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Thank God for mum’s VPN, I can access American Netflix and therefore watch this underrated fairytale movie ❤ When James McAvoy was still fresh in Hollywood and Christina Ricci still showed herself on the big screen. Love these two and this story.
 
 
 
 
 

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Story Time: Advice from A Friend


The Lion’s Pride Inn, Goldshire, Elwynn Forest

Andais Lu had taken the boat home after weeks of neverending fights and missions on Kul Tiras. She had left behind Vynsand, Evrollah and Rahlis and decided to re-connect with one of her closest friends, the night elf druid Booleigh EverNight. The two women had corresponded through post and the elf had told Andais to meet in Goldshire. Now this had surprised the warlock, she thought that her friend would still be cooped up inside Stormwind City.

Entering the familiar residence that was the Lion’s Pride Inn in the heart of the small town, Andais Lu took up a small table in the corner scanning the rowdy crowd of this particular afternoon. Here in the heart of Alliance territory, next to the leading kingdom of the faction the locals had no fear of the war beyond the sea. It was communicated by the guards of Stormwind City and gossip of the lone travellers but here, there was state of normalcy.

Andais Lu found it unnerving and quickly ordered a bottle of Darnassian wine though she knew Booleigh did not drink for it would clash with her nature loving lifestyle. A couple of minutes had passed and no sign of the violet hair druid was in sight, frowning to herself Andais Lu stood up grabbing the bottle that had been placed on her table when a slender hand touched her arm “Elune-Adore, my apologies for running late my friend” Andais quickly dropped the bottle on the table and whirled around. Standing before her in her travelling garbs was Booleigh. The warlock yelped in delight and pulled the night elf into a hug, she laughed quietly and returned it warmly “It is good to see you Andais, it feels like many moons have passed since I had you at my side in the Stormwind infirmary” Andais stood back, her eyebrow quirking up noting the colour had returned to Booleigh’s lilac face and her elven eyes glowing fiercely with life “You’re no longer resting?” it was an obvious statement but Andais had to know what had occurred in her absence.

Booleigh sat down at their small table as did Andais while nodding “I have recovered plenty since the War of the Thorns, I have joined my brethren in the ranks returning to Kalimdor” Andais paled in shock before reaching out to the druid “You are returning home? Boo, you must know that I have been on the front lines of Ashenvale it is at a stand still” Booleigh nodded “We were briefed on what is happening back home, but I feel we can change the tide in battle. The High Priestess Tyrande has taken on Elune’s avatar in the living realm, the Night warrior”. The druid spoke this with such awe and reverence, Andais only knew a small amount of night elf lore but from what she had read, the Night warrior was the Moon goddess’ soldier form who sought justice for those who had nobody to stand up for them. She ferried the dead as stars across the skies and wielded a double edged glaive.

To hear from her friend’s lips that the leader of the Kaldorei had invoked the Night warrior into herself was something unheard of but the confidence across Booleigh’s face made Andais Lu realise that it had to be true. Perhaps the Night elves would finally exact revenge on the Horde that rid them of their beloved homeland. Andais clenched her gloved hands into fists before pouring herself a glass of the Darnassian wine “If you are joining the High priestess to battle, then I wish to join you” she longed for a decent battle and wished to see a turn in the tide of this world war. Booleigh smiled knowingly “I know your lust for a good fight is strong in you my friend but have you taken precautionary measures on that rage in your heart?” her smile slipped slightly and her tone of voice switched to growing concern “Don’t let the fel overcome you”.

Andais Lu waved her concern away quickly “The magic of the Burning Legion has never controlled me Boo, only pushed me to continue fighting for vengeance of your people and bringing peace to the Alliance once more” Booleigh sighed before gesturing to where Andais’ heart was “I feel it emanate from you Andais, your rage is growing darker, I’m sorry I have not been with you these past months in Kul Tiras. Maybe I could have helped you ease the pain like I have with my own” this made the warlock check on what she was going to say next. Daily, she felt the need to exact vengeance but she had forgotten that her friend before her had witnessed first hand the burning of Teldrassil.

