

Relyea smirked before batting her eyelashes and clasping her claws next to her cheek and raising her voice on a falsetto. "We have to save him. I can't live without him!" The Worgen then gasped.

Next to her, Silandel nodded. "She did say the first part. The second part, however, I believe is conjecture. However, time likely is an issue. How are we supposed to plan on breaking into Tol Dagor?"

Eike then groaned before glaring at Silandel, who just shrugged at him. "Just make that part obvious, why don't you? Not like we're trying to be secretive or anything."

"Well, to be fair, your lot is fairly obvious, and I'm pretty sure everyone in this district saw you all coming in with Jaina Proudmoore's ship." A mirthful and feminine voice teased the quartet, startling the three female adventurers and the imperial mercenary.

Quickly Eike's eyes focused on the woman who had spoken, noting a woman with a large hammer, shoulder plates, and a rather small chest plate leaving several openings in her armor. He figured if he had to, he likely could take her in a fight, allowing the others a chance to escape. Though he also was intrigued because parts of the armor certainly looked like they were designed to have later additions, like the woman was trying to slowly build her way to a full suit of plate armor, like she was a Tilean merc on a budget.

The woman smirked at the group. "You really shouldn't be talking about this in the open. Come with me; it'll be safer if we don't talk where one of Ashvale's spies might catch us."

The woman then began to lead the four away, and, while wary, Eike was willing to follow her advice. After several minutes they neared the harbor as the woman led them to an out-of-the-way back door of the harbor wall. Out of caution, Eike prepared his pistol before following, while the rest followed more casually. Inside was a large older man with a number of oversized hooks on his belt. The man seemed to startle slightly seeing Eike and the others following their escort in. "Oh hell, Tae, what trouble are you bringing into my home now?"

"They're Alliance Adventurers, Cyrus. They can help us." The woman now named Tae responded to the cross-sounding old man.

"Have something against the Alliance? You old codger." Relyea growled at the man while Silandel blocked her with her staff.

"Nothing against the Alliance. But this is something well beyond what a couple of adventurers can handle. This is entirely out of your depth. And I am stretching the term looking at some of you." Cyrus stated while ending with a glare at Eike.

Eike took the challenge in the man's statement and stanced himself across from him. "Well, sir, first of all, I am not an adventurer; I am a mercenary. And part of being a sellsword is both reading a room and knowing that you're always 'out of your depth.' As for them, I entirely agree. No clue whatsoever as to what they're doing, just pure impulse saying they have to do something."

Cyrus frowned. "Mighty confident of yourself for someone not even good enough t' be an adventurer."

Now Silandel stepped forward. "I think there's miscommunication here. Eike is an adventurer, but he's from the world of Mallus, where it's rare to be called an adventurer; most of our adventurers would have alternative titles in their world. Like there's a title there that would seem almost shameful to have here but is certainly worthy of being considered a low- or mid-ranked adventurer here, the rat-catcher."

Eike looked over to the Void elf in disbelief. "What a rat catcher! Why would anyone... Ohhhhh." The mercenary began but stopped, a look of dawning revelation on his face.

However, Cyrus was unimpressed. "Sounds like you're making up lies like that guy who was with Jaina." The old man grumbled while Eike, wide-eyed, stumbled over to a chair and sat down.

"I-I treated those guys like shit, but they... By the gods." The man muttered aloud, earning a confused glance from Tae and an unimpressed glare from Relyea, while Silandel chuckled slightly at the man's expense.

Finally, Tae lost patience. "Someone tell me what's with him?"

At this, Avenah smiled apologetically. "Have you heard of the Skaven?" As she spoke, Avenah strode across the room while patting Eike on the shoulder as she passed.

With that, Cyrus answered for Tae. "I'm guessing they're a race that recently joined the Horde. Not much news has been making it to Kul Tiras this last year, and what does make it through, not many people care."

At this, Relyea sighed before stepping in. "They're ratmen, an entire race of malicious rats who've plagued the world of Mallus for perhaps thousands of years. They've got tech that rivals the goblins, but they act as primitive as the most savage troll tribe."

"And what does that have to do with you all and everything here?" Tae asked, looking both confused and unimpressed.

Avenah placed her hand out, stopping the others and speaking. "The Horde and Alliance entered into the next great war. The Skaven joined the Horde in this war, and it's looking like another group called the Sylvanian vampires, and even the Trolls of Zandalar are already preparing to form an alliance with the Horde. The Alliance needs Kul Tiras back. To hold off the Zandalari fleets, to prevent the Horde from bringing in more of these threats from the other world."

