Four years have passed since what is now called “the Sunwell Crisis” - a time when the infamous Sunhawks, led by prince Kael’thas Sunstrider, attempted to summon the demonic Burning Legion into this world. In a desperate struggle the mad tyrant and his slavish loyalists were defeated - and a new age has begun for the elvenkind, one of recovery and prosperity.But you are ‘Lynestra Dawnstrider’, the last Sunhawk, hiding from the law in the land of human cutthroats. There, even those of them you've considered friends have revealed themselves to have dubious loyalties and secret agendas, while those that oppose you openly have turned out to be harboring shocking secrets. With Mercer's grimoire and his little book of secrets, you could very well be on the verge of ousting and destroying him, should you simply wish so - you just need to resolve the dwarf situation first.>Google document, constantly updatedhttps://docs.google.com/document/d/1-jPBo0HRy-9zORO12ZO325ka3L1e2Bsjrtzo9RDlO20/edit?usp=sharing>Twitter, because you have to have one these dayshttps://twitter.com/sunhawkqm>Previously, on the Last Sunhawkhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/5049040/
“Whit abit yer kin? Ye have a kin?”Kin..! The very memory of your brother, your only living kin, stung and hurt you in a way that almost made you forget about the the embarassment you’ve felt - almost. In another time, you would spend a minute feeling sorry for yourself - but right now, you were faced with a dwarf snarling at you and wincing in a manner that suggested silence was not a valid answer to his question. He would have little appreciation for dramatic pauses and enigmatic non-answers.“A brother, yes.”, you began. Then, in the same very breath, you’ve continued. “But he…”“Weel, hoo abit ah insult th' memory ay yer kin, loch ye insulted th' memory ay mine, eh?!”, the dwarf canted his head to the side and stared at you expectantly. You’ve waited out several seconds to make sure he’s done, and you may speak.“Well, since you ask…”, you raised your head.“Not glad yoo’ll be, ah bit. Ah bit yoo’d be screamin’ fur a duel or whit nae’, fur the achin’ honor of Brightblaze Cindersorraw, ur Longshanks Drearymug, ur Felflame Darkbad, ur whatever your fowk’s nam is.”You breathed in quickly, hoping to get a word in before he interrupted you:“My name…”“...bunch ay nonsense, aw ‘at. Changed th’ name of yer folk - fine, yoo’re blood elves now. Whit fur yer callin’ yoorselves Trueblade Scumvengeance? Ye want tae yell it tae th’ warld hoo tormented yer ur? Ye want revenge, go get revenge. Don’t greit tae be seen. Main hae bin wa ye allied wi’ th orcs tay - hey, watch at whit ye mistreated me intae!”You inhaled quickly and opened your mouth - but this time, it was just a test to see if the dwarf was going to speak over you loudly the moment you would. He did no such thing - so a moment later, you would raise your hand and inquired:“So, while I am deeply sorry for any offences against your kin I might have committed - although I’m still not certain what they are - your repeated insinuations that me, or my people, are somehow responsible for the deeds of the few… On that regard, I refuse to apologize. For indeed, they were the deeds of the few, not the many. You see, while the sun king was distracted with such minute matters as taming a hostile world and saving us all from extinction, he couldn’t manage every affair that was happening across the cosmos - so he had to delegate some responsibilities to a pack of jackals that stayed behind, in complete safety. His majesty would never stay behind himself, of course, he knew responsibility and honor, a true frontline general..."
"...risked his life for our people more times than I can count - unlike some others we both know. No, they would never be caught dead saving our people - they've had other important matters on their plate, such as squatting in the palace... In any case, some executive power and a significant deal of authority - a regency, even - had to be given to the people whom the king believed to be honorable men - and he had no way of knowing that power would corrupt them in an instant. Indeed, instead of governing in the interests of our people, they’ve abused the power his majesty has entrusted them with. The alliance with the orcs - the forsaken, really - that’s widely known to be Halduron’s doing, his ties to the former ranger-general are no secret, anyone who has a pair of eyes can see what happened there. They enriched themselves too, by the way, and fabulously so - the lord-regent does not have enough coin for an infirmary on the Falconwing square, but for his good co-conspirator Rommath and his friends in Dalaran, there’s funding to refurnish half the city. These were top-down decisions, every single one of them - made without the sun king’s knowledge and consent. Had he been on the throne in practice, and not merely de jure, none of the offences you speak of would have ever happened - and neither would many other things. So if you wish to lay blame on someone, master dwarf - I can give you names.”For the first time in some time, you laid your eyes on the wildhammer and saw that he was still listening, with his eyes wide open, and this strange expression on his face, a strange mix of fascination, confusion, bewilderment and shock. Either the tale you were spinning touched him to the very core of his being, or you may have been speaking just a little too long, and a little too passionately.>”...Lor’themar, Halduron and Rommath, not me. And maybe Aethas as well, his involvement is not quite as direct, but there are some very interesting coincidences involved in…”>”And by the way, “Cindersorrow” is a perfectly good name. I would go by that.”>”Anyway, I think I’ve made my point.”>”You look like you have a question, master dwarf. Go ahead.”>”Apologies, politics tend to wind me up. I’ll get off the soapbox.”>I may have gotten a little passionate, but this was the detailed explanation that the situation called for. I apologize for nothing.>He looks confused. Very well, let me repeat from the beginning.
