The Story of Jaina Proudmoore “Jaina proudmoore was born before the first
war and is the youngest child of admiral daelin proudmoore. “ Hello everyone! The story of Jaina Proudmoore
is one of the first lore videos I’ve ever done dating back all the way to june 2012.
6 years have passed and quite a lot of you asked if I could make an updated version since
in those 6 years quite a lot has happened to Jaina. Her story still begins the same. The youngest
child of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, ruler of Kul Tiras. Her mother is Katherine Proudmoore
and her two brothers are named Derek and Tandred. The second brother was once said to not be
canon, not part of the official lore, but they’ve since changed their mind. Now Daelin
and Kul Tiras joined the Alliance of Lordaeron as they fought their war against the Horde,
offering their mighty fleet and skills on the high seas to repel the invaders. The alliance
was able to force the Horde to retreat, yet the Horde had also recruited some mighty forces
into their ranks, some willingly while others were forced. Alexstraza and her red dragonflight
were part of those forced to co-operate. Near the island of crestfall, the alliance navy
overtook the horde fleet trying to make their way back to Stormwind. Proudmoore outmaneuvered
his foes and hammered them with cannon fire. The dragons swooped down from the skies and
engulfed the alliance ships in sheets of fire. The Wildhammer dwarves with their lightning-infused
stormhammers fought back against the threat in the skies while cannon fire painted the
waves red. The alliance won this decisive victory at sea and destroyed most of the Horde’s
navy, but the cost had been great. The red dragons had decimated Proudmoore’s own ships.
Many brave sailors had died, including Derek. Daelin would never forget his child’s death,
and his hatred of the orcs would fester like an open wound until the end of days. The same
couldn’t be said for Jaina who, despite her brother’s death, still saw more in the
orcs. With the Horde defeated, the alliance decided to put those who surrendered into
interment camps. When Jaina met Arthas in Lordaeron on her way to Dalaran to begin her
studies, the prince immediatly saw something special in Jaina. This was a girl who would
not mind getting a snowball in the face or going for a swim on a hot day. Someone, unlike
his sister, he could play with so to spend more time with her, he offered to escort her
to Dalaran. On route they went out for a little adventure, checking out one of the interment
camps and where Arthas saw nothing but monsters, Jaina wondered if the orcs truly belonged
there. They had children, they looked so very sad and harmless but Arthas snorted. These
were the bruters who had destroyed stormwind, wanted to render humankind extinct. They killed
her brother for lights sake, no need to waste any pity on them. They’re killers even if
in that moment they were lethargic, who could say what would happen if they were released?
Jaina sighed softly in the darkness and didn’t answer. They went back to camp and continued
their journey to Dalaran, ariving in the city took her breath away. It was a shame that
they usually didn’t allow visitors though since it would be very nice to spend more
time with Arthas and the young prince agreed...very nice indeed. Their childhood friendship would turn out
to be a seed of love. As time passed, Jaina was accepted as an apprentice to Archmage
Antonidas, no small feat since he was the leader of the kirin tor. Under his tutolige
she grew stronger in her role as mage always keeping the words of wisdom from her father
in mind. He had instilled in her a solid understanding of her strengths and weaknesses. “It is
as much of a mistake to underestimate yourself as to overstimate yourself. ‘ Daelin had
once told her. “False modesty is as bad as false pride. Know exactly what you are
capable of at any moment, and act accordingly. Any other plan is folly - and could be deadly
in battle.” She knew she was deft in the magical arts. She was intelligent and focused,
had learned much in the short time in Dalaran. On top of that, Antonidas would not take on
an apprentice as a charity case. In the meantime Arthas continued to train to become a paladin
from people like Muradin and Uther while also studying study to one day rule Lordaeron.
Their feelings for eachother had also become more mature yet there was another interested
in Jaina. The high elf prince Kael’thas Sunstrider openly courted her.
He had even invited her to come and visit him in Quel’thelas, but unfortenatly for
the prince, Jaina found Kael’thas to be more intimidating than someone she could actually
fall for. She felt no such intimidation when her long time friend Arthas made a suprise
visit, convincing them to let him in udner the lie of wanting to study more about their
history, the nature of magic and other things a king needs to know about. In truth though,
he was actually there because he wanted to see Jaina and studying was just extra. Their time together proved to him that he
had been right. Jaina was no porseline doll, she was a girl to have fun with, have a snowball
fight with, someone ...to fall for. His arm encircled her as firmly as an iron band. He
continued to touch her face, trailing strong, calloused fingers down the curve of her cheek.
Jaina, he said quietly, and she shivered, but not from the cold, not this time. It was
not proper. She should move back. Instead she lifted her face and closed her eyes. The
kiss was gentle at first, soft and sweet, the first Jaina had ever known. From that
moment, the young lovers would steal moments here and there to sneak a kiss or a hug since
openly loving eachother would just feed the rumor mill. Kael’thas did discover about
their love afai and wasn’t exactly happy with it, but he would keep his mouth shut.
Their relationship continued and although there had been no public announcement, they
both knew that their parents had spoken with one another and there was an agreement to
let the courtship go on. So it was that Arthas, already beloved by his people, was send on
more and more diplomatic matters while Jaina was usually chosen to deliver messages from
Dalaran to the capittal city. Holidays and special celebrations were also cherished moments
where they could be together so as Arthas traveled to Jaina for the midsummer festival,
she joined him during the celeberation of Hallow’s end. It’s tradition during this
time to burn the wickerman and as a special surprise Arthas introduced Jaina to his countrymen
and asked her to give them all a show. Fire itself spawned from her hands instantly setting
the wickerman ablaze and the crowd cheered. Arthas leaned in close and whispered that
she did a spectacular job, so good in fact that they’ll demand her to come back each
year to light the wicker man again. She turned to look at him and asked “Would that be
a problem?” Arthas caught his breath as he ragerded her. She’d always been attractive
to him, and he’d liked her from the moment they’d met but now he couldn’t help but
see her, quite litteraly, in a whole new light. It took a moment for him to find his voice
and he softly said “No, no it wouldn’t be a problem at all.”
They joined the celebration until Arthas lead Jaina back to his quarters . They kissed and
Jaina whispered: “Are we ready for this?” “I am if you are” he whispered back. There
had been other oppertunities for Arthas to share this with someone. There was Taretha
for example, as he went to inspect the orcish Gladiator Thrall and the interment camp, she
was send by Blackmoorne to make the prince feel at home, yet he had declinder her and
she had not been the first he had said no to. But Jaina was special and he was ready
to bring this girls the rest of the way into his heart. Under the light of the wickerman
they shared their love, and later when the wicker man had finally burned out Jaina told
her prince that no one seemed to be able to deny him anything, least of all her. He cluthed
her to him then, a sudden cold shivering over him, though he had no idea why. “Don’t
deny me, Jaina. Don’t ever deny me. Please” She looked up at him, eyes glittering in the
cool moonlight. I never would Arthas. Never.” The two young lovers continieud their relationship
and during the Feast of Winter Veil it became clear that to the family, Jaina was becoming
more than just the daughter of the ruler of Kul Tiras. Arthas thought to himself that
it was only the logical next step, yet the thought of it all made him feel uneasy. When
Jaina jokingly told him that their children will almost certainly be blond, the bomb exploded.
He didn’t feel ready for this, was affraid that he would ruin it all. What if he would
become a bad husband or a bad king – what if – and with those thoughts racing through
his mind, he came to the conclussion that he wasn’t ready yet. Not ready for children,
the weight of the crown, the relationship with Jaina. He tried to explain it all to
his childhood friend even if he himself didn’t understand it all. She was hurt of course,
she had even asked him if they were ready for this on the night that they came together,
but she took a deep breath and steadied herself. It was alright, she honestly didn’t understand
it, but it would be allright... eventually. They still attended the ball together despite
how awquard and painful it felt. Arthas dumped her, yet neither one really
felt complete without the other, missing eachother greatly. They were not destined to stay apart
though as the events of Warcraft 3 are upon us where the orc Thrall has broken his bonds
of slavery, liberated himself and his people from the interment camps and reformed the
Horde. The Lich King is working hard on spreading the plague and bringing about another invasion
from the Burning Legion a task for which he recruited Kel’thuzad, former wizard at Dalaran
and member of the council of six. Of coruse this was not instantly known to the world.
Reports came in from people being ill while the orc threat also had people concerned.
Medivh, the one responsible for bringing the orcs to Azeroth and start their first invasion,
he was resurrected by his mother Aegwynn to try and make things right. He knew the Legion
was plotting and scheming. He wanted the world to get ready for it, but king Terenas Menthil
had already rejected him so he tried his luck with the Kirin Tor and Archmage Antonidas. “You must be wiser than the kign! The end
is near!” “I told oyu before, I’m not interested
in this nonsense.” “Then I’ve wasted my time here.”
“You can show yourslef now Jaina, he’s gone.”
“I’m sorry for easedropping master, but...” “It’s your inquisitive nature that I’ve
come to rely on, child. That crazed fool’s convinced the world is about to end.”
Teleport “I’ve heard the rumors of the plague spreading
throughout the northlands. Do you truly believe that the plague is magical in nature?”
“It’s a strong possibility. That’s why I need you to travel there and investigate
the matter. I’ve arranged for a special envoy to assist you.”
“Yes, master. I’ll do my best.” “I know you will, child. Farewel.” Jaina had learned nearly everything Antonidas
had to teach her. It was time to utilize those skills outside of the safety of their towers
as that special envoy he arranged was actually Arthas Menethil. Their reunion was a little
bit awkward, but soon enough it was just like old times. At night they spoke, not about
endings of the feast of winterveil, but about new beginnings. They loved eachother dearly
and Arthas was ready for more. Once they dealt with this ugly business of the plague and
saved the world together, they would have their marriage and children and the future
looked bright. Yet the present was very dark. Step by step they uncovered more about the
plague that was being spread through the grain, the food that sustained their people. It was
not meant to just kill their people, it turned them into the ravenous undead. “Hello again, children. I am Kel’Thuzad
and I’ve come to deliver a warning. Leave well enough alone. Your curioisty will be
the death of you.” “Are you responsible for this plague, necromancer?
Is this cult your doing?” “Yes, I ordered the cult of the damned to
distribute the plagued grain. But the sole credit is not mine.”
“What do you mean?” “I serve the dreadlord Mal’Ganis. He commands
the Scourge that will cleanse this land and establish a paradise of eternal darkness!’
“And what exactly is this Scourge meant to cleanse?”
“Why, the living, of course. His plan is already in motion. Seek him out at Stratholme
if you need further proof.” Kel’thuzad reveals himself, points Arthasand
Jaina towards Stratholme and the dreadlord Mal’ganys while he himself is struck down.
