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He had me deliver fucking muffins during the Legion invasion. Moonberry Muffins. What am I, Dwelldash??

— Valeera Sanguinar on Anduin Wrynn

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BLUE MOON [2]

Read BEYOND THE STARS on AO3.

QUEST OBJECTIVE: Open the door.

Eona and Anduin broke apart. Varian Wrynn’s booming voice came from the other side of the double doors. A shiver ran through Eona’s body as she sprinted off the bed, looking around Anduin’s quarters awash in gold from the hearth. Everything was bright, illuminated. There weren't many shadows to hide in. And even if there were, Varian Wrynn wasn't an idiot. 

“Can you keep to the shadows?” Anduin whispered even as he stood inches away from her. His hands squeezed her shoulders.

“I’m not stealthing with your father in the room! He hunts — his bestie is Valeera Sanguinar!” Eona hissed. No. Hiding wasn't an option. Because if she was found…

“Anduin!” Varian called again, followed by two pounds of his fist against the door. The oak shuddered from the hit. 

Eona shot another glance at Anduin. She realized that his clothes were ever so slightly wrinkled. On anyone else, it wouldn't matter. But on a prince as regal and refined as Anduin, it was a bright red flag. And he still hasn't answered the door. That screams suspicious.  

Eona sighed. “Answer the door.”

“What?” Color had completely fled Anduin’s cheeks. 

“Go see him,” said Eona. 

Anduin didn't just lose his redness; his face paled, his expression nearly sickened, as if a plague was on the other side of the door. His fear easily summoned her own. She clenched her fists to avoid the tremors that racked her body. 

Anduin turned away from her and walked towards the entrance. 

Breath rushed past Eona’s lips as she snapped her eyes shut. She focused on her skin, like it was its own appendage — like an eye that could be opened or closed, a fist that could unfurl. 

The door groaned as it opened. 

“Yes?” said Anduin. He held one of the two doors halfway open, only revealing himself. 

There was a pause on the other side. “Are you feeling well?”

“I’m fine.” 

“You look nervous,” said Varian.

“It’s called introvertism. You wished to discuss something with me? I could hear the urgency in your tone,” said Anduin.

For a moment, Eona listened to the silence. She felt her heartbeat in her palms. The steam had receded from her form, leaving her scalp awkwardly warm with humidity. 

“...It can wait.” The door was pushed open wide as the hulking king shouldered past his son, and into the room. 

Varian Wrynn was intimidating without the title of king. His physique could've been mistaken for a giant bear. Even in the plain attire of a linen shirt and trousers, the fabric seemed exhausted and taut from the muscle underneath. 

A messy, brown bun bounced on his head as Varian entered the room. As soon as his narrowed eyes fell upon Eona, his hair — along with the rest of him — froze. 

It was the bronze dragon, Chromie, who taught Eona how to change forms. Eona couldn't achieve dragon form (and probably never would), but dragons had the ability to warp their humanoid forms. A simple transformation from half-elf to human was uncomfortable, but doable. 

Sweat slickened Eona’s palms as she clasped them in front of her. It was difficult to tell whether Varian’s wordless gaze or the heat of changing forms was the cause. Turnip-pink skin turned a warm brown. Brown curls ending in rose-gold tips replaced straight, red hair. 

Eona would have to face Varian Wrynn eventually. Now that the moment finally came, she felt a little safer appearing as a human — even if it was a farce. It's one thing to walk in on Anduin with a human girl. It's another if he sees what I truly am: a member of the Horde. A sin’dorei. 

“Hi,” said Varian.

Eona waved at him, hoping the gesture — and the rest of her — appeared friendly and harmless. “Hi.” 

Varian looked back at Anduin. He was still at the door; he hadn't moved an inch. One would’ve mistaken him for a statue if it weren't for the blood that had rushed back to his face. Two Stormwind guards stationed outside peeked in, too, gaping beneath their helmets. 

Varian pointed at Eona. “Who’s this?” 

“Leaving?” Eona offered. She stepped back. Varian’s head snapped towards the movement, like a wolf regarding a rabbit. She stopped. 

“Good answer,” said Varian. “You must be the one who’s been giving our night watch such a workout.”

“Yep. That’s me,” she said. Eona didn't want to lie to him. It felt better to be truthful; Varian could’ve easily thrown her across the room with two fingers, and Eona didn't forget his strength, even when he stood so casually before her. 

She tried smiling. Weirdly enough, Varian smiled back at her.

“So, what do you have against doors?” Varian absently scratched at the large, messy bun on his head. 

“They’re, uh…a little crowded,” said Eona. She glanced back at Anduin. A servant had joined the two guards ogling the scene from the door. All three stared with the rapt attention of opera attendees.

Varian followed her gaze. The small party scattered with awkward coughs.

“You’re right. They are crowded,” said Varian. 

Anduin closed the door. Tension thickened the air when he did so. Eona felt more on edge without an audience, somehow. 

Anduin cleared his throat, “Father, I —”

Varian cut him off. “She seems fun.” 

Eona smiled a little wider. She had been aiming for please don't kill me , but fun was a pleasant surprise. 

