#even Anduin has been butchered

[jainaism]

Prejudice towards Jaina №5356 "She switches several times from i hate the horde to it's garrosh to i hate the horde"

Jaina doesn't forgive the horde neither after the explosion of Theramore, nor after the trial of Garrosh.

“You do not know my heart anymore, Thrall,” she said. “I am no butcher—but I will no longer call for peace at any cost. The Horde you do not lead is dangerous and must be challenged at every turn—and defeated. Then, perhaps, there can be peace. But not before.” I’m not what I was—I don’t burn for vengeance anymore. But… neither am I the woman who longed so much for harmony between the Horde and the Alliance. There… can’t be harmony, Kalec. Not while Garrosh leads the Horde, not after what he has done. I don’t believe peace is the answer anymore. - tow

When she's asked to become a leader of Kirin Tor, Jaina doesn’t know what to do, since it's extremely difficult to be neutral in this situation, but she agrees, while fighting her anger every day.

What if the Horde killed your friends? Your family? Destroyed everything your had. Could you maintain your conviction even then? To be honest, I struggle. Every. Day. Every day, the hard decisions. Every night… the nightmares. But I have a responsibility to preserve the Kirin Tor. - Jaina, mop

Nobody dislikes Garrosh more than me. I wrestle with my anger every day. 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. - Jaina, mop.

However, despite this, the sunreavers have a different opinion. They help the horde steal the divine bell from Darnassus, another artifact that could set off a hundred Theramors across the Azeroth. Jaina finds out about it, it enrages her, she losts the shit. That's where her patience ends, and she's learned her lesson.

For too long, I have toiled to mend fences between Alliance and Horde. Time and time again, I've given the Horde the benefit of the doubt - and time and time again, they stab me in the back. I resude to be betrayed again! If the hode intends to use the Kirin Tor as a weapon against the alliance, then they have no place in Dalaran. I've decided. Certain members of the Kirin-Tor have put their allegiance to the Horde above the order, and I will NOT tolerate it. This is nothing short of a betrayal. - Jaina, mop.

The Kirin Tor was betrayed from within. I've handled the situation. You're fooling yourself. Once Horde, always Horde. I see that now. - Jaina, mop.

This has been the worst year of my life: Theramore, destroyed. And a betrayal from within the Kirin Tor. The lesson is clear. From here on out, I'm taking the initiative. - Jaina, mop.

Next, there is a skirmish between the horde and alliance and zandalari. Jaina orders the alliance to switch from the horde to the trolls, and when she and Lor-Themar decide to part peacefully, Vereesa remains unhappy, and Jaina in the one who discourages her ardor, saying that "this battle will not bring her husband back."

During the siege, Jaina wants to first make Garrosh suffer and then kill him, while she just proposes to dismantle the horde, because she saw the possibility of another betrayal. However, Varian is against this, and Jaina, although disappointed, agrees to make peace with the horde.

During Garrosh's trial, Jaina wants him to receive the punishment he deserves, but Kalecgos reproaches her for this and is afraid that after this she will not stop. This upsets Jaina because she has become very attached to him - and mind you, when he was in trouble, she helped him no matter what, and he is just an asshole here. When Tyrande asks her if she would become the same as the horde if she washed away Orgrimmar, Jaina replies that the horde is on Garrosh. Because she keep separeting the horde and its people from Garrosh.

At the end of the book, she is seriously injured, and the Red Crane gives her and everyone else a blessing (temporary), thanks to which she feels herself calm and silently reconciles with Thrall, although they do not become friends again. She doesn't forgive the horde, but also she doesn't see every single orc or elf as pure evil.

Conclusion: “the horde is not garrosh,” Jaina thought exactly that throughout the entire MoP, the only difference being that she stopped giving the horde a “second chance” and began to see it for what it really is. While she wants to kill Garrosh, she despises the rest of the horde, continues to blame it for the destruction of Theramore, does not trust it, punishes traitors, etc, but at the same time she goes into negotiations, stops Vereesa from the battle and only offers dismentle the horde, and not kill every single orc. She releases the elves and prisons to Silvermoon. Jaina helps the horde player, albeit reluctantly, strengthen the ring, and then runs along the broken shore with the alliance and the horde. And everything was fine until the horde betrayed the alliance again, which caused another wave of indignation from Jaina. She didn't forgive the horde then, keep blame them for Theramore and mistrust them because of it, but doesn't want to kill them all as she wanted to kill Garrosh.