He’s not too worried, all is going acording to his masters plan. As the days wore on,
Jaina noticed a change in arthas. Hate dominated his thoughts. He pushed jaina and his soldiers
to the breaking point, forcing them onward and giving them little time to rest. Though
the sorcerress wanted to stop the plague just as much as Arthas did, she feared that the
quest was taking a heavy toll on his psyche. She urged him to show restraint, but her words
fell on deaf ears. The prince would not rest until his people were safe and at Stratholme
he would make a terrible choice. Rather then see his people be taken by the plague and
turned into their enemy, he would give them their final death. This entire city had already
fallen to Mal’ganys and had to be purged. Uther the Lightbringer could not believe he
could even consider that, but the prince had made up his mind. Arthas: Have I? Lord Uther, by my right of
succession and sovereignity of my crown, I hereby relieve you from your command and suspend
your paladins from service. Jaina: Arthas, you can't just...
Arthas: It's done! Those of you who have the will to save this land, follow me. The rest
of you... get out of my sight. Uther: You've just crossed a terrible threshold,
Arthas. Arthas: Jaina?
Jaina: I'm sorry, Arthas. I can't watch you do this. Jaina believed that they knew far too little
about the plague to make such a drastic choice, but when Arthas asked her if she’d rather
die or die and rise again, do things in life she would never, ever have wanted to do...she
could not help but agree. Yet they could not make this choice for all of them, there were
children in there, innocents, but Arthas shook his head. He was going to march into Stratholme
and cut down every living man, woman, and child within its walls. When she told him
she would not join him, shocked disbeliedradiated from him. She couldn’t bear to look at him
anymore. Gulping, her eyes filled with tears, Jaina turned away. Together with Uther she
rode away, denying Arthas who could go on to purge the city and follow Mal’ganis to
the cold heart of Northrend. Days later, She and uther returned to stratholme. Much of
the city was burned to a husk. Bodies littered the streets. It was even worse than what they
had expected. As she looked over the ruins, Jaina cursed herself for not doing something
to prevent the carnage. She could have used her magic to restrain Arthas, but she didn’t.
Her inaction had allowed the prince to commit an act that would haunt him for the rest of
his days. And her own regret would weight on Jaina in the years ahead, but time for
regret would come later as there were still massive threats to deal with.
“DOn’t be too hard on yourself, girl. YOu had nothing to do with this...slaughter.”
Uther went out to inform the king of what his son had done while Jaina went back to
Antonidas to inform him about the plague. Arthas would go on to pick up Frostmourne,
sacrifice a piece of his soul to claim vengeance and strike down Mal’ganys. This action did
make him a servant of the Lich King and ironicly he would now serve the one who he so desperatly
tried to fight. Arthas returned to Lordaeron as a death knight, murdered his own father
and claimed the kingdom. For the next step of their plans they had to resurrect Kel’thuzad
so they gathered his remains and ventured to Quel’thelas home to Kael’thas and the
Sunwell. With the high home of the high elves sacked, they used the found of power to bring
Kel’thuzad back as a Lich. Next up was making contact with Archimonde and bringing in the
Legion. For that they needed the book of Medivh which was kept within the city Jaina loved
so very much...dalaran. With the scourge approaching antonidas and the kirin tor readied themselves
for battle. Despite the preparations, a sense of impending doom fell over the city. The
scourge had brought lordaeron to its knees. They had ripped out the heart of quel’thalas.
These 2 nations were perhaps the mightiest in the eastern kingdoms, perhaps the entire
world. If they had fallen so easily what hope did dalaran have? The question plagued antonidas.
His thoughts turned to the hooded figure who had urged him to flee from the eastern kingdoms.
He now realized that this stranger was no madman; he had been right all along. It was
too late for him to go west, as the kirin tor’s leader he could not abandon Dalaran
so it fell to Jaina to save innocent lives. She argues at first, didn’t want to leave
her mentor behind. Perhaps she could make a different this time, reason with Arthas,
save him even...but she understood just as antonidas did that the city could not hold
out against the scourge. If both of them died then who would heed the stranger’s warning?
It would be the last time she would see the archmage as she worked tiresly on rallying
as many refugees as she could, Arthas and the scourge sacked the city. Archimonde is
summoned but there was still hope. Not just the humans were warned by Medivh, Warchief
Thrall was as well and he immediatly listened to the council. Both factions reached Kalimdor
and tracked through the harsh lands of Stonetalon mountains. The factions would need to join
forces, work together against the Legion but the history between the orcs and humans might
make that a little bit difficult... “Orcs. I knew that we were being followed.
Defend yourselves!” “Stop! There will be no violence in this
place.” “That voice. Youre no oracle! Youre the
prophet.” “Very perceptive son of Durotan. I am the
prophet. And now that I’ve lured you all here, I will tell you what destiny holds.”
“What the hell is going on here.” “Thrall, this is Jaina Proudmoore, leader
of the survivors of Lordaeron.” “Survivors? What are you talking about?”
“The invasion of the Burning Legion has begun! Lordaeron has already fallen, and now
the demons come to invade Kalimdor. Only together, united against the shadow, will you be able
to save this world from the flame.” “Unite with them, are you mad?”
“Have you heard nothing that I’ve said? The Legion comes to undo history and end all
life! Thrall, your friend Hellscream has already fallen under the demons’ influence. Soon
he and your whole race will be lost forever!” “No...I’ll die before I let that happen!”
“Then you must rescue him immediately! He is the key to the destiny I promised you.
However, you will need help.” “Wait this is insane. You can’t possibly
expect..” “Destiny is at hand, young sorceress. The
time to choose has come. For the fate of all who live, humanity must join forces with the
Horde.” Thrall was raised as a slave, a gladiator,
a tool for war but the kindness of 1 human female, Taretha Foxton, showed him that not
all humans were monsters. When he reformed the Horde, he did not do so as the Horde of
old. Honor, uncorrupted, carving out a piece of the world for their people to live in peace.
Now corruption had found them again as Grommash Hellscream ended up in conflict with the night
elves and Cenarius. He drank demon blood once again giving him the strength to overcome
his foes, but also surrender his will to mannoroth once more. Jaina first considered it madness
to join forces with the Horde, but she eventually saw the wisdom in Medivh’s words. During
her studies in dalaran, she had learned fragments of knowledge about the burning legion. All
of it had terrifed her. If a demonic invasion was truly unfolding, it would be foolish not
to do everything in her power to stop the legion. Failure would mean more than jaina’s
own death; it would mean that everyone who had sacrificed their lives to defend lordaeron
had died for nothing. They made their uneasy truce and did not completely trust eachother,
but they were willing to put aside old hatreds and work together for the time being. Their
union would mean the salvation of Grommash who in turn sacrificed himself to liberate
all of his people from their demonic enslavement. Horde and Alliance met with Tyrande, Malfurion
and the Night Elves who had stood against the Legion millenia ago. A bold and dangerous
plan was formed. While their forces bought them as much time as possible, Malfurion and
his druids worked their magics on the enchantments of the World Tree Nordrassil.
These blessings were placed there by the dragon aspects and the reason why the night elves
were immortal. Blowing up the tree would have dire consequences for their race, but the
defenders had little choice. Thousands of them died that day, but they did not die in
vein. By the time Archimonde reached Nordrassil, Malfurion and his druids had completed their work. “Archi death cinematic, medivh says good
bye...” Countles whisps emerged from the forests.
They closed in around Archimonde, channeling their energies into the world tree and igniting
the enchantments within... And so Archimonde was defeated and the invasion
of the Legion came to an halt, but their plans and schemes echoed on. Medivh’s task was
completed and he vanished. Arthas would merge with the Lich King and sit upon the Frozen
Throne. The Night elves would need to learn how to live their now mortals lives while
Thrall and Jaina set out to find new lands to settle. The Horde settled in the harsh, rugged land
near the barren’s eastern shore and named their new nation Durotar, in honor of Thrall’s
father Durotan.The alliance refugees lead by jaina proudmoore settled in dustwallow
marsh and established a seaside city named theramore isle. Jaina and thrall continued
to communicate and their uneasy truce developed into something more permanent. Both leaders
declared that they would respect the other’s territory and refrain from any acts of aggression.
Though their peace would last for years, the history of the world, the history between
humans and orcs would make it rather difficult to maintain. ‘Hopedfully we’ve made it in time. YOu
got to get word back to thrall.” “I don’t understand. What’s this all
about?” “Those marines, I know who they are rexar.
They’re... It’s too late. Hes here.” Enter daelin proudmoore and the kul tiras
forces. “Jaina. Bless the stars I’ve found you
at last. When I heard that Lordaeron fell, I despaired. But I knew you’d find a way
to escape. I...what is this? An ogre? “Father, Wait.”
“Father?” “The Horde is no longer our enemy! The orcs
have their own kingdom now. We—“ “You have always been naieve, my daughter.
You aren’t old enough to remmeber what these monsters did to our homeland. The orcs and
their kin cannot be trusted. They must be exterminated like the mongrels they are”
“I won’t let you do it, father. You don’t understand.”
“I understand more than you suspect, my dear. Perhaps in time, you will too. Seize
them all!” None other then Jaina’s own father, Daelin
Proudmoore would come around and reignite the fighting. He did not see the Horde to
be any different then the ones he fought with during the first and second war. He saw them
as the same monsters that took the life of his son not as those that showed valor and
honor, stood with his daughter against the Legion for the safety of the world. They wanted
the same thing Jaina and many of her followers did: an end to the cycle of hatred between
the horde and the alliance. The bloodshed between the factions was merely a distraction,
since threats like the scourge and others still lingered on azeroth. The world's noble
races needed to be united in strength to focus on their true enemies and while she tried
to convice her father of that, he refused to listen. This forced his daughter to make
an impossible choice. “Thrall, Rexxar...I come in peace. You must
believe me – I had o part in my father’s plans. I wish none of this had ever happened.
I ...I don’t know what to do.” “We’ve bled together on many batttlefields,
Jaina. We’ve faced untold perils as allies. But your father threatens the security of
our nation and the very future of my people. You know how this has to end.”
“I Know, Thrall. Do what you must. There is a goblin shipyard on a nearby island that
could provide you with warships of your own. With those, you could statter the blockade
surrounding Theramore. But please, spare my men if you can. My father will try to use
them again you, but they’re the only real family I’ll have left when this is over.
Please do this...for me.” “We’ll do all we can, Jaina. YOu have
my word. Now you’d better make yourself scarce. The battle’s about to begin.” The ruler of Theramore steps aside while Rexxar,
Thrall and the Horde destroy the blockade, enter her city and confront her father. “This is not the horde you remember, old
man. We have no interest in conquest or muder. We have paid for the sins of our forebears
in blood.” “Can your blood atone for genocide, orc?