Varian closed the distance between him and Eona in two strides. His height threw a shadow over her, blocking the golden tendrils of the lit hearth. An oaken spice with a hint of bourbon filled her lungs from his closeness.

“Let’s have a meal together sometime. Bring your father, too,” Varian said.

Eona blinked in surprise. “All right.” 

Varian nodded as if he were satisfied with the answer. He offered a massive, burly hand to Eona. She shook it. His grip was strong, but he didn't crush her fingers. Eona didn't use all of her strength, but enough so he could feel her presence. 

Varian’s brow rose before they broke apart, but he made no comment. 

The King of the Alliance turned away, and retreated to the door. As he did so, he clapped Anduin on the shoulder, “Raising you is a joy.”

“I’m so glad it pleases you,” said Anduin starkly. 

Varian paused at the doorway. His hand engulfed the entire golden knob, like it was a child’s toy in his hands. He tossed one last look at Eona, “You should use these from now on. They’re not that scary.” 

“Thank you. I will keep that in mind,” she said. 

Varian turned the knob. 

A flicker of recognition flashed across Anduin’s face. “Wait, you wished to speak with me —”

Varian shrugged. “There’s always tomorrow, son. Nice meeting you.”

Eona waved. To her delight, the towering king in a messy bun waved back. 

Varian left the room behind, casting a stern look at the guards as he passed. Anduin shut the door behind him, slouching against it. His hands pulled down his face as he processed the encounter. 

Eona dashed over to him. When he slouched, they were eye level. She could easily see the daze he was trapped in; he stared blankly in front of him, but didn't see her in front of him at all. 

“I think that could have gone a lot worse,” she said, fishing for some comment. A sign he was still alive in there. But Anduin didn't speak. 

“Andy?” she tapped his shoulder. No response. “Will I have to resuscitate you —? I know that’s your thing, but I think I’d be great at mouth-to-mouth.” 

When she bit her lip, Anduin stirred, his eyes following her lips. He looked her human form up and down. It wasn't the first time Anduin had seen it — Eona used it for their adventures outside the walls. He wore rags, she wore someone else’s skin, and they became no one together. 

Anduin finally spoke, “So…I suppose you should use the door from now on. Instead of the window.”

Eona patted his shoulder. “Yes. That is exactly what you should take from this conversation.” 

He nodded, looking as if he might slip back into the daze. His hand clasped hers, and squeezed hard. “You shouldn't have had to hide who you are.”

Eona shrugged. “Less questions this way. We can tell him more as we go.”

“He wouldn't have minded you looking like an elf — Valeera’s an old family friend. Father’s never questioned her once.” Anduin had mentioned Valeera Sanguinar in the past. Eona had yet to run into her  — she was relieved that that encounter had been saved for after Varian Wrynn knew of Eona’s existence. 

Eona glanced down. “I don't want to make anything harder for you than it needs to be.” 

It pained her to prolong telling Anduin everything, about who her parents really were, of how she could never walk beside him in the light — but, at least he would be with her. Even if they were always cloaked in shadow.

Anduin’s fingers caressed her chin, guiding her gaze back to his. “We should tell Khadgar, too. If Father wants to meet him.” 

Her heart spasmed. Khadgar was her only family member on Azeroth who didn't know she was dating Anduin Wrynn. She didn't know how he’d take it — she had been hiding the relationship from him for two years. 

Eona lowered her head, letting it rest against Anduin’s chest. “That is going to be one awkward dinner.”

Read BEYOND THE STARS on AO3.

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Quest Objective: Don’t get caught!

Darkness had long crept across the sky, lounging over her head. She weaved through its shadowy fingers, dancing across white stone that shone even without the radiant smile of the sun.

She tiptoed across the rooftops of Stormwind Keep and paused against one of the towers. In five seconds, an SI:7 agent would pass below her, patrolling the torchlit ramparts. On the other side, two guards stomped across an open corridor flanked with marble pillars. She listened to the methodical steps, same as every night recently. Her days of raising alarm were long behind her; she knew the routine, like a child avoiding their parents when they were up past bedtime.

As soon as they passed, she pulled herself up, finding purchase in the nooks and crannies of the marble that had finally become muscle memory. Her next goal was a ledge from a former balcony, now smoothed into a curved edge of embroidery to the keep. Her gloved fingers maneuvered across the half-inch blocks of stone sticking out, finding purchase in crumbling edges that dusted beneath her touch.

When she reached the ledge, she paused, looking up. Another twenty yards above her was her prize. But the stone was smoother as she went up — it would be no use to climb.

She pulled out a grappling hook and aimed toward an elaborate windowsill made of stained glass. The wire wrapped around a lantern sconce beside it. When she tugged, the metal claw didn't budge.

She leapt into the air, holding tight to the grappling hook as it whirred. The air whistled by, the night pressing kisses into her cheeks.

Her feet landed on the five-inch wide windowsill, teetering on the very edge. The fall was a deadly, dizzying drop. Then there were the forty-six SI:7 agents and two dozen guards that would come after her.

