Eagle Rising: A warcraft Quest 3

The valley seems to have been occupied by these orcs for more than a while, you reckon as the orcs lead you towards your destination.

The big orc, the one who is wearing scrap plates seems to be their leader. He is rather old, with his white beard. You notice that he is carryin a rusty sword now, which looks entirely impractical. The orcs seem to be deferential to him, and from the scraps Archmage Modera is able to translate, the orcs see him as the chieftain's personal assistant and their leader in matters of war.

Your men are nervous and your horses are skittish. The wolves that the orcs have brought with them are growling and slavering while they look at your horses. You make a mental note to keep them far away from the wolves. The men hate orcs, and being Alteraci, the slur of orc-pimps has not gone down well with them. They were not expecting this to happen, and only the promise that you plan to let the orcs bear the brunt of the melee has pacified them.

Prince Kael'Thas looks at them with hate that surprises you. You had not expected him to feel this enraged. On the other hand, elves didn't think like men. His land had been ravaged by the orcs. You had seen it with your own eyes. On the other hand, Rathaella is looking at them with her eyes full of wonder. You wonder if she had never seen them before. You notice - not for the - first time that surrounded by the snow cap peaks of the mountains, she looks heartbreakingly beautiful.

>talk to Kael'Thas to while your time during the march
>talk to Rathaella to while your time during the march

you are welcome to make one.

>talk to Rathaella to while your time during the march

>talk to Rathaella to while your time during the march

Can we ask the orcs their names? Like, the shaman and the one in plates?

All in good time. The orc is wearing plates on his lower leg, looks old and is the personal assistant of a blind crippled orc.

You angle your horse closer to her. To anyone wondering, you can simply say that you are keeping your distance from the greenskins. She is still staring at them with her mouth slightly agape.

"Arcanist, how do you like our foray into Alterac valley so far?"

She takes a moment to respond to the question, those beautiful blue eyes locking into you as she replies, " I didn't know about this valley my lord. You never mentioned it."

"Ah yes, my lady. You see, this valley is largely worthless. The trees that grow here are not as mighty as the trees in the uplands beyond strahnbrad. There is little to no iron or gold here, and the land doesn't sustain too many people."

"And even so, it is so beautiful." As she says the last words, one of the wolves begin to growl at your rider. The man takes out his pistol and the two of you stare. Then an old orc wearing a wolf's pelt beckons the growling beast over, and the two go away from your column.

"Pardon me, my lady. But I think you haven't seen too many orcs before."

She nods. "I am only 80 years old my lord. I chose to pursue my studies in Dalaran instead of silvermoon, because I wanted to see more of the world. I lived in the windrunner lands and I was not there when..."

She doesn't need to say more. You were in Quel'Thalas and you knew what had happened. The elves had joined the war AFTER the place had been put to the sword by trolls and orcs. The brotherhood had died there as well.

"But you never saw the orcs? Even though you are a mage of Dalaran?"

"I was running errands for my master, Krasus and couldn't help in the upcoming conflict. The closest I had seen orcs was in chains at the internment camp, rebuilding Hillsbrad. Not like this. Not with wolves at their side and with weapons in their hands."

You remember the orcs using wolfriders during the assault of Grand Hamlet, but curiously, never saw any during the second war.

>tell this factoid to Rathaella
>talk to Kael'Thas

>>tell this factoid to Rathaella

>>tell this factoid to Rathaella

Ask her how it feels like to play an action adventure game with politics instead of a dating sim.

"You know, the first time we fought these orcs, I was not even a full brother in the brotherhood. I was squire to some man, me and someone named Morgan Ladimore. The orcs had run all the way to the gates of Stormwind and we took them in the side, crushing them from the field. They retreated into the swamps and we held them at bay. The year passed and I became a full knight."

She looks at you with some surprise. She had never asked you about yourself, and you didn't know why you were telling her this.

"I first fought the orcs on horseback when the town of Grand hamlet fell to them. They came in with these giant wolves to counter our cavalry, and we clashed in the field. It ended with neither side winning but the bulk of the orcs had destroyed the town by then. They were also present when Stormwind was burned to the ground, leading the way into the city. We were defending the docks and were among the last to leave. These wolves remind me of them, only their faces look more natural."

"My lord, I didn't know that- "

"Don't mention it. I fought at Quel'thalas and saw the Windrunner spire get overrun and all the civilians butchered. My heart feels sorrow at their passing, and the passing of my brothers who lie under the eaves of Quel'Thalas. At least they weren't possessed by dark Magics the orcs wield."

Modera's voice brings you back from your pleasant conversation. The orcs have reached the end of a cliff. They are pointing down and grunting. She translates.

"The cultists and humans have gathered down there. They are indulging in dark magic even now. I sense the corruption in the air. You were right. We couldn't have waited."

It would seem that the time for battle has come.

You scan your surroundings seeing that the enemy scarcely outnumber you. The human forces are deployed in a position that is far away from the orcs, and will cause your forces to split up. You want them to be lured out and destroyed piecemeal.

>write in

What is this supposed to mean?