Hello everyone!
Last week we talked about Varian fighting with the forces of Azeroth against the threat
of the nightmare, kicking Moira out of her stolen throne and forming the council of 3
hammers.
He has gained control over the fury within by going through the worgen ritual and lead
the worgen against the forces of the horde and into the Alliance.
His fear over losing Anduin pushed him to do the unthinkable, use his might against
his own precious son too which the prince left his father to join up with Velen and
the Draenei and learn more about the Light.
The prince had already send a letter to his father telling him he wanted to assure him
that when he completed his own path with the Light, he would return to Stormwind.
Varian wondered if Malfurion or Tyrande were responsible for this, but they had nothing
to do with it.
This happy news was from Anduin himself and on Remembrance day, a yearly holiday in which
the alliance honors the great heroes of the past, Anduin finally returned home.
There was still a rift between father and son.
Varian still had doubts about Anduin being ready to lead the kingdom, at his age he had
already mastered the sword and was ready to meet Alliance enemies in battle while Anduin
was still on the quest of finding out who he really is, what his place is in the circle.
This rift would need healing and it was Archbishop Benedictus who had a gift for both the king
and prince.
He invited the king to meet him at Tiffin's memorial while he brought Anduin himself,
not mentioning that his father would be there.
The gift was finishing a quest given to him long ago by Varian, finding the key to Tiffin's
locket.
Varian felt something moving deep within him.
"Thank you, Benedictus.
You are a good man.
I hesitate to think what I'd do without you."
The archbishop bowed his head.
"Please, allow me to leave you to it."
He turned to go, and as he did, he waved his arm once more.
"Peace be with you both," he said, and he disappeared down the path into a grove of
trees.
Varian stood there, turning the silver key over and over, wondering about the archbishop's
strange farewell.
Finally he noticed that Anduin was watching him.
All the harsh things he had wanted to say to his son were of no consequence now.
He realized only one thing was true: Anduin was more important than all of it.
It was so clear.
The king gave both the locket and the key to his son.
They remembered Tiffin, dearly beloved wife, sorely missed mother.
The unspoken words finally came out.
Varian had been blind in seeing the man that Anduin has become, was becoming while Anduin
spoke the words he had always wanted to say.
He wished so much that he was more like his father.
He wants to be a great king but...he's not as a strong.
He wiped his tears angrily as if they were a sign of weakness.
Varian put his arm around his son.
"No, Anduin.
You have more courage than I do, and it flows from a place deep within your heart.
Remember what your uncle Magni used to say?
'Strength comes in many forms…'"
They both repeated the last part of the line in unison.
"'Both small and large'!"
Father and son are each on their own journey of becoming more then they were and in this
moment they healed the rift that had grown between them.
Varian wished the moment could last forever, but knew it could not.
Looking up, he scanned his surroundings.
"So, tell me, from what direction do you think the ambush will come?"
Those that have played during the cataclysm might remember fighting Archbishop Benedictus
in the Hour of Twilight dungeon.
With the coming of Deathwing, he looked into the Eyes of the Dragon and despaired.
He turned away from the Church and joined the twilights hammer cult which had now shown
up to close the trap around Anduin and Varian.
The prince and king would not go down without a fight though.
Lo'gosh did everything in his power to defend his son while Anduin shot arrow after arrow,
aiding his father in taking out the assasins.
However, there was a summoner in the back putting in all his efforts in creating a portal.
Something big was summoned into Stormwind and despite their best efforts, they were
unable to stop him in time.
Before them was the biggest drakonid they had ever seen.
The enormous half-dragon, half-man monster was adorned from head to tail in colossal
purple armor bearing the markings of the Twilight's Hammer cult, its thick plates burning with
protection spells.
Father and son with their backs against the wall tried to bring the beast down, but he
was simply too much.
Anduin fired the last of his arrows into the beast, but they were like gnats on a gnoll.
He could only watch in anguish as his father tried in vain to deflect the enormous power
of the monster, trying to keep his son safe from the axe whistling down with savage glee.
Varian felt the burning bite of the blade slice through his armor and then continue
deep into his ribcage.
The violent impact slammed the king to the ground, but his eyes never left Anduin as
he sought to make sure his child was free from harm.
Their gazes met, and Varian's eyes softened with relief that his son was unhurt.
But as the dust settled, Anduin's own stare grew wide with horror at what he saw.