She scooted to the side, unhooked the window, and slipped inside.

A fire feasted on logs of pine in the hearth, crackling as it licked at blackened marble.

They were marvelous quarters; second to only the king’s. She slipped off her boots beneath the windowsill and shut the glass panes. Then she tiptoed across the marble floors and lakes of blue carpet in mismatched socks.

The bed was her favorite shade of blue, like the pale shade of giant mushrooms from the Zangarmarsh — but she tried not to think of the marsh often. When she threw herself upon it, pillows toppled like ocean waves and the silk comforter rippled.

She rolled onto her stomach, facing the door, and waited.

She only had to count to twelve until she heard the soft click of the doorknob shifting. The double doors fell open, and the prince of Stormwind entered the room. As soon as his gaze fell upon her, he smiled.

“Back again so soon?” said Anduin Wrynn. Her shoulders relaxed at his voice; it was soft and melodic. Like music. She would have listened to it all day if she could.

“I just thought I’d stop by and say hi,” she smiled, watching him over her folded arms. Her calves teetered up and down behind her like a cat’s swishing tail.

Anduin’s angelic face clouded over as he approached. “You’ve been saying hi a lot lately — you’ve been visiting almost every night!”

He stood in front of her now, arms crossed. Sometimes she missed when they were younger, and she was still taller than him — that all changed a few months ago, when he shot up like a tree, leaving her in the dust.

Anduin crouched down before her so they were at eye level. “It’s dangerous, Eona.”

“You think I’ll get caught?” Eona made her eyes wide. Her legs continued to bob up and down behind her, in spite of her mock dismay. “Do you have that little faith in me?”

“Of course not.” He bumped his nose against hers, right against the x-shaped scar. “You’ve made your way here seamlessly for weeks. I certainly hope I’m worth all the trouble — all we do is talk and have pillow fights.”

“And play Hearthstone.”

His eyebrow curved into a suspicious arch (which, based on how often he won, was possible). “And read books.”

“And make out.” Eona smiled at the pink that rushed so easily to his cheeks. Anduin used to be so hard to read. He had imperceptible control over his face — but he couldn't control the bloom of blood beneath his skin.

“It’s a wonder someone hasn't stormed in and put you in handcuffs,” Anduin mused.

Handcuffs. Her eyes twinkled at fantasies playing out behind her eyelids, but they were just that. Fantasies. Anduin had been…hesitant towards the physical parts of their relationship. Eona wouldn't push him. He was nervous. Probably. Hopefully. She was starting to fear there were other reasons why he didn't continue those steamy sessions.

But a lot of her relationship with Anduin Wrynn relied upon fantasy. The fact that they were in one at all was a secret that both of them guarded with their lives. Being a scout for the Horde didn't make her a perfect romantic candidate to the son of the Alliance king.

He's a prince. He should be with a princess — or, better put, a princess that didn't have a psychotic father that had too many mana-jelly shots, vowed loyalty to the Burning Legion, and betrayed his entire planet.

Anduin didn't know that part yet. Eona wanted to ease him into it, but didn't exactly know how.

“Have you told Varian?” she asked, glancing down.

“Ah — no,” Anduin’s melodic voice faltered ever so slightly. “Have you told Khadgar…?”

Eona bit her lip and shook her head.

Anduin settled onto the bed next to her. They lied on their sides, facing one another, with nothing but silk sheets in between. Golden light played across his skin and hair, making him shine until she lay across from a flawless golden statue. Anduin’s fingers waded across the blue sheets and entangled with hers.

“If people knew,” said Anduin. “If we walked outside and I held your hand, how would you feel?”

“Like the happiest person alive.”

Anduin smiled at her answer, quick and resolute. His hand gently squeezed hers. “I’ll admit, part of me was frightened that you only enjoyed the secrecy of it all. And I couldn't blame you. It's simple like this, without any kingdoms or politics in the way. I like just us…”

Eona scooted closer to him. The silk beneath them sighed at her movements. As much as she admired the blue sheets, they were unremarkable rags compared to the brilliant blue of Anduin’s eyes. They sparkled like gems; as smooth and deep as sapphire.

“It’s fun and all. Great exercise for your night watch, too,” said Eona. “But I want to be with you. Not just some secret that you sneak out with — or make out with — on occasion. I want to be something real with you.”

Anduin smiled at her like it was exactly what he wanted to hear. His fingers abandoned hers to play with the red strands that grazed her cheek. Her skin tingled at his touch, even when he wasn't summoning the Light.

Eona turned her head to the side, pressing a kiss into his palm. Her ears caught the barely audible hitch in his breathing. She couldn't hear his heart, but she felt it sing beneath her fingers as she caressed his wrist.

When she looked at him, the gentle strokes of red from before had completely consumed his face. It was exciting to see how much of an effect she had on him — but, more importantly, it was the closest sign she could find that he wanted her.

Eona closed the distance between them and brushed her lips against his. For such softness, barely touching him, it felt like caressing live goblin wires. The euphoric tingle was there that felt so right.

Anduin’s lips were slow and gentle. His kisses were always that way. Eona traced the outside of his lips with her tongue before slipping inside.