>>5118805>”Anyway, I think I’ve made my point.”>”Apologies, politics tend to wind me up. I’ll get off the soapbox.”>”You look like you have a question, master dwarf. Go ahead.”Yes! It’s back, I’ve been waiting for it.
>>5118805>”...Lor’themar, Halduron and Rommath, not me. And maybe Aethas as well, his involvement is not quite as direct, but there are some very interesting coincidences involved in…”>He looks confused. Very well, let me repeat from the beginning.The truth needs to be told! Wake up, people!
>>5118805>>”...Lor’themar, Halduron and Rommath, not me. And maybe Aethas as well, his involvement is not quite as direct, but there are some very interesting coincidences involved in…”>>”You look like you have a question, master dwarf. Go ahead.”
>>5118805>”...Lor’themar, Halduron and Rommath, not me. And maybe Aethas as well, his involvement is not quite as direct, but there are some very interesting coincidences involved in…”After a while...>”Anyway, I think I’ve made my point.”>”You look like you have a question, master dwarf. Go ahead.”And jeez, we really went on a whole minutes long monologue there, huh?Welcome back SunhawkQM, I've been eagerly awaiting your return. I trust your holidays were pleasant?
>>5118805>>”And by the way, “Cindersorrow” is a perfectly good name. I would go by that.”Great to see you back.
>>5118805>”...Lor’themar, Halduron and Rommath, not me. And maybe Aethas as well, his involvement is not quite as direct, but there are some very interesting coincidences involved in…”>”Apologies, politics tend to wind me up. I’ll get off the soapbox.”
>>5118805>”...Lor’themar, Halduron and Rommath, not me. And maybe Aethas as well, his involvement is not quite as direct, but there are some very interesting coincidences involved in…”>”Anyway, I think I’ve made my point.”>”You look like you have a question, master dwarf. Go ahead.”
“Ah…”, the dwarf meekly tried to speak up.“...Lor’themar, Halduron and Rommath - and not, I would like to press this, me. Maybe one can include Aethas into this list - while on the surface he looks like a self-made man, with some tensions between him and the rest, one can definitely see how desperately he’s trying to sit on both, equally corrupt, chairs - the regent’s cabal and the Kirin-Tor, that is. His status definitely improved lately, and the fact that he still boasts power and influence after the Bell fiasco, it’s definitely curious. One would think there would be some controversy, but of course, the lord-regent only saw a very convenient opportunity to whip up some jingoistic fury to justify the current alliances. Not entirely unwarranted, mind you, but it’s both amusing and tragic how eagerly the elvenkind devoured the propaganda slop being fed to them, instead of asking any questions about the Sunreaver involvement in the debacle. I vividly recall the article I’ve read on the day of…”You blinked then, only now seeing that the wildhammer has feebly raised his hand. “Yes, master dwarf?”, you inhaled and raised your chin. “Do you have a question?”“Aye. Ah think sae.”, Angus spoken a little bit quietly, with the tone of someone devoid of hope. “Sae, ur ye usually…”He didn’t finish, but only vaguely huffed and looked into the distance, digging into the ground with his foot. “I’m not clairvoyant, master. If you could, perhaps, finish the question…”“Ah…”, the dwarf opened his mouth again. He was uncertain, concerned and most of all - caught off-guard, all three things you could feel he rarely was. “Ye know, forgit abit it. Ah dorn’t want tae ken.”You narrowed your eyes, trying to see if he was laughing at you. Then you turned your head towards Tzerak, still towering over both of you, to make sure he was not giving you attitude either - as you noticed how the dwarf briefly looked in his direction. The demon remained stoically stone-faced - or at least adopted this expression once you’ve turned.“In any case…”This was it. The dwarf was too broken and too tired to resist, which meant you finally had the initiative. This was the moment. You could very well ask or say anything, and he would go along with it, as long as it rids him of having to participating in more political discourse - at least until he recovers, and remembers that you’re an unwanted guest, and he has no obligation of tolerating you.>[Write-in]
>>5120933>"... master dwarf it seems clear to me that I am standing before a formidable fighter and while we are not terribly far away from dwarfish holdings,it still strikes me as odd to have met you here alone. Your earlier words seemed to suggest another reason for your solitude, one going beyond a simple personal preference. Now master dwarf I understand if this subject matter is perhaps a bit too personal, but given our different yet somehow I feel similar circumstances I must inquire what twist in the weave of fate could have brought you this deep into Alterac"
>>5120933Ask him if he’s to share a swill of his beer
>>5120933>"Now that we have reached something of an understanding, mayhaps we could sit somewhere before we continue this conversation. My bad leg is giving me a difficult time after today's excitement, and I would prefer to speak with you in a less confrontative setting."