Varian lay sprawled and twisted with the drakonid's axe buried deep in his chest.
Anduin let out a wail of anguish as the moment stretched out like an eternity.
Varian looked deep into his son's eyes and let him know that everything was all right.
This is how it always ends with Wrynn kings…
The drakonid stood over Varian and laughed as the broken king coughed and pleaded with
his stare for Anduin to do him one last favor.
"Run…"
Varian whispered as a cool and gentle blackness slowly enveloped him.
Let me be the last to pay this price.
The creature sneered down at the king, pulling the axe out of Varian's chest.
It was a strangely numb tug.
There was no more pain, no more sadness.
Varian knew he would die as he had lived.
The creature raised the wet blade overhead, its notched and bloody surface glistening
in the setting sun.
How peaceful it is here, Tiffin…
But Anduin wasn't about too leave his fathers side.
With arms wide to the sky, a golden nova of holy energy forces the monster to retreat
as the prince advances, strong and fearless.
Like a king!
As Anduin shouted the word "Barrier", the graveyard seemed to blur and shimmer around
the king and prince.
His affinity to the light, his faith was his only weapon and it was powerful enough to
keep the creature away.
As the drakonid charged, the boy stood firm, surrounded by an aura of Holy Light.
He opened his palms to the sky and spoke the words to dispel magic.
With each word, the earth resonated with energy, shaking the gravestones and sending a ripple
across the surface of the lake.
A flash of fire exploded from the sky and hit the drakonid as he rushed in.
The inferno blinded the beast, and he stumbled toward the serene silhouette of Anduin, the
hideous creature screaming in both pain and rage.
As the drakonid fell, his armor quickly faded to a dull gray, no longer protected by dark
magics.
At the last possible moment, Varian lunged forward with everything he had left in his
body and struck the beast down.
Somewhere in his mind Varian heard a scream that was half battle cry, half agony, but
he wasn't sure if it had come from him or the creature.
Then, mercifully, everything went black.
Somewhere far away Varian felt Anduin was there.
He opened his eyes to see his son holding him, the boy's tears mixing with the king's
pooling blood.
"I am so sorry, Father," Anduin managed through his tears.
Varian opened his eyes again and tried to smile.
"No.
It is I who am sorry… for not seeing earlier what you are… what you have always been.
I'm so proud… that you are my son."
Varian reached up with his bloody hand to touch the boy's smeared cheek.
"Do not mourn for me, Anduin.
This has always been my fate… do not let it be yours."
"No!
This is not how it ends!"
He shook the king.
"Do you hear me, Father?!
A Wrynn prince will not again watch a loved one die before him!
This is not our fate!"
Anduin screamed into the sky, and the clouds seemed to part in sympathy.
The prince closed his eyes and slowly began to chant.
At first it was a soft and gentle sound, but as his voice rose in crescendo, it became
a beautiful and powerful song.
As the words came, his hands began to glow with light, faint at first, then brighter
and brighter, until it was competing even with the setting sun, bathing the entire cemetery
in the shadowless light of midday.
The song reached a fever pitch, and the young priest lifted his eyes and voice to the heavens,
calling to the very heart of the cosmos for a source of divine power.
Suddenly, liquid rays brighter than a thousand suns burst from Anduin's fingertips, penetrating
the king's body and painting everything in a brilliant yellow glow.
Varian's entire being was rocked by an influx of pure light.
And at the center of it all was Anduin, holding his father close while a vortex of infinite
beauty danced between them.
Then, in sharp contrast to the intense swirling energy billowing all around, the prince began
to speak with a melodious and gentle voice as he carefully laid his hands on the immobile
king's forehead and quietly, peacefully, began to pray.
There's a bit of a discussion as to what exactly happened here.
Some say that this is describing a healing spell or something like ley on hands, but
I personally like to think that this is one of the few canon moments in which resurrection
was actually used in the story.
Anduin bringing his father back from the dead, breaking the tradition of the wrynn child
having to see the father die.
Father and son side by side went through the cataclysm, but Varian himself didn't have
a massive roll to play as the story focused more on Thrall and taking on Deathwing.
Meanwhile Warchief Garrosh was ready to carve out the world he envisioned with his next
target being theramore.
He summoned his Horde troops to lay siege upon Proudmoore's city too which Baine send
Perith Stormhoof to warn Jaina about the coming attack.
