Landan Wrynn. Adamant Wrynn. Llane Wrynn. Varian Wrynn. The line of Wrynn kings has led the nation of Stormwind through countless troubles, each time emerging from the ashes stronger and wiser for the hardship. But Varian, as Stormwind's king in an era of unprecedented chaos and disaster, has begun to focus on the other legacy of his predecessors: Wrynn kings have always met their end too soon, and it's never been fair or kind.
Stepping out into the hall, Varian noticed his guards were not at their usual stations. Is everyone preoccupied with Remembrance Day? Or is this something more sinister?
He crept carefully down the dim hall, entering the large and familiar throne room of Stormwind Keep, but now its towering walls seemed different—larger, more shadowed, and empty. From the distant stone ceiling, tarps hung like garish cobwebs, emblazoned with the golden face of a lion—the emblem denoting the pride and strength of the great nation of Stormwind.
In the gloom, Varian heard a muffled cry and then a sudden scuffle. His eyes darted to the floor, where a trail of blood clearly led to the center of the room. There in the murk, he could barely make out a frantic struggle between two figures. As his eyes adjusted, he could see one man on his knees, bloody and wounded, and standing over him was a harsh female shape looming in the blackness.
Blizzard Entertainment is proud to present the latest entry in the Leaders of Azeroth short story series: "The Blood of Our Fathers"!