>>5120933Supporting >>5120972 and >>5121056>Briefly glance up to check where the sun is in the sky, we weren't rambling for hours were we? Sometimes it gets hard to keep track of the time.
EX 2, MOV 2, TWI 1, PRU 3, MND 2, DZL 1Stress: UnmovedConsequences: Walking on the sunshine.Fate Points: 1You briefly glanced upon the sky, as you paused. The burning celestial ball has moved since the last time you’ve remembered it - so you really did lose the track of time in all of the excitement. While the roof over your head for the night was not strictly mandatory, it was desirable - and you’ve not yet decided if you’ll be returning to Strahnbrad this day. “...I have a bad leg, master dwarf.”, you’ve spoken. Your left hand gestured to it, while your right still held onto the cane. “Could we, perhaps, sit down, so it can get some rest? Maybe we could speak more then.”“Ye want tae come intae mah hoose again?”, the dwarf opened his mouth. There was a bit of fear in his tone, before he regained a bit of his strength and violently shook his head. “Nae! Nae efter th' lest time. An' if yoo're gonna gab again, ah am probably gonnae go barmy!”First of all, calling his dwelling a “house” was rather charitable. Secondly… “Then maybe you’ll talk this time, I’ll listen.”, you raised your hand in a gesture of peace. “I get the feeling that we are not so different, you and I…”You’ve always wanted to say this exact phrase.“...and maybe it wasn’t an accident that we’ve met. What do you say, master Angus?”The dwarf thought on the matter for a moment - and from the fact that he seemed to lack the theatrical mannerisms, it must have appeared to be some genuine doubt in his mind.“Ah say nae!”, he replied stubbornly, beginning to head further into your direction, or more specifically - past you.While he did continue refusing you, you were not at all convinced his attitude was coming from a place of reason, rather than some good, old-fashioned dwarven stubborness. You’ve said a lot to mend whatever was between you. What you needed was just one final push.>[Prudence] How do I make him finally let bygones be bygones? >[Mind Palace] What about dwarven hospitality? Do I know enough about wildhammer culture?>[Twilight] I’m a wounded veteran. He would never be able to live with himself, if he turned me away. >[Dazzle] “You’ve asked me earlier, if I have kin.”>I’ve never said that I want to sleep under his roof. Maybe we could talk outside.>This is not a good idea.
>>5123664>[Prudence] How do I make him finally let bygones be bygones?
>>5123664>I’ve never said that I want to sleep under his roof. Maybe we could talk outside.
>>5123664>[Prudence] How do I make him finally let bygones be bygones? This is what Prudence is for, insight and cultural knowledge.
