Hello everyone!
Last week we began the story of Genn Greymane in which we talked about his youth, growing
up with his father advice to never take anothers hand and leading the people of gilneas.
The war against the horde, the formation of the alliance of lordaeron until Genn had enough
and decided to build a massive wall around his city.
A wall that could not hold against the massive numbers of the scourge so they decided to
go with Archmage Arugal's plan of summoning the worgen from a realm which they described
as a dark place, a place of nightmare, but it was actually the opposite.
The origin of the worgen goes way back in time like 9.300 years back to a war called
the War of the Satyr.
Night elves fought against demons and satyrs, enemies left over from the war of the ancients
and some felt that an advantage was needed to turn the tide of battle.
Ralaar Fangfire begged Malfurion to allow them to use their pack form, but despite the
power that form offered, it was uncontrollable so their shan'do told them not to use it.
1 dire battle the druids threw caution to the wind and slipped into this form, which
allowed them to survive and win but also had them turn on their own night elf allies.
After killing a fair few of their own, some were able to regain control and Arvall, Ralaar's
best friend told his love Belysra Starbreeze that he would never use the form again.
He would not turn himself into a monster to kill monsters and this ultimately lead to
his demise at the hands of satyrs and the creation of the scythe of Elune.
In her grief, Belysra agreed to Ralaar's plan of combining the staff of Elune, an item
which held Elune's noble power and enchantments with a fang of Goldrinn which embodied the
feral nature of the pack form.
Legends told of Elune's desire to tame Goldrinn's ferocity and perhaps with this combination,
they'd be able to soothe the chaos of their form, use it as they desire to get their vengeance.
Instead, Goldrinn's essence rejected the moon goddess and their ritual backfired, turning
Ralaar into the alpha prime and creating the druids of the scythe.
Their feral nature had taken them over, their bite transformed others into their worgen
form and Ralaar did not only turn against the satyr, he once again struck out at his
own people, believing Malfurion to be responsible for his best friends death.
In the end, Malfurion used the scythe of Elune to banish Ralaar and his fellow worgen to
the realm of the Emerald Dream, where he hoped they would remain pacified at the base of
the majestic tree Daral'nir.
This was the tree where Malfurion himself was brought by none other then Cenarius when
he too had experimented with the pack form long before Ralaar had.
That's why he had forbidden it and this great tree was able to bring Stormrage back
to his senses, but the scythe of Elune had perverted their ways.
The form they now held was beyond druidism so bringing them back to their senses was
out of the question, but at least the tree could keep them pacified.
Slumber instead of execution, it seemed like a better option, but too the worgen it was
torture.
They were meant to run, to hunt, you cannot tame what is meant to be wild, but for millenia
they were forced to slumber within the emerald dream.
So that is where Arugal summoned his forces from and now we see the Worgen, lead by Alpha
Prime, turn on the gilneans.
Genn has a festering wound, the priestess Belysra is helping him control it with the
powers of Elune, our forces have been ambushed within the cathedral but the battle isn't
over yet.
Parapampammmmm Ow helly Godfrey.
Bit rainy aint it?
Grrrrowl.
"Look at what you've become.
Those cursed beasts.... they've left you nothing more than just another wretched mongrel."
"Do you even remember what you did to your friends?"
"Your kind....haunting the wilds unchecked until we found you."
"They've kept you alive, because they still believe you can be saved."
"To which...I must ask...
Is there even a shred of humanity left within you?"
"Perhaps.
We will find out...soon enough."
Godfrey has no compassion for the people of Gilneas that have fallen to the Worgen curse,
but Greymane sees it differently.
He has had a lot of time to think about the past...the decisions he made.
If things had gone differently between him and Crowley, they could have fought of the
worgen together, they could have saved gilneas.
Lorna will never forgive him for her father's death and he doesn't know if his people
will ever forgive him for losing the city.
Maybe they shouldn't, his father certainly wouldn't have been able to but in Liam's
mind there's nothing to forgive.
For him, his father is a great leader who's done what he believed to be the best for his
people even if he didn't always agree.
Yet in the recent past he feels like his father has lost faith in himself.