Anduin’s moan was muffled by her mouth as she took position above him. Her body pressed against his, feeling his warmth and hardness between thin layers of clothing.

Eona’s hand trailed along Anduin’s inner thigh. He jolted beneath her touch. She bit his bottom lip teasingly, letting her hand slide up between his legs —

“Anduin!”

Both jumped. Her eyes flew open, looking right into his wide blue ones. He mouthed two words.

My father.

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My last two brain cells being investigated for identity theft and corruption.

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Please Blizzard give us more of them

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Illidan Stormrage: Blond men obsessed with bright objects are drawn to you like moths to an open flame.

Jaina Proudmoore: And I could say the same to you.

*Kael'thas and Arthas throw fireballs and holy water at each other in the background*

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"The Boyfriend"

Continue the tale Dear Prince Dandelion here!

Quest Objective: Prepare the perfect first date.

Bonus Objective: Choose the most romantic location on Azeroth!

— MOUNT HYJAL —

“Cheers to our courtship,” My glass of  Pandaren Plum wine clinked against Anduin’s.

“Cheers,” He smiled into his glass.

My eyes rose to the canopy of leaves above dyed gold from the bleeding sunset as I took a sip. A picnic at Mount Hyjal seemed like a fun “official” first date. Faerie dragons serenaded one another from branch to branch. A magical mist of stardust hovered over the lavender lake that replaced the first Well of Eternity. 

“I’ve never been here before. It’s beautiful,” Anduin leaned back on his elbows. The silken blanket beneath us rippled despite the pillows piled on one side to keep it in place. 

“It is. No wonder Ysera preferred here to Northrend,” I said, thoughts drifting to the Dreamer. 

“Did you know her well?” 

I shrugged and set down my glass on the picnic basket. “She used to join my family’s poker nights. She made mojitos for everyone…I miss her.” 

The balcony where she used to stand, weaving magic in the air, was empty. My chest tightened at her absence.

“Did Alexstrasza ever join? I noticed she didn't sit with your family when we met in Pandaria,” Anduin noted politely. 

My gaze traced the lip of the lake before us. The surface shimmered like the transparent cloak Alexstrasza used to wear. My time with her at Wyrmrest Temple was (trips to Stratholme aside)...strange. Alexstrasza asked for stories of Outland and my mother. When I asked for stories of Azeroth, the conversation turned…evasive. Alexstrasza would avoid the topic of my mother like an unpleasant rumor. That rift never repaired, despite all she had done to remedy us. 

“Not really. I always felt as if there is something that Alexstrasza is hiding.” I admitted. 

“Sounds like you when we first met,” Anduin chuckled to himself. 

“Was I that bad?”

“It was more like a rogue. Now, you just seem more like you—if that makes any sense.” With a hesitant hand, Anduin reached out and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. 

The sun now slept. The flora of the forest casted a dim glow; giant flowers and mushrooms bathed our skin blue. Faerie dragon wings whispered as they frolicked in the shadows. 

“Are you cold?” I asked as Anduin sat up, pulling his knees to his chest. 

I opened my arms. Anduin slid between my legs and leaned against my chest. Lavender melted the air. 

“I didn't know much of Kael’thas when you first told me he was your father.”

My body stilled. I hadn't realized that my confession in Stormwind was the first time I admitted to Anduin who my father was. He hadn't reacted much; when he claimed I was royalty, I thought he knew. Perhaps he meant my maternal family. 

“I heard of him from Velen and Liadrin. When I heard of him in the past, I always focused on the Sunwell—I wondered if it had any connections to the Naaru.” Anduin admitted.

“And?”

“I’m curious. What was it like on Outland with him and Illidan…?” In the silence that followed, Anduin apologized. “I’m sorry. If you don't wish to speak of it—”

“It’s…complicated.” I said, relieved Anduin couldn't look at my face as I spoke of the following. 

“When my father came to Outland, he nearly reconciled with my mother—but I think she did so more for my sake than her own. The affair happened not long after.” 

Anduin peeked up at me. “The affair?”

“My father betrayed Illidan by joining Kil’jaeden. But Kael’thas tried to convince Illidan of his loyalty—or maybe he did care for him, I don’t know…”

“Kael’thas…and Illidan?”

“Yes.”

“And your mother remains on Outland…”

“Yep. With my aunt who belongs in a psych ward.” 

Anduin stiffened in my arms. “And yet you still remain close to Illidan? Enough to help him with Ar—with…his one hundred and sixty pounds of stupidity?” 

My face caved into a smile. “You’re adorable. Yes. I don't know how we’ve remained so close…It could be our shared desire to thoroughly remove the threat of the Legion. He is very good at that.” 

Or maybe we both represent a time long past that we will never get back. 

My mind wandered back to my mother and her long silence. The affair wasn't pleasant. Perhaps it had more effect on her than I thought—that might’ve been the source of her quiet. It was doubtful that my aunt would ease things. 

“Does that mean I finally win?” Anduin mused. “Have the Kaldorei finally proven themselves better saviors of the earth than dwarves?”

