Eagle Rising: A warcraft Quest 7

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, welcome to yet another session of Eagle Rising.
In this story, we take on the role of Anlec Falconcrest, third son of the noble Falconcrest line of Alterac who leaves home and seeks the life of a knight abroad.
After fighting in the first and second wars, he returns home to find his land in ruins and the name of Alterac a curse upon the lips of men, elves and dwarves.

Can you help Anlec come into his own as a lord?
Can you make the Eagle rise once more?


These are the lands of alterac, fairest of all the kingdoms. Your inheritance is the town of Strahnbrad, located at the center of the royal road that passes through alterac and is the lifeblood that sustains your people. The lands to the north are your domain, and encircled on the map. It includes bountiful farmland and groves that are in good demand for building ships.

A long time has passed since you led your small cavalry force out to help the mages and secure your dominion by destroying the threat of the syndicate and their dark masters of the argus wake

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The fortress of Eagle's Perch now belongs to the rightful king of Alterac, Isiden Perenolde, who is known to be just, wise and calm ruler under whose stewardship the land is flowering again.

You hold your court in the spartan but imposing fortress of Falcon's Rest, much like your father, and longfathers before you.

The land had been at peace for nearly half a generation when a new threat to the kingdoms has emerged. The orcs seem to be gathering once more and have broken out of their internment camps and even now ravage the countryside. You ride forth to war, after burying your subordinate, Benedict who you ennobled with the wardenship of the Alterac Valley internment camp.

You have destroyed the orcish menace that threatens alterac and southern Lordaeron. However, the victory seems to be hollow. The orcs you defeated are few in number and none of them are from the interment camps. Rather, the orcs were always fugitives who ran away after the second war.

Right now, you are going to Dalaran with your bodyguard, and a new member of your retinue, Lieutenant Elize Thorn. She is gilnean and has been ordered by the king and queen to accompany you and aid you in any way whatsoever. A young woman, she seems fascinated by stories of war and the conduct of knights. This is at odds with her role and training as an intelligence officer and bodyguard.

You wake up the following morning as a draft of cold air wakes you up. The attendants have not come yet. You can still idle around in bed for a while contemplating everything that has happened to you since Benedict's funeral. Or you can get up and dress yourself. Dalaran is still far away.

>lie in bed, wait for the attendant to wake you up.
>wake up and begin to get dressed

>>wake up and begin to get dressed

>>wake up and begin to get dressed

>wake up and begin to get dressed

You sigh to yourself and push yourself up from the bed. You know that you will be lying in bed for hours, trying to fall asleep but failing to do so. You might as well make the most of your time and start to get dressed.

You begin buttoning your shirt and comb your hair. You wear your Trousers and spend some time tying your riding boots. Your fingers feel sluggish this morning. Probably something you ate last night. As you are done being dresssed, you look at your reflection in the mirror.
A tired man with flecks of grey in his black hair stares back at you. He holds himself well with a military air, but is tired. Like a block of iron, you are strong but brittle. You know how to handle matters of war, but woe befalls you if something outwardly bad happens to you, you are doomed.

It has always been your biggest failing

>wear your lady's favor. You are bound by honor to do so.
>don't wear it. The joke has gone on long enough

>>wear your lady's favor. You are bound by honor to do so.

We can tie it on our arm or keep it in our pocket.

So she did try to drug us and have our kids but bitched out at the last minute.

This lady is evil.

>wear your lady's favor. You are bound by honor to do so.

(its more like she is a groupie and we are a semi famous musician)

EEEEEEEEEVIL

You look at your lady's 'favor'. Lieutenant Thorn doesn't strike you much like a lady. You are somewhat sure she might have drugged you last night. But then, there are few knights in the world now, and fewer ladies who grant them their favors.
You tie her underpants, noticing that she was wearing black lace. You like the texture of it, and spend a few moments imagining her wearing it.
You tie it around your arm again, hoping wistfully that she were here to tie it for you.

A knock on the door takes your attention away from the impromptu favor.

>ask the person to identify themselves
>open the door

>>ask the person to identify themselves

>>ask the person to identify themselves

so lads, do I take it to ?

No.

