My Little Warcraft - New Friends

by Shin Guyviroth

Chapter 1 - Prologue

The day-born sun gave a bright calming glow upon the magnificent architecture of the old elven city of Silvermoon City. As the rays of the light beamed down upon the desecrated grounds of the plaza it nonetheless gave the surrounding an aura of life around it; the gold trims around the rims of pathways. The underside of balconies and the frames of doors and windows glistened and dazzled. The gemstones embedded into the walls of the city itself and the buildings that were nestled within the confines of elven architecture refracted light like morning dew in the autumn days, while the transparent curtains hung upon the building doorways transformed the light into hues of red, gold and blue to give untold magic in the eyes of those who could witness this illumination.

Regardless of the splendour, wonder and grandeur of Silvermoon, it still remained shell of its former glory; a husk that has been left behind in favour of greater places. Among the dancing flowers that float upon arcane magic in mid air, the green fel crystals that suspend themselves in place with their own magic. It seemed that no one was here to enjoy the scenery of what was once one of the greatest cities that had ever existed.

Although, it wasn't all abandoned. Indeed, one lone blood elf, garbed in armour of pure gold and draped in fabrics of crimson and violet, proceeded down the stone path of the surrounding Court of the Sun; a plaza that had been built in two levels with a pair of stairs on either side of a large, gold fountain that allowed access to the higher plane. The elf strode on towards the fountain as he had a look of discern upon his complexion. Although he was happy to be back in what was still left of Silvermoon, he was sorrowful of what has become of it during the Third War, with Arthas' campaign across Quel'Thalas. He longed for the day that Silvermoon would be rebuilt back to its former glory. Regardless, the elf was not about to lose sight of what he can still do for his people instead of dabbling in events that has already happened.

"Has it really been three years?" the elf couldn't help but mutter to himself as he gazed around his surroundings. The masonry of the city around him spanned high into the skies as he began to take in the vivid colours of red and gold that pierced into his eyes. It reminded him of his old days as a recruit of the blood knights. "And yet the city still looks the same..." Sighing softly, the elf took a gold coin from out of his bag, twirling it around the fingers of his gold and leather gauntlet before grasping between a finger and thumb. "I just wish, someday soon, that we'll once again become what we once were, what this city once was, what our lives were like before the Scourge... selama ashal'anore." The coin was pushed upon the length of the elf's thumb before being flicked into the middle bowl of the large fountain that stood before him. He then made his way to the left-most stairway to the upper plane.

For many a time he had come here for one reason or another, but this time his presence was needed urgently. The elf looked up in front of him, the large ramp draped in a long red carpet, flanked by two large statues of beautiful blood elven women on pedestals, while the path itself was maintained by elven sentry. fifteen guards stood on each side, each garbed in royal sin'dorei plate and robes, carrying large tower shields and long, golden glaives. The elf couldn't remember the last time he had come to the Sunfury Spire, let alone the last time he was summoned here. Nonetheless, he proceeded to scale the ramp, his boots making soft noises as they passed from the stone paving onto the velvet carpet. He couldn't help but look to the sides as he walked, making eye contact with the guards. Some of them nodded to him in acknowledgement, while others gave a slight bow in respect.

As the elf reached the final incline his eyes gazed into the large open doorway of the main court inside the Sunfury Spire. The room was dark, but the glowing crystals that scattered in suspension around the outer area of the room gave the court a deep violet glow. The floor was draped in a large circular rose carpet with gold livery, again offering the grandeur of the importance of this particular area. It was, after all, once the royal family quarter of Silvermoon before the Third War. Giving a small sigh, the elf proceeded inside to be met with three other blood elves; Ranger-General of Silvermoon, Halduron Brightwing; Grand Magister Rommath; and, of course, the Regent Lord of Quel'Thalas, Lor'themar Theron. The three ceased a discussion among themselves, one that the elf could not pick up on despite his large ears, as they noticed the armoured warrior make his entrance.

