If Sylvanas can get away with genocide as if nothing happened and rejoin the Horde, let’s do the same with Azshara.
Since we’ve been doing this nonsense and absurd writing for the last few expansions, we can atleast do it to favour both factions, right?
Azshara rejoins the Alliance, Alliance gets playable Naga with the ability to transform into night elves, Azshara gets her old night elf model back to fit in better and the Horde can have Mechagoblins.
If we ‘re going to forget about Sylvanas’ atrocities and that she killed and tortured innocents and children, we might as well give Azshara the same treatment in this massive pile of nonsense story.
Since Azshara didn’t torture innocents to oblivion in the maw, I think she’s more deserving of redemption than Sylvanas is
Since the current Night Elves also went extinct, maybe the Naga being able to transform back into Night Elves could help with repopulation!
Azshara joining the Alliance would mean putting her beneath someone else (in this case, the human regime). She would never allow herself to be bossed around.
I still hold out hope that my crazy fan-fiction/terribad rp comes true:
A crazy man can dream…
Voices echoed throughout the great hall of the War Room of Stormwind Keep, as the assembled heads of state argued back and forth regarding what actions they should take.
The words “Elves.”, “Naga”, and the name “Azshara” could be heard echoing through the hall as the argument went back and forth.
As always, King Genn Greymane argued for an aggressive approach, as Tyrande was nowhere to be found, and no word had reached them from Shandris or Malfurion regarding the initial reports that Naga had been sighted near the reclaimed outposts around Darkshore.
Moira was concerned that this may be another trap, and was loathe to send more than a token force to Darkshore, or the ruins of Astranaar. She repeatedly argued for the need to send their combined might directly to Mt. Hyjal, the new bastion of the Night Elves, and a far more defensible area while more intelligence poured in.
Prince Erazmin argued against both strategies, as the communications to Mt. Hyjal themselves had been severed, and this indicated either a surgical strike intending to cut off communications to force them to make a rapid move to reinforce Mt. Hyjal, and spring a trap elsewhere, or it was a concentrated and overwhelming force having taken Mt. Hyjal overnight, resulting in any reinforcements running into an ambush.
Matthias Shaw was about to provide an update on his estimate on when reliable intelligence would be arriving when the doors to the War Room opened suddenly, presenting extremely nervous Royal Guards.
The Royal Herald entered, bowed to the assembled leaders of the Alliance, glanced at the paper in his hand, and then rose and cleared his throat.
“My Lords, and Ladies… I do present to you… The Lady Azshara, Mistress of the Tides, and… Queen, once-more of the Empire of the Night.”
Heads glanced around, and the room suddenly grew charged as Anduin reached for Shamylane, Jaina picked up her Staff and it crackled into life, and Moira’s eyes began to glow with shadowy power. Genn Greymane took a cautious step, hand on sword hilt and ready to interpose himself between Anduin and whatever might come through that doorway as the cogs empowering Prince Erazmin’s arms spun up to combat speed.
Muradin Bronzebeard simply swiveled in his chair, crossed his arms across the flowing beard running down his chest, and narrowed his eyes.
High Exarch Turalyon seemed confused at first, but one glance at Alleria to see her concern at that name, and he steeled himself to be prepared for immediate violence.
As the Herald stepped aside, two large Naga bearing great tridents slithered through the double-doors. Their massive size dwarfing the inhabitants of the room as they entered, glanced around, and then moved themselves to the corners of the room to stand guard.
From down the hall they could all hear the clinking of chains, and the gentle, but sharp report of high heeled shoes upon the stone floor.
As the steps grew louder, the Naga standing guard then slowly lowered their great weapons to the floor, then stood as tall and straight, and unarmed, as they could.
Entering the room first, his wrists and neck in chains came none other than Malfurion Stormrage. He bore no physical injuries, beyond the hooded eyes bearing shame.
Following behind him came a tall Night Elven woman, dressed in a sleek dress that caught and reflected the lamplight like fish’s scales, that hugged and hollowed sensuous curves as long platinum-white hair flowed from her head like the smoothest silk.
As she entered, a small flick of her wrist sent Malfurion to his knees. Behind her entered Shandris Feathermoon, unchained, and bearing still Her sword and bow, though her head was bowed.
Before the room could drawn breath, that sensuous, melodic voice spoke.