Cyrus nodded along before raising his hand. "Kul Tiras isn't going to be able to help the Alliance at all, not with how we are now."

Eike leaned forward, finally breaking out from his stunned state from his revelation and focusing on the old, large man. "And how is... Umm, how is Kul Tiras now?" The mercenary asked.

Cyrus looked away dejected. "You know of Lord Admiral Daelin and the events of Theramor, perhaps better than I do."

While the Alliance Adventurers nodded along, Eike, however, looked around confused. "Umm, no. I don't know any of this."

Now Take looked astonished. "What? Have you been living under a rock?"

Silandel then stepped in. "Eike is from the other world, a mercenary for the Empire. He came to this world with Volkmar the Grim when the war started."

"Wait. So the liar wasn't lying?" Cyrus responded, pausing to consider the news.

Tae then took over. "Lord Admiral Daelin had taken the Kul Tiras fleet to the continent of Kalimdor to protect his daughter. However, when he arrived, the land was filled with the enemies of Kul Tiras, who had attacked us and stolen our ships, waiting. They were amassing their numbers, building fortresses, and arming new warriors. But when the Lord Admiral tried to strike these enemies down, to save his daughter and to save Azeroth from future wars, she stood aside and allowed the Horde to slaughter him and his men. From there the curse settled in on Kul Tiras."

Now Relyea raised an eyebrow, leaning in. "Curse?"

Tae nodded before continuing, her arms crossed as she began to recount it all. "We would send out fleets only for them to be destroyed by the maliciousness of the Horde. And Kul Tiras' cries for vengeance would go unanswered. Other ships would also disappear, but people would assume it to be the work of pirates or the Horde."

"Wait, wait, wait. If you all are so eager to fight the Horde. Want your vengeance? Then seize it now with the Alliance behind you?"

Now Cyrus stepped in while Tae glowered. "I don't think you quite understand. Lady Proudmoore can't."

"Of course she can't; you locked her in a cell." Relyea redcap snapped only for Silandel to glare at the Worgen.

"Lord Admiral Kathrine Proudmoore cannot." Cyrus stated, altering his statement to emphasize the correct woman he was referring to. "Her husband and son both died to the Horde, and her daughter became a traitor all in the same day. That sowed the first seeds of doubt, but then the losses continued, and the ships kept disappearing. Pirates have also become more bold, and the noble houses of Kul Tiras Admiralty have begun to turn on one another. But worse, our great fleet is now gone, lost at sea, yet to be found but still alive somewhere out there. Even if we claim to return to the Alliance, Kul Tiras would have no ships."

Eike then lay back in his seat. "So this whole journey was a waste of time?"

Tae stepped forward, a fierce look in her eyes. "Not quite. This may be internal problems for Kul Tiras. But I'm certain with what we have now, if we were simply to sort them out. Break the curse that's plaguing our nation, and then we can do everything the Alliance hoped of us."

Cyrus then sighed. "The problem is that over all this time the people's faith has been strained. Recently unnatural light and strange voices have come from the Waning Glacier, rumors of the drust returning. And countless other unaccounted-for phenomena have pushed the people to their limits. Too much remains entirely uncertain, and with the Admiralty all suspicious of each other, the people no longer have the will to resolve this on their own. Kul Tiras needs help if we are to pull ourselves out from this."

Avenah then clapped her hands together. "And that's why we need to rescue Jaina Proudmoore and Günther. The Alliance can't help or be seen helping without the Alliance Emissary."

Relyea then raised her paw. "Avenah, aren't you now the Alliance Emissary?"

"W-what? N-... That can't... What are you saying?" The Priestess of the Light stammered.

"The whole Emissary thing, you're it now, aren't you?" The red-furred Worgen pointed out.

Silandel then cut in. "Per the Alliance diplomatic regulations, if the emissary is indisposed due to injury, death, or a suitable crisis, the duties of the emissary fall to the next highest-ranking member. As Jaina was assigned by Stormwind, and you, Avenah, are a member of Stormwind's Church of the Holy Light, the duty falls to you."

The priestess stepped back. "B-but I can't."

"What are you talking about? You represented the entire Alliance to the Emperor of the Empire of Man, and you yelled in Volkmar's face. You've got this."

"But lives weren't at stake; a war's wasn't depending on my decisions... I—I..." The Draenei began to hyperventilate for several seconds before the power of the light washed over her, calming her.