>>5123664>>[Dazzle] “You’ve asked me earlier, if I have kin.”Nothing like a good sob story
Rolled 1, 4, 6, 1 = 12 (4d6)There has to be something.(Prudence +3)
Indeed, there is. In fact, the solution was so simple, it’s a mystery how it didn’t occur to you earlier. No words could mend the rift between you - it was time for action.“What if I bring you something to drink?”, you spoke into his back, as he was shuffling towards the ruin, two baskets in hands. That got his attention. The dwarf turned and huffed, raising his heavy brow:“Ye think ye can buy me wi' a mug ay ale?”You’ve thought on the trick question for a second or two, before bluntly nodding:“Yes, I think so. Can I?”The wildhammer suddenly let out a genuine, heartfelt chuckle, touched to the core by your unabashed sincerity. A piece of his picked treasure spilled out of the woven wicker, as he wiped his lips and shook his head:“Fine!”, he shook his head, leaning in to open the trapdoor, so he could slip inside whatever dungeon he dug out in the cellar. “Gonna ponder it. But yoo're better brin' a lot mair than a mug. An' yoo're nae gonna tooch it.”You knew it. Even if he traded with someone to get alcohol - the second most essential component of dwarven life - just after air, the prospect of getting some for free was a lot different. There was just one insignificant detail when it came to this deal…“Well, I can’t bring it to you right now, but…”“That's yer trooble, nae mine.”, by now, you could see only a part of the dwarf’s hairy arm, as most of him has already climbed outside of your line of sight. It closed the trapdoor with a loud noise, and that was almost the last you’ve heard of him. “Come back when yoo've got it.”What a fruitful meeting with this most interesting dwarf. A wildhammer, even! Their exploits during the Third War were one thing, but Angus spoke true - your people were close friends until the very recent times. Maybe in these strange parts, they could be again. A dwarf friend was the best one could possibly have - their people were plainly incapable of treachery.However, it did not seem like you were going to get much more out of him just yet. Which posed a little bit of a problem - returning to Strahnbrad would probably mean running into Mercer, and you weren’t quite sure if you were ready just yet. You weren’t sure of a lot of things, you thought to yourself, as you once again sat against the tree trunk with your spoils of war in hand.One thing you were certain of...
>His irrational hatred for me aside, we have a lot in common - we are both opposed to the Shadow Council, to start. We should be on the same side.>He’s clearly hiding his dark knowledge, even from the duke. He’s paranoid and unstable, and there’s a great greed in him. He needs to go down for the sake of everyone else.>I’ve never had any intentions of being his enemy - but clearly, he’s not as noble. I am through with turning the other cheek.>I was fine with our petty rivalry, but when he involved Brooks into his schemes, he made it personal. >It doesn’t matter what he did or didn’t do - I’ll show him to be a traitor, and then he’ll hang. He should not have crossed me.>It’s important to stay true. My opinion, and my actions, will be largely defined by whether or not I’ll find the evidence of guilt.>Personal feelings and silly idealism don’t factor into this. This writing will provide me an angle, and I’ll use it, no matter what it is. >[Write-in]
>>5125187>His irrational hatred for me aside, we have a lot in common - we are both opposed to the Shadow Council, to start. We should be on the same side.
>>5125186>Personal feelings and silly idealism don’t factor into this. This writing will provide me an angle, and I’ll use it, no matter what it is.
>>5125187>I’ve never had any intentions of being his enemy - but clearly, he’s not as noble. I am through with turning the other cheek.
>>5125187>It’s important to stay true. My opinion, and my actions, will be largely defined by whether or not I’ll find the evidence of guilt.His opposition to the Shadow Council may align his interests with ours eventually, but regardless of his experience and skill at arms, he is a petty conjurer at best and allying with or blackmailing one man of his skill isn't worth crossing our host, the duke. Justice should be our priority, especially with how we encouraged the duke to act.If he is guilty of causing Jarad's death or that of others then he should be exposed and dealt with. If not, then perhaps we can tolerate one another. I am mad about Brooks, but it is entirely within reason for Brooks to follow her orders and for Mercer to be suspicious of us.I doubt we'll stare down Mercer and blackmail him though, he isn't afraid of us, especially if he actually did kill Jarad, he probably will just resort to violence. Not to mention I honestly think that he has every advantage if we were to oppose him. Remember, we do not know that he is guilty yet. He is also a long serving retainer of the duke's bloodline, at least outwardly, who would the duke trust, us or him, it is an easy question to answer. Finally, in a fight, remember, he has that armour which will give him...I can't remember...but like +2 or 3, he'd fuck us up unless we fought him with our summons and no other intervening help for him - which we cannot count on as he is also a warlock and a leader of men besides - and it'd still be a tossup.Please reconsider.
>>5125264alright I change my vote >>5125209to this, mostly because I was already considering it and the vote seems pretty split so far.
