it was through no fault of the elven regent that the alliance and their king had been pushed to the brink of their collective TOLERANCE. quartering members of the horde whom anduin sought, however, was enough to draw them to quel'thalas. the revitalized ban'dinoriel would have proven an effective BARRICADE were it not for the fact that the sunwell - once the quel'dorei’s greatest fount of power - was now INFUSED with the light; and as such, so too were the gate’s magical defenses. it took a considerable deal of effort, but anduin’s holy prowess enabled him to NULLIFY the barrier in its entirety.
before the entrance to sin'dorei lands, he stood; BLEEDING patience and concern alike. from features twisted and DEFORMED into an uncharacteristic scowl, anduin’s demand emerged, “in the name of the alliance - in the name of the light - i COMMAND that you stand down. my aim is not to butcher a people who have already seen more than their fair share of bloodshed, but i will have no other choice if you do not HEED me now.” his army stood at the ready. soldiers, mages, archers and priests were all prepared to engage their foes, and several gunships loomed in the distance beyond them. anduin did not come all this way just to FORGO his mission.
THE CHILDREN OF THE BLOOD would sacrifice no expense to defend the last stronghold of Horde-controlled territory in the eastern kingdoms. to protect the the golden fields and spring-time meadows that their people, their children and their dreams had grown upon. this was QUEL’THALAS, a land that was sowed and reaped by the nimble and clever hands of dath’remar, who had given to them the extraordinary waters of the sunwell.
but the elves were not alone. elf and troll, tauren and forsaken stood in the bone-speckled lands of southern quel’thalas where the ground was still soaked in the blood of his people. Sin’dorei boots crunched along forgotten femurs and half-broken clavicles that had been left behind by fallen paladins, healers and frightened children alike. a plague that had been brought unto them by a HUMAN PRINCE once not so unlike the wrynn that stood at their gates.
❛ Shindu fallah na! Anar’alah belore, talah shar falanore! ❜ He cried to his people, urging their Blood Knight Calvary to man the defensive line between the healthier trees of the Eversong Wood from the blackened forest beyond.
their mage towers had been erected with haste, arbolests armed to the teeth whilst their paladins and farstriders manned the first line of defense. in the hazy background of the orange-tinted skyline, one could make out a few orcish airships that circled the eversong forest. to the north, their navy was prepped with battle mage and arcane canon alike to defend the Isle of Quel’danas, Sunsail Anchorage and Silvermoon’s port.
if this prince truly thought that the great city of the elves would so easily fall, then he was mistaken. Finally, to punctuate his wordless response to the boy-king standing at their gates, a sudden and loud ‘THWAM’ echoed across the trees, bending some of the smaller saplings to their limit. The many gates of Silvermoon City had shut.
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