“I have been recieving help from the priest Evrollah, she has been teaching me morning meditation rituals” Andais finally replied more calmly. Booleigh laughed quietly, her voice sounding like bells amidst the loud crowds within the inn “The Draenei has grown on you?” “We still have our moments of arguments but yes, it is much better now”. Booleigh nodded understanding before giving Andais a side glance “Has your hooded mage revealed his face yet?” Andais Lu pouted and folded her arms “You would think, Vyn would stop being so secretive with me after all these months but no I still haven’t seen him. I don’t know why he feels he has to hide from me” she drank the contents of her glass in one gulp. Booleigh placed a comforting hand on Andais’ arm “We, the Kaldorei are very private even in the company of our closest friends. I’m sure Vynsand Runebane has his reasons but I’m also certain he will show himself to you”.

Andais sighed appreciating her friends words before pouring herself another glass “He better, or I’ll remove the hood myself!” Booleigh now laughed and responded “I’m not sure if that would bode so well especially if he’s a mage” Andais grinned mischievously as her thoughts run amuck about her mysterious hooded friend “I see it as a challenge”.

To be continued…

Story Time: Mana Match


Tradewind’s Market, Boralus, Kul Tiras

More weeks had passed and though Andais Lu’s small party were doing minor missions to assist the Proudmore family, it was all leading up to bigger revelations such as the possibility of Queen Azshara returning and taking control of the seas, pirates harassing the shore towns of Kul Tiras all reporting to Lady Priscilla Ashvane.

Andais had gotten closer to her comrades, she shared interests of elven delicacies with Rahlis and he divulged of his former life as a warrior in Darkshore. It was only when the void consumed his thoughts that he found his class changing to becoming that of a Death Knight. Though she still clashed with Evrollah, the warlock and priest found consolation of each battle through meditation.

The light forged Draenei often woke the young woman up in the morning to begin a morning routine of withdrawing into herself and clearing out the pains and memories of war. But Andais admitted that she had gotten the closest to her enigmatic equal in magic, Vynsand. Whether on quests in the vast terrains of Kul Tiras or holed up inside Snug Harbour and drinking Darnassian wine, Andais barely left Vynsand’s side unless of course she was with her other companions.

Unfortunately, her elven friend still did not show his face to her. Andais wondered if the elf was horribly scarred and was ashamed to show himself but she tried to assure him, that she did not care on such trivial matters. Vynsand sounded touched by her comment but still did not lift the Kirin tor hood from his head.

One morning after her meditation with Evrollah, Andais had walked out of Fairweather’s Fine enchantments having casted on a new trinket that she was awarded during her quest in Brennadam and went searching for Vynsand. From one of the Boralus guards, he had mentioned that he saw the cowled arcane mage head into Whalgrene’s Lab with a bunch of herbs in his gloved hands and a leather book. Knowing that Vynsand was an alchemist, Andais hurried to the small shop and found the elf hunched over a table, with an open leather book and mixing one bubbling flask of coloured liquid into another bottle.

Being careful to not disturb him, Andais Lu watched Vynsand quietly, her hazel eyes drifting to the large red stone on the table that pulsed at a steady beat. She attempted to read the writing on the leather book only to frown slightly. She had seen this writing it wasn’t human and certainly wasn’t of the Kaldorei. She racked her distant memory of where she had seen such language before it revealed itself to her. She had seen it in the war-torn streets of the city of Suramar, during the invasion of the Burning Legion. The book belonged to the Nightborne, who now aligned themselves to the Horde.

Andais Lu folded her arms “Why are you carrying a book belonging to the Horde Vyn?” the mage jostled briefly in his stool before looking over his shoulder “Andais, you scared me” the warlock still frowning walked over to him and repeated her inquiry “Why are you carrying an enemy’s book for alchemy Vynsand?” the elf sighed before gently placing the flasks down on the wooden table. “If you may recall, the Nightborne once were my people too, we were all High elves once” Vynsand’s voice trailed off as if was far away, lost in the past.

He then grabbed the red gem on the table and flicked it towards Andais who quickly caught it on reflex “I have been working on creating a Surging alchemist stone, its properties would be able to increase intellect after casting and therefore allow easier casting time for a warlock or mage”. Andais Lu inspected the gem, immediately regretting her accusing tone of voice with her friend, she shouldn’t have been so forceful. She had nothing against Vynsand and she trusted him. She arched an eyebrow “Does it work?” she heard the smile in Vynsand’s voice “Let’s try it out”. Closing the Nightborne alchemy book and placing it inside his robe’s pocket, Vynsand led Andais Lu out of the lab and through the streets of the Tradewind’s market.

