Warcraft Chronicles: The Wanderers of Azeroth​ ⁽⁵⁵⁾

The ship that would carry Leon back to Stormwind was a sturdy, broad-beamed merchant vessel named the Stormchaser. It sat low in the water, its hold packed with bolts of Theramore linen and crates of exotic spices from the south. The air around it smelled…

The three days in Theramore passed with a strange, suspended quality. Leon was housed in the barracks, a clean, orderly building that smelled of soap and polished leather. He was given three meals a day—simple, hearty fare like stew and bread—and a cot to sleep…

The sea was a vast, breathing entity that both terrified and fascinated Leon. The ship, a sturdy coastal trader named The Mermaid's Kiss, creaked and groaned as it rode the swells. The air was thick with the smell of salt, tar, and fish. For the…

The journey with the Theramore delegation was a world apart from the desperate flight through the wilderness. They moved at a steady, measured pace along the muddy track that skirted the edge of the Wetlands. Soldiers on horseback flanked the column, their eyes scanning the…

The journey south from Astranaar was a quiet, somber affair. The two Sentinels assigned to Leon moved with an effortless, ground-eating pace that forced him into a near-jog to keep up. They spoke little, communicating with subtle hand signals and the occasional low murmur in…