“Greetings, my fellow nobles. Lords, and Ladies, young and… not so young, at least compared to me.” a brief smile crossed her serious face, “I am here to pay my respects to this… Grand Alliance, and take my place among you as ruler of the Kal’dorei, as a vassal state to the… what was it? Oh yes, to the High. King. of the Alliance” She bowed her head towards Anduin, then swept her arms out and knelt in a grand gesture.
“I swear, by my crown of Tides and Stars, that I will now and in the future be faithful to the lord or lady of the Grand Alliance, that I will repay kindness with kindness, loyalty for loyalty, and oath-breaking with wrath and vengeance. This I do swear of mine own sound mind, body, and sword.”
As one the entire room turned to look at Anduin.
“Is this… some kind of cruel jest, Azshara?” Anduin whispered to a room as silent as the grave, struggling to keep his voice in check.
“You bring our Ally, and dear friend Malfurion here in chains? What have you done!?” He thundered.
"Why… my gracious sovereign, I fully understand your concern. But truly… this is what happens when you abandon a throne for 10,000 years and hide in a temple, or " she glared malevolently to the side at Malfurion, and for a moment the veil of beauty slipped from her perfect features and her disgust and disdain were plain for all to see, “when you hide in a dream and neglect your responsibilities to your people.”
She paused, remaining on her knee.
“I assure you, my liege, my re-installment to power was quite peaceful, as this… squawking crow shall tell you of his own free will, as will Shandris who has been appointed supreme General of the Kal’dorei forces. I feel she proved herself quite competent and capable in Nazjatar. I do not hold grudges.”
Anduin looked to his left.
“Jaina?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“There is magic here, powerful magic, but there is no binding on his mind, and the only illusion here is upon her form.”
Moira also spoke.
“His mind be full 'o shame, but his mind be his own.”
Anduin nodded to Malfurion.
“Malfurion? What happened.”
“It… It is, as the Queen says. She came to Mt. Hyjal, and… she blanked out the magic relays and the portals. She told the people She had returned, that She would lead them again. They rejoiced”
“There there, that wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” a flick of her wrist sent the chains clattering to the floor, the sound harsh among the silence of the room.
“You may go, now, bird-man. Go and… Go find a tree somewhere, and heal it. The world could always use more trees.”
His head still bowed in shame, Malfurion left the room.
“My liege?” Azshara asked after several tense moments.
Anduin cleared his throat.
“Then… I. I as King of Stormwind, do accept your oath, I will repay kindness with kindness, loyalty for loyalty, and oath-breaking with justice from this day, until my dying day and the twilight of my heirs.”
Azshara rose then, and glanced around the room. She approached the stoic Muradin.
“I do apologize, my humble Dwarf-Lord. Might a Lady have a seat?”
He grunted, and stood. Gruff and violent at need, but no-one would ever accuse Muradin Bronzebeard of being impolite, even to his greatest enemy.
The Queen sat slowly and regally, crossing her legs in front of her.
“Now, then… What was this council called to discuss? This is going to be so much fun.”
Absolutely my favorite Race wish for Alliance and myself personally. Wouldn’t even require all that much of a lore twist…
The sheer self-parody of your histrionics makes me wonder if you even play your barely-out-of-Exile’s-reach Nelf. Pretty sure the last time I ran Darnassus for intro questing I was definitely over level 10.
Azshara definitely got a lot more elves killed than Sylvanas.
And as much as her warbringers short made me sad for the countless innocents who died because of her, she wasn’t exactly trying to save Zin-Azshari for selfless reasons
That was a long time ago though for the most part.
I think it’s feasible that Azsharas separation from nzoth could lend the naga the ability to shift back into nelf form. And their motives are not guided by old god wishes anymore.
The nelves are weakened and could use a Strong queen and even “corrupted night elves” to solidify themselves in a new home independent of storm wind.
I realize this is bliz writing we’re talking about…
But even if she was uncharacteristically forgiving…
I feel like having any elves, whether kal, shal, quel or sin, just suddenly bending the knee after they or their grandparents rebelled against her, effectively coming back crawling to her, just makes all elves look even more like idiots.
The only thing I’ve heard any dev say on the matter is that at the end of the raid we will be taking our loot from her corpse. Do you have an actual interview or tweet, anything as proof of what you claim? Or is this just more of your usual the devs hate Night Elves headcanon?