Eike then leapt from his chair. "Fine, I'll be your blasted emissary."

"You're not eligible for the position." Silandel immediately answered.

"I—I am Alliance Emissary, and I agree to help." Avenah then stated, giving a firm, determined glance to the two Kul Tirans in the room.

With that, Cyrus and Tae shared a look. "Well, Taelia, what do you say?"

The woman leaned on her right leg while putting her hammer onto her shoulder. "Well, we didn't ask for help yet. But if Flynn can't get the job done, it'll be good to have a backup plan in place. It's a little out of order, but... I, Taelia Fordragon, cadet of the Proudmoore Guard, request the Alliance's aid in investigating the conspiracy against Admiral Kathrine Proudmoore and rescuing her daughter and the Empire representative that was in her company."

A week alone in a dark, dank, and lonely cell really made a man think. Think about fate, how the gods could be cruel and unreasonable, how he shouldn't have been so eager to hop onboard a ship with a damned witch who looked nervous to return home after so long. All the warning signs were there; Jaina hadn't even gotten a single night's worth of undisturbed sleep since the trip had begun, and he missed it all.

Günther had other choices he could have taken. There was just staying behind to guard Volkmar. Roland's dice were constantly rolling in the city of Stormwind; who knows, there might have been riots or a new portal in the town square by now. Heck with how people talk; maybe the war was already over and everyone in Stormwind was dead or turned into some sort of mutant.

Or Günther still had more choices than letting himself get jealous of a stupid mercenary off to see yet another important kingdom of this new world along with the only adventurers he had any experience working alongside of in this world. After the tavern slaughter, he should have pursued that case; a man and a dwarf both sounded far too familiar to cases that existed in the Empire. Hell, the whole situation sounded like the type of scenario that would end up in one of the fictional tales by Felix Jaeger. He could have pursued the pair, even had a good hint that they were heading for a boat destined for Northrend. After all, it was his duty to keep everyone from the Empire safe and from causing the Emperor trouble on this world. A self-imposed duty? Sure. A duty that was an excuse to travel and follow people around? Maybe. "But it was a noble task worthy of a man who shouldn't be locked in a cell...for no reason!"

"Hey, silence down there!" The only guard's voice echoed down the hall.

With a sigh, Günther sat on the rock slab they called a cot and continued to think. After all, there hadn't been anything else he could do for the past week. There were no other prisoners. Each and every time he demanded to be allowed to speak to the Lord Admiral on behalf of the Emperor, they had called him a liar, and sometimes they even beat him for his efforts. Still, the guards were fortunately fairly bad at their jobs. Except for getting out of this corridor and figuring out how to escape this castle, he already had plans on how to overpower his guard or slip his cell. They wouldn't be ready for a week or so more, but he had the plans.

By Sigmar, this boredom was maddening. "Might as well sleep again." Gradually Günther nodded off, falling asleep while leaning against the wall.

"We're complying, we're complying. No need to get so eager to use the pointy ends." A man in a brown and white jacket made of leather and fur with chestnut hair complained while a pair of guards drove him and a stripped-down woman with long red hair towards their cell.

"Oh, shut it; blocks are overfull, and we're putting you down 'ere for now for some reason. Just feel privileged; there are a few men who'd be happy to shank you for that fancy coat in the public cells." One of the guards mocked while the other looked confused.

"Why are we taking them down here? Shouldn't we just throw em up in the public cells and let the rabble be done with them?" The second guard asked.

"Nah, that's why you have t' read yer paperwork. It's actually less work to just read the instructions and do what they say. No thinking, no screwing up, and making more work fer y'self." Warden's paperwork says tah take em down 'ere we take em down here. They're probably worth somethin', I reckon." The first guard explained to his companion.

"Right... But what about the jacket?" The second guard then pressed.

"We both checked all the pockets: no knives, no tools. It's just a jacket; if the paper says to let him keep it, no issue. Let 'em hang himself for all it matters; it's the warden's problem, not ours, if he does." The first guard poked the woman with his halberd as he spoke.

"I'm moving you fucking bastard!" The woman growled, glaring back at him.

"Oh, shut it, bitch." The guard stated before the guard on duty for watching the hall opened up the cell, allowing the two guards to force the duo into the cell before slamming the door, leaving them in their cage.

The woman fumed seeing where the man's weapon drew blood while her companion walked over to a wood bench where he sat down. "What now, genius?" The woman then turned on the man.

"Now, now we wait." The man said before leaning back in his seat. "Beware, beware the daughter of the sea..." The man began singing a popular tune before humming along with the lyrics.