>>5125187>It’s important to stay true. My opinion, and my actions, will be largely defined by whether or not I’ll find the evidence of guilt.Mercer has called us a gnat, a drunk, and a lecherous whore, and only most of those things are true. Our reward for meekly offering an olive branch to that deplorable man has been hateful insult after hateful insult. He is, for lack of a better term, a bully. Earlier we wisely walked away from a confrontation because we had nothing on him (except, perhaps, a higher total lung capacity), but we've been making steady progress on that front, and the paranoid scribbles in his journal prove that he is more vulnerable than we initially thought. Still, the time has not yet come for our sweet, syrupy, venomous, petty revenge. One day, we might finally have enough influence to throw a collar around his neck and walk him around like a dog while that woman of his watches. For now, though, the best thing we can do is act demure and try to win the duke's favor.
>>5125419>Mercer has called us a gnat, a drunk, and a lecherous whore, and only most of those things are true.lol, great line>>5125187>>Personal feelings and silly idealism don’t factor into this. This writing will provide me an angle, and I’ll use it, no matter what it is.
>>5125187>>It’s important to stay true. My opinion, and my actions, will be largely defined by whether or not I’ll find the evidence of guilt.
…is whenever you were unsure what to do, you could always rely on the teachings of the greats - two men, who have never once in your life steered you wrong. One of them was, of course, was his majesty, the Sun King - while the other was your uncle. You remembered one time early in your life, a rare occasion when you’ve seen your brother before your adult years. He has briefly returned from the border to spend his leave with his only family - you remembered well how clean his armor was, and how cleanly shaven and groomed he looked. He ruffled your hair, asked you how is your learning going, and listened to you for a whole hour, when you rambled about this one book you’ve read, even though he could not care less about the adventures of princess Callista and her woodland friends - far from the last time in your memory, when he only pretended to care. At the dinner, he talked to you less - his other kin was the real reason he came home. He spoke a lot with your uncle about matters that seemed immensely boring to you at the time. Even though now you knew better, you could not remember the specifics of it, no matter how hard you tried. It was something about him being wronged or passed over for a promotion… Either way, he kept nagging about it in that tone that made it clear - he expected help here, something far more than a simple word of encouragement. He was offered advice and wisdom, but Auberon seemed more concerned about getting his due - and getting even, with or without his kin’s help. In a particularly shocking moment, he huffed and loudly spat out: “I should kill him for this!”. That part, you remembed it well. Anyone would. Your brother immediately turned away, regretful and ashamed of what he just said. But your uncle didn’t even raise a brow. He was rarely the one to openly speak judgements. He only nodded sagely and spoke in this wise tone that would forever stick in your memory, he spoke those exact words: “My boy, sometimes one can be so blinded by the desire to win, you forget about what’s truly important”. He paused for a moment, and then asked: “What of your honor?”. It wasn’t a particularly world-shattering revelation, but the context, and the sympathetic, knowing tone with which those words were said, somehow manage to make them the most powerful words in the world. Auberon only opened his mouth, closed it, pursed his lips together and nodded. He remained with you for the rest of that day, looking strangely both defeated and relieved. He never spoke of this matter again, no matter how much you asked, and you would never learn just what managed to sow such anger in his heart, that he spoke of death so easily.
Mercer was, without a doubt, a blight upon your miserable existence. You’ve done him no wrong, but only made every attempt to respect his authority. Whatever slight against himself or the people of Alterac he imagined, you’ve not done it, and he knew it, yet every day, he made it ever more clear how badly he wanted you gone… Or worse. Was that a reason enough for drastic actions? Would framing him for the slaying of Jarad, even if he did no such thing, be understandable? Perhaps. Many in your place would take the first opportunity to make sir Egmund regret every word out of his mouth, especially when the opportunity so grand presents itself. But that wasn’t you. Scheming against a fellow officer - even though you were barely on the same side - would be simply unworthy. It didn’t matter how loud-mouthed Mercer was. The land that gave you refuge was now in a state of war - and he was almost definitely a vital asset of the war effort. As long as he remained such, as long as you had no definite, solid proof of treachery, something both you and the duke would definitely believe... Searching someone else’s quarters for the evidence of a murderous plot was one thing. Plotting murder yourself, because someone was rude to you, was slightly different. That wasn’t the way you were raised.Still, it was difficult to believe that someone who so meticulously collected his thoughts into a journal - and took such extreme length to hide said journal - has managed to write down nothing incriminating. As you flipped through the pages of his little book of secrets, you’ve noted several things - first of all, he had a surprising love for numbers. Whole pages of his journal were dedicated to nothing but numbers in relation to names, most of which you didn’t recognize. What did they mean? Gambling debts? Bribes? Both? You didn’t know yet, but somehow you doubted that even Mercer could claim with a straight face that those were birthday dates. Secondly, occasionally sir Egmund wrote things down in what was clearly a cipher. It wasn’t often - understandably. You yourself could testify that working with ciphers could be a royal pain, even if they were your own - but one could only imagine what he was trying to hide. After all, that was the last line of defense - at this point, he assumed that his journal was already in the hands of his enemies.