The only problem here writing. This story is not well written because Golden sucks, making Jaina too soft, like in dumb Disney movies, but generally acceptable.

#jaina proudmoore #world of warcraft #warcraft #jaina #jaina proudmoore daily #alliance #wow #kalecgos #jaina's characteristic

[poisonheart]

Listen, I don’t do “Pain Olympics” ~ I’ve always hated these debates about who is more pitiful and deserving of love and compassion. That I had to read with my own two eyes that people truly believe Anduin had it worse than Sylvanas just because she had a family in her childhood and had “more years of happiness” and he didn’t actually disgust me.

But hey, I’ll humor the Pain Olympics and participate in the race with that same flawed and gross logic. We can justify anything through the lens we want to look through, after all.

Let’s get this out of the way: we are talking about two very privileged characters. People treat Anduin like he’s some homeless orphan who had it rough. As if he’s had to raise himself. Even his servants loved him and were nurturing to him. You can absolutely be very rich and miserable, but let’s not pretend like Anduin was a Thrall level orphan.

(You see why Pain Olympics is stupid? There will always be people who had it worse. It’s a constant invalidating loop. You can’t measure pain. One year of suffering for Person A can feel like the 20 years of suffering from Person B. It’s insulting and invalidating to say Person B is more worthy of compassion just because they “suffered longer.”)

The other wild take I’ve seen in the Pain Olympic race is that Sylvanas has family that loves her now. LOL, bitch where? They specifically chose to make Sylvanas that “survivor who lost everything and everyone, repudiated/shunned/outcast” because it was fun to Blizz. Very fitting for a Horde-aligned character. Need to have lots of misery to later turn into a villain because of Horde things.

Her only surviving sister at that time was Vereesa and not once was she written to care for Sylvanas after undeath. When they finally remembered she existed they chose to use her to drive a dagger of “you’re unworthy and unlovable” through Sylvanas in that awful book “War Crimes” where Anduin was also written to be more than willing to listen and be super compassionate toward this other genocidal orc who actually tried to kill him.

In “Three Sisters” Vereesa and Alleria leave the awful meeting together because obviously, Sylvanas is a terrible monster now who can’t sit with them. There we have Alleria, corrupted by the void up the ass, but Vereesa is totally okay keeping her around because she’s aligned with her precious Alliance.

(And the narrative later proves they were right to think of Sylvanas as a monster because that’s what they wrote her to become.)

Finally, in “Shadows Rising” Alleria is written to be practically salivating to hunt Sylvanas down while employing the same questionable methods the self-righteous Alliance has always condemned the Horde for and no one gave a fuck about it, not even Anduin—the guy who was written to denounce all the atrocities Sylvanas was capable and willing to commit to justify the ends. Guess it’s only reprehensible when the enemy does it, no? Whatever.

Her sisters have been written to be awful. Whatever retcon they pull now about them caring for her doesn’t change the years where that wasn’t the case in canon. You can’t expect the fandom to just embrace such retcon now when they’ve been shit for years, building resentment in the audience.

Sylvanas’ story in Warcraft has always been about isolation, abandonment, and darkness, yet finding the strength to go on in spite of it—even when all she knew and loved was taken from her. To rebuild and forge ahead. Of course, Blizzard is retcon central, so who the fuck knows what’s canon anymore.

Now, let’s shift to Anduin while still participating in the Pain Olympics race. You know what he’s had? A support system. He has people who love him, who went to literal hell for him, and who will be there to help him overcome this new trauma. When he has flashbacks and nightmares about all he did while subjugated, he can reach out to literally anyone and find some comfort. He won’t be an outcast or shunned or deemed a total monster for the things he did or what’s happened to him. He will never get to experience that isolation. He got the good end. And we can’t pretend like that’s solely his merit. He’s even given his father and surrogate orc dad to help him beat the domination magic in the end.

You know who didn’t have that when it happened to her? Sylvanas. You know who won’t ever have that because now she’s done “mass murder” and lost all rights to compassion because of it? Sylvanas. And it is the consistent Blizzard narrative. Unless you’re like Anduin or Calia, processing trauma like a doormat, Blizzard writes characters as unworthy. Their intention works when you have so many people saying Anduin is more pitiful than Sylvanas because his 19-20 years of life have all been awful compared to her who at least knew happiness and family in her childhood and simply threw it all away for revenge. Yes, that’s a genuine take I’ve seen thrown out there. Not even joking.