"Ah, Gai'vahros," Lor'themar spoke aloud and clear, taking several steps forwards to greet the veteran elf. The Regent Lord had a small smile on his face, one that most of the blood elves, including his co-advisers, had not seen in a long time. "I'm glad you came as soon as you could. Again, I wish to thank you for assisting Rommath during the situation in Dalaran. Your expertise could not have benefited us any more than it did."

"Regent Lord, you praise me too much," Gai'vahros gave a small bow with a hand on his chest in gratitude to the praise that his racial leader was bestowing upon him. "I had only done what any other sin'dorei would have done in my place. It was ludicrous that our brethren would be purged from the city they had called their home."

"I understand your feelings, blood knight, but your actions have helped not only the innocents that had inhabited Dalaran, but you also helped us in rescuing members of the Sunreavers, as well as Aethas. Without him..."

"My Lord, where is Aethas?" Gai'vahros peered a little over the shoulder of Theron, not noticing the former councilman of the Kirin Tor. "Was he not supposed to be joining us today?"

"Ah, yes, Aethas has asked me to apologize on his behalf. It seems that... his pants were ruined when they were flung from the spire's balcony into the fountain. Not that that's anything new, mind you." Lor'themar couldn't help but give a small chuckle, as did Gai'vahros. "As I had told you the day before, Gai'vahros, I am to make the next move upon what has transpired in Dalaran. As well as the rangers, the blood magi, and the Sunreavers, I am bolstering the ranks with the blood knights as well."

"Blood knights as well?" Gai'vahros was astounded by the immense force in which the regent Lord was amassing against Dalaran. It was enough that he was pressing the attack with a legion of blood magi and rangers, to which could probably match the Alliance armies of Stormwind, but now also adding the blood knights to the equation too. "I assume you're suggesting I tag along for the battle as well?"

"Tag along? Gai'vahros, had you been such a novice, harkening back to your initiate years, you'd be a foot soldier. But, your abilities are astounding. You served our kind greatly during the Outland campaign against Kael'Thas, you helped bring the Northrend invasion to a close, and you prevented the Destroyer from achieving the cataclysm. Your powers, your skills, and your experiences are astounding. No, I don't want you to "tag along". I want you to help lead our forces to victory!"

"My Lord..." Gai'vahros could hardly believe it. At his core, at his foundation, he had always been an adventurer, walking a path that only lead him from one stranger to the next, gaining new experiences with each person he helped. It was the last thing that he could expect from the Regent Lord, naming him a commander of the blood elf forces. It was so unexpected that he had already began to feel the pressure of the position, but he could not let it get him down. The Regent Lord, a ranger himself, was cast as the leader of the blood elves despite his disdain for the job, but he still does it because there is no one else to turn to. That was what Gai'vahros needed to do today; to claim responsibility and to lead his people to victory, to salvation. "My Lord, you bestow upon me a great honour. I accept the position fully. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't, Gai'vahros." The Regent Lord extended an arm forward, placing it on the blood knight's shoulder. "You'll be commanding the blood knight offensive with Lady Liadrin. You'll have a lot of time to catch up while you're with her."

"Lord Regent," a voice called from the back of the room. Rommath was gazing in the direction of Lor'themar and Gai'vahros, "the portal to Quel'Danas is ready. By your orders..." It seemed that Rommath was using the translocation orb located near the seat of the Lord Regent to redirect its location from the Undercity to the Isle of Quel'Danas, an island north of Silvermoon that is part of the Quel'Thalas empire.

"Very good. Halduron, return to the Sunwell by your leave. Rommath, stay here to keep the portal open while we move our forces through. Gai'vahros, accompany Halduron to Quel'Danas. We'll send the blood knights shortly."

With the Regent Lord's plan set in motion, those who were given their orders proceeded as instructed. Halduron ventured first, disappearing into the bright green void, seemingly to its target location. As Gai'vahros approached, Rommath reeled back slightly, pulling his arms away as though a sudden surge of energy shot through his limbs throughout his body.