Just ignore them op, /qst/ will die soon, stay here until ordered by a mod.

You bring out your pistol and point it at the door. Purely a reactionary measure. While you were happy that your visitor last night was the perky Lieutenant Thorn, it paid to be prepared.

"Who is it? Identify yourself!"

"It is Franklin, my lord. The men are saddled up and await your command."

The weather grew much warmer as you kept moving down the mountain. Soon enough, the cloak you were wearing seems useless. As you pass below the daggers that make up the lower foothills, you see the banners of Stromgarde in the distance.

Strom's Bulwark has grown in the fifteen years since the end of the second war. It is now an impressive fortification that straddles the line between Hillsbrad and alterac.

>bypass the stromgarde fortress
>go through it

>>go through it

>>bypass the stromgarde fortress

>>go through it
Damnit op we want to molest the elf ears so gib elf ears to molest!

My brother.

While not exactly the said phrase it. I do agree with the intent. Especially because up until the "timeskip" there was a large amount of flirting back and forth between the parties.

The is no need to be sneaky about it. Both your nations are part of the Alliance, even though it is now increasingly a paper gryphon now.

Yet it allows Stromgarde to build up a threatening fortress to harry Alterac. Frustratingly, you have never found a solution for the fortress. It is too well defended to take it by storm, ,and besieging it requires you to to deploy too much manpower on your flanks. The siege of Strom's Bulwark will be a costly siege and battle, and if Alterac loses there, it loses the war. Yet no fortress is perfect.

Franklin hails the sentries and they allow you to pass into the fort. You notice that the personal banners of Stromgarde fly over the fortress, A red eagle swooping down. It would seem that Prince Galen has made it into his garrison.

>meet with galen
>don't leave the fortress at the earliest.

>>meet with galen

>>meet with galen

I wonder what he'll think of our underwear armband? I wonder what our lady will think once she sees us wearing it in public?

>>meet with galen
So with how old Anlec is feeling if we get a wifey and she pops out a few kids there going to be another timeskip to play as one?

Deathknight for us my boy. If only for the bitterness and despair of meeting Rathella again after being turned.

Yeah have no fucking clue abou WoW lore or anything. Other than those Mr. T commercials.

We're basically Anti Paladins that are undead knights.

Think I played a blood and then a frost DK on WoW, good times.

Let's not do that, unless Thorn dies to orcs or something.

Fuck Thorn, elf pussy a best.

Why though? I'd say we are more a leader/fighter with shit skill at talking to anything with tits and ovaries.

Op started his with asoiaf rpg rules and shit and that is what drew? and to this.

Death Knights are the same thing, just undead.

It's just an option user.

>race-mixing

"My lord, is this a good idea?"

"No it isn't Franklin. Which is exactly why I am doing it."

The three of you are waiting in the hall. The steward has promised that you are too meet the prince soon enough. He is a busy man for the most part. Although he is courteous. Quite unlike his father.

The prince lets you into his study while your officers are offered refreshments.

The man is quite unlike his father. A thin reedy man with hair that is thinning. He looks much more like a scholar than a warrior. You wonder if he even has the wherewithal to manage a siege. He certainly doesn't look like an inspiring warrior.

Of course, looks can be deceiving.

>compliment Galen on his fortress
>thank galen for his hospitality

>>compliment Galen on his fortress
Why not both?

>>thank galen for his hospitality

>>thank galen for his hospitality

I'm tempted to say "Nice castle, hope it doesn't fall into ruins any time soon," but that'd be metagaming.

>>compliment Galen on his fortress
>>thank galen for his hospitality
Nice fortress but o do thank you for the hospitality.

"Prince Trollbane, on behalf of my men, I thank you for your warm welcome and your hospitality"

The prince smiles at you, and you swear you can see shadows below his eyes. You know the man is younger than you, but his thinning hair and eyes make him look like he is of an age with a bearded archmage.

"Thank you, lord Falconcrest. We are soldiers here, but we are always happy to share our meat and bread with our fellow men. I trust the walls of Strom's Bulwark will let your men sleep soundly at night."

"Indeed they will, Prince Trollbane. It is impressive, to see such elaborate works built in so short a time. I must thank your father that he didn't build this before the days of the Alliance. We would all be swearing fealty to you then."