YOur hordee killed countless innocents with its rampage across Stormwind and Lordaeron.
Do you really think you can just sweep that away and cast aside your guilt so easily?
No, your kind will never change and I will never stop fighting you.”
“By fang and claw!” Smack, smack, smack.
“It’s over! Stand down, humans.” “Father...why wouldn’t you listen?”
“Above all else Jaina, he was a proud warrior. Remember him as such.”
“Durotar is now safe. We have no further quarrel with these humans. We will leave your
isle in peace, Jaina. I pray we never have to come here again. Farewell, sorceress.” With her father’s death, the survivors of
Daelin’s fleet sailed back to the eastern kingdoms and despite her thinking that those
in theramore are the only family she has left, that’s not exactly true. Her mother and
her kingdom of kul tiras were there as well. They weren’t exactly happy to hear that
Daelin’s rescue mission turned in one of betrayel with his own daughter conspiring
with the leaders of the Horde, stepping aisde and allowing them to murder him. His people
cried out for vengeance for his death, but the rest of the alliance did not seek it.
The plague of undeath in lordaeron had already left the alliance reeling, and its other leaders
had little pity for daelin proudmoore, who had launched a war of aggression on his own
authority. In fury, the people of kul tiras isolated themselves from the rest ofthe alliance.
But their anger was not focused on king varian wrynn or any of the other alliance leaders.
Instead, they grew to hate jaina proudmoore, the daughter who had betrayed her family. “Beware the daughter of the sea song.” The price of peace was a high one to pay,
but Thrall and Jaina did their very best to make it work despite the manipulations from
demons and the Burning Blade clan. Their people had to overcome old hatreds in order to work
together and deciding the lay of the land, who gets what, often caused friction. But
the warchief of the horde and the leader of Theramore pushed on with cool heads in a world
of turmoil. ‘4 years have passed since the mortal races
banded together and stood united against the might of the burning legion. Though azeroth
was saved, the tenuous pact between the horde and the alliance has all but evaporated. The
drums of war thunder once again.” It is around this time that the black dragon
Onyxia decided to manipulate events in Stormwind and cause a bit of trouble. She manipulated
the house of nobles in not paying the stonemasons guild for their work on rebuilding stormwind
after the Horde destroyed it, which lead to riots in the streets, the formation of the
defias brotherhood and the death of Varian’s wife tiffyn. The drepression that set over
the king made him an easy target for Onyxia’s manipulations, but one ray of light was able
to break her hold, his son Anduin Llane Wrynn. Which meant that Onyxia had to try something
else, this time she had the defias brotherhood kidnap the king on his way to theramore for
a diplomatic mission, used her magics to split him in two with the idea of taking out his
strong willer side and leaving his weak willed one on the throne, an easy puppet to manipulate.
Unfortenatly the strong willed one was able to make an escape. He would wash up on the
shores of Durotar and be enslaved by Rehgar Earthfury turning him into a gladiator and
his journey of trying to regain his memories, figure out who he was began. That path would
eventually take him to Theramore and although Jaina and Varian had met before, she didn’t
actually recognise him at first, but she sensed something familiar about him.
The magic that had sundered Varian’s spirit had also enveloped him in an aura of dark
magic. These energies hid his identity from everyone, even his former friends. Jaina turned
to her chamberlain, the legendary sorceres Aegwyn, the same who had resurrected Medivh
and had found her way to theramore, for help. Together, they called on their magic to pierce
the veil over Varian’s mind and reveal his identiy. He was no slave, nor a gladiator
He was the rightful king of stormwind. With that knowledge he returned home to reveal
the truth, but his weakwilled side also believed he was the rightful king. There was no imposter
at play, just 2 sides of the same being split by dark magic. Onyxia reveals herself and
kidnaps Anduin taking him to her lair close to Theramore. Despite their differences, the
2 varians felt the same love for their child so the quest was on. Back at theramore Jaina
helps the two Varian’s remember exactly what happened and makes them understand that
they are one and the same, divided, where one became Lo’Gash the champion gladiator.
The other ransomed back to Stormwind and further ensorcelled while still finding the resolve
to break free. For such formidable twins she had a twin gift. The magical elven blades
Shalla’tor and Ellemayne. Forged during the war of the ancients, they were wieldedb
y the twin warriors Vor’illian and Lo’vellian. Between the two of them they had twice the
strength, twice the wisdom, twice to will to strike at Onyxia’s dark heart. Sadly
they never really explained how these blades came into Jaina’s possession, but all the
same their party rode out and entered the dragon’s lair. Together they were able to
overcome the threats waiting inside and during the battle Onyxia’s attack reforged the
king of stormwind into one single being with his blade being turned into Shala’mayne.
The dragon is slain, her head displayed in stormwind for all to see and young Anduin
is saved. With the corruption of the black dragonflight
removed from Stormwind and the events of the Burning Crusade proving that the Horde and
Alliance could work together, Jaina decided to push forward with the planned summit at
theramore to try and get some sort of peace going. This was quite an undertaking with
the history between the factions. Someone like Varian had lost his father, Stormwind
and so many others during the war against the original horde while the horde remembers
the oppression and the time within the interment camps. It was not going to be easy to sit
around the table and negotiate but wiser and cooler heads gave sound advice and they atleast
gave it a try. Oddly enough the meeting went quite well. There was garrosh, son of grommash
hellscream that joined thrall back to azeroth from their homeworld of outland, who wondered
why the orcs should make concessions when they have the strength to take what they want.
Anduin simply asked why waste your warriors and resources in battle when a few words will
bring you greater profit. Cooperation between their people seemed no longer like an idealistic
dream, but a possibility...was it not for Cho’gall and the twilight hammer clan. Their
aim was bringing about the end of the world, worshipping old gods and revel in chaos. Peace
between the factions did not really lign up with that plan so they used Garona Halforcen,
the same orc who murdered Varian’s father, to attack the summit at theramore and cause
chaos. Both sides were quick to point fingers at
eachother and although the attack was repelled, the meeting was a bust and the leaders left
theramore to focus on the new threat that was rising up...Arthas the Lich King was ready
to finish what was started and this time his once beloved Jaina would not run away... The alliance and horde ventured into the cold
heart of Northrend to deal with the threat of the scourge. Things seemed to be going
quite nicely but at the Wrathgate all hell broke lose. Bolvar Fordragon, seen by Varian
as a brother and the one who adviced Anduin and helped rule the kingdom while Varian was
kidnapped lead the charge for the alliance with Dranosh Saurfang, son of Varok Saurfang,
leading the horde to quickly back them up. They ushered their challenge to the Lich King,
but Arthas with Frostmourne in hand was no push over. Dranosh was struck down his soul,
like so many others, claimed by the blade but that was just the start. “What?”
“Muahhaha, DId you think we had forgotten? Did you think we had forgiven? Behold now,
the terrible vengeance of the forsaken!” “Sylvanas!”
“DEATH TO THE SCOURGE AND DEATH TO THE LIVING!” “FALL BAAAAACK” Grand apothecary putress together with the
dreadlord Varimathras decided the time had come to betray sylvanas windrunner, strike
out at the living and the dead and take the undercity away from her. Sylvanas had her
people develop this plague to claim vengeance for what Arthas had done to her, destroy her
city of Quel’thelas and turn her into a banshee. Following the disaster at the Wrath
Gate, Thrall sent a summons to Queen Sylvanas, but she was already on her way to meet him.
She told the warchief that she had been forced to flee from her home and as they were working
together to plan a counterattack, Jaina convened with them. Varian, already not too happy with
the horde, was prepared to lay all responsibility for the wrath gate at the horde’s feet...unless
jaina could convince him otherwise. Sylvans told jaina of what she knew and promised that
she would exterminate the traitors who had killed thousands on both sides, including
Bolvar Fordragon. When jaina brought this news to varian, he
greeted sylvanas’ explanation with suspicion. But whether or not the banshee queen was lying,
varian saw an oppertunity. For the moment, the undercity was not under the horde’s
control. Perhaps it was time for the alliance to reclaim the old nation of lordaeron. Each
faction launched seperate offensives against the undercity with the horde going for Varimarthras,
the mastermind behind the coup, while the alliance stormed through the citys sewers
in search of putress. Both sides claimed victory, but the tensions between the alliance and
horde were about to escalate... King Varian Wrynn says: I was away for too
long. My absence cost us the lives of some of our greatest heroes. Trash like you and
this evil witch were allowed to roam free -- unchecked.
King Varian Wrynn says: The time has come to make things right. To disband your treacherous
kingdom of murderers and thieves. Putress was the first strike. Many more will come.
King Varian Wrynn says: I've waited a long time for this, Thrall. For every time I was
thrown into one of your damned arenas... for every time I killed a green-skinned aberration
like you... I could only think of one thing. King Varian Wrynn says: What our world could
be without you and your twisted Horde... It ends now, Warchief.
King Varian Wrynn says: ATTACK! FOR STORMWIND! FOR BOLVAR! FOR THE ALLIANCE!
The fight is joined. Lady Jaina Proudmoore yells: VARIAN, NO! STOP!
Lady Jaina Proudmoore incapacitates all units with a freeze spell.
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: It did not have to be like this...
Lady Jaina Proudmoore teleports all Alliance forces back to Stormwind.
Thrall says: It ends like it began... Thrall says: All that we have fought for in
this world is lost. The hopes and dreams carried by my father and mother... by Doomhammer...
Gone... Varian wanted Horde blood while Thrall sees
his hopes and dreams of peace with the alliance eveoprate. The wrathgate didn’t do the tensions
between the factions any good, but full-scale war was averted for the moment. In the days
to come, the horde and the alliance’s armies would frenquently clash with eachother in
Northrend, but only in small short lived skirmishes. The real threat, the real danger of the Lich
King was still looming before them but another far more ancient evil was hanging in Ulduar
quite enjoying the chaos of battle. Yogg-Saron was discovered by Brann Bronzebeard and the
explorer’s league. Such a threat could not be ignored so Rhonin, leader of the kirin
tor, called upon the alliance and the horde to unite once more. He hoped they would see
fit to set aisde their differences again, if only for one more battle... How? How could we have missed this until now?
Jaina clears her throat to attact Rhonin's attention before stepping aside to reveal
King Varian Wrynn and his retinue. Rhonin: Ah, King Varian. Thank you for coming
on such short notice. Varian: What's this all about, Rhonin?
Jaina walks out on the Violet Citadel's balcony to look down on Dalaran.
Rhonin: I've... I've called you here to ask for your help. While our efforts against the
Lich King press on, Brann here has brought us frightening news of the horrors beneath
Ulduar... and of its dark prisoner. Brann: Prisoner? Hah. With its bindings shattered,
its influence unchecked, it's gonna come after us, and WE'RE gonna be the prisoners.