They walked up a turret of stairs that led towards the flight master, Joan Weber before Vynsand took a sharp left and descended more stairs that led into a training area facing the harbour. They approached three training dummies and Vynsand opened his palm, a glistening ball of arcane magic appeared, and he threw it towards the closest mannequin, the dummy exploding on impact before magically pulling itself together.

Gesturing towards Andais, Vynsand nodded “Now you try wearing the alchemist stone” Andais looked at the mage confused before sliding the red gem into one of her ravenous devotee bracelets then casted her opening spell of Conflagorate at the dummy. Green fire erupted from her fingers and singed the wooden doll, she felt the mana in her blood awaken with new energy and she quickly casted the same spell without hesitation. She stared at her hands amazed “I feel like no mana was wasted after that quick spell” Vynsand nodded “That is what the alchemist stone does, it lowers the wastage of mana after each spell we perform”.

Andais Lu laughed amazed “This could assist us during our lengthy missions and even help Evrollah with her healing time” Vynsand nodded again “This is what I have been hoping to achieve by creating stones for all four of us, even Rahlis would need it for some of his mana work of Death”. Andais Lu snapped her fingers and casted her next spell of Immolate, standing beside her she heard the teasing tone in Vynsand’s voice “See, the Horde book as you call it has some use to us” the warlock rolled her eyes before blasting three of the dummies with her felfire.

“They are still the enemy and the cause behind this war and why we are here in Kul Tiras then back in our respective continents” “Not all the Horde are bad, they just have a very lost leader…” Vynsand began and Andais Lu whirled upon him, her hazel eyes flashing green as she released another spell into the dummies “They burned Teldrassil! Anyone that follows that Banshee queen deserves to be either captured or incinerated” the four verdant spheres glowed above the warlock’s head as she swivelled in her Emberscatter treads and released her most lethal spell- Chaos Bolt.

The roar of the demonic missile flew and crashed into the dummies, leaving behind a small crater and surely waking anyone nearby. Andais Lu bit her bottom lip embarrassed at the damage she had left behind and looked up nervously. The inner rage once again dying down. She felt a soothing hand squeeze her shoulder and once again attempted to search for Vynsand’s face underneath the cowl “That’s enough practice for now I think”.

To be continued…

LL LOTD: Eclectic



{Reblogging again} I really miss making outfits and I can’t seem to find a website that replaces Polyvore. The below LOTDs are a mixture of black and white with pink and either work, casual or sport.

Posting three as per the norm when it comes to sharing my outfits from the disabled Polyvore;
The Chanel boots by lucilxlu featuring nyc home decor
The Chanel Boots: Using a direct quote from the film The Devil wears Prada because my alternate universe self is inspired by this fashion movie as well as Confessions of a Shopaholic. The boots are by Chanel, not the same ones that Anne Hathaway wore as Andy Sacks but similar thighs highs to say the least. The top is by Dolce & Gabanna and the shorts are Abercrombie and Fitch. The pink cardigan is not designer but it is cashmere, a layer over the flimsy blouse. This is an outfit that sums up the perks of being an editor-in-chief’s assistant, shopping around the world in couture! My favourite piece is Betsey Johnson rose bag.

Fight like a girl by lucilxlu featuring prAna
Fight like a Girl: When I was 21, I took roughly two years of Jeet Kune Do class, it is the martial arts that Bruce Lee began, it is a mixture of other deadly arts but with his own twist on it. Now my alternate self would definitely take a combination of dance and martial arts to stay active (and to fit in those gorgeous clothes). The above outfit is one of her training LOTD, none of it is designer though the sneakers are Nike and the bag is Victoria Secret. Everything is minimal and she only wears the pendant that holds the intial of her celebrity boyfriend, subtlety at its best. My favourite accessory is the star pin in the braid, its pink and cutesy.