The both of you laugh.

"And yet, it is might as well be made of glass, Lord Falconcrest. My father may have ruined the kingdom with this fortress."

>ask him what he means
>ask his leave. You are old and tired

>ask him what he means

>>ask him what he means
In saying that did he bankrupt your country just for stone?

>ask him what he means
This ought to be good.

Oi, they made a new board for quests, comes with drawings and Post IDs.

"Is something wrong with the fortress, prince Galen? Are your supply lines stretched too thin?"

Any kind of weakness in Stromgarde is good for Alterac.

The prince smiles grimly at you.

"Tell me, Lord Falconcrest. What do you think of this Fortress's location. If we were to fight in a war, how many men would it take to besiege this fortress?"

"Far more than I can afford."

"Yes, it is a beauty isn't it. A straightforward siege would be a long drawn out affair and allow Stromgarde to keep the meager power of Alterac in check. I will hold here, and my glorious father will ride to my rescue and kill all of you, thus winning a great victory and fulfilling his dream of making Alterac a part of his realm."

"Of course, I would kill him first." You say. There is something interesting about the conversation that piques your interest. You want the man to continue.

"Maintaining a fortress like this takes a lot of resources, lord Falconcrest. I had suggested to my father that we abandon it but he refused to listen. Now it stands here, a bulwark made of glass, guarding against enemies that go about pillaging at will.

I heard that the Alterac Valley internment camp was sacked and your wardens murdered. You know that you are not the only lord who have been forced to keep the orcs penned down."

"I rode with the lightbringer and the crown prince of Lordaeron and destroyed the orcs."

"Some bloodthirsty raiders? Hardly the orcs I mean. Look around you Lord Falconrest. There has been no mail coming from southshore this past week. The Lordaeronian fleet that Terenas was building is understrength. The orcs are on the move. They have taken ships and sailed away."

>this is absurd. Interject Orcs are too disorganized for that.
>Let Galen continue

>>Let Galen continue

>>Let Galen continue

>>Let Galen continue
"Orcs are bad enough, but to be so organized?..."

>Let Galen continue
We've had experiance with orcs being organized, if one of them had wound up learning how to use their fel magics again...and linked with others of their ilk...

>>Let Galen continue

I think we're gonna need a map. This sounds sorta serious.

"Go on, Prince galen."

The man takes a swig from his before continuing. He offers it to you. "Brandy?"

You shake your head and he takes another swig.

"I was afraid of something like this happening. I warned my father to deploy the Stromgarde brigade to deal with the orcs before they got too organized. He responded by ordering them to garrison Strom's bulwark.

My Father is old, Lord Falconcrest. He was not young when he started the invasion of Alterac, and the years haven't been kind on him. If uncle Thoras were here, the orcs would have been gutted.

The best of Stromgarde sits even now in this fortress, sharpening their swords and preparing to march into Alterac and putting Isiden and you head on Alteraci pikes, while the orcs run rampant, ransacking camp after camp.

My father has made sure that the kingdoms are now free of orcs, and has given them the space to organize into a military force capable of fighting us. Just imagine. The naval commander of Lordaeron lies dead in southshore, and the orcs have sailed away on Alliance ships."

"Does Kul Tiras know of this? Surely they can deal with the orcs now that they are on the seas."

"Sink ships that fly the banner of Lordaeron? Would you do such a thing Lord Falconcrest? Terenas has hidden this embarrassment. My father wants nothing to do with this. Even now, they are building new ships and levying taxes for them. Lordaeron is on the verge of rioting, and my father wishes me to stay put in this fort to carry on his work."

>ask him why he told you this
>thank him for the information.

>>ask him why he told you this

>ask him why he told you this
Do you need someone to vent your concerns to my prince? If there was a way to assist, for the good of both our kingdoms I would offer it, but as it is. Well spilled milk and all that.

Kinda shitty what happened, but I don't know what we could even do from that.

>>ask him why he told you this

"Galen, do you need help."

Yes you should.

"And why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I am a prisoner in this fortress. My father has slipped into old age and thinks me, his only son to be a threat to his land. The Stromgarde brigade are my jailers. You must help me."