Jaina notices Thrall and Garrosh Hellscream arriving and walking into the Violet Citadel.
Jaina: Oh no... Rhonin: You can see now what we're up against.
If this evil is not stopped, then the armies of the death god will march on our doorstep.
Jaina: You'll have to excuse me. Jaina teleports away.
Varian: Hmph. What do you propose we do? Jaina teleports into the bottom chamber of
the Violet Citadel just as Thrall and Garrosh are entering.
Thrall, what are you doing here so soon? Thrall: The summons sounded dire, Jaina. What's
happened? The camera shifts to show the expedition to
Ulduar and their battles with the monsters within.
Jaina: Brann Bronzebeard's forces assaulted the gates of Ulduar. They battled the iron
lords and their cursed minions. He... he won't stop talking about this... presence he felt,
permeating the great halls, stirring in their minds, chilling their blood. He said the horror
the titans imprisoned so long ago — Yogg-Saron — has awakened.
Thrall: Hmm... Garrosh: I want to see this... dwarf.
Thrall: Garrosh... Garrosh: To see the fear in his eyes. Then
we'll know if he's telling the truth. Thrall and Garrosh begin walking up the stairs
to the top of the citadel. Jaina: No... no, wait!
Jaina teleports into the tower chamber just as Thrall and Garrosh walk in.
Rhonin: We're going to need all the help we can get if we are...
Jaina: Thrall! Varian: What? What are they doing here?
Rhonin: Let me explain! Garrosh: I thought I smelled the stench of
Alliance pigs! Garrosh unsheaths his axes.
Thrall: Control yourself! Varian unsheaths Shalamayne.
Varian: You want my blood?! Come then, dog! Garrosh roars in anger and charges towards
Varian. Varian: He's mine.
Garrosh and Varian engage in a brief but furious battle.
Jaina: Stop it! Rhonin begins casting a spell.
Rhonin: We have all LOST... An explosion of magic pushes Varian and Garrosh
apart to opposite sides of the room. IconSmall Rhonin.gif Rhonin: ... a great deal
in this conflict, but we stand to lose EVERYTHING if we do not STOP FIGHTING and WORK TOGETHER!
Garrosh: A true warchief would never partner with cowards.
Garrosh turns to leave. Varian: At the Wrathgate, the Horde's "partnership"
killed more of our men than the Scourge! I'm done with your Horde. May this "death god"
take you. Varian and his retinue teleport out.
Thrall: You disappoint me, Garrosh. Garrosh: Hrm.
Garrosh walks out. Some time later, Brann, Rhonin and Jaina are once again alone in the
chamber. Rhonin: The Old God is laughing, toying with
us. Jaina: Who will be our hope?
Who will stand to face Yogg-Saron? That would be us, despite our commanders not
willing to work together, the horde and alliance still stepped up to the challenge and took
on the threats within Ulduar including yogg-saron. With that out of the way we could refocus
on the Lich King but only the best and brightest would be allowed to join the assault. Tirion
Fordring wielding the mighty Ashbringer held a little tournament to decide who was ready
for the final war. You might wonder why not send out our full
force to assault Icecrown but that’s exactly what the Lich King wanted. He was holding
his forces back, daring his enemies to come to him, Frostmourne hungers and any soldier
we’d lose would be an additional one fighting for the enemy. A small surgical strike force
was better suited to punch a hole in the citadel’s defenses and fight their way to the Lich King.
With the chosen few selected to join the ranks it was time for the final assault, but while
our main force was battering down the door, a small team joined either Sylvanas Windrunner
or Jaina Proudmoore into the Frozen halls. SI:7 has gathered information about some sort
of private sanctum of the lich king within the halls of reflection. She can sesne powerful
magic hidden away within those halls, with any luck we’ll find something that will
enable us to defeat the scourge once and for all. We move hrough the Forge of Souls into
the Pit of Saron, losing as many troops as we save along the way. The scourge is no joke,
but we do find some juicy information since apperantly Frostmourne is left unguarded within
the Halls of Reflection. That becomes our target and while Jaina communes with the spirits
locked away within the blade, an old friend appears. “Uther, dear Uther...” Uther the Lightbringer was slain when Arthas
returned home to Lordaeron and he lets us know that there must always be a lich king.
He thinks that the small part of Arthas still left inside the dark being is all that keeps
the scourge from anihilating Azeroth. A small dwindling presence, perhaps there’s still
hope Jaina thinks. Perhaps there’s something left of the man she once loved so dearly...
Before we can say anything more the Lich King shows up leaving us behind with ghosts of
the past while Jaina quickly rushes after him. “You won’t deny me this, Arthas! I must
know...I must find out...” Yet the man she once knew is truly lost and
gone. There is only the Lich King now, his might far beyond anything we can deal with
on our own. Through the tunnels we run for our lives, knocking down ice wall after ice
wall until we reach a dead end. “Nowhere to run...You’re mine now!”
“Fire, FIRE!” Rocks crumble down, pfew! Thanks ffor the
save. “Quickly, climb aboard. We musn’t tarry
here. There’s no telling when this mountainside collapse.”
“Forgive me, heroes. I shoul dhave listened to Uther. I...I just had to see for myself.
To look into his eyes one last time. I am sorry. We now know what must be done. I will
deliver this news to King Varian and Highlord Fordring.” And what must be done is enter Icecrown Citadel
and take on the mightiest forces the Lich King has to offer. Both the Alliance and the
Horde figure out that Bolvar did not die at the Wrathgate, he survived and is currently
being tortured by the Lich King. Perhaps if they can save him, they can quel the unrest
between the factions so the race is on to save the highlord. Dranosh Saurfang also makes
a return, but since his soul was claimed by Frostmourne, he’s now a death knight. “That was Saurfang’s boy – the Horde
commander at the Wrath Gate. Such a tragic end...What in the. There in the distance...”
“Soldiers, fall in! Look like the Horde are coming to take another shot.”
“Don’t force me hand orc. We can’t let ye pass.”
“Behind you lies the body of my only son. Nothing will keep me from him.”
“I ... I can’t do it. Get back on your ship and we’ll spare ye life.”
“Stand down Muradin. Let a grieving father pass.”
Saurfang goes to pick up the body of his son “I will not forget this...kindness. I thank
you, highness.” “I was not at the Wrathgate, but the soldiers
who survived told me much of what happened. Your son fought with honor. He died a heroes
death, he deserves a heros burial.” Saurfang nods
Jaina cries “Jaina...why are you crying?”
“It’s nothing your majesty. I’m just proud of my king.”
“Bah. muradin secure the deck and prepare our soldiers for an assault on the upper citadel.
I’ll send out another regiment from Stormwind.” “Right away your majesty.” It appears that Anduin’s and Jaina’s advice
to Varian, to see the orcs as more then just the monsters of the past is finally rubbing
off on the king as he shows respect to Saurfang. This would be the start of his journey of
change to become more balanced after being seperated by onyxia, but at the moment we
still have king to dethrone. Our forces are able to bring down anything the lich king
has to throw at us. Even Arthas is brought low, but sadly Jaina wasn’t part of that
encounter. With Bolvar Fordragon picking up the roll of lich king, jailor of the damned,
we have claimed victory over the scourge. Amongst the spoils of war we find a memento
of arthas’ past, Jaina’s locket. Once it held her image. He always wore it close
to his heart... “What’s this? He...he kept it? All this
time, he kept it? I knew! I sensed a part of him still alive! Trapped...struggling...Oh,
Arthas! Perhaps – perhaps he might someday remember what he once was. By the Light, may
he at last find rest, free from the icy grip of that terrible blade.” She could not bear to keep it so instead she
places an enchantment upon it and gives it back to us so we may use it to teleport to
Dalaran. So far Jaina has been a voice of peace on
both sides, trying to make the factions come together. Her mindset was very similar to
that of Anduin and they grew very fond of eachother, the prince seeing her as an aunt.
Together they tried to keep Varian Wrynn under control as the king’s history with the Horde
has seen nothing but pain and suffering, the murder of his father, the fall of stormwind,
enslaved as a gladiator... Varian’s time has been rough and being split and reformed
by Onyxia has left him unbalanced. Rage often boiled at the surface, striking out not only
the battlefield where it suited him, but also towards those he loved. A good example of
this is just before the cataclysm happened, the war against the lich king was over and
the Alliance and Horde had agreed to end hostilities towards eachother. There was a ceremony in
Stormwing to honor the thousands who had died in the war, but night elf sentinels showed
up with dire news. The Horde had attacked Ashenvale and the treaty had been broken.
It wasn’t a mere act of aggression from the past, expected bumps in the road for the
treaty, it was a slaughter. They had been unable to recover the bodies because they
had been methodically chopped into several pieces. And those pieces were taken away by
carrion eaters. This was after they had been skinned and they were not sure if they were
alive for that or not. The skins were hung like linens from a nearby tree. And on that
tree, written in elven blood, were Horde Symbols... Varian quickly called for Thrall’s head.
The orcs had done this, the Horde had to pay but Jaina threw back at him that they didn’t
know if it was the Horde. She fought and bled with Thrall, could not believe he would order
this. Is Varian responsible for all humans, like the defias brotherhood that took his
wife’s life? This pissed of Varian, Lo’Gosh came out to play dirty and he asked her what
if he’s right and she’s wrong? She had been a poor judge of character in the past.
Now he was throwing Arthas at her, but none of them could have predicted what he would
become. This may be, but Varian wasn’t making the same mistake twice and she was. If she
had seen what Arthas would become, would she have tried to stop him? Would she have the
guts to kill her lover, or would she have stood by, peace at all costs, a mewling little
pacifist who – Father!’
The word was uttered by Anduin, shock and bitter disappointment in his father clear
on his face. Like I said, Varian’s rage hurt those around him and while he would work
on trying to find balance, harness that rage inside, Jaina continued negotiations and trying
to work both sides towards a brighter future. Yet with the world in turmoil, one of her
best allies in this quest, warchief thrall, decided the time had come to return to his
ancestral lands to figure out what was going on. He decided to leave Garrosh Hellscream
behind as warchief of the Horde, despite several voices telling him that this was a bad idea,
including Garrosh himself, he had made up his mind and left the son of Grommash in charge.
You might remember Garrosh being quite against the idea of working together with the alliance
and taking on the mantle of leadership only encouraged him to indulge his warlike ways.