Laduree by lucilxlu featuring PiP Studio
Laduree: There IS a Laduree store that sells macarons and stationary outside the Palace of Versailles, I even got myself a keychain and notebooks after ogling at how pretty the store itself was. My alternate self would have Laduree make-up because she would be able to afford it and going to Versailles would be a favourite tourist habit of hers in between working and shopping. The top is by Honey couture, skirt by Ronald Van Der Kemp and the shoes are inspired by Cinderella’s glass slippers made by Dolce & Gabanna. My favourite accessory would be the lipgloss and the random pink tea cup, because high tea is elegant and posh.

Story Time: Sea Change


The Snug Harbor, Boralus, Kul Tiras

She had lost count how many months they had been warring against the Horde and traces of her city of Stormwind or her order hall on the Dreadscar Rift began to fade into memory. All Andais Lu could see in front of her was the dead soldiers of the enemy and the constant presence of collecting azerite. This was what the war had originally been about. The attack on Teldrassil, the retaliation on the Undercity was all because of the azerite that now bled from the sands of Silithus.

The former king of Ironforge, Magni Ironforge had informed Andais of the properties of this new crystal that the factions fought over. That it was in the fact the life force of the world soul that sat in the very heart of Azeroth. Andais Lu refused to believe in anything mystical, having been fed it daily by her party companion, the holy priest Evrollah. It wasn’t until she was given an artifact known as the Heart of Azeroth did the warlock start to believe what the diamond king had told her.

The azerite in the necklace imbued her fel woven robes with new enhancements making able to withstand attacks though they were still made by simple cloth. Her powers too seeping from the depths of the Twisting nether fuelled her anger in every battle and were only growing stronger. Often her companions in her travel party worried that Andais Lu was losing herself to the chaos that gave birth to the Burning Legion but the warlock assured Evrollah, Rahlis and Vynsand that she was still had everything under control. Still, sometimes she wished that she could simply lose control and let the demonic energy take over. Maybe then the tides could turn in favour for the Alliance.

When the warlock and priest returned to Stormwind City, Genn Greysmane saw the weariness in the eyes of the two casters and instructed them to take a boat to Kul Tiras removing them from the front lines of Kalimdor. Though Andais Lu objected to this (yet again) she still boarded the next ship and sent a message to Rahlis and Vynsand back in Kalimdor to meet up with them in the Alliance’s greatest sea port. They had been welcomed by Lady Jaina Proudmore who was now Lord Admiral and overlooking the gathering of supplies and soldiers for the Alliance, she also kept check on the minor problems that would dare rise against her ruling family. Andais Lu had been reunited with Mookie though the warrior could not stay for too long already sent on another mission to the furthest part of the island.

The group had called the market place of Boralus their home and had been assisting in every mission big or small, the tides of war fading and replaced with the mundane necessities of the common folk. Perhaps this ‘sea change’ was good for the weary soldiers but the routine was becoming too easy to adapt to, it seemed easy to forget about the Alliance and Horde fight against each other in the distance continents when the quartet were too busy helping the people of Kul Tiras with their smaller problems.

Changing back into her diabolic robe from the simple night dress that she had bought in the market place when she arrived in the island’s capital city, Andais Lu stared out the small window that faced the harbour. She had her own room thankfully unlike back in Ashenvale when she had to share it with Evrollah. Here, she could have her own peace, though it often reflected in her inspecting the Heart of Azeroth that hung from her neck under the fel robes. It felt like a holiday but unlike her time in Pandaria where she became part of the Order of the Cloud Serpent and wore a dress that suited the serene surroundings, Andais Lu always woke up and having to change into her warring robes, just in case.

Trodding down the wooden stairs, Andais could immediately smell the food being cooked on the stoves and she inhaled eagerly almost bumping into Vynsand in front of her. “Oof!” she muttered before arching an eyebrow “Sure, just block the exit Vyn” the elfin mage looked over his shoulder. Once again he was completely covered up in the Kirin tor armour. His face shrouded as always, he had yet to reveal his face to the rest of his companions though Andais Lu overheard he had shown himself to Rahlis.

“Ishnu’Alah, did you sleep well Andais?” Vynsand greeted her, his tone of voice warm though it sounded like he had not slept himself. Andais Lu arched an eyebrow as they entered the main dining area of the inn and took up a table in the corner “I did, but it sounds like you did not” Andais attempted to see the face underneath the Kirin Tor hood. “I had an errand to run last night” Vynsand sounded apologetic “And you did not wake the rest of us? What if you needed help” Andais Lu pouted, realising that her companion had gone on an adventure without her. A chuckle echoed from underneath the hood “It was a simple task Andais, do not worry yourself”.