He would not forsake his duty to the Horde, but he could also not live with himself if
he didn't give her a fair warning since she had been an ally in the past and had tried
to do her best to negotiations between the Alliance and the Horde.
This didn't matter to Garrosh, in fact it helped him out since his plan was to let Jaina
get as many troops of the alliance in as she could which he could wipe out with 1 single
strike.
They had stolen the focusing iris from the blue dragonflight and had the blood elves
turn it into a manabomb.
Naturally Varian and Stormwind send in troops to support, even the kirin tor offered their
aid and theramore was hit hard from both outside and within.
"We're gonna turn this place into a sinkhole, heh."
Jaina Proudmoore saw her city and loved ones destroyed by Garrosh and the Horde.
The mage Rhonin pushed her through a portal as he drew the bomb onto himself and into
their magical wards to minimize the explosion.
The one who had sacrificed so much to bring the alliance and horde closer together now
saw all she believed in swept away in a Tides of War.
"No one can protect you.
Kill the Proudmoore wench and bring me that bomb.
Your people are despicable cowards orc.
Your nothing more then rabid dogs and you will be put down."
"Brave words mage.
I'll spit in your face when you beg for mercy."
"You spit on mercy?
Then you will have NONE.
You want carnage?
Garrosh will get more blood then he ever bargained for."
Theramore was nothing more but a crater and the once peaceful Jaina is now out for blood.
She picked up the focusing iris and made her way to Stormwind to ask Varian for aid.
By now you can probably guess Varian's reaction, he told Jaina to calm down and not do anything
rash.
Wait...what?
Varian Wrynn doesn't immediately call for the orcs their heads?
Yep, that's right.
The High King of Alliance has learned much and now the rolls are reversed.
Now it's Varian trying to make Jaina see reason.
They will strike back at the Horde, but if they're going into world war then they'll
have to do it wisely.
They've got to rebuild the fleet, they lost good people at theramore which will take time
to call back others from their posts to fill their positions.
The horde has set up blockades around the entire continent and they have to do this
right or they'll just be throwing more lives away.
"I don't know what happened to you, Varian Wrynn, but you've turned into a coward.
And you, Anduin, I am sorry for my part in keeping you a gullible child.
There's no hope for peace; there's no time for strategy.
I have their ruination in my grasp.
You're a fool for not seizing the chance!"
They spoke her name at once, father and son, so different but so oddly similar in how they
stepped forward imploringly.
She turned her back on both of them.
Varian and Anduin talked long into the evening, the man who had once identified with Jaina's
new attitude and the boy who quailed from it, talked about what grief and loss could
do to someone, talked about what war and violence, as well, could do.
Even Anduin could see that they had to attack the Horde.
They had shown them what they were willing to do, and they must prevent them from harming
more innocent people but they didn't have to do it with hate in their hearts.
The king swelled with pride at his sons words.
He had not expected such acceptance, reluctant though it was, from Anduin.
He was honestly surprised that he himself hadn't shared Jaina's feelings, and realized
how far he had come from the man he had once been.
He had made great progress and perhaps one day would even be as wise as his son.
For now though the Alliance prepared their fleet and Anduin had requested to stay within
Stormwind until the fleet had sailed, at which time he would return to his studies with the
Draenei.
In the meantime Jaina went on with her own plans, using the focusing iris to strike orgrimmar
hard and fast.
They would no doubt be celebrating their victory, all gathered in one place, leaving them open
for the tidal wave Jaina was planning to release on all those inside.
The men, women, and children.
She spend days gathering the elemental forces of water who screamed out in protest.
World shaman Thrall heard them calling out to him and he together with the blue dragon
Kalecgos were able to make Jaina see reason, that this was not the way.
Garrosh is a thief and a coward and a butcher but she was doing precisely what he had – right
down to using the same artifact that had obliterated theramore.
This is not truly what she wished to do, she didn't want to become a Garrosh or even
an Arthas and their words were able to change her mind.
She would not use this tidalwave she had created to wipe out orgrimmar, instead she would use
it to defend her people since in the meantime Varian and the Alliance fleet had also made
their way to Orgrimmar and despite their clever planning, Garrosh had his own tricks to use
against them.
He had his shaman raise kraken from the deep, kraken with huge tentacles that whipped about
vessels, closing around it in a parody of a loving embrace.
The warchief did not just send the creatures of the deep to do his fighting, he too, gorehowl
in hand, jumped into the fight.