He believed the horde was being too timid. The war had depleted their resources, the
elemental turmoil only made things worse. After thrall had departed, garrosh turned
his gaze northwest to the lush forest of ashenvale. It was a land of plenty and it was well within
the horde’s reach. Most of the region belonged to the night elves but that did not stop garrosh
from sending troops into the woodlands. He was not interested in asking the alliance
for resources or trading for them. Why would he do that, when he could simply take what
he wanted by force. The horde’s new incursion into ashenvale enraged the alliance. Tensions
between the factions flared and open war seemed inevitable. Some of the horde’s members
welcomed these bolds and aggresive maneuvers, but cairne bloodhoof, leader of the tauren
did not. He dideverything he could to reason with the acting warchief and prevent bloodshed.
In carine’s eyes, garrosh was leading the horde down a a dangerous path, one that would
inevitable destroy it. The warchief did not listen to his wisdom, and so cairne spoke
the only language the orc would understand. He challenged garrosh to a mak’gora, a ritiaulistic
duel. Before a crowd of onlookers, the tauren and the orc fought for the future of the horde
itself. On one side stood the promise of a peaceful future. On the other, the promise
of blood and conquest. “Garrosh, you are not fit to rule the horde.” It was because of Magatha Grimtotem that blood
and conquest won that day. She had dreamed of seizing her race’s capital, thunder bluff,
and asserting control over all tauren. Only cairne had stood in her way so she had secrely,
without his knowledge coated garrosh’s weapon gorehowl with poison. So it was that the tauren
who had lived his life with honor died betrayed. After the duel, magatha led a coup in thunder
bluff and seized the city. Yet her victory was short lived. Cairne’s son, Baine bloodhoof
was warned of the attack and made his escape. He didn’t exactly know who he could trust
at that point. Was Garrosh perhaps in on the betrayel? So instead they turned to the one
their former warchief had trusted, Lady Jaina at Theramore. It was around this time that
Magni Bronzebeard used an ancient titan ritual to also figure out what was going on with
the land and turned himself into a crystal. His daughter Moira made use of this oppertunity
to take over and lock down Ironforge, including Anduin who was there visiting. Luckily Jaina
had given him a hearthstone which he used to teleport out of there right into a meeting
between Baine and Jaina. These three characters had a very similar mindset towards the world,
got a long quite nicely and Jaina decided to financially aid Baine in retaking the city.
Magatha was foolishly hoping for Garrosh to support her cou, but the warchief could not
appreciate the dishonor she had bestowed upon him. He would never know who would have won
in a fair fight so he left her on her own and Baine decided to banish her and the grimtotem
that stayed at her side. Meanwhile Thrall learned more about his shamanistic
roots and Deathwing broke out starting the expansion of the cataclysm. Jaina didn’t
play a massive role in fighting Deathwing, besides showing up at Thrall’s wedding,
but with a new warchief in charge, a world in turmoil and resources scarce, the war between
the alliance and the horde started to pick up again. With Garrosh’s wish of defeating
the night elves and conquering the whole of Kalimdor, the humans of theramore sent out
their armies and tried to establish a military line between the night elf territory and Theramore.
They didn’t exactly get the result they expected with events like Stonetalon mountains,
the Barrens and Camp Taurajo but the dream of peace seemed further away then ever. Varian
completed his journey of becoming whole while accepting the Worgen into the Alliance and
defeating Garrosh in Ashenvale, earning himself the title of high king of the alliance. They
were unified like never before. Thrall, now going by the name Go’ell united with the
dragon aspects and together they were able to save the world, defeat Deathwing and prevent
the hour of twilight. “Today’s victory belongs to all who stood
against the shadow. You are azeroths true guardians and the future of this world is
in your hands. For the dawning of the age of mortals has begun. “ And what do the mortals do? Start an even
bigger war of course as Garrosh focuses his gaze on Theramore. If they want to secure
Kalimdor then they have to wipe out this human port so the Horde forces are gathered and
get ready for their march. Jaina meets up with Go’el to see if there isn’t anything
they can do to stop this. His duties to the world were done, he had set out and accomplished
the near impossible, but go’el was now leader of the earthen ring and the world still needed
their aid to heal. Despite what Garrosh had done like Cairne and Ashenvale, the alliance
had not been perfect either. That had been innocents, but even Jaian cannot place the
blame for the current tensions squarely at Garrosh’s feet. Not all the attacks had
been initiated by the Horde and she knew the truth of his words. There were times when
she felt that her words just fall on deaf ears. The only one who seems to be truly interested
in forging a lasting peace is Anduin wrynn and he’s just fourteen. It’s difficult
to try to be a diplomat and work for real, solid results when the other side won’t
acknowledge reason anymore... “I’m sorry what? Thrall and me? Who keeps
spreading that nasty rumor. Besides, everyone knows I prefer blue over green.” Go’el stays on leading the earthen ring
while Jaina returns home where she’s visisted by the blue dragon Kalecgos. His flight has
lost the focusing iris, a powerful magical item previously held within the nexus and
he’s looking for help to try and track it down. Jaina turns out to not only be a great
help with this, the 2 of them also develop feelings for eachother. But times of romance would have to be put
on hold as Garrosh lead the Horde towards Theramore with Northwatch hold as their first
goal to claim. Despite some of the leaders not being too happy about settings sights
on theramore. They believed that this would just piss off the rest of the alliance and
cause more trouble then it was worth, they still stuck to their honor and followed their
warchiefs lead if not for the sake of their people. Northwatch was a tough battle, but
Garrosh had some tricks up his sleeve. He had his shamans summon molten giants to make
quick work of the enemy which Baine couldn’t exactly appreciate. The world was still healing
from the cataclysm, this was an afront to the earthmother! What was Garrosh thinking?
Not only that, he was also struggling with the upcoming battle as he remembered how Jaina
had been there for him when he needed aid the most. He decided that although he would
not shrug away from his duties to the horde, he would not let jaina be caught unawares.
Perhaps he could save some innocent lives by sending her a messenger, a warning that
the Horde was on the move. Some might call this an act of treason, but I can’t imagine
Garrosh being too mad about it as it worked quite well for his plans. He actually held
his troops back giving Jaina the time to gather allies for the defense of theramore. The alliance,
the Kirin tor including their leader Rhonin and even the blue dragon kalecgos all offered
their aid to lady Jaina Proudmoore. When Garrosh did finally send his troops out
they stood shoulder to shoulder trying to hold the line. The Horde breached their gates
because of a traitor from within, Thalen Songweaver recommended by Rhonin himself to join them,
actively worked against them and the gates splintered. The traitor was taken captive
and would later be saved by members of the horde, but the battle at theramore wasn’t
over quite yet. Kalec dropped trees and boulders from the sky to block the entrances, trying
to trap the Horde within. They had no choice but to call the retreat, Jaina couldn’t
believed it, they had won...they had actually won the day... “Hehe we’re going to turn this place into
a sinkhole.” As it turns out, it was the Horde who had
taken the focusin iris and turned it into a bomb. They could see it coming of course,
but their flyers had been neutralized and Kalec was blown out of the sky with canon
fire. Rhonin could see it coming and decided to make the ultimate sacrifice by drawing
the bomb onto himself and into their protective magics. It would not hold the explosion, it
would not save everyone, but it was the best that he could do. Jaina tried to protest,
tried to argue, tried to find a way for him not to kill himself. She would not abandon
him, maybe together they could divert it but it was too late. The sky galleon released
its cargo. She would never remember exactly what happened next. She felt herself being
both pushed and pulled toward the still-whirling portal entrance, a portal held by Rhonin.
She shouted in protest, trying to tug herself free and craned her neck to look back just
in time to see hell. The world went absolutely white. The towered shattered. Rhonin’s body,
standing tall, arms oustrechted as he glared defiantly as his fate, turned suddenly purple.
He was frozen in time for a fraction of a heartbeat; then the exploded in a cloud of
lavender ash. As the portal whirled closed and Jaina was dragged farher and farther away,
she saw a violet ocean of arcane energy wash over Theramore. Cries of utter, absolute,
depthless terror assaulted her ears, and then she knew no more... Rhonin’s heroic sacrifice saved the life
of his beloved wife Vereesa Windrunner as well as Shandris Feathermoon, Kalecgos and
Jaina. But many were caught in the explosion. Rhonin himself of course, Archmage Tervosh.
Tiras'alan who traveled all the way from Outland as word of Jaina’s great deeds and efforts
for peace had even reached Shattrath City. Admiral Tarlen Aubrey and Tari Cogg. General
Marcus Jonathan, for many years a stalward guardian at the stormwind gates. Amara Leeson
and Thoder Windermere. Pained, a bodyguard assigned to Jaina by Tyrande as they fought
at the battle of mount hyjal. Thaddus Stoutblow, Horran Redmane and Kinndy Sparkshine, Jaina’s
new and young apprentice. When Baine looked upon the explosion, tears
ran down his muzzle, and he made no effort to wipe them away. He stood surrounded by
throngs of cheering Horde, but as he looked around, he saw, illuminated by the ghostly
arcane glow, faces that wore his own expression of shock and revulsion. Did none of them see?
Baine couldn’t understand it. So many, too many, seemed happy at beholding the dead city
and crowded with corpses of people who had died in a horribly and painful fashion. They
were happy at being tricked into a battle against theramore when all along garrosh had
had the means to win without sacrifing a single horde life. Baine was not sure which act he
despised more. Jaina was saved by Rhonin, but the diplomat,
the peaceseeker was gone. The transformation was visible for all to see as the explosion
of the bomb had turned her hair white with a single blonde streek of the past. Her eyes
too were glowing white but on the inside the pain was unbearable. When she returned to
theramore to look for any survivors, she saw the corpses of those who had fought with her
eerily floating in the air. Not even the rats had survived the attack and her new apprentice,
Kinndy Sparkshine, crumbled into violet dust at her touch. Jaina screamed. She screamed
in utter horrror, frantically gathering up the crstalline poweder that was all that remained
of a smart, lively, young woman. She screamed in loss, in grief, in guilt, and then most
of all in rage. Rage at the Horde. Rage at Garrosh Hellscream, rage at those who followed
him. Rage at Baine Bloodhoof, who had warned her but had nonetheless permitted this to
happen. Had perhaps known this was going to happen. Her screaming turned to racking, hoarse
sobs that ripped her throat. She kepft lifting handfuls of the purple sand, trying to hold
on to Kinndy, her sobbing increasing as the dust persisted in trickling through her fingers.
This wasn’t war. This wasn’t even murder. This was obliteration done at a comfortable
distance. Killing in the most brutal and cowardly fashion Jaina could conceive of.
She did not find any survivors, but she did encounter a group of orcs poking around the
debris, laughing too eachother, looting of the dead. “No one can protect you! Kill the proudmoore
wench and bring me that bomb! Your people are dispicable cowards, orcs.
Youre nothing more then rabbit dogs and you will be put down.
Brave words mage, I will spit in your face when you beg for mercy.”
