This was the first thought came to mind upon watching the new World of Warcraft cinematic lol
https://x.com/imnotoyku/status/1720537091203817813?s=46&t=UcPicw4K3WGIKMOhLA_aIA
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credits??
"There is news— news from the Alliance. One of our information gatherers has learned something he insists you must know." Thrall disliked the term "spy," but he had spies nonetheless, as he was certain Jaina Proudmoore had her spies in his lands. It was to be expected, and was often worthwhile. Seldom had one of his gatherers insisted on seeing him like this. Something important must be happening indeed.
"Show him in, and leave us," he said. Eitrigg nodded and a moment later, a small, scrawny, nondescript human male was brought
in. He looked exhausted, undernourished, and terrified.
Thrall rose to his full imposing height without thinking, then realized he might intimidate the human. "Will you take food or drink?" he asked, keeping his voice gentle.
The spy shook his head, then amended. "W-Water, if you please." in a voice that cracked. The Warchief himself poured a goblet and handed it to the man, who gulped thirstily, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"My thanks. Warchief." the spy said, sounding a bit calmer.
"Your news." Thrall said.
The man paled. Thrall sighed inwardly. He would never be so brutal—or so foolish—as to kill a messenger for bringing bad news.
Such behavior merely resulted in no one's wanting to serve as messenger. He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring fashion.
"Do not fear. Your news, good or ill, is welcome if it aids me in protecting my people." he said.
The man looked slightly less distressed. He took a deep breath.
"My lord," he said. He hesitated, then continued grimly, "The draenei have come to Azeroth."
Thrall was puzzled. He exchanged glances with Eitrigg, who shrugged. "Some draenei have been in Azcroth for years." he said. "They are nicknamed the lost ones. We know about them. This is not
news, friend.
The man looked stricken. "You don't understand," he said, urgently. "Not those pathetic creatures— draenei! There—there was ship. From the skies. It crashed like an infernal stone two nights ago."
Thrall inhaled swiftly. No one had missed seeing that strange object in the night sky. looking like a star crashing to earth. So … it had not been a star, nor even an infernal. It had been a vessel….
The man was still talking. "Proudmoore has agreed to aid them. There is one among them—pale, noble, his presence
commanding, though he is not physically strong. They call him Velen."
Thrall stared. The draenei? The Prophet Velen? Here? He sank slowly in his chair as the full significance struck him. The worst enemy the ores had ever known had come to Azcroth. Had been welcomed into the Alliance. How could there possibly be peace between Horde and Alliance now?
"Ancestors save us," Thrall whispered.
⸻ The Rise of the Horde, Christie Golden.
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Ngl, I'm hopeful for the future of WoW after that cinematic. But also PLEASE MAKE THRALL WARCHIEF AGAIN! Thrall being Warchief and Anduin being King of Stormwind would be full circle, I NEED it!
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Everyone freaking the heck out about Anduin having short hair, it doesn't look like Anduin, he's missing something iconic to his character - when that's the exact point. He literally says he is not that person anymore. He has been having a permanent breakdown for years, you can tell he chopped that shit off in a feat of mental anguish. He's trying to remove himself as much as he possibly can from who and what he was. The clean-shaven, long-haired royalty that had come before him. Varian, noble and just (at least in the later years), someone who he can't ever live up to after what he was forced to do. Then Arthas. It's been a HUGE thematic element, both broadly AND within Anduin's own mental turmoil. He is constantly compared to Arthas, both from others and to himself. There's a blatant allusion to Arthas himself in the War Within trailer! I miss the hair too but come on now people!!
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