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5、ow of twilight. “Tis always better to stand tall on your own. It is what separates the great from the meek.”His son, Genn, all of seven years old, pulled his outstretched hand back. He was sitting cross-legged on the cool stones of the recently built fortifications. The ramparts were impressive test
6、aments to the power of the nation, but to Genn, perhaps not nearly as impressive as the man standing in front of him.“Do you think all of this was built by asking the other kingdoms to lift us up?”The industrial towers of Gilneas City loomed below. It was a magnificent sight, for sure: large tiled r
7、oofs poised over cobblestone streets; shops, factories, and billowing smoke; it was truly a city with an eye toward the future, toward the potential of its people.“When I was a young prince, as you are today, my father would not have dreamed of this! But I did dream, and I struck out on my own, and
8、look at us now. All of it done without taking the hands of those in Stormwind or begging for aid from those in Lordaeron. And we certainly did not grovel to the long-eared arrogance of those demi-humans in QuelThalas.”Genn had heard the stories of Gilneas in the time before Archibald had taken the c
9、rown. It certainly was a nation of nowhere near the power it would rise to.“Now get up, boy. Get up, and dont ask me to help you again. Because all of this will be yours, and when it is, you must be ready.”“Tis yours, Father. Gilneas will always be yours.”Archibald smiled, his tone softening. “No, S
10、on. Princes grow into kings, and days fade into nights. This is the way of things. Come now, I daresay I can feel a chill in the air. We should feast. I do believe it is roast boar tonight.”Genn quickly pulled himself to his feet. Succulent swiftthistle boar, made by who Genn believed was the finest
11、 chef in all of Azeroth, was his favorite thing beneath the two moons.“Do you think therell be sauced apples with dinner, Father?”“If you want sauced apples, boy, you can have them. Such is also the way of kings and their progeny.”With that, the two made their way down the ramparts. The last hues of
12、 daylight screamed across the bruised sky.* * * * *The night elven transport ship rocked in the increasingly rough seas. With each nauseating sway the ancient wooden boards that first formed the ships imposing hull millennia ago let out warping creaks.In a musty cabin within, King Genn Greymane open
13、ed his eyes. The memory of his youth was still festering, still haunting him for reasons he did not quite understand. It wasnt the only one: streams of memory flowed into his mind these days, drowning his waking thoughts as if trying to convey some message he could not grasp. Memory was mysterious t
14、hat way, its own kind of magic, perhaps stranger and more powerful than the mighty arcane powers the hooded magi of Dalaran were so adept at wielding.He started to sit up, but pain forced him to ease back down onto the bedding. His body ached from the recent battle. The battle for his kingdom, the b
15、attle he had lost.He breathed into the discomfort and closed his eyes. Images came rushing back. A goblet clanking across a stone floor; Gilnean banners hanging proudly from a wall; his now-dead son, Liam, bleeding from his mouth and cradled in Genns arms.“Let me assist you, Lord Greymane. You have
16、been through much these troubled days.”Genns eyes sprung open. Before him was a night elfs purple hand reaching out. Talar Oaktalons words were spoken softly, but Genn knew better than to mistake their gentility for weakness.He was tall and adorned with ornate leather armor and robes made of silken
17、cloth of a color Genn hadnt ever seen before: a blue or maybe a green, he couldnt tell which. Beautiful plumage hung in tassels from the large staff in his other hand.Genn stared at the hand offered to him for the briefest of moments.“This old king needs not your help or anyone elses to leave a bed,
18、 Talar Oaktalon. Of that I am still capable.” He brought himself to his feet, embracing the wave of agony that splashed his back.Talar noticed Genns wincing and tried not to show his frustration before he spoke again. “I come with more poor news, honorable king. You are needed on the deck. Our dange
19、r persists!”* * * * *The torchlight flickered, bending shadows across the granite walls of Lordaerons royal guest quarters. Genn and several of the most influential Gilnean nobles had made the trip to answer King Terenass emergency summoning of the lords of Azeroth. Now it had only been hours since