For the third time Varian and Garrosh clashed weapons and three times too many for Garrosh's
taste.
This time he would finish the job, kill Varian and all he would love.
He would march on Stormwind, take his precious boy, slap him in chains and parade him through
Orgrimmar.
He had thought to so anger the king of Stormwind that the human would explode in fury, fighting
wildly instead of well.
To his astonishment, Varian merely grinned, dodging the swing of the axe, measuring his
next step.
"Anduin might surprise you," he said.
"Even lovers of peace despise cowards."
Their battle was once again interrupted, this time by a kraken, and Varian saw that despite
the Horde fleet being vastly outnumbers, Garrosh's tactics of using the kraken was doing insane
amounts of damage.
They would have probably lost the whole fleet was it not for Jaina riding Kalecgos and sending
her water elementals to save the fleet.
She had not expected them to be here, she thought that they would focus on breaking
the blockade at Darkshore or Feathermoon Stronghold.
If she had truly send out her tidal wave...she would have destroyed both Orgrimmar and the
whole Alliance fleet.
Luckily that didn't happen and Jaina was able to turn the tide of battle.
She and the alliance were able to defeat the Horde and reclaim Northwatch hold.
Jaina would take up position as leader of the Kirin Tor while Varian returned home to
his city to rebuild their fleet and plan out the war.
Garrosh was forced to call for the full retreat, bring his ships home from their blockades
and lick his wounds.
He could not believe that this had happened, but he wasn't ready to give up either, quite
the opposite.
He would escalate this war, it was no longer about just claiming kalimdor, he wanted to
see the alliance wiped out and Wrynn dead at his feet.
A war not for control of a single continent, but for conquest of this very world.
A war that would find its way into previously hidden lands as Anduins ship, presumably on
its way to bring him back to the draenei, finds itself under fire and shipwrecks on
the land of Pandaria...
Grand Admiral Jes-Tereth : We've made a thorough inspection of the wreckage, Your Majesty.
Grand Admiral Jes-Tereth : There is no sign of Admiral Taylor or his ship.
King Varian Wrynn : Two hundred ships at my disposal, yet the one carrying my SON goes
missing!
King Varian Wrynn : What of their last message?
Show me whatever you have!
Admiral Taylor : ...we have been drawn off course...Horde airfleet...many casualties...
Admiral Taylor : shipwrecked...on an uncharted isle...but the White Pawn is accounted for.
Admiral Taylor : Repeat: The White Pawn is safe.
King Varian Wrynn : Anduin...
Admiral Taylor : ...surprise attack!
Requesting immediate--If anyone's receiving-- Grand Admiral Jes-Tereth : Sir, the Seventh
Fleet has already been dispatched, but it could take weeks before it--
King Varian Wrynn : There's no time to waste!
King Varian Wrynn : We'll send a small, elite force to secure this new land
King Varian Wrynn : and bring back my SON!
An elite force, amongst them member of the si:7 and the players, including the pandaren
from the wandering isle who have been recently accepted into the alliance after kicking the
crap out of varian, they're send out to recover prince Anduin while the rest of the
fleet takes a little bit longer to get there.
Garrosh finds out about this new land and also sends horde forces in, but not to recover
anduin instead he wants...
"Redirect the invasion fleet!
General, YOU and your best veterans will pave our way...
STORM the shores and PAINT THIS NEW CONTINENT RED!"
The war between the alliance and horde has come to pandaria, probably the worst place
to fight since the land is infected with a dark force known as the Sha.
Our negative emotions empower the sha, causing massive devastation to the land and all kinds
of problems for the people of Pandaria.
The alliance tracks down anduin while also cleaning up the mess that we make and 2 months
later, Garrosh and his horde forces as well as Varian and the fleet finally arrive.
"We're heeeeere, fight fight fight"
The king asks for adventurers to help him with setting up the alliance base and learning
the ways of the land.
With that came a little lesson in patience for both the king and Tyrande Whisperind.
"Muhahahaha" We have them cornered inside the temple, we
should strike now!"
"Things are rarely what they seem Tyrande and my son tells me this is a sacred place."
"All the more reason to purify it."
"They're defending a fixed position.
I'm not going to play their game.
We'll draw them out."
"You're wasting precious time."
"You three are my eyes and ears.
Fan out!
Prepare a defense!"
"A test!
A trial of patience.
Will the wolf behave as a warrior...or a king?