"Ahh!" Rommath gave out a small yell of pain as arcane energy began to flow violently through his arms. The portal remained although its visage began to shake and blur, the colours twisting in a spiral before Rommath placed his arms back forwards. "Some sort of magical surge... but I can maintain this. Go now, blood knight."

Gai'vahros was skeptical at first but nonetheless proceeded as ordered. However, as he stepped through the portal, another surge of energy raced through the surrounding area, sending out a powerful shockwave of arcane energy. While Gai'vahros was pulled into the portal, the energy caused it to explode outwards violently. Rommath and Lor'themar were sent flying away from the place of the portal, with the Grand Magister flung across the room and colliding against the wall, while the Regent Lord was sent flying out the doorway and onto the ramp, landing softly on the carpet. The guards surrounding the ramp looked on in shock, while a handful of them raced to their Regent Lord.

"My Lord, are you alright?" one spoke in concern.

"Has there been an intrusion?" another questioned, glaring at the Sunfury Spire.

"Do not, touch, THE HAIR!" Lor'themar yelled out as he shrugged off a guard who had misplaced his hand to a part he forbids anyone touching. Climbing back to his feet, the Regent Lord glanced forwards but noticed nothing strange within the Spire, as though nothing had happened. Rushing in, the elf looks around only to find the Grand Magister getting back up, his back pressed against the wall.

"My Lord... there's been some sort of disturbance! The portal, its composition changed as the blood knight walked through!" Rommath's voice was not without a sense of dread. The Regent Lord looked upon him before turning to where the portal once stood.

"Rommath, what are you saying? Where the hell did Gai'vahros go?!" Lor'themar couldn't help but feel agitated that once again his plans would suffer a setback. "Where did that portal lead to?"

"I'm sorry," Rommath shook his head. He proceeded to where the portal exploded, only to sense a large amount of energy that seemed to distort and disturb the arcane energies around the translocation orb. "The portal, when it changed, felt like nothing I'd felt before. He's not here, nor on Kalimdor. Probably not even on Azeroth itself..."

Meanwhile, the blood knight lay semiconscious upon dirt-ridden ground. He lay crumbled on his belly, his cape draping over his body in folds while his armour was tarnished in dirt and leaves. His eyes began to open slowly. Although he was expecting to see some form of darkness before him, he saw only the bright light as it shone upon emerald green grass. His eyes shifted to the side, looking up at the sky to see bright blue skylines, painted with dabs of clouds that floated through the air on gentle winds. Despite him wanting to move his body it seemed that it was not going to move easily. His whole body felt numb and his front felt bruised, prompting him to believe that he had fallen from height. With as much strength as he could muster, he placed his hands upon the ground and pushed his body up. Shifting one leg under himself, he supported himself to all fours before gazing up at his surroundings.

Gai'vahros could not believe what he saw in front of him. It was almost as though he found himself in a fantasy land; flowers of a multitude of colours danced in the breeze in a waltz with the blades of grass, the trees grew to such large sizes in singles and groups, and the sky was much clearer than Azeroth's. The architecture too was nothing Gai'vahros had seen before, although it reminded him subtly of Gilnean design. The houses and buildings were of thatched roofs with beige or cream plastered walls, decorated in strips of pink with paler pink windows. For Gai'vahros, it seemed all too... pink.

"Ahhhhh!"

Gai'vahros winced as his ears pricked upwards, hearing a loud scream from behind him. Turning around, he saw a small yellow filly with a cherry-red mane.

"It's a giant evil hedgehog... thang!"

"Huh...?" Gai'vahros couldn't help but look up at his own hair, using one hand to brush at his ponytail. But, more importantly, he was surprised at seeing a talking horse. "Anar'alah, you've got to be kidding me..."

Comments

[re- Yamsmos]

This is off to a good start. Tough I'm not one for WoW, my memories of it are helpful enough to get me through this. Keep it up!

Oh, and:

"I'm glad you came as soon as you could.

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[Shin Guyviroth]

2220500 Ah, thank ya Arbit. I hope you enjoy the rest of the chapters ^^

[Titan Commander Sebaste]

You have my attention!