![]() ![]() The soldier flinched and looked ready to turn tail and run. "Damm it!" Bolvar hit the wall beside him making a slight dent. He offered to host us in Ironforge and give us whatever supplies could be spared." "Sir, King Bronzebeard expressed his most heart felt sympathies for his allies in Stormwind. "What did Bronzebeard say?" This was the messenger that Fordragon had sent to Ironforge he was back much sooner than expected. ![]() One of the soldiers came in and saluted, "Sir! I've returned from Ironforge." His frayed nerves made it impossible to speak any other way. "Come in!" Bolvar Fordragon rasped maybe a little too harshly. Would Stormwind suffer the same fate as the kingdom of Lordaeron and become a bastion of the undead? Was this the end? But what could a meager band of fighters, a single ship, and the civilians of a small town do to retake an entire Scourge held city? Bolvar closed his eyes and rubbed his head. He was a soldier and knew when his feelings had to take a back seat to what must be done. Bolvar knew there would be time for mourning. Bolvar had made special care to quarantine everyone on the ship until he could be sure no one else was infected.īut what to do now. #Wow those who remain freeThe only bright spot in the entire affair seemed to be that Southshore had been completely free of the plague. They had shown signs of the plague and knowing what would happen had begged to have their lives taken lest they be forced to fight their friends in death. Since fleeing the city they had already had to throw several still living men overboard. The Argent Dawn envoy to the city was hardly enough to help stem the tide. Every valiant fighter who died was risen anew and fought for the Scourge. ![]() Everyone fought with everything they had but in the end it wasn't enough. There simply weren't enough fighters to secure the harbor. The Scourge had mounted a brazen assault on the harbor in Stormwind after unleashing a new plague upon the population. He was no king.īolvar's veins still flowed with the adrenaline from only three days ago. In all honesty when he thought about why he had come here he could rationalize to no end, but the truth was that when he saw Stormwind falling, and his King and Prince slain, it was all on instinct that he managed to get one of the new sailless boats out of the harbor and sail to Lordaeron. After all that deceiver had tricked him into doing with her forked tongue, the knife only stabbed deeper when he knew the right decision was now to try to find what support he could among the remains of the northern kingdoms. He knew they were gone in his head, but in his heart he painfully wanted to return. #Wow those who remain how toThe parts of Bolvar fought over how to feel about Westfall, Darkshire and Redridge, which he knew had been left to their fate with no one to aid them. What's more, if Southshore fell then all the human lands would be forsaken. He knew how the men who had managed to flee with him from Stormwind were only held together by his leadership. ![]() The commander in him wouldn't let him do either. Part of him wanted to leap back on the Dragon Slayer and storm back into the city in a blaze of glory, but another part of him wanted to mourn the loss of his King, Varian, who had been like a brother and Anduin, who he had looked after as his own blood. Even a drunken stupor would only bring back the painful memories. Bolvar threw the covers off the bed and put on some clothing. ![]()
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