"How?"

The man looks at you.

"My father will not live forever, Lord Falconcrest. Once he dies, Stromgarde will have no interest in these lands. My realm is split too far apart. Aid me in this, and Strom's Bulwark and the lands that surround it will be yours."

>agree to help Galen in his coup.
>don't. It doesn't matter who rules Stromgarde

>other
What exactly do you wish me to do.

And what would be expected of me exactly.

This.

Yes, and what will you give me if I help you.

he just said that.

?Aid me in this, and Strom's Bulwark and the lands that surround it will be yours."

"And what would you expect of me, prince galen."

"Nothing too much. Lord Falconcrest. When the time for action is upon us, I only ask for a diversion at the gates of the wall. Something that brings attention to the walls, rather than my quarters."

"So you wish me to besiege this fort then?"

"Simply as a diversion my lord. Simply as a diversion."

>accept his offer
>distance yourself
>accept to help him, but no overt signs of war

>write in

>accept his offer

>>write in

"This sounds like a clever way of making it look like Alterac started a war... Who's to say that you're not going to use our 'siege' as a casus belli to conquer us once and for all?"

>>accept to help him, but no overt signs of war

>>accept to help him, but no overt signs of war

>>accept to help him, but no overt signs of war

You take a deep breath, and look at him.

"You are an intelligent man, Prince Galen Trollbane. It surprises me why you expect me to declare a war where Alterac will clearly be the aggressor."

The man looks at you with a wild look in his eyes.

"Not a war, I just want a diversion, lord Falconcrest. Please. I just want to go home, and rule my lands in peace before my father drives my kingdom into the ground."

"Very well then Prince Galen. I will give you this...diversion. When you are king, the eagle of Alterac shall fly over Strom's Bulwark, not the eagle of Stromgarde."

The man nods and sits back in his chair.

"Thank you, lord Falconcrest. Please, I need a moment alone."

>talk to your subordinates
>head to bed

>>talk to your subordinates

>>talk to your subordinates

>>talk to your subordinates

They should probably know about this.

Franklin and Elize are having a conversation when you leave the room. The two of them stand up, and Elize gives you a salute.

"You two, with me. We have things to talk about."

Franklin follows you like a gnomish contraption, while you see Elize grab another apple before following the two of you.


"You have something for us milord?"

"Frankin, let us say we were to besiege this fortress. How many men do you think we would need to encircle it."

"Do you need a rough estimate or more particular details, my lord?"

"A rough detail will do."

"Give me an hour my lord."

You nod and Franklin runs off to find paper and parchment.

"Lord Falconcrest, what are you planning on doing?"

>tell Elize everything
>tell her to look for weak spots in the fortress.

>>tell Elize everything

Tell her everything. Though I think she might betray us later, it would be more dramatic this way.

>>tell her to look for weak spots in the fortress.
Simple exercise. Just something that Prince Galen brought up. He wanted to know how is defend the place.

If you think she'll betray us why tell her anything in the first place? That just does not add up.

>no Anna
>no elf ears
>stuck with this bitch
Truly our life is the worst, and I envy the dead.

>>tell Elize everything

You find an alcove and beckon Lieutenant Thorn to follow you. She slips in behind you and locks the door. The two of you are comfortably close, and you stare at he crimson of her lips and her brown eyes stare into yours.

"My lord, this is most inappropriate."

Her voice breaks the enchantment. You must focus on what you want her to do, not what you want to do to her.

"Listen to me very carefully, my dear. I am in need of your services."

"Go on, Lord Falconcrest." She doesn't attempt to touch you, Good.

You tell her everything Galen told you a couple of hours ago. She listens and only interrupts if there is something she needs clarified. When you are finished, she looks at you for a moment and frowns.

"What do you wish of me lord falconcrest?"

"I want you to stay here until I return from dalaran. You and franklin are going to be guests in Strom's Bulwark, with a few of my men. Here is what I want you to do..."
>tell her to look for weak spots in the fortress
>tell her to look see how exactly Galen plans on making his escape.

>>tell her to look for weak spots in the fortress
>>tell her to look see how exactly Galen plans on making his escape.