When Anduin comes back home to his castle/city/people after being dominated, he will be surrounded by people who love and support him. Because that’s the kind of character Blizzard writes as worthy of all that ending.

This has been painful. Participating in Pain Olympics to write all the above sickens me. Trying to quantify misery made me want to puke. In the end, both are characters who suffered. Both have gone through pain and loss and I don’t think it’s fair to try and measure it and use the results to weigh who deserves compassion. But that’s what Blizzard wants. That’s why they made Anduin the listener of Sylvanas’ life story.

This is the reaction they live for and thrive on. They want to further vilify her under the guise of “look, we’re giving you her back story to explain what we couldn’t put in the game for five years” while uplifting yet another precious Alliance NPC because they’re the only ones worthy of squishy feelings and sympathy in this franchise. It doesn’t matter how the book ends or what he ultimately thinks of her. If you are agreeing with “Anduin is more pitiful” you’re playing precisely into the kind of thing Blizzard/Golden wants you to think. Congrats.

#sylvanas windrunner #man when I look at this pile of shit and think of how FF14 handled villains and compassion #seriously Blizzard needs to fire their entire narrative team #even Anduin has been butchered #so many characters have been ruined #even villains #queued post #if you think Blizzard loves Sylvanas I don’t know what to tell you #if you think they favor her after all the shit they’ve done to her character I don’t know what to tell you either #edited because I wrote this angry and sleepy

[vaknosh]

please please please tell me those novellas give sylvanas a better reason for the destruction

Yup, here’s the excerpt from WoWhead explaining her thoughts and reasonings for the war in the first place in a conversation with Saurfang:

"You are not Garrosh Hellscream, why do you want to throw the Horde into the meat grinder again? Sylvanas’s eyes did not waver, even in the face of his rage. "If I dedicated myself to peace with the Alliance, would it last a year?""Yes," Saurfang said curtly. "How about two years? Five? Ten? Fifty?"Saurfang felt the trap closing in on him, and he did not like it. "We fought side-by-side against the Burning Legion. That creates bonds that are not easily broken. "Time breaks every bond." Sylvanas leaned across the table. Her words flew like arrows. "What do you believe? Will peace last five years or fifty?"He leaned forward, too, his face inches away from hers. Neither blinked. "What I believe doesn’t matter, Warchief. What do you believe?" "I believe the exiles of Gilneas will never forgive the Horde for driving them away. I believe the living humans of Lordaeron think it is blasphemy that my people still hold their city. I believe the ancient divide between our allies in Silvermoon and their kin in Darnassus is not easily mended." There was a smile on Sylvanas’ face. It was not a pleasant one."I believe the Darkspear tribe hasn’t forgotten who drove them from their islands," she continued. "I believe every orc your age remembers being imprisoned for years in filthy camps, wallowing in despair and surviving on human scraps. I believe every human remembers the tales of the terrible Horde that caused so much destruction in its first invasion, and I believe they blame every orc for that, no matter what you people have done to redeem yourselves. And I remember very well that my first Forsaken were once loyal Alliance citizens. We died for that banner, and our reward was to be hunted as vermin. I believe that there will be no permanent peace with the Alliance – not unless we win it on the battlefield on our terms. And believing that, answer this, Saurfang: what use is delaying the inevitable? ""The boy in Stormwind will not start a war tomorrow," Saurfang said. Her eyebrows lowered. "With Genn Greymane in his ear? We will see. "That was a concern, Saurfang had to concede. In the thick of fighting against the Burning Legion, Greymane had launched a mission to kill Sylvanas. It had gotten some of Stormwind’s few remaining airships destroyed. There were whispers that Greymane had ordered the attack without Anduin’s permission, but as far as Saurfang knew, Greymane had not been punished. The implications of that were troubling, and every possible explanation led to the same conclusion: the old Worgen would always drive the Alliance toward war against the Horde. Sylvanas’ eyes glittered. "And the boy is becoming a man. What if that man decides that he has no choice but to launch war on us?"

So this actually shows that Sylvanas actually has reasons and a plan - none of which was shown to us in-game.