If he can just find a way to believe in himself once again, he's sure that their people
will believe in him too and they will forgive anything.
It was Greymane who gave the order to trap instead of kill, the reason why we as the
player were not shot on sight.
The potion Belysra and Krennan have been working on did the trick, it gave us some sort of
control over our minds back but our humanity is still lost.
We were only recently bitten, there are more worgen, feral gilneans that have dealt with
the curse much longer.
It's uncertain if the potion will work on them, but time for doubt is a luxury Genn
doesn't have.
The Forsaken attack by sea and he gives the order to double the dosage and release them.
He will lead them himself, it's high time these forsaken bastards learned there's
nothing more dangerous than a cornered animal.
Gilneas makes a stand as we help out with taking out the forsaken forces and the captains
of the ships, but the cataclysm is hitting the land hard and the ocean swallows everything.
The land, the forsaken, our own people are claimed.
We do our best to save as many as we can while we make ready to evacuate Duskhaven and head
on over to safer grounds, Greymane manor.
Queen Mia Greymane is trying to keep the people calm while her husband is up in the observatory
again where he can clearly see that the Horde isn't giving up quite yet.
We have no choice but to move further inland, along the way we help out Prince Liam whose
carriage was attacked by Ogres until our journey takes us to Tal'doren and some of the night
elves that joined Belysra.
We find out that Darius Crowley survived the ambush at the cathedral and has also become
a worgen.
We secure the scythe of Elune that ended up in the hands of the forsaken.
In the comic Alpha Prime is defeated and we even undergo a special ritual.
The potion we took has kept the beast at bay, but it won't last for ever.
The night elves familiar with the pack form offer aid as we drink from the Well of Fury,
Tranquility and Balance.
Let us be blessed with the wisdom of our people and the ferocity of Goldrinn.
Just as the majestic tree Daral'nir soothed the worgen in the dream, let Tal'doren soothe
our spirit.
Let the scythe unbind that which was not meant to be bound, let the soul master the beast,
lest the beast master the soul!
Ingame the ritual looks real easy, but not all make it through.
Everyone has to battle with their own demons, but when successful...we master the animal
inside and even regain some of our humanity by being able to transform at will.
"Crowley!
You and your elven allies are hereby ordered to serve along the king's army!
Cursed or not, you are still bound by Gilnean law!"
"Does this toad speak for you, Genn?
Do you come to our dwelling as a friend?
Or do you come as a tyrant?"
"No, old friend.
I've come to you as an equal."
"Impossible!"
"Aye, Genn.
It's now law that binds us.
It is something far stronger.
My men are ready to give their lives under your command."
"It is decided then.
We will unite all Gilneans and drive the Forsaken from our lands."
A bond stronger then law brings the former friends, former enemies now so much closer.
Gilneas, worgen or not stands together while we move our people through the blackwald but
as you might imagine, Godfrey isn't too happy about all of this.
He has no love or trust for the worgen, in his eyes they're cursed beasts and now his
own king is one of them.
He travels together with Genn, a man that he once thought he knew.
a proud, fierce and intelligent man.
A man who made bold choices for the good of his people despite what others thought.
A man like his father.
A patriot, but that man is dead.
There was a time when we were of like minds, you and I.
Two compatriots strengthening a nation we loved.
There was a time when we hunted vile worgen, shot them dead without a second thought, and
now you've all but taken them in as family.
See, you're the traitor and you always told me that traitors must be punished.
The only way to counter the forsaken threat is to negotiate with them.
In order to negotiate, I need to possess something they want, and now I do.
So get settled, majesty...
The royal alchemist Krennan is tossed out of the vehicle and lets us know what's going
on.
With a potion of his design, one that grants us stealth, we assassinate the traitorous
lords and save our king.
"No, I'd sooner die then have one of your kind as a king."
And he's not kidding either, Godfrey runs off the cliff and ends his life only to be
later resurrected by the Forsaken but that's a different story.
A few days later, outside of Gilneas, Genn has a talk with his son Liam as he confesses
that he was the one who told Arugal to summon the worgen.