"
Commander Scargash and the Horde forces have taken over the blessed temple of Chi-Ji the
Red Crane and it's up to us to get them out.
Tyrande wants to charge in head first and root them out as fast as possible, but Varian
is a bit more cautious.
He has fought Garrosh enough times to know that things don't always are what they seem
to be so he has us gather resources and place a few traps.
"They're coming.
Get behind the defenses!"
"Alliance dogs!
Where are your teeth?"
"Come out and count them, coward!
There's no army here.
Only a handful of heroes stands between you and the king of stormwind.
Are you afraid?"
"Bring up the grunts.
Attack!"
"Roaaaaaaaaaar"
A massive force was ready to ambush us, but Varian is able to turn the tables, play on
the orcs sense of pride and draw them right into our traps.
"Omg i'm burning!"
Damn, you don't mess around with the pandaren and after taking out the bulk of the forces
without sacrificing a single life, only a handful of the korkron and the commander are
left standing.
They quickly fall and the temple is saved.
"The day is ours!
And not a drop of blood was shed on holy ground."
"I would have charged right in.
Many more lives would have been lost in my rush for victory."
"There was a time where I would have done the same.
But I've learned a lot over the years.
I've fallen for too many of Garrosh's tricks.
From now on, we define the terms of this engagement.
Tyrande I may not be a politician, but I am a fighter.
I know we can win this war.
We just need to stand together.
You have to trust me.
Know that I will do the right thing.
If we act as one, we cannot fail."
"I see that now.
Our strength is yours to command, High King.
May this be the first of many victories."
"A sword is the weapon of a warrior, but patience is the weapon of kings.
This day brings victory, but more difficult trials lie ahead..."
They do indeed since through out our questing, we figure out that Garrosh is after the divine
bell, an ancient mogu artifact used to harness the power of the sha.
He also tries to convince Jaina to use the kirin tor as a weapon against the Horde, but
despite what has happened with Theramore, Jaina isn't willing.
She has spend her time talking with Kalecgos about power and how it should be used.
"Every day I ask myself, what's the right thing to do?
Anduin, you know more than anyone, it's important to separate the Horde from its people.
The Sunreavers still operate within this city.
Alliance and Horde work together.
As long as we stay above the war, then there's hope for the world as a whole.
I see our city as a beacon of light showing the way.
If we can trust one another here, then there's hope for the rest of the world."
Their city could be a beacon of light, showing the way but that mindset would soon enough
change.
The alliance was able to track down the divine bell before the Horde got their hands on it
and they stored it within Darnassus so that its power could not be used.
The sunreavers within the kirin tor were used by garrosh to infiltrate the city, steal the
bell and bring it back to Garrosh.
Jaina found out about this and was not happy to be betrayed from within once again.
She gave the order to purge Dalaran, without talking to Varian first, shattering his plans
for the future.
"Jaina!
What's happening in Dalaran?
Has there been an attack?"
"The kirin tor was betrayed from within.
I've handled the situation."
"How?"
"I've purged the Horde from Dalaran.
You have what you wanted, Your Majesty: The Kirin Tor belongs to the Alliance."
"But you said-" "I know what I said.
My trust was misplaced."
"What of the Sin'dorei – the Sunreavers?"
"Those that surrendered are being taken to the Violet Hold.
I make no guarantees about those who chose to fight."
"Jaina, you need to talk to me before you act-"
"How I run the Kirin Tor is my business."
"I was trying to negotiate with the Sin'dorei.
I was opening discussions to bring them into the Alliance!
By attacking their people, you've forced their hand – "
"They chose their own path."
"You've driven them back to the Horde."
"You're fooling yourself.
Once Horde, always Horde, I see that now.
I'm mobilizing the Kirin Tor."
"Jaina, We've got to work together on this.
The Alliance must act as one."
"Don't get soft on me, Varian."
Meanwhile Anduin goes about researching a way to stop garrosh and he finds out about
a mallet created long ago by the pandaren which holds the power to turn the darkness
of the divine bell into something good.
His search leads to freeing the monkey king, earning his trust, finding the pieces and
restore the harmonic mallet.
With this weapon the prince confronts the warchief as he's testing out the divine
bell on his soldiers and Anduin actually has the balls to stop him in his tracks, but Garrosh
isn't too happy with the prince.
"Your interference has cost me a great warrior young prince.
You'll pay with your life!"
"That is where you are wrong, Garrosh."