Her conclusion is questionable, but the logic she has is something you can make sense of. She doesn’t believe peace matters if it’s just going to war with the Alliance anyway. What is the purpose of, say, 5 years of peace? To her, that’s 5 years of the Alliance able to gather Azerite. To her, that’s 5 years of Genn whispering into Anduin’s ears constantly, “The Horde must be destroyed.” It makes sense to me. It feels like an honest argument. It’s certainly not the first time someone’s brought up the idea of being able to overwhelm your enemy with a powerful first strike. Her argument about Genn and Stormheim feels especially on point - he’s shown he will strike at the Forsaken and Horde if given the chance and without orders even if the end of the world is at their doorstep.

Nobbel also makes this remark, though it’s not text lifted directly from the novellas:

But since Saurfang refused to kill him, she had to do something else and at that moment decided to give the other. Saurfang screams for them to stop firing, this is not their way, this is not what he signed up for, but it was already too late.

So basically since Saurfang didn’t kill Malfurion, Sylvanas makes a change of plans on the spot. She still believes she must crush Teldrassil and destroy the Alliance’s hope and create infighting within them. Burning Teldrassil is the result. It’s even noted: Saurfang attempts to stop them but cannot.

She even makes sure to rub it into Saurfang’s face:

"This was your victory. None of this--not this battle, not Malfurion's defeat--would have happened without you. You have earned this honor. Take a moment, if you'd like, and then take his head. I will meet you in Darkshore."And with that, she disappeared over a rise to the north.Saurfang felt numb. You have earned this honor.

This is interesting to me because she’s basically laying the “victory” at Saurfang’s feet. Basically gaslighting the guy and throwing his saving of Malfurion in his face. ‘Congrats Saurfang, you saved one night elf and killed thousands more in the process.’

To which Saurfang has this moment (not sure if before or after the last bit):

The screams continued. They reminded him of Shattrath. He had loved the sound, then. Smoke filled the air, reminding him of Stormwind, of racing through the streets as buildings burned all around him, finding cowering humans and butchering them as they begged for their lives. He had loved the slaughter, then.And he had loved this war too, hadn’t he? Saurfang did not move for hours, not until the screams faded and the flames had burned themselves down to embers. Before him, stood a smoking husk that had once been a great civilization. Inside him was a feeling of despair, a feeling of shame. There was no haze of corruption now to soften the horror.Saurfang would remember this moment in his dreams forever. He would relive his shame, and all the new ones to come, over and over again. You have led your Horde in the service of death, Malfurion had said. How could Saurfang face the soldiers he had led into this war? How could he explain what they had done? He couldn’t. He would never know how. But the burden would be his, always, until his dying day. As Saurfang turned away, he hoped that day would come soon… 

So now we know why he’s so readily suicidal at the Siege of Lordaeron and why he starts to defy Sylvanas, as well. The guy carries the weight of Teldrassil’s dead on his shoulders while Sylvanas casually shrugs it off as the price of war.

So there you go. Some key details left out of in-game on Sylvana’s motivations and reasonings, plus a little extra on Saurfang.

#Anonymous

[galleywinter]

12 for Camrian

“I think we need to talk.”Canon? Nope.____When Camdyn had received the invitation to Anduin’s coronation ball, she had immediately panicked and thrust it into Maxwell’s hands, insisting he had to go in her place as the representative of the Silver Hand.

Maxwell had firmly insisted that she needed to be there - as their Highlord - and that everything would be fine. When she had turned to Grayson for help, all of the color had drained from his face and he’d refused to say a word.

Now, with a lord whose name Camdyn can’t remember looming over her, wine heavy and sweet on his breath, Camdyn is sure Grayson had the right of it.

“Don’t you think,” Lord Whatsit slurs in her direction, gesturing with his wineglass, “that Light’s Hope is a perfect place from which to launch an assault on the Ghostlands? Surely the Light would see fit to bless such an endeavor as retaking Quel’thalas.”

His eyes are far too sharp for the looseness of his tongue and the laxity of his limbs, and it makes Camdyn’s heart beat in the back of her mouth. Never before has she felt quite so much like meat in a butcher’s window. One wrong word could cause political chaos.

She takes a sip of her own wine, hoping her hand doesn’t tremble half as much as it feels like it does. “I think,” she says, trying to carefully craft her response to remain as neutral as possible, “that the Light works in its own time.”

“But you are the embodiment of its will, are you not?” Lord Wino presses. “You lead the paladins. Is your will not then the equivalent of hearing directly from the divine?”

Her mouth goes utterly dry. Why couldn‘t it have been demons? Demons she could handle.

“It isn’t quite like that,” she starts, but it sounds weak and timid even to her own ears.