In a dark, depressing corner of the cell, the cell's only other occupant began to stir. Günther, who was left stripped of everything but his underwear and beard, looked over to see the coated man sitting on the too-small bench of the cell while a familiar-looking woman paced the cell while stripped down only to her underwear. "Oh, die Halluzinationen haben begonnen (Oh the hallucinations have started)." Günther grumbled.

"What's that?" The jacket-wearing man asked, stopping mid-stride; the woman rolled her eyes.

"Du halluzinierst Günther nicht, wir sind hier, um dich und Jaina zu retten (You're not hallucinating Günther; we're here to rescue you and Jaina)." Shre responded with a bemused chuckle.

"Relyea?" Günther then gasped. The empire captain had almost expected to never see any of the Adventurers again.

"Indeed. And this break out is brought to you by Captain Flynn Fairwind. We have some friends outside who are paying me a handsome sum to get you out of here, although I apparently am not getting my bonus pay for rescuing Jaina." The man explained, now having introduced himself and Flynn.

"To some extent you should be thankful. Tol Dagor used to be a legitimate prison until Lady Ashvale took it over. With so much scum outside the bars as well as inside, it wasn't hard to bribe our way into this cell. I was going to start with Jaina Proudmoore, but they already moved her several days ago. Alright, now it's time to start our escape." Flynn explained while Relyea and Günther looked at him in confusion.

"Well, don't go sitting there wasting time." The man said before standing in the middle of the room and putting his fists into the air. "Hit me."

"What?" Günther asked.

"I said hit me. C'mon, do it already." Flynn softly demanded.

At this, Relyea shrugged, saying, "Ok, now watch this lover boy," before walking over and punching the man square in the face.

Immediately Flynn gasped loudly before letting out a scream. "Oh, you brute, you broke my nose! Savages, savages! Guard, guard, help me! Ohhhhhh!" As Flynn shouted, he collapsed to the ground.

"Eh, what's going on in there? Oh, don't you lot think about it; I heard the others; they said he was valuable!" The door to the cell slid open as the guard with sword drawn rushed in. Immediately, Relyea changed, shifting into her Worgen form as she, Günther, and Flynn began to attack the guard. As the guard's sword arm swung, Günther grabbed the man's wrist, getting an armed knee to the face in return, only for the guard's own face to get clawed by his Worgen attacker.

After seconds more struggling, the guard collapsed to the ground, either dead or dying, while Günther took his sword and Flynn and Relyea rushed ahead. "Alright, when I say so, pull this lever. I just need to jimmy the lock a little... aaaaaaaand... now!"

Relyea pulled the lever, and cell doors all across the block began to open while stunned guards were suddenly being tackled by prisoners. "Riot boys! We're breaking out of here!" With no time at all, the prison was awash in battle as armed prisoners fought against the outnumbered, better-equipped, but confused and desperate guards.

Reviews:

Guest 1:Only ones on that list worth a damn are Xel'naga, Old Ones, and Precursors. The Precursors really it depends on which Halo book you read because they are the most inconsistent creator species ever with powers written by people who clearly didn't understand the words they were using and just throwing in big words to sound cool. The Old Ones and Xel'naga on the other hand are more complex Xel'naga would probably think of the Old Ones as worthy successors and probably think they were just encountering some future version of themselves in the great cycle. Old Ones however would be impressed by the Xel'naga since the total scope of their powers is beyond the Old Ones, even if the Xel'naga are lazy hacks who barely make anything instead obsessing over some very particular traits and perfecting those.

ironwall:but that's part of the mystery, especially since the only people who know how to make one of these portals are far too into Japanese octopi.

micelzod:And now what do you think of the Horde's situation? As for the Kul Tirans they are the most out there of the Alliance humans, wanting to stop the Horde before they become a problem, surviving the Legion Invasion without having to cowar behind their Alliance sugar momma, basically carrying the Alliance during the naval portion of the Blood War.

Godofwoof:Dear God, then he'd have to actually pay people for their work instead of hire cheap ass adventurers to off them later? Or do more than give lip service to the people of Westfall constantly taking them for all they're worth, leaving them to handle their own issues, offloading Stormwind city's issues onto them, and then giving the nobles his tacit permission to be offended when the people don't meet their quotas for food production while under constant threats of city raised terrorists, monsters, and being poor AF. ... Well that's Varien, Anduin's just a city raised, silver spoon, barely college age lad, he doesn't know any better.