>>tell her to look for weak spots in the fortress
>>tell her to look see how exactly Galen plans on making his escape.

I mean, she'll be there for a while, why not havee her do both?

>tell her to look see how exactly Galen plans on making his escape.
This is the most important. If he escapes we are (mostly) safe, but if he doesn't try or is caught, we are in hot water.

one or the other lads.
Testing weak spots requires quite a lot of time

Testing weak spots then. Send someone else to spot Galen's escape route or what have you.

Escape, then. as that's more important.

"The Prince has an escape plan. He intends for us to besiege this fortress, start a war and then escape.

I want you to find how he is going to escape, and let me know. I will help that man, but I will not be his patsy."

"I understand my lord. I will do what I can."

As you are about to leave, she brushes against you and gives you a gentle kiss. "Farewell, my brave knight." And then she leaves.

As night falls, you lead the remaining men of your company. The gates of Dalaran are in the distance, and a company of soldiers, both men and elves challenge you.

You show them your banners and request a meeting with Archmage Antonidas on orders from King Isiden Perenolde.

As befits your status, you are offered a place to stay in the violet citadel. Your men however must find a place in the city's inns.

>stay with your men. You have fought and trained with them, and mourned with them.
>stay in the violet tower. You are not here as commander

>>stay with your men. You have fought and trained with them, and mourned with them.

It'll be safer too in case any shenanigans go down.

>>stay with your men. You have fought and trained with them, and mourned with them.

"Thank you, but I would rather prefer to stay with my men. We have ridden too far and I will not go away from them. Not while our job should take an afternoon at most."

The elf graciously agrees, and your men agree to meet at a tavern in the afternoon. If all goes according to plan you shall find them there. Its not just a matter of brotherhood. You do not want to be assassinated. While the spells of mages are potent, none can match the alertness of comrades in arms.

As the day darkens, you stare at the sky. You have never been inside the city before, yet you do not feel like exploring. The city is wondrous and magical, yet it feels sterile compared to the natural beauty of Alterac or the sylvan groves of Quel'thalas. Again, the sadness grips you. You have no children to explore these vistas to again, no wife to embrace under the wonders of the world.

At this moment, you hear a knock on your door. Expecting one of your men or some emissary or attendant, you open it. Standing before you is an elf with whitish blond hair and blue eyes.

"Anlec, are you busy?"

After all these years, Rathaella is outside you door.

>invite her in
>tell her that you are busy.

>>invite her in

>>invite her in

"Rathaella. This is a surprise. Please come in."

"If you would prefer, I would like to talk you you in the parlor. Please."

You follow her, your head swelling with a bunch of conflicting emotions. You still remember her. In the sad empty room that was your romantic life, she was a spot of brightness. You still treasured the ride through alterac valley and the battle as one of the happiest memories of your life. You were young then, Alterac was rising, with your sword arm and smarts you would be the greatest lord that ever lived and rule alongside a beautiful lady and doting children.

It had passed you by and now you were a graying old man tormented by ghosts of the future you never had.

The two of you sit down at a table for two, and Rathaella orders a two drinks. It is a cool wine that tastes like summer berries. As she drinks the wine you see her long ears twitch just a little. She looks like she has not aged a day since you last met.

"Anlec, I had no idea you were in dalaran, please tell me about how your life is. How is Strahnbrad?"

>tell her about your personal life
>tell her about strahnbrad
>ask her why she suddenly knocked on your door

>>tell her about strahnbrad

>tell her about strahnbrad
It's good, we got gnomes and humans and...

>>tell her about strahnbrad

"Strahnbrad has grown. Fifteen years are a lot of time. The town has grown. There are a lot of gnomes living in it now, for some reason. You should come visit sometimes."

A strange sense of contentment overcomes you as you talk to her. You wonder if Rathaella is ensorcelling you. Yet it feels so right, talking to her about Strahnbrad.

You tell her about the walls, or the new gnomish town that is being built into the mountains, and she seems genuinely curious.

"Its good to see you again, Anlec. Tell me, how is your own life? Do you still live in Strahnbrad still? That old Townhall must be packed to the brim."

>change the topic
>respond to her:write in