The prince had told his father before and now says it again, in his mind there's nothing
to forgive.
'We'd never spoken of it and some things aren't always easy for me to communicate
Genn said.
I've never told you I love you, son...I've never said those words.
But I mean them every day."
While we help out the people with fighting off some of the forsaken troops at Emberstone
mine and village, in the comics Genn bears his soul.
He reveals to them, despite the fear of his people rejecting him as a leader, he shows
them all what he has become.
He is a worgen but for them he is still their king and together, with every available gilnean
rallied and armed, the battle for gilneas is upon us.
Time for those forsaken predators to become the prey!
"The forsaken think we're weak.
A broken people.
They think we'll roll over like a scared dog.
How wrong they are.
We will fight them in the fields until the last trench collapses and the last cannon
is silenced.
We will fight them on the streets until the last shot is fired.
And when there's no more ammunition, we'll crush their skulls with the stones that pave
our city.
We will fight them in the alleys, until our knuckles are skinned and bloody and our rapiers
lay on the ground shattered.
And if we find ourselves surrounded and disarmed...wounded and without hope...we will lift our heads
in defiance and spit in their faces.
But we will...NEVER SURRENDER!!!!!!
FOR GILNEAS!!!!!!"
"Abominations are blocking the way towards the military district!
This won't be easy."
"The villagers were thankful to have Emberstone back.
They brought us a little something to help against the Forsaken!"
"You're a sight for sore eyes, Lorna.
Let's get those cannons manned!
The rest of you, lure the abominations into the open!"
The battle for gilneas takes us back to where it all began as we follow Liam through the
cities, taking one distract back at a time.
Together with Crowley's forces we take out Gorerot until the banshee queen herself becomes
our next target.
"Let us join your father's forces, Liam.
They'll need our help against Sylvanas."
"Block their retreat Liam!
We've got them right where we want them!"
"SYLVANAS!!!!!!!!"
This is actually after Sylvanas tossed herself from the top of icecrown and returned to lead
her people in this war, a war ordered by Warchief Garrosh Hellscream.
She was going to do this her way though, the forsaken are no longer arrows in a quiver,
now they're her bulwark against the infinite, the hell she saw when she ended it and she
will let no one carelessly toss away her defenses.
Our prey may be cornered, but the banshee queen did not come unprepared.
"FATHER!!!!"
"LIAM, NOOOOO!"
"We did it...father...
We took back our city.
We took back..."
That arrow was not meant for Gilneas her favorite son, but Liam took it for his father all the
same.
We do not have the luxury of grief while the enemy still breathes gilnean air.
Crowley is ready to strike and we must track her down while we still have the banshee queen's
trail.
This leads us back into Light's dawn cathedral where we find out some disturbing news.
"It appears you're losing control of Gilneas, Sylvanas.
Garrosh fears he's going to have to carry out this invasion himself."
"You can assure Garrosh that this is a minor setback.
Our victory in Gilneas will be absolute."
"You sound very confident, your Majesty.
I seriously hope you do not plan to use the Plague.
Garrosh has explicitly forbidden it."
"You'd do well to watch your tone, General.
Neither you nor Garrosh have anything to worry about.
We've ceased all production of the Plague, as he ordered.
We'd never deploy it without his permission."
"I will deliver my report to our leader, then.
By your leave, my lady."
"Go with honor, general."
"My Lady!
Should I order my men to stop the deployment of the Plague?
Or are we to continue as planned?
" "What kind of question is that?
Of course we're deploying the Plague as planned.
Let the Gilneans enjoy their small victory.
Not even their bones will remain by tomorrow.
" "As you wish!'
Despite Garrosh telling her no to, Sylvanas is planning to turn Gilneas in a plague infested
hellhole and a choice has to be made.
It's Genn's most difficult choice of his life.
He wants swift and brutal vengeance for the death of his only son, but that would not
be honoring his memory.
Liam has always cared for the people first and foremost and so will his father.
While we fly out on a captured bombing bat and unleash some hell upon those who seek
to bring the plague to our people, the rest of gilneas evactuates.