“YOu spit on mercy? Then you will have none! You want carnage? Garrosh will have more blood
then he ever bargained for.” “ROar ill bring the warchief your head!” She recovered the focusing iris and set out
to gain allies in her quest for vengeance, but found rejection on all sides. Funny enough
where in the past she had to hold Varian back, now the roles were reversed. The king had
found balanace, make no mistake they would make the Horde pay but on their terms. They
could not rush in, they had to be smarter then that, rebuild, gather their forces. With
the focusin iris she believed they could destroy Orgrimmar just as surely as they had destroyed
Theramore but they needed to act now, when their armies are foolishly gathered together
in Orgrimmar. Anduin tried to reason, surely not everyone amongst the Horde agreed with
what happened. The tauren for instance and even most orcs prize honor, but for Jaina
it was far too late for that. There’s no hope for peace; there’s no time for stragey.
She has their ruination in her graps and they’re a fool for not seizing the chance. She turned
her back on them both as they tried to calm her down, tried to make her listen, but she
would not. Her next stop lead her to Dalaran where she asked the aid of the Kirin Tor. Vereesa Windrunner had returned to Dalaran
after the battle and she was as wounded as Jaina was, even more perhaps with now being
a widow and having to raise their twins by herself. Jaina told her about the final moments
with Rhoninm that all he cared about were two things when he died. he wanted to make
sure his beloved would survive and that Jaina would survive. He bought their lives with
his own, and Jaina doesn’t understand why he saved her. Theramore was her city; she
should have died for it. But he was the one who died. And she will not forget that, not
as long as she draws breath. She will ure the council to make sure the Horde is never,
ever in so powerful a position again. That no one else has to suffer as they have. Vereesa’s
lips curved into a trembling smile, and the next thig the mage knew, the two women were
hugging each other tightly, and Jaina felt warm tears against her neck. While she waited on their ruling, she also
visited the sparkshine family. She had planned to be eloquent, to praise Kinndy as the girl
deserved. To give her bereaved family comfort, to let them know that Kinndy had fought well
and bravely, that she had been a light to everyone who knew her. That she died defending
others. What burst from Jaina’s lips was ‘I’m sorry, I’m so....so sorry.”And
for several long moments it was the sparkshines who gave Jaina Proudmoore comfort. Windle
lights the streetlights in the city and with special permission, he lights them in honor
of his daughter. The golden light was tracing the shape of a laughing gnome girl with pigtails.
When the sketch was done, it came to life for a moment, small hands covering a giggling
mouths, and Jaina could have sworn she heard Kinndy’s voice. She glanced down with blurred
vision at Windle and saw the gnome, too, wept, though his eyes crinkled a loving smile... Despite her wishes, Khadgar lets her know
that the Kirin Tor will not join her in this slaughter. There are innocents in orgrimmar,
people who never marched on theramore, an orphenage even...but Jaina sees no innocents,
only those that are being taught to hate them and will one day march for the Horde. Before
Khadgar could speak, she had already conjured a portal to the library of dalaran, stealing
a book with information on the focusing iris, if nobody was going to help her, then she
was going to do it herself. Before finally leaving the city she made a quick trip to
the statue of Antonidas and there she ran into Kalecgos again who was still busy looking
for the iris. He too was asked to join her, to help her destroy the horde, but he can’t
... This hatred it wasn’t her. The jaina he knew still sought peace, still tried to
understand even as she prepared to defend her people. He can’t believe she truly wants
to perpetrate the same horror on them as they did to theramore.
This is me...this is who the horde made when they dropped that cursed bomb on my city.
You don’t want to help me? You don’t hear the voices that cry out for justice? FIne.
Don’t help me, but whatever you do, do not get in my way... Voices from all sides told her to stop and
think, to not go through with this, but Jaina refused to listen. She spend days working
her magic gathering elemental forces of water to create a massive tidal wave and flood all
of orgrimmar. The men, women and children all would feel the pain she had felt, but
the elements did not want to do this, screamed out in protest. Their cries of anguish were
heard by Go’el and he found his old friend about to make a huge mistake. It took everything
he had just to hold the tidalwave in place. Jaina was wounded, anguished, placed the blame
of Theramore squarly at Thrall’s feet. He left garrosh in charge of the horde. She had
begged him to come back, to remove him from power. She knew he would do something terrible
one day and he has. Garrosh may have done this – but she blames him for giving him
the power to do so. The words shocked the earth shaman and their battle was intense.
Nothing he said reached her, all he could do was focus on that tidal wave and while
he was not ready to take Jaina’s life, she felt no such reservations. Thankfully, Kalecgos
showed up in search of the focusing Iris and he found it together with its dark mistress.
He understood her loss and knew that what she felt, but regardless if she claimed her
vengeance or not, the people she had lost would not come back. Jaina’s hurting and
the Horde must pay. Thrall agreed, the Horde had to pay but not by her hand, not this way.
There is justice and there is vengeance. She must see the difference between the two or
else she’d betrayed those who loved her. Garrosh is a thief and a coward and a butcher
but she was doing precisely what he had – right down to using the same artifact that had obliterated
theramore. Is this what she wanted? To be remmebered as a garrosh by her own people?
I am doing what I know to be right, she shouted as did Arthas, Kalec responded when he slaughtered
everyone in Stratholme. And he at least didn’t act with hate in his heart toward those he
killed. Is this what her lagacy was going to be, to be another garrosh another arthas? “Jaina...?
I’m sorry Arthas, I can watch you do this.” No...she decided...she would not. For what
he has done, Garrosh can be nothing but her enemy and the Horde as well, as long as he
is their warchief. She would not use the elementals gathered to flood all of orgrimmar, instead
she would use it to defend her people. Go’el went back to the earthen ring, the former
friends knowing that this good bye meant the end of their friendship for so many years,
so cherished and championed by both. It would be a long, long time, if ever – before Jaina
could call Trall friend again. And she knew he knew it. Kalec stayed at Jaina’s side
and offered to carry her where ever she wished. She wanted to see orgrimmar with her own eyes
and on route they discovered that Varian and the Alliance fleet had also made their way
here. Despite their clever planning, Garrosh had his own tricks to use against them. He
had his shaman raise kraken from the deep, kraken with huge tentacles that whipped about
vessels, closing around it in a parody of a loving embrace. The warchief did not just
send the creatures of the deep to do his fighting, he too, gorehowl in hand, jumped into the
fight. Varian saw that despite the Horde fleet being vastly outnumbers, Garrosh’s tactics
of using the kraken was doing insane amounts of damage. They would have probably lost the
whole fleet was it not for Jaina and Kalecgos, sending her water elementals to save the fleet.
She had not expected them to be here, she thought that they would focus on breaking
the blockade at Darkshore or Feathermoon Stronghold. If she had truly send out her tidal wave...she
would have destroyed both Orgrimmar and the whole Alliance fleet. Luckily that didn’t
happen and Jaina was able to turn the tide of battle. She and the alliance were able
to defeat the Horde and reclaim Northwatch hold. Together with Kalec she visited Theramore
once more, not to rage and hate but to observe and mourn. The love between the blue and the
mage was still growing and she wondered where to go next, what she wanted in this world.
She still cared for peace, but she’s no longer who she was. She doesn’t burn for
vengeance, but neither is she the woman who longed so much for harmony between the Horde
and the Alliance. There can’t be harmony, not while Garrosh leads the Horde, not after
what he has done. She doesn’t believe peace is the answer anymore which means...she doesn’t
know where she belongs. Kalec thinks she does, she wanted to go home...Dalaran and the Kirin
Tor. She offered her services to them, but they did not just want her as a member, they
actually wanted her to become their leader. The reason why Rhonin had saved her instead
of himself was because of a prophecy made by the red dragon korialstraz.
After the red comes the silvers, She who was golden and bright;
The proud lady humbled and bitter Shall now turn her thoughts to the fight.
Sapphire to diamond she gleams now, The Kirin Tor leader who comes,
‘QUeen’ of a kingdom now fallen, Marching to war’s martial drums.
Be ye warned – the tides of war At last shall break upon the shore. But to just choose her based on this, she
couldn’t imagine yet Aethas explained that it wasn’t just because of this prophecy.
She had always been strong in power and character. Even when tested and tried. And when she faced
both an unimaginable horrror and an inconceivable temptation – and were perhaps tainted by
the effects of the mana bomb – she still chose a path that was fair and just, rathen
then vengeful and dark. Yet she did not do this alone, she had help from Kalec to show
her the right path so the blue also decided to join the kirin tor. And so it was that Lady Jaina Proudmoore became
the leader of the kirin tor, knowing full well that the world could not be safe with
garrosh hellscream as the leader of the Horde. The warchief had lost the battle, but was
far from defeated. Garrosh believed that they were simply thinking too small.
Next time they would have to go bigger, more elements, more kraken, more of everything.
Yet there are voices amongst the Horde that do not believe his actions, his way of warfare
are the way to go. Baine wondered if Garrosh was mad with power or simply mad.
In the meantime the alliance and the Horde found their way to a mysterious land previously
hidden by mist. The faction war moved to pandaria, a land full of resources, people, perfect
spot to fight one another was it not for the sha that feeds on negative amounts. Our arival
causes a whole bunch of problems for the pandaren, problems we try to clean up, but 2 months
later the rest of our forces make landfal and the war escalates. Garrosh has no intention
of giving up his dreams for conquest and will do anything to make it so, including the use
of an ancient artifact called the divine bell which allows you to harness the power of the
sha. Meanwhile Varian asks of us to check in with his son Anduin in Dalaran who’s
trying to convince Jaina to kick the sunreavers out of the city. They claim fealty to the
Horde and represent a major threat to the war effort, but decide Jaina claiming that
she could never be neutral while Garrosh leads the Horde, she’s not onboard with the plan. “My father isn’t asking you to pledge
the kirin tor to the alliance. “Anduin I know exactly what he’s asking,
ow look who has arrived. Nobody dislikes Garrosh more than me. I wrestle with my anger every
day. “ “Come with me – look around you a moment.”
“In the aftermath of theramore my first instinct was to decimate Orgrimmar. To kil
levery man woman and child in the city.” “Jaina...!”
“I’m not proud. Since then Kalecgos and I have talked at length abotu power, and how
it should be used. The Kirin-Tor has a legacy of abuse. Kel’thuzad turned his knowledge
of the arcane arts toward Necromany. Kael’thas Sunstrider was also a student here, another
of our fold who betrayed us. Every day I ask myself: What is the right thing to do? Anduin,
you know more than anyone, it’s important to separate the Horde from its people. The
Sunreavers still operate within this city. Alliance and Horde work together. As long
as we stay above the war, then there’s hope for the world as a whole. I see our city as
a beacon of light, showing the way. If we can trust one another here, then there’s
hope for the rest of the world.” “I understand. I’ll talk to my father.”