20、theyd learned about the orcish Hordes conquering of Stormwind, about the dire times that might lie ahead. After a polite dinner with the various kings, Genn had retired to his quarters to consult with his fellow countrymen. It hadnt taken long for the arguments to begin.“These cursed green mongrels
21、could very well be at our doorstep if we do not act, Lord Greymane. We should join this Alliance. We must do what we can before these monsters tear through the other kingdoms lands and into our own.” Lord Crowley was a smart man, younger than Genn, and a bit less polished in the finer points of poli
22、tics, but many believed he was a noble with a bright future. He made his plea to the lords seated at the table with a fervor not often seen except from Greymane himself.“Indeed, Crowley. I do understand your fears here. I do. But these orcs, as theyre called, have come nowhere near our lands. Not a
23、drop of Gilnean blood has been shed. My heart bleeds for Stormwind, for young Prince Varian and this hero, Lothar. It truly does. But should I commit my people to a similar fate? Is even one Gilnean life worth sacrificing for a cause that does not affect him?” Genn was passionate. This orc menace wa
24、s something new and strange, but he wasnt altogether certain that this was a threat that his industrious people would have a problem putting in check on their own. The orcs were just brutes, after all. Demi-beings. Monsters.“Lord, as youve described, the other nations seem eager to assist. If Trollb
25、ane, Perenolde, and the rest partake, I do not know how we can rightfully call ourselves neighbors or friends if we do not join with them,” Crowley continued. Genn understood why he was so beloved. His words were spoken with acute vigor. There were no political angles at play - just a man concerned
26、for his fellow men. Genn respected him no matter how misguided he was. Crowley couldnt possibly understand the folly of his sympathy, what it could actually lead to. He did not see that his own people, above all else, needed to be accounted for first. He was young and newer among the nobility.“My fa
27、ther never thought that the future of our people was bound to which way Lordaeron, Stromgarde, and Alterac leaned. Some are strong, Lord Crowley, and some are weak. It is the way of things. We Gilneans are strong, and Gilneans must watch over our own pack first and foremost.” Genn had them now. He c
28、ould see the nodding heads. He could see the nobles imagining the first reports back from the front lines, the cries of mothers who had lost sons. He could see them actually weighing the cost in life that Terenas and Lothars request would bear.But then, a measured voice arose from the back.“On the o
29、ther hand, my lord. Perhaps to stay in the good graces of our sister kingdoms, ensuring that future trade and tariffs remain stable, we should send a small force. One to show them what even the slightest addition of the Gilnean military can do. We have our standing militia prepared to assault periph
30、eral enemies. Let us use it.”His name was Godfrey. Genn trusted his counsel but was always suspicious about his ambitions. Godfreys notion was not motivated by empathy as Crowleys was. It was a smart political play that ensured notoriety for Godfrey, the commander of that standing militia. But he ha
31、d a point: trade and tariffs did provide the kingdom with much revenue, and endangering those boons wouldnt be prudent.“It is a path that does have merit, my lord,” Baron Ashbury added. Ashbury was one of Genns most trusted friends. Genn had grown up with him; his father, Lord Ashbury the 1st, had h
32、elped Archibald build the nation up, and Archibald had always told Genn to trust in the Ashburys fidelity to the crown.“I will consider this course, Godfrey.”* * * * *Genn and Talar hurried up the winding staircase to the deck. A sense of urgency was in the air. Even so, Genn was amazed with how orn
33、ate these elven vessels were. So much artisanry crafted into every functional detail. The sheer size of the ship and its multiple levels was beyond even the ingenuity of his own people.“It seems Gilneans are quite stubborn, Lord Greymane.” Talars frustrations had increased over the last day or so.“I
34、t is a quality we have always admired about ourselves, good druid.”“Yes. I see that.”“You have been indeed courteous, Talar, but I would rather you speak as you truly feel. There has been a sense of great suspicion from you since we first met. Please do me the honor of being out with it.”“I apologiz