Andais Lu rolled her hazel eyes just as a plate of eggs and bacon were placed in front of her, her face lit up as she began to dig in, the elf in front of her had a simple herbal tea of sorts and watched her indulge in her breakfast. “Lord Admiral Proudmore did ask for us after everyone is ready to leave, she requests our presence at Proudmore keep” Andais Lu chewed slowly and a million questions began to race through her mind. Usually they reported to the commanders within Boralus, but if the archmage was requesting their party, something was dire and needed immediate assistance.

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The warlock was waiting outside the inn with Evrollah, the holy priest happily telling her comrade about her dreams that she thought to be prophetic. Evrollah often indulged in bragging about her hopes to become a prophet like the great Velen himself, it would further increase her abilities as light forged Draenei and to be placed higher up in the ranks of her people. Andais Lu huffed impatiently and Evrollah paused in her tale “Do I bore you Andais?” the young woman regarded the Draenei and laughed nervously “Not at all, but where are the gentlemen?” Evrollah shrugged her bare shoulders.

Inside his private quarters, Vynsand adjusted his hood in front of the mirror just as there was a knock on the door and Rahlis stepped inside. Seeing the mage fuss over his attire made the Death knight chuckle and lean against the wall “When are you going to tell the ladies of who you are? Especially Andais, you know how she is” “And that is why I cannot tell her yet, can you imagine the disaster” Vynsand’s voice muttered from underneath his hood. “Of you two having a magical argument, I do not want to be there for that” Rahlis laughed waving his hands up as if signalling surrender.

Within the Kirin tor hood, two golden eyes flashed briefly “And with that being said, you put further emphasis on why only you must know who I am my dear friend…for now”.

To be continued…

Story Time: Unlikely Allies


Stardust Spire, Ashenvale

Andais Lu had somehow managed to survive being partnered up to the Holy priest Evrollah for the past two weeks while in Ashenvale. And though the two women clashed on their different world views and how they lived in the Alliance sanctuary of Stardust spire, when it came to conflict they fought very well together. While Andais broke through the Horde ranks with her spells of felfire and destruction, Evorollath attacked with her powers of holy light. It was a contradicting sight, light and darkness side by side.

They were not the only Allied soldiers who fought in the fallen realms of the Kaldorei, more of the Alliance had been sent out from Stormwind City or Ironforge, joining the two women to take back the lands for the night elves. Andais had befriended an Unholy death knight, a Void elf by the name of Rahlis Somberspark. Though he reported to Lady Alleria Windrunner, the sister of the Horde’s warchief Sylvanas but fought against her sister for she saw no honour in this betrayal, Rahlis was a lone soldier and because of his speciality it often had him isolated from the other squadrons. Because of this, Andais Lu invited him to join her and Evrollah though the Holy priest scowled at the idea of a death knight joining her.

The trio had returned to Stardust Spire after another attempted attack to reclaim Astraanar from the Horde, they thought they had gotten a foot in until the goblins came in with their mechanised weaponry to combat against the gnomes own machinery and the two factions reached a stalemate once again. Andais entered the night elf refuge wanting to burn everything in frustration, it had been like this since she had landed in Ashenvale and from what the weary soldiers had told her, it had been going on like this since the burning of Teldrassil. Why did King Genn Greymane send her here? She had better luck in assisting of the recruitment of Kul Tiran soldiers than reclaiming warring lands.

“Ease your storm lass, no point destroying our final sanctuary” the Beast mistress Gwynva Firststeel placed a soothing hand on the warlock’s gloved hand that had crackling fel fire in her palm. Andais Lu looked down to the dwarf in dismay “We still haven’t made a dent in their ranks Gwyn, this is a hopeless battle” the older woman gave her an encouraging smile and guided her to the inn where they had set up camp “On a wider scale it may seem like we are doing nothing but we are still frustrating the Horde ranks and causing damage, we are still doing something for the Alliance” Andais Lu let out an exhausted sigh and nodded “I suppose so, thanks Gwyn” before planting herself on her bed.

