WoW Adventures

The barrens weren’t so barren these days. With all the fighting between the Alliance and the Horde, the constant flow of soldiers coming and going made for a busy trade route. Amidone and I ended up setting up our came in Fort Triumph, and sooner than later we were the local defense leaders among the civilians that made their way to this new outpost. That’s right. Civilians. As if anyone in their right mind would want to come out here. Yet they did still come. Sometimes lone adventurers looking to make money, other times entire families hoping to find a place where they could finally settle down and start a farm of their own. It was lunacy. I took over the duties of caring for the Inn after the job became available. It was nice. I got to stand back and listen to stories from travelers, hear the latest reports from the military, and I had all the free drinks and cheese I could ever ask for. Amidone busied herself with medical duties, converting part of the inn into a field hospit...

I flew for what felt like an eternity before I set down at the giant Night Elf portal, known as the Gate of Sothann. It was here that I was to bring Jarod and wait for the portals to activate, opening a connection point from all across Hyjal. Thanks to my help in the previous weeks, the Alliance now controlled all the portals and would be able to use them to move forces quickly and easily across the mountain. After all that I had been through, it made sense that I would be considered a man of high importance. Sionis Sepher; fire mage of Stormwind; it was almost funny how ridiculous that title sounded to my ears these days. Evanor quickly went to work on setting the record straight after she teleported me to Stormwind. When she sent notification to the King, I worried that she might be going overboard a little bit. It would not have been the first time in history that someone had simply vanished for two years. The King had been through such an experience, but magi were tricky, and m...

I flew for what felt like an eternity before I set down at the giant Night Elf portal, known as the Gate of Sothann. It was here that I was to bring Jarod and wait for the portals to activate, opening a connection point from all across Hyjal. Thanks to my help in the previous weeks, the Alliance now controlled all the portals and would be able to use them to move forces quickly and easily across the mountain. The portal burst open shortly after my arrival and Ysera stepped through it. “Sionis!” she shouted. “It is good to see you. I must finish stabilizing the portal from this side. The Twilight Hammer is coming to attack. You must slow them down. Take your dragon and hold them off as long as you can.” “As always,” I said, letting Jarod off my ride before I took flight and headed back toward where the Twilight Hammer was organizing their counter attack. I caught them off guard, mostly because they were comprised of new recruits, and many of them fell to my dragon’s powerful flames....

“One more should do it.” Amidone’s sunny disposition was anything but settling for me. A few hundred meters below us a stream of molten lava was coursing its way through a deep ravine. This fissure in the earth split right down the middle of the Barrens, a terrible rent in the ground that was left over from the cataclysm. I had been uneasy since we arrived in the Barrens, especially now that I knew it was controlled by the Horde. After the mess we’d dealt with trying to help in Astranaar, I had no interest in hanging out with the Horde forces. Of course, like an hour after arriving here, we had stumbled across a small band of dwarfs, all of them mortally wounded, and they warned us of our impending doom. They added there was an Alliance forward command post across the great divide, but that we would need flight to reach it. Amidone, having been certain the “divide” was easy to cross, pressed on. When we arrived at the very edge of the fissure, I heard the priest curse into the wind...

As I sat inside my small tent, I looked at the crinkled piece of paper in my hands and tried to read over the note to myself again. Remember her . The night elf named Keaira; she had been my companion. After cultural divides had continued to separate them, Keaira had left years ago… and yet just three days after seeing the ruins of her home I could still not remember her face. The memories of the life before the worgen infection seemed fuzzy at best. For the first few days of my time in the refugee camp I had remembered the earlier life rather well. Still, with each day that passed, I felt like something was blocking my flow. It was all fading to darkness. The sounds of voices outside made my tent caused me to move so I could hear what was being discussed. As the only connection between Astranaar and Darnassus, this small camp had become a hub of all the information flowing through Kalimdor. “What have you heard huntress?” the guard outside the tent asked a nearby soldier. “Mount...

“I want you all to remember my name.  I am Instructor Mylva. The Twilight Hammer is like a family to me. Therefore, I want you all to know that most of you will die at my feet. I won’t let just anyone into my family.” As I stood here listening to the Twilight Hammer Instructor, I felt like he was in way over my head. I had agreed to work with Hermit Ortell, some crazy wounded cultist that had supposedly “turned” to the good guys when he discovered that the Twilight Hammer was holding the Night Elf strategist Jarod Shadowsong as a hostage. Jarod was very important to us. He had a plan and if the Hammer cultists extracted that plan from him we’d be in trouble. I’d been fighting for weeks now, all across Mount Hyjal. I had freed military forces, slain enemy monsters, and regained much of the landscape in the name of the Alliance. Now, as the leading elves prepared for their final assault on their enemies, Jarod Shadowsong was the key piece of the puzzle. Freeing the strategist would g...

The fighting outside Gilneas had been fierce. When all the fires were burning their brightest and the worgen monsters hit the hardest, I hit back with power I had hidden away following my missions in Northrend. The worgen infection, which is what Gilneas was actually suffering from, had already been devastating the Gilnean population for some time before I had arrived with Evanor and Christine. We had quickly gone to work with healing those we could while we also worked to defend the safety of the innocent civilians. I had worked the front lines as long as I could. Christine had been my saving grace on more than one occasion. There were simply too many of them. We eventually retreated to Duskhaven, and Evanor did what she could to help develop some kind of cure for this curse. The hope she ignited in the survivors made the whole thing worth it, even if the results had been fruitless thus far. Finally, one dark day, we went to work fetching farmers and other citizens of the land tha...

When I stepped off our Night Elf vessel and into the city of Darnassus, I felt a wave of emotion that I hadn’t felt in years. It was a bold mixture of fear, confusion, panic, and sorrow. At that moment, all my feelings, bottled up for years on end hit me like a brick wall in the face. The Worgen curse had messed with all of our minds, but as our thoughts and memories came back to us, they felt so fresh. I had wept the night I remembered my mother’s death at the hands of an Orc raiding party. I had laughed when I thought of my Uncle Maron’s efforts to keep me safe. Most importantly, I thought of Keaira. She was almost nothing in my mind. A name, a fact, and the rest was distant confusion. I knew that I cared about her, but I could not remember her face or her voice, only that she was a piece of my past. In Darnassus there were priests lined up waiting for our arrival. I was self-conscious of how awful I smelled, and looked, a giant furry animal that could mumble spoken language. I ...

The fighting outside Gilneas had been fierce. When all the fires were burning their brightest and the worgen monsters hit the hardest, I hit back with power I had hidden away following my missions in Northrend. The worgen infection, which is what Gilneas was actually suffering from, had already been devastating the Gilnean population for some time before I had arrived with Evanor and Christine. We had quickly gone to work with healing those we could while we also worked to defend the safety of the innocent civilians. I had worked the front lines as long as I could. Christine had been my saving grace on more than one occasion. There were simply too many of them. We eventually retreated to Duskhaven, and Evanor did what she could to help develop some kind of cure for this curse. The hope she ignited in the survivors made the whole thing worth it, even if the results had been fruitless thus far. Finally, one dark day, we went to work fetching farmers and other citizens of the land tha...