I laughed quietly. “Maybe. I guess you’re right.”

“What do I win?”

“Hmm…” My arms tightened around him as I thought of a reward.

The world around us was in slumber. Meadows of lilies swayed, their long necks tossing their petals to and fro. It’s a shame we spent so much time discussing darker subjects. I’m glad Anduin knows, but I had other plans for tonight… 

I leaned into Anduin’s neck and pressed an experimental kiss there. He didn't move.

“I assume that by courting me you also agree to the… physical components.” My lips grazed his ear.

I placed another kiss on his jaw. Anduin’s adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. “What exactly does ‘physical components’ entail…?”

I turned his face towards mine with a finger under his chin. “Whatever you desire. Why don't you enlighten me?” 

My lips pressed against his. It felt like my first kiss, the almost foreign feeling of my mouth moving against Anduin’s. Soft as lily petals caressing one another, stems intertwining, whispering seductive thoughts. 

Anduin turned in my arms. My fingers scrambled for exposed skin, curling around his neck. His pulse was hot and throbbing beneath my touch—

Anduin moaned into my mouth. The desire to be soft and gentle burned beneath my craving for him.

Our positions changed; Anduin’s body was under mine. My tongue traced his lips. His hands clutched at my back as if holding on for dear life. Every inhale roused lavender. 

My lips parted from Anduin’s to trail down his neck. Red spots blossomed across his skin. My teeth grazed his earlobe, “How far would you like to take this, Your Majesty?”

Pants escaped Anduin’s parted lips. The voice that answered was husky and aroused, “Whatever you see fit, my rose.”

Anduin’s labored breathing paused as my fingers drew a random design on the inside of his thigh. He jolted beneath my touch. My fingers traveled higher—

Wings flapped above us. A snarky retort disrupted the quiet. “For once, I am overjoyed by my lack of eyesight.” 

I stilled. My face remained pressed against Anduin’s neck, holding my breath. Maybe if we’re quiet, he’ll just go away… 

Anduin’s voice entered my thoughts. Are you sure you want to leave your hand there? I don't mind in the least, but— 

Oh! Sorry! 

Our bodies remained entwined. The cool breeze from his wings tousled my hair.

“If you plan to make me uncomfortable with this grand display of affection, let me remind you that the Den of Mortal Delights existed in the Black Temple. Don’t let me…dissuade you.”

I inhaled sharply. Speak of the devil. My breath flared against Anduin’s skin, “Perv.” 

“The current circumstances would apply that title to you.” 

I climbed off Anduin. We sat upright. I bit down to prevent a lot of nasty remarks from escaping. The one time he decides to do something parent-like! Just give me one hour alone with Anduin to sate this thirst— 

Illidan landed before us. His nose crinkled in Anduin’s direction. “This is the boyfriend?” 

“Yes.”

Illidan’s expression soured. “Blond men obsessed with bright objects are drawn to you like moths to an open flame.”

“And I could say the same to you.”

I imagined Illidan rolling his eyes beneath his blindfold. He couldn't see my hardened glare of contempt, but I continued to wear it.

“We need to speak. Alone.” Illidan said.

“Okay.” I placed my hand atop Anduin’s. “Please share your little gems of wisdom with us.” 

No one moved for a long moment. Anduin’s eyes drifted to me, questioning whether I bluffed. I stared straight ahead, waiting for Illidan’s next move.

The demon hunter broke the silence first. “I prefer not to share this in front of Arthas the Second.” 

“The boyfriend stays—and be nice!” I patted the blanket below us. “Join us.”

It was the most miserable I had ever seen Illidan as he took a step forward and kneeled on the silken ground. Nothing would be hidden from Anduin. I wouldn't tip toe around him as Alexstrasza did with me. Illidan was also an integral part of my family…and Anduin would have to get used to the craziness somehow. 

“What I am about to share cannot be uttered by any other living mortal.” Illidan’s whisper was hushed by the shivering lilies. 

Anduin and I exchanged a look. He inched closer to me and took my hand in his. We waited for Illidan to continue. 

“Someone has released Sargeras from the Titans’ hold.” 

A high pitched ringing noise deafened my ears. The world around us unfocused, lines blurring and brown filling my vision with a bright, bleeding red. 

Anduin’s voice echoed from a faraway place. “How? Who released him?”

“I do not know. Whoever it is is mad enough to put the entire cosmos at risk.” Illidan’s words had an edge sharper than his warglaives. 

The red was dissipating, but the voices around me traveled through water to my ears. My hand tightened around Anduin’s as I willed reality to return. 

“Do you know where he is?” Anduin asked.

“No.”

Who could undermine the Titans? Why would they unleash the destroyer of worlds? 

“Is the Legion returning?” Words finally forced their way from my dry mouth.

The last Legion invasion of Azeroth affected every life on the planet. Thousands had perished. Now it was worse. Now I had too much to lose. 

Illidan’s claws curled into fists. “Whoever unleashed Sargeras must be found…and eliminated.”

Continue the tale Dear Prince Dandelion here!