Beside the warlock, Evrollah was in deep meditation, her brows furrowed as she concentrated, her breath eerily even despite having returned from the battle herself. Andais Lu watched her fascinated just as Rahlis joined them, his twin blades still dripping in a mix of Horde blood. Andais Lu quirked an eyebrow “Better clean them up or the innkeeper will have a fit” Rahlis gave a mischievous smile “But irritating Kimlya is so much fun!” Andais laughed quietly “Bad idea, everyone is on edge right now” Rahlis pouted but grabbed the nearest washing cloth to wipe over the two swords. They still hummed with the power of death.

Later in the evening, Andais Lu went for a walk to clear her head, or so she had told Rahlis and Evrollah, what she was looking for was something to annihilate for her pent up anger still oozed from her pores and resulted in sparks of green fire from her fingertips. She wanted to continue fighting in Astranaar and only stopped when Evrollah had requested a druid to restrain the destruction warlock. Once they knew that Andais had settled did the druid remove his vines from the warlock’s hands. It had made Andais Lu grow more annoyed with Evrollah that the priest thought she could control her.

Stepping outside Stardust spire, Andais found herself tracing her steps back to Astranaar when she saw a small squadron of four Horde soldiers marching near her. Hiding behind shrubs, a crazy smile appearing on her face as she casted Fire and Brimstone, a single Verdant sphere glowing green above her auburn head. She jumped out of the bushes and casted Conflagarate to the nearest soldier, an Undead warrior, the loud explosion set the entire group off and they whirled around facing the warlock who gave them a cute wave, all the while her fingertips burned with fel fire.

The Orc hunter roared and aimed his gun towards her and Andais Lu laughed as she threw green fire towards the group, narrowly avoiding the bullet that was shot before releasing bolts of felfire. The demonfire shot through all four soldiers and they howled in pain before quickly charging towards the warlock, still Andais attempted to them at bay. Four verdant spheres glowed over head and her hazel eyes burned green with malice. They all had to pay for what they did.

Tapping Legionterror briefly on her back, Andais opened up a dimensional rift allowing more fel energy to be shot from the demonic staff itself as it smashed into its nearest target the charging Orc hunter who had his gun aimed again. Andais Lu jumped to the side but not before she felt the stinging pain of the bullet cutting through her diabolic raiment, cursing out quietly she spun around and unleashed her favourite spell- Chaos Bolt.

The roar of the fiery dragon-shaped bolt hurtled into the rogue warrior who flew off his feet, running up behind him, a Tauren shaman threw down its totems and casted back towards the warlock. Andais Lu narrowed her eyes and was ready to cast again though aware she was depleting quickly on mana when a blast of arcane magic appeared out of no where momentarily knocking the squadron away from Andais and an elfin, shrouded man in the armour of the Kirin Tor.

“Let’s go warlock!” he shouted tugging on Andais’ arm, she hissed at him and swatted him away “I have them!” “No you do not” the mage countered before leading the scowling young woman into the darkness of the Ashenvale forest. By the time, the Horde squadron regrouped the human warlock and her new ally had vanished.

Walking back to Stardust spire, Andais Lu huffed before shoving the arcane mage away “I could have killed them all but you stalled my my move!” “By the look of your verdant spheres, you would have soon been out of mana and a target for the Horde” the mage retorted back, his tone of voice clearly not amused. Andais Lu folded her arms in irritatation and stomped past the Sentinels who looked surprised at the return of the warlock. The arcane mage followed her quietly giving a nod to the guards.

“Who are you anyway? I did not see you at Astranaar today” Andais looked over her shoulder as she reached the healer who quickly attended to the wound on her arm “My name is Vynsand Runebane, I arrived just today” the mage bowed to her. Andais Lu snorted and rolled her eyes “Well next time Runebane, don’t get in my way”. The hooded mage said nothing back.

To be continued…

Story Time: Return to War

I haven’t written about my warlock in so long but watching the cinematic cuts behind the new World of Warcraft expansion, it inspired me a lot to write this short fic.


Dreadscar Rift, The Twisting Nether

So much sacrifices were made.

Azeroth now bled from the wound inflicted by the dark titan Sargeras.

And yet the species of the dying world have turned on each other for the sake of their own greedy needs, the blood of the nascent world soul known as Azerite.