BOING "The mogu made the divine bell to create
chaos, but the pandaren created a special mallet to turn the echoes of that chaos into
perfect harmoy.
That mallet was hidden for thousands of years...until now."
"Die, whelp!"
SMACK "Your alliance must be at its end if you're
sending your children against me.
I'll let you live so you can tell your king of the price of his continued defiance."
"Garrosh attacked my son...?
Where is he?"
"Anduin!"
"Ow Anduin, what were you thinking?
I should've sent you back to Stormwind!"
"He's alive, but his bones are shattered."
"Send for Velen.
Bring him here at once!"
"My king, I promise you.
The kirin-tor will come down on Garrosh so hard his ancestors will reel.
Blood will pay for blood!"
Jaina is out!
"Jaina- - I will end Garrosh for this.
His Horde already crumbled beneath him.
We will deliver the final blow.
Champion, you and Anduin thwarted the Warchief today and won the Alliance a critical victory.
But please, leave me now.
I must tend to my son...and prepare for our next battle."
Garrosh's horde is already crumbling and has been doing so for quite some time.
Not everyone within the Horde agrees with the direction he has taken.
Several of them have spoken out, especially when they saw the bombing of theramore.
Taking the divine bell was not so much a choice as it was forced upon them and the troll leader
Vol'jin was struck down by Garrosh's troops after speaking out.
This lead to the Darkspear rebellion in which Vol'jin, after healing from his wounds,
returned to lead the rebellion against Garrosh and HIS horde.
The alliance got word of this and made contact with Vol'jin, pledging their support in
bringing down warchief garrosh.
The alliance fleet is being prepared for the siege of orgrimmar, while Varian is looking
for more troops for his campaign against the horde:
"Once upon a time - moments ago, in fact - a great King sought the help from a trio
of powerful dwarves: The Council of Three Hammers.
The King's scouts had discovered that Zandalari trolls threatened the dwarven capital.
Surely, the king thought, if he helped them with their troll problem, they would give
him more troops for his campaign against the Horde.
But what the King did not realize is that the dwarves did not trust one another!
"We cannot help you," said the Bronzebeard dwarf, "For if we turn our back of the Dark
Irons, they will defeat the Wildhammer and take over Ironforge!"
"We cannot help you," said the Wildhammer dwarf, "For if we turn our back of the Dark
Irons, they will defeat the Wildhammer and take over Ironforge!"
The King was furious.
"If none of you help, then Ironforge will fall under siege!"
Only one dwarf offered to help the King.
"We will lend you our strength," said Moira, of the Dark Iron.
"We will trust our dwarven brothers, and we will show them what loyalty means!"
And so Moira and the High King set out into the snow to save the city, leaving the others
to think about their actions."
From once being pulled out of her bed to now working together.
How times can change and in this scenario we find out that the zandalari are kicking
up a storm, perfect to cover up potential ambushes and bloody disaster.
If we can stop the storm then moira will lead the forgeguard to top herself so we do just
that and together we take out Hekima the Wise and end the zandalari threat to dun morogh.
"Well fought.
I see the Dark Irons are as formidable as ever."
"That they are, King Varian.
And at the service of the Alliance, I might add."
"Hah!
For that, I'm glad.
The bronzebeards and Wildhammer will regret not having been here to share in your glory."
"Better they're grateful for the clansmen spared death on this miserable hillock.
We sought to protect and impress, not to shame."
"Well, you've done just that.
Come; let us return to ironforge and announce your victory to the council."
"The high king, his champions and the Dark Iron dwarves worked together to save Ironforge.
The other dwarven leaders were ashamed of their behavior and vowed never again to allow
fear or distrust to cloud their judgment.
And so it was a human king who helped to unite the dwarven clans so long divided.
Free to trust one another, all three dwarven leaders pledged their full strength to the
Alliance cause."
"Meanwhile in the city of Orgrimmar, Warchief Garrosh Hellscream sent goblin dig teams all
across the continent of Pandaria.
He promised gold and riches to any who could discover for him the hidden secrets of this
land that fill Pandaria with suck a dark and powerful energy.
To my surprise, his people have found something!
Right here, in the sacred vale!
What will happen now?"
What will happen now is a story for next week since we've been going on for long enough.
I honestly did not expect Varian to take so many parts but I'm having an absolute blast
with making these videos and I hope you're enjoying them as well.
As always thank you very much for watching everyone!
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