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Robbed of Justice

Fire all around.

Ulysses heart thumped rapidly inside his chest as his next breath was singed with smoke. How many wars had he been in? How many demons, undead, cultists, horde and everything in between? This level of wanton carnage and destruction, not even Deathwing had done this and he certainly had the ability.

He heard a scream to his left.

Body struggling to move as his muscles still burned with his last burst of exertion. It was then he felt a sharp pain in his mouth as he had been checked by a shield, the sound of metal striking metal as another jarring pain was felt in the right side of his ribcage. The paladin had just survived an attack on his life, his armor deflecting a Forsaken lightslayer’s sword that had collided with his armor. He growled as he turned to face the gaunt figure, an eager Forsaken recruit ready to prove himself to the dark lady by hoping to kill a seasoned soldier in this battle. Ulysses made his death quick but still painful, a hand raising as the light overwhelmed whatever wards the undead had against it, his body shrouded in unnatural shadow fpr just a moment as he tried to resist before bursting into holy fire as he was immolated into a charred husk within three seconds.

Wiping at his now sore jaw Ulysses dashed into the inn of Lor’danel where he had heard said screams coming from, looking around he spotted an elven citizen cornered by a tauren on the ramp between the first and second floors that acted as an overlook with a perfect view of Teldrassil.

Giving a warcry the paladin dashed forward. Ulysses was an older man, almost fifty eight, but his strength had yet to leave him, with the recent discovery of Azerite and his refocusing on the light he was able to match and sometimes exceed the strength of other naturally stronger races. His body surging with the light he leaped and threw both legs forward. The horde legionarre turning around just in time for both of Ulysses heels to bury in his chain coated gut, the paladin kicked like a mustang and the sheer force knocked the Tauren off the overlook into an uncomfortable landing in the waters below. He wouldn’t die, but he wouldn’t be a problem any longer either. Though when Ulysses turned to face the elven citizen expecting a look of astonishment or relief at being saved, instead he saw a look of abject horror on her face. An orange light reflecting in her gaze.

No. No. They couldn’t...

Azerite firebombs used on the World tree itself, Ulysses had glanced over just in time to see the third bomb collide with the purple hardwood of the Teldrassil’s bark. The World tree had been set aflame. It was a matter of seconds that another salvo of bombs launched and the world tree would fully begin to burn.

Anger. Wrath. Vengeance.

Such impulses and thoughts surged through the paladin with what he witnessed, “We need to go. There’s a boat in the harbor, it’s a small enough sloop we can get past the Horde Blockade! We need to go now though!” The paladin exclaimed, he ushered the elven survivor out of the building, finding another cluster of Alliance civilians as well as a pair of soldiers holding their ground for against an orc. Twelve of them in total, it was a bit much but they could sail Northeast towards Moonglade and travel down through the mountains, the elves would survive even if Teldrassil didn’t. Ulysses would recall later how silent and haunting the trip was.

No elf, no soldier, no voice at all dared to speak for a long time as they put distance between themselves and the burning Teldrassil. Only when it had become a dark, smokey orange blot on the horizon would Ulysses consider speaking to these lucky few. The light had granted him the abilities of an empath though it didn’t takes such abilities to feel the hearts of those around him be wounded and harden. He could feel there loss, there mourning, there disbelief, there sense of betray and confusion and fear and anger that came with it all.

“The Horde will not get away with this,” Ulysses said with a core of steel in his words. He lofted his hands, a blessing of strength and endurance washing over all of those on the boat, not to lessen their pain but to fortify there resolve. “The journey to justice is a long one. You will need the power of the light. This was an attempt to break the Alliance. To break the elven people. You will bend, but you will not break, not to her and not to them.” The paladin speaking that last word with a newfound venom towards the Horde. They couldn’t control Garrosh, how could they control Sylvanas? Horde honor was weak. Horde muscle was weak.

Only the light and the blades of the Alliance could stop the Horde now. Just for a moment, the image of that Forsaken who had attacked him sat in his mind, the very instant he burst into flames, the anguished cry of pain and the realization of death that came with it.

For the Alliance.

Ulysses would exact justice for this, and if not justice, at the very least he would exact vengeance.

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Okay but for real though

Was replaying the start of the Horde campaign and did the quest where you break out princess Talanji and prophet Zul and realised;

What if someone who survived Teldrassil burning (and probably being traumatised for life) had to go through Zul pretty much torching Stormwind and live through that hell all over again???

Imagine recovering in the cathedral or something after losing everything, only to wake up to yet another city on fire.