35、e if I seem so. I Azeroth is in dire peril, Your Majesty. It is a time that I fear we may not see through unless we stay truly bound. You are a ruler who chose to segregate your entire kingdom from the rest of your continent. You are a king who refused requests for aid over the years. You see, I am
36、a druid. I believe in the interconnectivity of all things. It is the way nature is shaped. An ecosystem. These choices are foreign to me.”“I owe much to you and your people, Talar. Perhaps our differences are great. But do not let them divide us.”Talar bowed his head gently. “They certainly shall no
37、t. Archdruid Stormrage believes that you and your people will be an important asset to the Alliance. I would not question his wisdom.”“An asset to the Alliance?” Genn was taken aback. “We owe your people a great debt, this is true but I cannot offer you or your leader any assurances as to whether or
38、 not we can rightfully participate in the business of your noble Alliance as an asset of any import.”“This is unfortunate to hear. But these are political matters. Our business is to survive this day.”The daylight outside was scarce. Shards of dulled illumination peeked through the clouds only to be
39、 devoured by the dark horizon. The fresh salt air filled Genns nose, and loud gulls squawked dreadfully in the distance.Dozens of violet humanoids busied themselves about, doing all they could to prepare their ship for what certainly appeared to be a massive storm. But among the purple he could see
40、his own people. Pink skin and then, of course, the worgen: lupine beast-men and women unwilling to adhere to the requests of their saviors.“As you can see, King, they intend to partake in preparations and ignore the orders given. They have refused my call for all non-deckhands to go below.”Near the
41、bow, Genn could see two Sentinels, beautiful warrior women, trying to pull a worgen away from working on the sail lines. It was not going well. The wolf-man was pushing a third night elf sailor back, infuriated at being yanked away.“You must understand that the mission we were sent on was not origin
42、ally to bring the remaining populace of a nation back to Darnassus. It was to assist with the worgen. We are already stretched thin. Look out there. This is no mere squall. We may be facing our greatest obstacle yet,” Talar continued.“Fair enough, Talar.”There were several more night elven ships in
43、the ocean surrounding the vessel. Genn knew that on one of them, the Elunes Radiance, were his wife, Mia, and his daughter, Tess: his family. It was strange for him, now, to think about family and not include his son. It hurt more than any physical pain hed endured his entire life. It hurt more than
44、 losing a kingdom.“The scouts return!” a lookout in the crows nest shouted, pointing toward the bleak sky.Three black smudges veered away from the storm-ridden gloom ahead. They came into focus slowly, no longer smudges, but giant storm crows flying at breakneck speeds toward Talar, their loud squaw
45、king a cacophony of urgency and, it seemed to Genn, fear.Then the massive crows morphed. Genn was still getting used to seeing this transformation. He had heard that druidism was practiced among some of Gilneass agrarian folk, but he hadnt been exposed to it until recently. The bird shapes twisted a
46、nd jerked, wrenching their anatomies into their more natural formsthose of kaldorei druids, two males and one female.Panic was written across each of their faces.“We must order the ships to take immediate action!” the female druid said.“The storm it it is like none I have ever seen. Waves three time
47、s the size of giants come with it. The sea boils with the frames of broken ships,” one of the males said. He was trying with all of his will to maintain composure, but his terror was apparent.“It is as I had feared,” Talar said. “Go now, hurry, warn the captains. A ship on its own will not survive.
48、Tell them that we must form a flotilla immediately!”Without hesitation the druids contorted into their storm crow forms before scattering out toward the other vessels. Genn could see the ocean roiling and black rain clouds smothering the sky not far ahead. He was not from seafaring stock, but the si
49、tuation, even to his limited nautical knowledge, looked severe.“This cursed black dragon still haunts us,” Talar said. It was the most emotional Genn had seen him in the days since they had barely escaped from Gilneas. “This Cataclysm the world still shakes; these storms have ripped apart the seas.”“Deathwing the Destroyer is a monster, no doubt but to imagine that beast caused this great Cataclysm t