We follow shortly after through the tunnel but in our hurried escape for safety, we disturbed
the resting homes of our ancestors.
A grave sin, the stampede of people fleeing from the tunnels have unearthed the mementoes
buried with the fallen so we collect them, offer them at Aderic's tomb where we also
put Liam to rest.
Cinematic: "May the light bless the spirits of our
ancestors, for they've chosen to allow my son to rest upon this holy ground.
It is here, surrounded by the heroes and patriots of Gilneas where he belongs."
"You were a true man of the people, Liam.
Unlike any Royal I ever met.
We'll make them pay for this."
"Gilneas will remember your courage forever, Liam."
"We'll return, Liam.
I swear this to you."
One day Liam, one day we'll return but for now Gilneas must be abandoned.
Thankfully the night elves have made good on their promise and Admiral Nightwind has
shown up with vessels to get us out of here.
While they make ready to set sail, we buy some time by taking out the unrelenting horde
and we blow up their airship so they can't murder us from the sky.
Lorna Crowley: "Attack!"
"Secure the rafters" "I want 2 sharpshooters to stay behind and
cover the deck.
Everyone else, use the ropes to rappel down.
Let's give them hell!"
Repel down unto Gunship "Hands up, greenskins!
My men will give you your new bearing.
You try anything funny and we'll fill you with lead."
"The rest of you, follow me downstairs!"
"We've got the explosives in the furnace room.
Just hold them off now!"
Korm Bonegrin shows up "That's ... one big orc."
"It's about to blow, jump on the wyverns!"
It's about time to get out of here, if we leave now we'll leave the forsaken fleet
in the dust.
Now for the players the journey is quite uneventful while the trip in the story took quite a bit
longer and had some difficulties because of the cataclysm.
Greymane is on a ship with Talar Oaktalon who offers him a hand to get out of bed since
the king's body is still hurting from the lost battle for gilneas.
"This old king needs not your help or anyone else's to leave a bed, Talar Oaktalon.
Of that I am still capable."He brought himself to his feet, embracing the wave of agony that
splashed his back.
The old teachings of his father are a big part of Greymane's character and motivation,
but trying to do it all on his own is what got him into this mess to begin with.
That would soon enough become clear to him as a massive storm with waves three times
the size of giants caught their ships at sea.
This was no natural storm, these were the aftershocks of Deathwing breaking out of the
world and causing the cataclysm.
Their plan was to form a massive flotilla, binding their ships closely together, that
way they all had a better shot of fending off the brutal storm than each ship would
have on its own.
Genn noticed that Elune's Radiance, the ship carrying his wife and daughter was still
unaccounted for.
Demanding a spyglass from a night elf sailor, he peered through the glass and saw that Elune's
radiance was guiding a damaged ship.
Another wav, eighty feet high hit them hard.
Genn could see the wave roll further, towards the vessel carrying what he held most dear
in life.
Before anything could be done, the surge crashed into the lumbering vessels and the two transport
ships collided into each other.
Despite the horrific storm Talar quickly called for rescue vessels and Gen wanted to come
with.
That's not something they could allow, it was their mission to get the king and his
people to darnassus safely and they couldn't risk his life.
It was a dangerous task, but they were all that Genn had left.
He could not stay...He could not.
This was his family.
He owed them much.
Even now, with their world shattered to pieces, even accounting for every foolish choice he
had made, Mia and Tess still believed in him and supported him.
He took a deep breath and let out a roar.
He could feel the change, his body expanding, his hair rapidly growling, his face extending
into a grizzled muzzle.
In his worgen form he jumped from the side of ship, dropped down into the lifeboat and
joined the mission, a good thing too since by the time they reached Elune's radiance,
his wife and daughter were nowhere to be found.
He moved inside the ship, despite Talar's warnings and first he found a group of sailors
trapped behind some wreckage.
Not even his worgen might was enough to move it on its own, but together, combining their
forces, he was able to get them out.
They told him that his wife's cabin was much lower and with that, Genn released his
grip and let himself drop down, through the hall and through the smoke of the fire.
'Help us!'
It was a woman's voice, it was Mia's voice.
