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FUNKO POP! - WORLD OF WARCRAFT - JAINA PROUDMOORE 

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oh.... she's so young here.....

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Jaina smirked but said nothing, letting a knowing look do all the talking for her. “In either case, I’m glad you’re here and that you’ve given him a taste of his own medicine.” “Pardon?” Anduin asked, recovering from his brief fluster. “Now you know what it’s like to look after a headstrong noble, prone to doing what they want rather than what they’ve been counseled.” He huffed faintly. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” “You know very well what it means, Jerek.”

"Faith & Flame", by L. L. McKinney

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art by Maylen Kors

Jaina knelt between Kalec and the artifact, caught between the knowledge that she needed to work fast to save the blue dragon and the great desire to hold and comfort him if these were to be his last minutes no matter what she attempted. Kalec continued his grisly metamorphosis, the proto-dragon elements far more pronounced and the rate of his breathing so rapid that the archmage could not believe that his lungs had not already exploded.

— Dawn of the Aspects, Richard Knaak

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Stand as one for the Alliance!

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Really fascinating T-shirt designs happening over at my ko-fi. Probably going to do a few more of these down the line.

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Armageddon Artist: Mike Bowden WoW Comic issue 25 (2009)

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She’d counted ten sunrises since that terrible day. And every night since, Jaina had relived the horror of that moment in her dreams, as the city of light and wonder was plucked from the sky over Khaz Algar like a child’s toy. But that nightmare had been real. And Jaina knew that it was just the start.

— Heartlands, Adam Christopher

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thanks to Chainmaker fic for my newfound love for Lich Queen Jaina

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Windle glanced away for a moment, and Jaina realized he was listening to the chimes sounding the hour. Before she could apologize for keeping them so long, the gnome mage had slipped off his chair. “It’s nine o’clock.” “Oh, yes,” Jaina said, remembering. “You light all the streetlights in Dalaran. I should let you be about it.” The little mage swallowed hard, and his bright eyes grew even brighter with tears. “Come with me on my rounds,” he said. “I’ve gotten… special permission. Only for a time, but… it helps.” Jaxi shooed them both along with a faint glimmer of her old self. “I’ve gone with him before,” she said. “I think it’s right you should go.” Jaina was utterly confused but still so racked with guilt and pain that she was more than ready to do whatever the Sparkshines asked of her. So she followed Windle out, keeping her steps slow and short so she didn’t outpace him. He shuffled outside and stood beneath one of the lamps, then drew out a small wand with an almost childish-looking star on the end. Then, with more grace than she expected, he pointed the wand at the lamp. A spark flew from the tip, dancing around like a firefly. It did not light the streetlamp immediately. Instead, the glowing magical flame began to draw lines in the space above the lamp. Jaina’s eyes widened, then filled with tears. The golden light was tracing the shape of a laughing gnome girl with pigtails. When the sketch was done, it came to life for a moment, small hands covering a giggling mouth, and Jaina could have sworn she heard Kinndy’s voice. She glanced down with blurred vision at Windle and saw that the gnome, too, wept, though his eyes crinkled in a loving smile. Then the golden lines broke apart and reformed into a larger ball of light, darting under the shade of the lamp. This lamp lit, Windle turned and trudged toward the next. Jaina stayed where she was, watching once more as Windle Sparkshine paid tribute to his murdered daughter, letting her “live” for a little while each night. No doubt when the tragedy had faded in others’ eyes, Windle would be asked to light the lamps in the usual fashion. But for now, everyone in Dalaran had a chance to see Kinndy as Jaina and her parents had—bright and sparkling, her face alight with laughter.

— Tides of War, Christie Golden

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Cheeky Jaina

Archimonde: You are very brave to stand against me, little human. If only your countrymen had been as bold, I would have had more fun scouring your wretched nations from the world! Jaina: Is talking all you demons do?

No point fighting at close quarters, when we have such effective long-range sorcery. Were i not with you, you would be stymied. Unless you held the hidden key that would unlock her spell. But i have in my arsenal of magics, an enchantment that should open many doors. Even this evil portal!

Stay your hand! The attack is over! The enemy is vanquished! And i am still the ruler of Theramore! Garona is my prisoner.

Human witch! You have not seen the last of us! Come face us, if you dare, on Northrend's icy shores! Be careful what you wish for, herald of evil. Your necropolis will never reach its home! Fight on, men! The lich king's forces are in retreat…and the best he can offer is an empty threat, voiced by an illusion!

“You will not address me in this manner. I am a leader in my own right, not your lieutenant, and not your child,” Jaina said, her voice like ice. Thunder rumbled as if in response. She trembled with anger. “You are a member of the Alliance,” Varian retorted, stepping closer to her. “Do you know,” said Jaina, biting off the words, “the more I think about it,the more I think the former leaders of the Kirin Tor were right—that it’s better to be independent. Do not push me, Varian Wrynn. Because I will push back if I have to.” “Jaina—” Anduin began, but Jaina shook her head. “Forgive me, but I think I’ve had my fill of Wrynn men for the time being. I will see you all at dinner.” She moved her hands deftly, with the practice ofmany years, teleporting herself to who knew where, her features appearing unkind and harsh in the purple-blue light. Then she was gone.

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i have such a lousy feeling that Adam Christopher and Adam Robinson don't really know the plot of Shadows rising and they wrote that Jaina is okay with void and always trusted Alleria and co😣

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art by Volendor Arts

“Lady Proudmoore‟s been very good to us,” the merchant said. “After we drove back the Burning Legion, she made us into a community. Your complaints are fair, Margoz, but none of it can be laid at the lady‟s feet. I‟ve met a few wizards in my day, and most of ‟em aren‟t fit to be scrapings off my sandals. But the lady‟s a good one, and you‟ll find no support for disparagements of her.”

— "Cycle of Hatred", Keith R.A. DeCandido

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Wait, what?? Laura Bailey commissioned Jaina's art??😍

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"this is the stupiest thing i've ever heard" face

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Coming soon