It started with the burning of Teldrassil, the new Horde warchief Sylvanas Windrunner ordered a brutal strike upon the tree of the night elves, it scarred physically and mentally the children of Elune and they are still recovering in the sanctuary of Stormwind City. The Alliance launched a counter attack and saw the fall of the Forsaken’s own Undercity. Now both factions sought new allies to aid them in this world war.

Standing in her Order hall, her body soaking up the fel energy that reeked from the Dreadscar Rift, the Scepter of Sargeras now Legionterror a constant weight on her back, the Destruction warlock Andais Lu shifted on the spot. Her eyes opened, the hazel eyes now burning fel green as she fuelled the angry storm whirling in her chest. She could not forget the anguish upon her friend, the druid Booleigh Evernight’s face recalling the tale of her fallen homeland. Nor could Andais forget checking on the injured in Stormwind’s infirmary. It had unleashed a rage that the warlock had not felt since the arrival of the Burning Legion and she eagerly joined the Alliance army marching to the Undercity.

Andais Lu had reigned demonic fire upon the Horde not caring if it was man, woman or child. They all had to pay for what they did to the night elves. The Horde started this first. Where once was a passive and peaceful soul finding the faction war unecessary was replaced by a dark hatred that was eager to swallow the warlock whole.

Though there was a standstill between the factions and the Alliance was rescued by the estranged mage Jaina Proudmoore, Andais Lu could not stay in her capital city for long, she teleported back to Dreadscar rift, the anger still bubbling in her veins. Not even her Horde comrades the Undead Affliction caster Zivaan and blood elf Demonologist Leithen could calm her down for they were Horde too and the Overlord threatened to annihilate them for trying to soothe her rage. Andais Lu was left alone to her brewing resentment while she meditated on the hard rock.

“Mistress, you are requested by Lady Jaina in Stormwind” the demon Calydus hovered nearby tentatively, unsure of how the warlock would react. Letting out a sigh, Andais Lu released the tether to the fel energy of Dreadscar Rift nodding twice, she silently left her order hall taking the teleport to Dalaran.

Emerging into the Circle of Wills within the mage city’s underbelly, Andais walked up the stairs leading to the street level. Her current thoughts were running over countless suggestions on why the former Kirin Tor mage requested her presence back home. Not that she minded, the warlock was hungering to unleash hell once more after her mana generation within Dreadscar Rift. Deep down, Andais knew that she shouldn’t have knocked back Zivaan and Leithen but all she could see was Forsaken and Blood elf.

It was a Forsaken that authorised the attack on the night elf tree, a surprise and heartless attack and that is why Andais no longer became passive on the faction war. This was something personal to her and she would make sure that the Horde would pay. The streets of Dalaran though bustling with activity was high with tension. The Kirin Tor still demanded a cease fire between the factions but it did not stop either Alliance or Horde from trying to outdo the enemy by other, petty means.

Casually walking past a Troll hunter, Andais discreetly snapped her fingers, the tusked warrior yelped in shock as the edges of his mantle caught alight in green flames. He snarled towards the back of Andais Lu but one quick click of her fingers again and the flames disappeared before the guards would notice. The warlock smirked to herself before she caught the scent of morning kafa brewing from the nearby inn.

Andais Lu used to take up residence inside the neutral inn, The Ledgerdemain Lounge because she found the energy of her order hall to be unsettling. That was before anger consumed her heart and she took up a permanent base inside the order hall using her title of Overlord to benefit her going to war for the Alliance. A brief moment of nostalgia swept over the warlock before she clenched her fists within their green Diabolic gloves and she picked up her pace.

She walked into Greyfang Enclave and nodded to the worgen guards at the main entrance of the building. There was a long embedded strife between Genn Greymane and Sylvanas Windrunner since the Burning Legion was in Azeroth and now the stakes were much higher. Genn encouraged each movement King Anduin Wrynn made against the Horde. Andais stood in front of Stormwind city and inhaled softly. The young king who had to grow up so much after the death of his father, again another fatality of world war.

Keeping her head high, Andais walked into the magical portal, her burning green eyes stayed home as she first heard the bells tolling from within Cathedral square. The fel fire in her eyes died down as she drunk in the sight of the Mage quarter of her home city. Every time she returned to the capital, it always overwhelmed her.

To be continued…