“Do tell,” Lord Drunkard says, the vowels long and loose, as he grabs another wine glass off a passing tray. Camdyn sets her own in its place, trying to buy time to remember the phrase Maxwell had told her to use.

“I will,” she says, trying to smile brightly, “as soon as I return. I must powder my nose. Excuse me.” She slips around past him, not caring that he’s gawking in her wake.

She could turn right and follow through on the lie. Instead, she turns left, toward the castle gardens. She desperately needs to breathe.

With the stars overhead as the only light, the open air of the garden is still and quiet. Serene. She takes a moment and simply breathes it in, filling her lungs with the scent of flowers and the sea. Once her head has stopped spinning and she doesn’t feel like she’s choking on her own fear, she ambles deeper into the garden, appreciating the flowering hedges.

“The nobles are terrible, aren’t they?” a deep voice rumbles from a dark alcove.

Camdyn jumps and squeaks, and then Varian steps from the shadows, a sympathetic smile curving his mouth and amusement lighting his eyes. Camdyn’s heart, already hammering against her ribs from the shock, skips briefly before resuming it’s rapid pace as it occurs to her that she is very starkly alone with him. In the dark.

“The worst,” she manages. “I’m pretty sure there’s a lord trying to use me to start a holy war. Or maybe use me as an argument for why paladins should be disbanded. I’m not sure.”

Varian’s mouth presses into a thin line. “That would be Lord Brandon. I’ll have a word with him.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do,” he says, his voice warm but final. And then his gaze fixes on her, and she can feel a flush crawling across her chest. He holds out a hand, and it takes her half a heartbeat too long to remember that she’s supposed to put her own in it.

The brush of her fingertips against his palm sends shockwaves up her arm, and then he presses a dry, quick kiss to her knuckles and her knees quake. He takes first one step, then another, and gently tucks her hand into his elbow. His skin is so warm through the silk of his shirt, and she prays he can’t feel the trembling of her fingers. “I know Tyrosus probably did his best to prepare you,” he says to her as they continue down the row, “but much has changed since he last came to a ball. I think we need to talk.”

#illysanna #Galley answers stuff #Varian Wrynn #Camdyn Morris #Galley writes stuff #Galley does a meme #SERIOUSLY THE SHIP NAME IS KILLING ME

[redandpointy]

Hey for the fanfic writer ask: name three favorite writers, favorite scene you’ve ever written and Share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet( if applicable) :3

Thank you so much for asking! :D I’m still taking these!

name three favorite writers: Jim Butcher, Brandon Sanderson,Sir PTerry

Favorite scene: I still really like the scene in my Castle/Sanctuary crossover where Castle figures out the Big Secret of who his dad is. I thought I nailed his voice and his mother’s and how the show would have done it. that crossover was entirely a “this should not work together WHY DOES THIS WORK?” >:D

Scene from a story you haven’t published yet:

“How?” Tess finally asked. “How did you manage to escape?”

Jaina tilted her head and Tess gritted her teeth; she wasn’t wording this well. This was a very intimate conversation for two very casually acquainted people to have. Tess knew all about Jaina but she probably hardly entered Jaina’s awareness.

“What I mean,” Tess said before Jaina could ask, “is that I’m from Gilneas. I wasn’t heir presumptive. But Liam died and so now those duties fall to me. They won’t pass over me but they also aren’t terribly happy with a queen to carry the line. I know my father isn’t entirely comfortable. He started to bring Liam to meetings when he was fifteen but he tells me I am too young.” She paused to collect her thoughts.

“We’ll get our home back. It’s all but settled. And I want to go back and my people need to go back. But I know that once we’ve returned, that once there is an accounting of the surviving lords, they’re going to come for me. They’re going to tell my father I should be married off before I am too old, and my father is going to agree. And they will negotiate and settle on someone and then he will be my prince consort but he will be expected to rule because that’s how it’s done in Gilneas.” She gritted her teeth against the rising growl.

“That doesn’t sit well with you,” Jaina said. Her expression was neutral but her eyes glowed blue with magic. “You’ve seen how things are done beyond the walls of Gilneas. You’ve argued your way to your father’s side and you’ve been at every discussion he has been part of at this conference. You’ve even been at ones he has not attended.”

Tess’s shoulders slumped. “Yes,” she said and the word came out more agonized than she’d intended. But she sensed Jaina understood in a way no one else here did. Not even Anduin could understand this particular pain. It was like a gulp of air when she hadn’t realized she’d been drowning.