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sindragosa

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Speedpaint - Tyrande

Her design is so ethereal, I can`t resist

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Malfurion: If there’s one thing I know how to do in this house, it’s how to cook.

Illidan: Alright, what are you making fire over there??

*Teldrassil on fire*

Malfurion: OH MY GOD-

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Astromancy Lessons Secluded within her Astromancy tower, Koori seems to be nearly always busy. She is either giving lessons to her first apprentice, a gifted young blood elf by the name of Percy, or conducts her research. While some of her research is done in the field, where she accompanies Brigade patrols, most is conducted in her laboratory. Constructed with the help of magister Ilandar Blackfury and other portal specialists, the laboratory of Koori’s astromancy tower looks more like a series of windows into other worlds. Distant lands, elemental planes, other planets and deep space vistas - that all constantly shifts through the plethora of magical windows, combining otherworldly sights and landscapes into one of the most fantastic and enthralling views mortal eye can see. I have finished this piece in late 2022, after a series of RP’s that centered around Koori, one of the Brigade’s Astromancers. The idea of portal windows into other worlds really intrigues me, and I’ll probably try to do an animated version of the astromancy tower down the road. And yes, Koori has the longest tail in the Brigade . I hope you like the final result. Enjoy!

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Draenei Priest ✨🦋

One of my fav outfits in-game! Which one is yours? ^w^

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Genn Greymane: My daughter, Tess, has had many nights out with her lady friends for the past few days. She doesn't return until morning! It always rubs me the wrong way.

Tyrande Whisperwind: Genn, now is not the time to discuss your daughter’s impending lesbianism.

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Sylvanas Windrunner: Lor’themar, do you believe in pettiness for a good cause?

Lor’themar Theron: Oh absolutely.

Sylvanas Windrunner: I want to steal one of Tyrande’s potted plants. For…reasons. Are you in or out?

Lor’themar Theron: It’s plant heist hour. Of course I’m in.

Nathanos Blightcaller: …

Nathanos Blightcaller: I like petty things...

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"My Urge To Commit Arson and Assassination"

Check out the dragons' drunk night in from Dear Prince Dandelion!

Quest Objective: Get drunk.

— THE PURPLE PARLOR —

We arrived at the same time. The portal hissed behind me. Wrathion entered from the balcony. Kalec’s teleportation spell lit up the room. 

“What are you two doing here?” Kalec’s eyes, red and puffy like a pulsing artery, darted between Wrath and I. 

“I had a long day and I’m taking a sabbatical. From…life.” I shuddered. 

“I needed somewhere to…regroup until my urge to commit arson and assassination wanes.” Wrath remarked.

 Kalec nodded. “I’m regretting every choice in life.” 

Our small party gathered around a table and sank into the seats. Everyone’s shoulders slumped. Wrathion’s left eye twitched every five seconds. Despite the comfort of the plush cushions and dim lighting, the atmosphere was as heavy as the fatigue of a swimmer navigating the ocean. 

Kalec spoke first. “Jaina doesn't want…us.” 

Our heads snapped up. “What?” 

“She doesn't want to get back together,” Kalec rested his arms on the table as if his own limbs were too much to carry. “It’s just…physical to her.”

Wrathion leaned over and whispered to me, “It must be really dire if Proudmoore can only endure the sex. I imagine that’s the most lacking of his qualities.” 

I shushed him and turned to our brother, who’s mood matched his hair. “I’m sorry, and surprised. You two always had great chemistry in my eyes…I know you cared for her. Deeply.” 

Wrathion agreed, “She’s a fool. One of your most admirable qualities is your patience. The best partners have that. Not to mention, you possess the highest degree of intellect that I have ever encountered. You offered her a romance of the mind that will never be matched by any other on this planet.” 

Kalec and I stared in wonder. Compliments from our youngest brother were rare. Wrathion simply shrugged, “You think me incapable of acknowledging strengths? I have the best eye out of all of us…and that is why Gallywix will burn.” 

Wrath’s talons curled into a tight fist. Jastor Gallywix was slowly becoming an important figure to our family. Any entrepreneurial hobby we sought out was endorsed by him; my music, Khadgar and Kalec’s podcast (2 Cool Cucumbers), Chromie’s museum exhibits. I hadn't heard of what Wrathion planned with the wealthiest goblin on Azeroth.

My hand tentatively reached for his taut first. “Want to tell us?” 

Wrath glared at the center of the table. “He withdrew funding for my clothes line. I can cover the loss, of course. But his name bolstered customers.”

“Why did he withdraw? You’re the best dressed in every room,” Kalec muttered.

Wrathion bared his teeth. “Illidan was to be my muse. My model for my first issue. But I couldn't agree to his outrageous demands! Jastor deemed our squabble in the square ‘bad press.’ ” 

“Oh…” My mind thought back to the day Wrathion and Illidan had fought in the streets of Dalaran. Perhaps it wasn't about Arthas after all. Wrathion never knew of Illidan’s scheme to obliterate the rest of the Legion’s forces. 

“You dress the whole family to perfection. Anyone would be lucky to wear something you made.” I said. “I’ll talk to Jastor if you want.”