“Thank you, Anduin.” She sees working together here in the city
as an example to the world and understands that the Horde does not mean all of its people.
She’s right about that as more and more voices are starting to rise up against Garrosh.
He won’t let his people starve to death in the desert. Will stop at nothing - NOTHING
- to ensure a proud and glorious future for the orcs and anyone with the courage to stand
with them. Some cheer on their warchief, but others believe that this isn’t right, that
this isn’t what it means to be Horde. When Vol’jin and their expedition finds the power
to shape flesh and build warriors, he can feel it’s the blackest of magics and speaks
out. This is not what the Horde is about and as a reward, he gets stabbed in the neck.
We are able to save his life and Vol’jin would spend some time recovering, but not
everyone agrees with his mindset. When Thrall is asked to help out, his own people don’t
even listen to him anymore. Garrosh is their warchief now, willing to do anything it takes
to claim what he desires. If that means mistreating a couple of blood elves or using the dark
powers of the sha, something Varian and the alliance reject doing, then so be it. Despite
people trying to reason with him, he listens to no one but himself pushing people like
Lor’themar to consider old alliances. The warchiefs hold over the Horde is weakening,
but the time to openly rebel against him is not quite there yet. Speaking out could mean
the end of them so they still follow his command and search for the divine bell. It’s the alliance that tracks it down first.
They can’t even imagine the atrocities Garrosh would commit if this bell were to fall into
his hands so they decide to hide it away within Darnassus to study it and keep it safe. But
the warchief isn’t about to let his prize get away. Horde heroes are recruited to infiltrate
Darnassus. It’s has taken them a great deal to get through Jaina’s trips and the Sunreavers
are risking their neutrality by asissting the Horde. Which means we have to be on our
best, be very careful not to get caught or detected. The bell is transported to Silvermoon
while Fanlyr Silverthorn stays behind to clean up their tracks so that Proudmoore doesnt’
discover our involvement. Seems like he should have done a bit of a better job since Jaina
isn’t exactly happy when she finds out what happened. “No no! The bell! I had Darnassus LOCKED
DOWN! Every fumbling rogue that tried to sneak into the city, I CAUGHT them! I snatched every
two-bit charlatan that attempted to teleport through my traps! They couldn’t possibly
have gotten through...this was an inside job. Somebody inside the city has the Bell, unless...no...
THese portals connect to Dalaran. That means the Kirin Tor ... My OWN Kirin Tor...helped
the Horde commit this atrocity. I will NOT be betrayed again! Those responsible for this
will be punished!” “Aethas Sunreaver!”
Pew PEw
Pew “You’ve betrayed the Kirin Tor, Sunreaver.
You’ve allowed Garrosh to move his forces through MY city.”
“You have it all wrong, Jaina. I did nothing.” “You looked the other way. YOu and your
insubordinate kind are no longer welcome here.” “This is OUR city too, Proudmoore.”
“Hah! I see. I will remove the Sunreavers by force, then.”
PEW PEW
“You Aethas, will be coming with me.” “Jaina teleports out. It’s funny that a piece of that story is
missing and never made it into the game which they were alright with since it caused a whole
of discussions and debate. This is a bit of information given about that missing story
by Sarah Pine, one of blizzard’s writers: When you were stealing the Bell from Darnassus,
Aethas was supposed to find your portal, follow you in and go “what are you doing? You can’t
use Kirin Tor resources for the war effort.” and the orc you’re with gets nose to nose
with him and says “You’d better decide where you’re loyalties lie, ELF.” And
Aethas slinks back through the portal to Dalaran saying he saw nothing. For too long, she has
toiled to mend fences between Alliance and Horde. Time and time again, she has given
the Horde the benefit of the doubt - and time and time again, they stab her in the back.
She refuses to be betrayed again! If the Horde intends to use the Kirin Tor as a weapon against
the Alliance, then they have no place in Dalaran. She together with Vereesa Windrunner, leader
of the Silver covenant who has lost her husband Rhonin at Theramore strike out at the Sunreavers.
Not all were in on Garrosh’ plans, some didn’t even know what was going on, but
they no longer cared. Those that did know, those that had followed the Warchiefs’ orders
had sealed the fate for the rest of them. The sunreavers that comply are teleported
to the Violet Hold but those that resist are put to the sword. None are allowed to leave
so the dragonhawks are either put to sleep or slain, even some of the shopkeepers are
put down while the Horde works on evacuating the sunreaver citizens, strikes back at the
silver covenant and the alliance stroops stowed away near antonidas memorial. They save aethas
and make their escape, but neither side is particularly happy. Lor'themar Theron yells: Aethas! You're alive!
Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: Thanks to this hero, a few of us made it out of there.
Many more have been sent to the Violet Hold. Lor'themar Theron says: Anar'alash denal!
Will someone tell me WHAT is going on in Dalaran? Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: Proudmoore!
She's gone and expelled the Sunreavers from the city. She's purging the Horde from the
Kirin Tor! Lor'themar Theron says: She's gone too far.
I'm certain the Alliance can move their war mages through the city at will. That human
... witch! Lor'themar Theron says: When will they learn?
When will they see that the Horde exists BECAUSE of the Alliance? Because of their prejudice
and their bigotry!? They force us ever closer to Hellscream's Horde.
Archmage Aethas Sunreaver says: My Lord... Lor'themar Theron says: Hal'duron, summon
the rangers. Rommath, assemble the Blood Magi, and add the Sunreavers' strength to your own.
Lor'themar Theron says: We Sin'dorei will take our future into our own hands.
Lor'themar Theron says: And get this damn thing out of my sight! Hellscream bought this
treasure with the blood of my people. I hope it destroys him. King Varian Wrynn says: Jaina! What's happening
in Dalaran? Has there been an attack? Varian walks around the table to Jaina.
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: The Kirin Tor was betrayed from within. I've handled the
situation. King Varian Wrynn says: How?
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: I've purged the Horde from Dalaran. You have what you wanted,
Your Majesty: The Kirin Tor belongs to the Alliance.
Varian is confused. King Varian Wrynn says: But you said-
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: I know what I said. My trust was misplaced.
King Varian Wrynn says: What of the Sin'dorei - the Sunreavers?
Surprisingly, Varian is not happy, but sounds concerned instead.
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Those that surrendered are being taken to the Violet Hold. I make
no guarantees about those who chose to fight. Varian sounds dismayed and is becoming frustrated.
King Varian Wrynn says: Jaina, you need to talk to me before you act-
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: How I run the Kirin Tor is my business.
King Varian Wrynn says: I was trying to negotiate with the Sin'dorei. I was opening discussions
to bring them into the Alliance! By attacking their people, you've forced their hand-
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: They chose their own path.
King Varian Wrynn says: You've driven them back to the Horde.
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: You're fooling yourself. Once Horde, always Horde. I see
that now. I'm mobilizing the Kirin Tor. Jaina walks down to the center of the floor
and opens a portal to Dalaran as Varian looks on, stressing his words.
King Varian Wrynn says: Jaina. We've got to work together on this. The Alliance must act
as one. Jaina turns halfway back to Varian - the equivalent
of looking back over her shoulder. Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Don't get soft
on me, Varian. The Kirin Tor has been pledged to the alliance,
but the negotiations between Varian and Lor’themar, trying to get the blood elves to join the
alliance once more...they’ve come to an end. There is still the threat of the divine
bell, something that Anduin hasn’t forgotten about. While Garrosh displays the powers of
the bell, the raw negative emotions too much to handle for most, the prince uses the Harmonic
Mallet to stop him. Garrosh Hellscream says: Your interference
has cost me a great warrior, young prince. You'll pay with your life.
Anduin Wrynn says: That is where you are wrong, Garrosh.
Anduin Wrynn says: The mogu made the Divine Bell to create chaos, but the pandaren created
a special mallet to turn the echoes of that chaos into perfect harmony. That mallet was
hidden for thousands of years, until now. Anduin leaps upward and performs an overhand
strike on the Divine Bell, stunning Garrosh and causing the bell to crack violently.
Garrosh Hellscream says: Die, whelp!! Garrosh pulls himself together, closes the
gap, and strikes at Anduin, but hits the Divine Bell, shattering it. The bell crumples in
a heap onto Anduin, who has been crushed within an inch of his life!
“There is much I do not know about this artifact. The weak willed cannot control the
sha energy, but I WILL master it. Atleast the human prince is dead. King Wrynn now knows
the price of his continued defiance. Hahaha. Leave me, I have much to think about.”
“I will let you live so that you can tell your KIng of the price for his continued defiance!
Muahahhaha” King Varian Wrynn says: Garrosh attacked my
son...? Where is he? Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Anduin!
Jaina spots Anduin and runs to him, kneeling over his prone body. Varian is not far behind
her. King Varian Wrynn says: Anduin, what were
you thinking? I should've sent you back to Stormwind!
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: He's alive, but his bones are shattered.
King Varian Wrynn says: Send for Velen. Bring him here at once!
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: My King, I promise you. The Kirin Tor will come down on Garrosh
so hard his ancestors will reel. Blood will pay for blood!
Jaina teleports away in a flash. King Varian Wrynn says: Jaina- Anduin will need some time to heal while the
war against the alliance and the horde continued. Their attention was drawn by the resurrection
of Lei-Shen the Thunderking, a threat that could not be ignored. On the isle of thunder,
The Kirin Tor offensive lead by Jaina Proudmoore and the Sunreaver Onslaught lead by Lor’themar
Theron did their best to put a stop to the thunderkings plans while also fighting with
eachother. Step by step we took more of the island, carved our way to the throne of thunder
and after weeks of fighting eachother on the island, the final showdown was about to begin. “Lord Zhu! The Alliance – the Horde – all
chaos is about to erupt out here!” “Like children. Taoshi! Hand me my weapon!”
“My Lord...you are gravely wounded!” “My weapon! Champion, with me. I want you
to see this.” “Hand over the Archmage and I may yet allow
you to walk out of here, Lor’themar.” “Proudmoore! You will release my people
from the Violet Hold, or I will cut you down myself!’
“Your people are legitimate prisoners of war. They orchestrated an attack on Darnassus
from MY city-“ “The Sunreavers knew NOTHING of Garrosh’s
raid on Darnassus!” <Aethas Sunreaver shifts uncomfortably>
“ENOUGH!! There will be no more bloodshed today. I see why now why your alliance and
your horde can not stop fighting. Every reprisal is itself an act of aggression, and every
act of aggresion triggers immediate reprisal. “They have undermind, I must protect, SILENCE!
YOU must break the cycle. It ends TODAY. Here. The cycle ends when you Regent Lord and you
Lady Proudmoore turn from one another. And walk. Away.”
