Warcraft Chronicles: The Wanderers of Azeroth​ ⁽⁵⁵⁾

The dwarven mining camp was a pocket of stubborn life hammered into the unforgiving stone of the mountain. Inside the main cavern, which served as their common hall, the air was thick with the smells of damp earth, coal smoke, roasting meat, and the sharp,…

Leon awoke to the sound of rain and a deep, bone-chilling cold. The meager shelter under the rock had done little to keep them dry. Kaelen was shivering violently, his skin clammy to the touch. His breathing was shallow and rapid. Infection and exposure were…

The soldier's name was Kaelen, a name that echoed the young mage apprentice Leon had met in Theramore, but this Kaelen was a world-weary guardsman with a family in Lakeshire. His gratitude was palpable, but so was his despair. "Lad, you're kind, but it's hopeless,"…

Dawn broke, grey and reluctant, over the rain-soaked hills. Leon emerged from his rocky crevice stiff and cold, his clothes still damp. The memory of the previous day's carnage was a fresh wound in his mind. He ate a small, tasteless piece of waybread, his…

The drizzle turned into a steady, cold rain that clung to the pine needles and dripped from the branches with a persistent rhythm. Leon pulled his cloak tighter, but the dampness seeped through, chilling him to the bone. The forest here in the foothills was…