Genn knew it instantly.
He reached out his hand, clasping a doorframe, stopping his fall.
"I am coming, my love!"
Turns out that when the ship crashed a dresser fell on Mia's leg, shattering it and Tess
couldn't leave her mother behind.
Mia even told them to both just go, to leave her behind but Genn wasn't hearing it.
"Shhhh... there no, my love.
I will get you of here.
You must hold on."
Through her pain, she gave him the wide-eyes smile that always brightend up her entire
face and crinkled her button nose.
It was the smile that had made him fall in love with her all those years ago when they
had first met at the Royal Aderic Banquet.
She was going into chock from the pain, but her smile was still radiant.
"Grab onto my back, Daughter.
We must make haste!"
Tess wrapped her arms around his burly frame, and with a focus he had not felt in days,
Genn charged into the smog, holding onto Mia with every fiber of his being.
The decks were virtually flooded, and the hallway leading toward the bow was submerged.
With one arm he pulled himself forward, lumbering upward, with Tess helping to hold onto her
mother.
Slowly but surely Genn willed himself and his family onward, fighting against the rising
water.
The ship was plunging deeper and time was on his side.
With one last burst of energy he raced as fast as he could toward the exit.
Outside of the porthole he could see the lifeboats huddled close together, receiving the final
few survivors.
"Talar!
The queen is injured.
You must help her and the princess!"
Genn yelled, his voice bullying its way through the winds.
"Drop them down.
I will retrieve them!
We can heal her!"
Talar shouted back impressed with what he was seeing.
Genn looked to his left and right.
These two women were what he had to live for now.
No nation, no son.
They were his everything.
Despite the pain that was sure to come, Mia told him that she could endure any pain as
long as he was near her.
She was dropped and Tess quickly followed, Greymane was about to pull himself out but
then a massive vacuum pulled him from below.
As if janked by some great force beneath, the Elune's Radiance jetted downward.
Genn's eyes went wide as he was knocked back instantly, tumbling down the cabin into
the flooded hallway, a suction pulling him down, down into the guts of the drowned ship.
He fought the pull behind him with everything that he had.
He fought the blackness in his mind that was trying to draw him under with equal force
as the water.
Opening his eyes he could see an extended violet hand reaching through the window.
It was Talar, his other hand holding the window frame tight as the currents tried to yank
him inside.
Genn looked right into the glowing eyes of the night elf, then down at the outstretched
hand.
Talar had come for him.
He had risked his life to rescue a man he barely knew and barely liked.
With one final act of exertion, summoning every ounce of strength he could, Genn launched
himself forward, his own hand reaching until it clasped Talar's right grip.
And then....everything went black.
Genn woke up on the ship with Talar with him.
He was gratefull for the night elf saving his life and had come to understand that his
son would have made a fine king, a better one than the stubborn old man he was.
The prince understood that there are always other ways to consider, that differnet times
call for different actions.
Perhaps, we all can consider other ways, Talar said.
Your people are stubborn, and so are you, but without that trait many of the sailors
would not be alive today.
He offered a hand again to help Genn out of bed, but this old king needs not your help
or anyone else's to stand up, Talar Oaktalon.
Tell me you did not forget this,' and he pulled himself up, wearing a sly grin.
Talar broke into hearty laugher "As you would have it, my friend."
Talar was still chuckling.
It was the first time Genn had heard the night laugh or seen him smile.
His whole body hurt, but his mind was cleared that it had been in weeks.
'You said to me that this Archdruid Stormrage believes my people will be an important asset
to the Alliance."
'That I did."
Perhaps he is right, then....Perhaps he is right..."
And that's how Greymane and the worgen completed their journey to the land of the Kaldorei
and were welcomed by Tyrande and Malfurion.
The old stubborn man has come to realize that accepting a hand from time to time, not being
stuck in your own mindset is of great value and will surely come in handy when they ask
for the Alliance to not only give them a hand, but open their arms and welcome them back
into the fold.
Varian Wrynn still remembers the man greymane used to be, but that's a tale we're going
to save for next week so as always thank you very much for watching everyone!
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