“He wishes for nothing more than the world to turn back to how things were. But they can’t! Liam is dead and I am his heir. I was useless when Deathwing broke the world and Sylvanas marched on our walls.” She set her jaw. “But I am not useless now.”

“No, not at all. You’ve learned very quickly how to lead.” Jaina tilted her head “And how to fight I understand.” She turned wry, glowing eyes back to Tess, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips.

Tess’s grin was feral and she let it be. “I don’t fit into my father’s world, Lady Jaina. I don’t wish to escape my duty to my people but I don’t want to be a figurehead. I don’t want to be dismissed. I don’t… I don’t want to be some lord’s broodmare.” She had to get up and move, her spirit restless. She stood and paced to the table by the window. Lady Jaina had sat up in her seat, her full attention on Tess. It was a little unnerving and Tess wondered what she’d said that had so resonated with the mage.

#ASk me stuff #writing meme #random scenes from WiP that might never see the light of day #Tess Greymane and Jaina chat #man a part of me really wants to do this story too #The Badassening of Tess Greymane #Anonymous

[jainaism]

The soft purple glow heralded the blanket of arcane energy that enveloped Theramore. The mana bomb, so thoughtfully provided by the blood elves—who stood cheering with other Horde members who somehow felt that what Garrosh had wrought was a good thing—had exploded over an entire city and had not just harmed its citizens and buildings but crushed them utterly.

“You do not know my heart anymore, Thrall,” she said. “I am no butcher—but I will no longer call for peace at any cost. The Horde you do not lead is dangerous and must be challenged at every turn—and defeated. Then, perhaps, there can be peace. But not before.” I’m not what I was—I don’t burn for vengeance anymore. But… neither am I the woman who longed so much for harmony between the Horde and the Alliance. There… can’t be harmony, Kalec. Not while Garrosh leads the Horde, not after what he has done. I don’t believe peace is the answer anymore.

What if the Horde killed your friends? Your family? Destroyed everything your had. Could you maintain your conviction even then? To be honest, I struggle. Every. Day. You seem to understand my struggle. Every day, the hard decisions. Every night… the nightmares. But I have a responsibility to preserve the Kirin Tor. Nobody dislikes Garrosh more than me. I wrestle with my anger every day [...] In the aftermath of Theramore, my first instinct was to decimate Orgrimmar - to kill every man woman and child in the city. I'm not proud. Since then, Kalecgos and I have talked at length about power, and how it should be used [...]Every day I ask myself: "What's the right thing to do?" I see our city as a beacon of light, showing the way.

We know where the Alliance have hidden the Divine Bell. We've already inserted an agent into enemy territory, we just need you to help him execute his mission[...]Furthermore, the Sunreavers of Dalaran are risking their neutrality by assisting the Horde with this operation.

The night elves learned that the Divine Bell was stolen. This much we anticipated. However, they've also found out that the "neutral" Sunreavers of Dalaran were complicit. Now, we've got a situation.

For too long, I have toiled to mend fences between Alliance and Horde. Time and time again, I've given the Horde the benefit of the doubt - and time and time again, they stab me in the back. I resude to be betrayed again! If the hode intends to use the Kirin Tor as a weapon against the alliance, then they have no place in Dalaran. I've decided. Certain members of the Kirin-Tor have put their allegiance to the Horde above the order, and I will NOT tolerate it. This is nothing short of a betrayal.

Jaina's gone over the edge. She's imprisoning the Sunreavers and attacking those who resist.

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!

This has been the worst year of my life: Theramore, destroyed. And a betrayal from within the Kirin Tor. The lesson is clear. From here on out, I'm taking the initiative.

Look at them. Already they plot against us. Sieze this moment, Varian, dismantle the Horde.* We should've kept fighting. Who's to say this new warchief won't get any ideas in his troll head a few years from now?

Since Varian refused to follow Jaina's advice, she signed a peace treaty.

Anduin felt cold with shock. The tree was on fire. Teldrassil, with all its hamlets and nooks and towns, its hills and valleys and creatures. Everyone and everything in it would burn.

She didn't say kill. She said dismantle. She asserted that the Horde should no longer self-govern. Not at all, man. Jaina doesn't trust the Horde to self-govern... Can you blame her?

#jaina proudmoore #warcraft #world of warcraft #jaina proudmoore daily #mists of pandaria #the best exp