In part, however, you got lucky. Very lucky - Mercer has thoughtfully kept everything on the matter of a few names mostly in the same sections. All of them were particularly cipher intensive. The young duke, the old duke, lord Perenolde, lord Falconcrest, Jarad, Church, Brooks, Nagaz, as well as someone only named “Elysa”. Another glance at the sun spared. You’ve had time to research at least a few of those names, before you needed to even consider such things as food, rest, shelter or your triumphant return to Strahnbrad. And if this matter was really only about justice for the slaying of Jarad, you only needed one. >[Pick three]
>>5131161>The young duke, Elysa, Brooksnot particularly interested in the past right now, not when what we are looking for is likely in the present or near future. Now I don't think he is a traitor but he might have written something about the young duke we can use.Elysa might be us, but even if that is not the case learning about a new figure in all of this could be useful.Brooks now this is a personal matter entirely and I understand if the others decide that we have more pressing matters to attend to, however knowing definetively on whose side she is could be more valuable than petty politics at this moment.On an unrelated note perhaps if the elves spent less time polishing their armor and actually guarding the border they wouldn't have lost Quel'thalas in the first place.
>>5131161>Jarad>The young duke>ElysaTempting as the idea of reading gossip to get dirt on people we know is, it might be more prudent to look for any clues that can help us decide what to do next in our investigation. Learning about Jarad is a must, since we still know precious little about him, and a detailed if biased perspective can help us going forward. The duke is at the center of everything that happens here, so there could be some information pertaining to him that can help us. Elysa is a gambit, though that may be the woman that we passed over in Mercer's house, and really, the only person that we know absolutely nothing about from that list.
>>5131157I'll admit it may not have been the wisest thing for me not to vote for Detective Dawnstrider but in fact The Nail when I chose to pursue truth, but as I said then and will say now, you'd want those bonuses more when lying and sabotaging then you would investigating, probably.>>5131161>Jarad, the Old Duke, ElysaThe core objective, the trusted friend he might've had a hand in murdering, and the mystery box.I think Jarad holds some of the same benefits that looking up Nagaz might reveal if he has Shadow Council connections and his hate for warlocks is feign or more complex than it appears. Looking him up is also the most immediately important.There have been some hints that he may have betrayed the old duke to the Alliance or helped kill him, at least if I remember correctly. If so, it would help us persuade the young duke to take action against him with a personal connection, or it could show Mercer to have been steadfast, at least in the past, which could help us trust him more assuming he isn't a murderer or doesn't try to kill us.The mystery box could just be his thoughts on his lover(?) and thus entirely pointless, but I think it is something interesting.I think looking up Church, Nagaz or Perenolde could hypothetically reveal information about Mercer's potential associations, or it may not. It'd also just be nice to know about these figures from another point of view.I think we already know he hates Falconcrest and that there isn't anything more there. I think Brooks and his relationship is simple, that of commander and loyal soldier, though obviously the Brooks connection is personal to us, it isn't as important in this limited time we have.
>>5131204>perhaps if the elves spent less time polishing their armor and actually guarding the border they wouldn't have lost Quel'thalas in the first place.That's fuckin' slanderous nonsense anon, are you some kind of traitorous fake-elf? I swear on me mum, you've got sum nerve bruv!But for real, did the elves not have good border security or something?
>>5131342I'll change my vote to >>5131457 as it has the same general idea and the votes seem to be split.
>>5131467>That's fuckin' slanderous nonsense anon, are you some kind of traitorous fake-elf? I swear on me mum, you've got sum nerve bruv!Just capable of self reflection, but I understand if that isn't viewed as a very elfish trait.>But for real, did the elves not have good border security or something?Given how they ditched their allies and bunkered down in quel'thalas and still lost both wars I would say so, can't even blame the incompetence of a certain ranger general on this one.
>>5131161>Jarad>The young duke>the Old DukeElysa might be the woman we saw sleeping, but it could also be his secret mistress. I think it is ultimately irrelevant to our investigation or interests.