And I am so blackmailing Illidan into doing whatever the hell Wrath wants. 

Wrath bowed his head and didn't say a word. He hadn't dismissed my hand on his fist, which had relaxed under my touch. 

“What are you in for?” Kalec jut his chin in my direction. “You look like a tiger mauled you.”

“Actually, it was an assassin with little social engagement.”

“Ah. Hate when that happens,” Kalec’s head tipped to the side. 

“It’s…not a big deal. I’m more concerned with the epiphany that I might hate my father, but that’s a common problem in Azeroth….” I shrugged as Kalec’s gaze softened. 

Wrath nodded and took my hand in his. “It gets easier. Once you pass the anger stage…well, no one gets past that. That might be the only stage.” 

“I’m more in the self-disgust stage.”

“Yes, that’s a side-effect of the anger stage.”

We sat in silence for a moment. The cool night air invaded from the balcony’s entrance and caressed my skin. The portal in the corner continued to hum.

Kalec exploded without warning. “Why are we like this? Why are our lives always in disarray? I’m a dragon aspect, for fucks sake, and I’m the biggest screw up in the room!”

We gaped at him. Kalec had the calm of a still ocean, the gentleness of a pond that purged all thirst. He was everything one could desire in an older sibling. A tempest in human form raged before us. 

I recovered first. “Out of the three people in this room, Kalec, you are definitely not the screw up.” 

“Oh, I am.” Kalec rose. “Eona, you’re in your twenties. Wrath’s just entered puberty. I’ve endured centuries of disappointing Alexstrasza and the rest of Azeroth. I failed Anveena right before I met you.” 

Wrath and I shared a nervous look. Kalec never spoke of Anveena Teague. She was the one person (to my knowledge) that Kalec loved before Jaina. Only Anveena wasn’t human; it was revealed that she was the remaining energies of the Sunwell in hiding. The Sunwell was restored…and Anveena no longer existed. 

“That was my father’s fault, not yours.” I said. How has my father managed to touch every single part of my life and alter it in some way? 

“So it's suddenly yours?” Kalec’s arms slapped against his sides in exasperation. “That’s not fair. You can’t take the guilt for every single thing your parents did, Eon.” 

If I won't, who will—? I rose from my chair. “This isn't about me! This is about you, and you are not a screw up, Kalec.”

The blue dragon fell silent. He squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Damn it all. Our lives suck…”

Kalec gestured casually with a hand. A dozen wine bottles appeared on the table. “Let’s get drunk and complain about all the… suck. Are you in or out?”

Words fled my mouth at the lines of colored bottles before me. None of us had a knack for alcohol. Perhaps Wrathion during his stay at the Tavern in the Mists, but he preferred green powder tea to “maintain his radiant looks.” I had never seen either of my brothers drunk. 

Wrathion raised a hand. “We’re dragons. It’ll take forever to get drunk if we’re sipping juice. I suggest something a little…stronger.” 

With a snap of Wrath’s fingers, a pandaren keg appeared. He gestured at it lazily, “This took down a rock giant. Shall we begin?” 

— HOURS LATER —

Consciousness was a blurry haze. My head ached in a way that overworked muscles throbbed in action. 

A hangover. Ew. 

Everything around me was pure white. It took many minutes to realize ivory satin veiled my gaze. I pulled the fabric from my face. Every movement held a certain degree of numbness, detached from the physical realm. 

I waited for my vision to focus as I held the white fabric aloft. It was Wrathion’s old turban. 

I sat up. The world wobbled. My gaze trickled across the disheveled Purple Parlor as I did so. Murky memories of last night fluttered across my mind. Discarded garments littered the floor from when Wrathion demonstrated his clothing line. Wrathion himself was wearing a golden dress, passed out on a tabletop. He hugged a pillow as he slept and muttered Andy’s name every once in a while. 

Kalec was a few feet away. His eyes were red from his intermissions spent crying in the corner about Jaina. He was curled up on the couch with a picture of Jaina drawn on a pillow. I couldn't remember who drew it. 

The room teetered when I attempted to stand. I settled for crawling on all fours towards the exit. Sunlight is gross. I’ll sleep this off in my room. 

The portal hovered above my head. I waved my arm in the air, hoping the movement would activate it. The hum of the portal was nearly mechanical at the proximity. 

Vomit bubbled up as the floor disappeared before me.

Do not throw up. Do not throw up. Do NOT throw up! 

Darkness soothed my eyes. The bottom of the Violet Citadel was dim and cool. I stilled for a moment, heavily breathing from my spot on the floor. 

Voices echoed down the stairs. Many voices. 

I shuffled over to the bannister and looked down at the lobby. Folded chairs were gathered in a circle. The people seated in them made my eyes widen. Thrall. Baine. Genn Greymane. Tyrande Whisperwind. Some old blood elf with an eye patch. Jaina—

I ducked down before I could recognize more. I need to get out of here. Still on all floors, I padded alongside the railing. I hoped my existence remained unnoticed as I passed the top of the stairs. 

All voices suddenly went quiet. “Who wants to start?” 

“I will.” 

