Yrel's Chronicles: Prologue Months had passed since the war on Draenor ended and the Legion was defeated. The inhabitants of Draenor had dedicated that time to rebuild their homeland. While the war and fel influence had ravaged wilderness and cities alike, there was nothing that hard work, magic and a peaceful environment couldn't fix, and so it was that in...
It had been a wonderful fest. Orcs, draenei, arakkoa, ogers, and the many other races of Draenor had all come together to drink and sing to the end of the Burning Legion on their world. The alcohol was flowing in rough amounts, the food was delicious and prepared in the manifold traditions of all clans and tribes, the songs put forward by the most talented b...
Important Author's Notes Previous to the story: The First chapter of my ongoing story about Yrel's travels through Draenor set in the Warcraft Universe. If you want to learn more about it, please visit the Prologue chapter and its comments which offers information. Or refer to my profile where you can find more information about me and my work as well as...
"Anduin... is all of this true?" Velen asked, the shock plain in his purple eyes. The High King had returned to Stormwind ahead a literal army of draenei slaves yesterday and immediately sent for the prophet. As the leader of the draenei on Azeroth, his alter-ego on Draenor having sacrificed himself to cleanse K'ara, the same Naaru who was now linked and ens...
"Mooooooore," Baela gasped, feeling the cum leak from her well-fucked pussy. Her short, curvy body was forced into a constricted posture. With her master's strong arms reaching under her angled legs, elbows on the same level as her knees, and hands folded behind her neck, she was completely at his mercy. She could move her arms, wiggle her bum, but that was...
The trip home was eventless. No unforeseen weather, no attacks, just steady tides and constant fucking. They arrived in Stormwind to some confusion. Officially, Anduin was still sick and somewhere in his chambers. A ruse he wouldn't be able to pull a second time. He showed his face too often in Silvermoon to even attempt to keep his visit secret. That aside,...
"Are you sure this is what Khadgar intended?" Pinter asked from the saddle of her silverback Talbuk. Corneas sat high on his mount and stuck out his chest, the typical reaction Pinter had seen from the Night Elf whenever she or Mandala asked him something concerning the Archmage. "I speak only what the mage tells me," Corneas said. "If there's a possibilit...
Genn Greymane entered his chambers -- naked as the custom of Stormwind had become. It wasn't an impressive lodging, at least when it came to the dwelling place of a king. A bedroom, a study, a balcony and a bathroom, that was just about everything inside. Outside of a Gilnean flag, barely anything marked that Genn was living here. "You should decorate more,...
"Give me some room," Mandala said as she crouched over the broken corpse of Anna, the dead Worgen druid. The Saberon stood at her side obediently, watching her, comforting her as she examined. "Can't cast a simple resurrection spell?" Balthus asked with a cloth pressed to his bloody nose. Balthus was the Draenei priest who didn't quite see eye to eye with...
The Council of Six, Dalaran's governing body, was a gathering of six arch mages, one of which was the de-facto leader of the city-state. There were two most notable members amongst is rank as of that day. Archmage Khadgar, former student of Medivh, a man who had lived to age in reverse, at least in a slight way. When he had been in his twenties, the man had...