... thinking... “Rangers. Lower yoru weapons.”
“My lord!” “Very well. We will stand down.”
“They killed my husband!” “This won’t bring him back. But know this,
‘blood’ elf. There can be no peace while hellscream is warchief of the horde.”
“That is precisely why I wish to converserve our strength today.
“Lady...Lord.” “Gather the wounded. Withdraw to the harbor.
Our work here is done.” Aethas shifts uncomfortably as Lor’themar
assures Jaina that the Sunreavers knew nothing of Garrosh’s raid on darnassus, a remnant
of the quest that was supposed to make it in. Jaina and Lor’themar decide to step
away from eachother and focus on the real threat, the Thunderking. Powerful upgrades
were found in the throne of thunder for both sides with Jaina infusing her staff of Antonidas
with the power of the thunder king himself. I don’t think they’ve actually ever used
that for the story, while the power the blood elves obtained, an animus golem has showed
up. Either way with the thunderking dealt with and Vol’jin healed up, the time has
come for a rebellion. The Horde has had enough of their warchief, but Garrosh isn’t finished
quite yet as he just found some awesome power hidden within the vale of eternal blossoms.
The heart of the old god y’shaarj is thirsty, dropped in the sacred waters of the vale which
causes a massive explosion and destruction to the land. The Siege of Orgrimmar had the
alliance and horde face all the troops, powers and weapons Garrosh had managed to acquire.
Even the warchief himself used the powers of an old god to try and carve out the destiny
he saw, but not even that was enough to stand against the combined might of the alliance
and the horde. Ahaaaa
“You disapoint me garrosh. You are not worthy of yur fathers legacy.”
Cloink! “His punishment is not alone for you to
decide.” “I won’t let you take him.”
“We have all suffered from his atrocities. My people more then any other. Let him stand
trial in pandaria. There we will mete out justice for all.”
Mmmmkaaaay, put him in chains, lock him up boys.
“Ugh...Look at them. Already they plot against us. Sieze this moment, Varian/ Dismantle the
Horde. “Guardsmen!”
Ow my i’m impressed “Father, what are you doing?”
“What a king must do.” “I will speak to your warchief!”
Eeeey its voljin “I speak for the Horde!”
Yah really its voljin “Very well. The horde has commited heinous
crimes vol’jin.” Tjoink
“But some among you fought against Garrosh’ tyrany For that I’m willing to end the bloodshed.
But know this, if your horde fails to uphold honor as Garrosh did. We will end you.” Quite a turn around between Varian and Jaina
as she is the one who calls for the dismantling of the Horde, but Varian can see that not
all were down with Garrosh. As long as they murder alliance in an honorful way it’s
all good and as Ashran showed, we would start fighting again. We first have the trial of
Garrosh to complete though with Baine and Tyrande playing loyar while the bronze dragons
Chromie and Kairoz use the Vision of time to show moments from the past to support each
sides case. Witnesses are also called to the stand and Jaina’s financial support for
bain is revealed. Varian isn’t exactly happy about this, not to mention that his son had
been part of it, but probably the most interesting thing to come out of the trial is when Jaina
takes the stand. They show the destruction of Theramore, Jaina returning home and finding
Kindy and when Tyrande asks her about the flooding of Orgrimmar, she says that she didn’t
want to become like Garrosh. Be like Garrosh or be like the Horde? Tyrande asked too which
Jaina – battered, angry, wounded, devastated, honest Jaina – replied simply, ‘The Horde
isn’t garrosh.” It seemed like she was dealing with her anger
and made the choice to not let it consume her. This anger put quite a bit of strain
on her relationship with Kalecgos. A relationship in which she aided the blue to deal with the
aftermath of the cataclysm, but she decided that Garrosh had already taken enough from
her. She would not let him take the love she had for the blue.
The tale ends with Kairoz breaking Garrosh out of prison, taking him to an alternate
reality which would kick off the expansion Warlords of Draenor. The attack on the temple
where they held the trial was not an easy one to repel. Our heroes had to deal with
their counterparts from alternate realities. Jaina even lost her life despite those gathered
trying to do everything in their power to heal her. All hope seemed lost, Varian told
Anduin that there was nothing they could to save his auntie Jaina but the prince woudn’t
give up on her. That’s when the red crane knew his student had not forgotten the lessons
of his temple. Hope is what you have when all other things have failed you. Where there
is hope, you make room for healing, for all things that are possible – and some that
are not... His powers made her open her eyes once more, Go’el realized Jaina looked happy.
Perhaps she had been healed in more than body, and he wondered how she had been able to accept
her raging alternate self. He supposed he would never know. Their eyes met, and he smiled
at her. And when she stretched out a hand to him, he took it. It almost seemed like Jaina was ready to get
past the hatreds of old, but during Warlords of Draenor we saw her, once again, being unwilling
to work together with them while Khadgar has no such reservations. Talador horde full: 1:18:55
“Let us pass, gatekeeper.” “Lady Proudmoore has expressly forbid Horde
from entering kirin tor grounds. “Then let Jaina take it up with me. I am
a member of the council and you will let me and my friend pass!”
“Very well, archmage. As you wish.” “My tower lies just through this pass.” While we work on dealing with the threats
on alternate draenor, especially gul’dan and his shadow council, Khadgar is attack
by Garona Halforcen. We quickly go after her and capture her, while Jaina takes care of
the archmage. “Be still, Khadgar. Garona’s dagger was
enchanted.” “Uhgngnrnrn”
“This wound is grisly, you should see a priest.”
“No. No priest. Cordana, stitch me up.” “Thank you commander. Youre an asset to
the alliance.” “I work with the best.”
“I’ve heard you also work with the Horde. The rest of the council of six wouldn’t
approve. I don’t “ “It’s not the first time I’ve disagreed
with the council and it won’t be the last.” “Keep protecting our archmage, Commander.
We’d be lost without him.” The leader of the kirin tor is kind enough
to give a hand with upgrading our legendary ring and that’s pretty much all she did
during the expansion. Our heroes were able to secure victory on Draenor, alternate gul’dan
is send over to Azeroth and he kicks off another invasion from the Legion. Sylvanas leads the
charge for the Horde while Varian commands the Alliance. Both factions seemingly out
of no where working together again for the good of Azeroth. At this point the rolercoaster
seems to be over and Jaina seems to have made up her mind. We went from the diplomate to
bombing of theramore and flooding orgrimmar. Changing her mind and instead leading the
kirin tor, unable to work together with Garrosh as warchief. Then Anduin talks to her and
they do try to make it work in Dalaran, a shining beacon of hope for the rest of the
world leading to the divine bell which pissed her off and championed the dismantling of
the horde. The trial of garrosh with deciding to not
let hatred consume her heart to Draenor with being unwilling to work together again and
then Legion where she does join the Alliance on the Broken Shore. This was a death trap
and the Horde is unable to hold its ground. They cannot die this day so Sylvanas is forced
to call the retreat which appears to the alliance as a betrayel. Varian is forced to sacrifice
himself to give the troops a chance to escape and with the death of the king, a great burden
is placed upon anduin’s shoulders. His father was a great strategist, yet his armies crumbled
at the broken shores. How can he succeeed where the wolf had failed, but Velen reasures
him that he does not stand alone in this battle and Tyrande compliments him for his wisdom
of accepting the illidari into their ranks who by now have made their way to either the
alliance or the horde. Jaina however reminds them all of the Horde’s treachery. It’s
time to bring them to heel like the dogs they are. Theramore, Dalaran and now again they’re
betrayed by the Horde at the broken shore, but the others don’t see it that way. They
can’t fight a war at two fronts, they need the Horde’s strength in the battle against
the Legion, but Jaina disagrees. She believes that to fight alongside the cowards who betrayed
his father and left them to die would dishonor everything Vartian stood for. Dalaran will
protect the easterns kingdoms, but she will not allow the Horde to set foot within her
city. Dalaran is then moved to deadwind pass to
have a better position while defending the eastern kingdoms. The journey did not go without
complications as we see a citizen stuck in a wall while the recovery specialist is trying
to help him out, but that’s not what we’re here for. We’re here to assist Khadgar as
he tries to make Jaina see reason. They can not fight both the Horde and the Legion at
the same time. Azeroth will have to be united in the coming war and for the Kirin Tor to
fight at its full strength, the Horde must be allowed back into their ranks.
Jaina is not having it. The Horde obliterated Theramore. They left them to die on the Broken
shore. Again and again the horde has proven to be monsters...cowards! She will never let
them back in but Khadgar has made his case and respectfully asks the council to vote.
Jaina warns them that if they let those vermin back into the city, she will not be counted
amongst their ranks when they welcome them and the council, against Jaina’s wishes,
votes to let the Horde back in. Only Ansim Runeweaver agrees with Jaina’s views and
with that, she leaves the kirin tor behind and Khadgar steps up as their leader. We wouldn’t
see her for the remainder of the expansion, but as it turns out, she had been spending
her time fighting the Legion on her own. She depended on no one and no one depened on her
while the rest of us worked on our order halls and kicked some legion booty. With battle for azeroth soon upon us Jaina
will return to the front as the war between the alliance and the horde flares up again.
She has been searching. She know how dangerous hate cane be and doesn’t like what it’s
done to her, but she doesn’t know if can still change. She knows what she’s against.
She knws what angers her, what drives her hate, what she doesn’t want. But she doesn’t
know what calms her, or what she loves, or what she does want. That’s going to part
of her journey while also having to deal with the choices of the past, stepping away from
her father Daelin which her people back home at kul tiras could not really appreciate.
The daughter of the sea is returning home, but
that’s a story still waiting to be told. For now though I hope I’ve been able to
give you a better understanding of Jaina’s character. Where she started from, what happened
to her that changed her. Where might she go in the future, well perhaps this answer at
blizzcon gives us a bit of an insight as to what Blizzard themselves think of the character: https://youtu.be/oacj-mnnvkc 25 45 “Jaina’s complicated. She’s as evil
as I am. Bad example. How evil are you? So look, if I’m jaina as a character Jaina
is wrapped with regret. Looking over her past decisions and the things she has done. Responsible
for the death of her father, potentialy responsibly for what the horde is today as a result of
that. What could she have done differently at stratholme? Could she have saved arthas.
What about the battle for the undercity. If you break that all apart, youre left with
a character that has some damage. Explore that damage, try to udnerstand how she got
the way she is and hopefully pull her out of it. No she’s not evil, she’s conflicted
and something we can’t wait to explore. And with that I think it’s about time to
wrap up this video. It’s been a while since I dove into such a massive character and it’s
been a lot of fun to try and get as much detail in as I could. Hope you enjoyed it too and
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