I froze. That voice.  

“I’m Khadgar…”

“Hi, Khadgar.” Everyone greeted him at once. 

“And…I’m addicted to stamina elixirs.”

I peeked over from the top of the stairs. Part of me wondered if he was a drunken illusion. Wait, is this an—oh shit! 

My hand slipped on the edge of the step. I lost my balance. Everything blurred as I rolled down the steps. Voices rose in alarm. 

“Eon…?”

I looked up. I had landed right at Khadgar’s feet. 

“Hi.” I waved from the ground. “Don’t mind me. I just wanted to go somewhere peaceful…and empty…”

“Is that one of yours?” Genn whispered to Thrall. The orc raised a hand to shield his eyes. 

“Here, up we go,” Khadgar helped me up from the ground. His hands rested on my shoulders as my balance wavered. His voice lowered, “Is that alcohol on your breath?”

I ignored the question. “Khadgar…is this a…”

I glanced behind him at the circle of people, all looking at me. “Is this a support group?”

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Thunderstruck

How…? After so long, after being so sure I was doing that which the Great Hunter wished of me, I was preaching the ways of cruelty? Towards beings I’ve come to love as an extension of myself?

Steady rainfall had descended upon the tropics of Stranglethorn Vale as was routine for the local climate. Here, in this corner of Stranglethorn, the Beast Pens sat in its primitive beauty, housing reptiles located far beyond the jungle’s native reaches. The boisterous calls and rumbles of dinosaurs would have been an expected ambiance here. Yet, amidst the dinosaurs and assistant handlers, another Troll could be seen.

Like the maddened swarm of a disturbed hornet’s nest, Nalu’atl’s mind had found itself in a peculiar place. As she strode across the jungle floor, she casted a glance over her shoulder, greeted with Zar’kajo’s gradually shrinking form. Swiftly, she snapped her focus forward, the Master Dinomancer’s words shaking her to her core. Even the rattling of a shattered Orb of Command and plethora of Blood Trinkets - done by Zar’kajo’s hand - wasn’t enough of a distraction to ease her thoughts, all packed into a burlap sap clutched in a hand.

A lie. Six summers. Six. All of my cohorts in Zuldazar. Those monsters on the Isle of Thunder subjecting our Direhorns and Devilsaurs to filthy blood mutations right in front of me. I thought it was normal - the status quo. I thought…

She paid no mind to the gradual plaster of her sapphire mane of hair with rainwater. Directing her focus towards her destination - Akunda’s Shrine. There, per Zar’kajo’s task, she would hope to look towards a better future in her art. Upon arrival, the Zandalari made quick work of locating the ritualistic bowl. She carefully lowered the sack of destroyed Dinomancer tools into the bowl before retreating to stand a foot away, taking a seat onto bent knees and pulling her Devilsaur-skull polearm free to set that off to the side as well. Palms pressed to her thighs, she let her head dip forward, shutting her eyes. After a moment, she joined her palms and held this position in front of her chin. 

“Mighty Loa of Storms, mighty Loa of New Beginnings…hear me now, I bid you. I have, for you, the shattered remnants of my discipline. Too long have I been selfishly ignorant in my ways.” Her eyelids twitched. Even at this moment, denial crept in - along with some pride? This was pushed aside as she continued. “I ask…for your blessing. You, the Loa of New Beginnings. I speak to you now with sincerity. Rid me of these foul remnants of the past…so that I may move forward.”

Following a moment of silence, save for the everdroning jungle noises, Nalu remained with palms joined, but risked opening her eyes. Gazing upon her burlap sack of destroyed tools, still untouched by the Loa’s willpower. With wilted ears, the Zandalari pressed a heel into the grasses to begin the motion of standing, until…

CRACK!

The offered sack was obliterated in a violent burst of incinerated pieces as a hefty bolt of lightning plummeted from the heavens. Nalu launched herself to her feet, staring at the ritual bowl of ash. Rainwaters slowly collected into the ritual bowl, sending the ashen remnants of Orb and Blood Trinkets washing free from the bowl. From here, all was claimed by ocean water or the jungle, leaving the Zandalari to gaze upon the emptied bowl. That was it, right?

As she pensively approached the Shrine, a second launch of lightning came rampaging down onto her polearm, still lying across the grass after she had removed it to pray. Even before Nalu had the opportunity to snap around, the sheer power behind that bolt of lightning obliterated the Devilsaur skull atop her polearm, sending shards of displaced bone flying in all directions. By a stroke of luck, she was spared a random shard impale, leaving her facing what remained of her weapon. A few bits of skull and a practically disintegrated handle. She furrowed her brows. It was a smaller skull, but a Devilsaur’s skull was rather known for being impenetrable by most. 

The Zandalari failed to understand, idly glancing towards the clouds overhead. A freak accident, perhaps? If not…why her weapon? That which she’s taken through Zuldazar, through the Isle of Thunder, through the Isle of Giants. Little by little, she came to understand. With a final look across at the Akunda Shrine, she pivoted on a heel and headed towards the city.

It would take some time to return from this day, with or without Akunda’s blessing.