The abrupt shift was utterly unexpected, but he had thought he'd known who was responsible for the sudden white-out of his surroundings and the familiar 'feel' of a teleportation spell taking hold and pulling him from one place to another. The force of it caused him to stumble forwards a couple steps when it finally released him, which silently made sense given the distance Jaina no doubt would have been forced to work with.
It was as everything fully came into focus, the feel of people brushing by him in a hurry, the sounds of fighting, the too familiar roars of orcs, followed by human shouting; that told him he was not aboard the gunship even before he turned his gaze upon the battle being waged. He turned to look at the structure behind him, seeing the familiar skyline of Stormwind within the portal framed by the pillars, but he also noticed the tale-tell flickers that were starting to run through it. Dropping his eyes as he heard a particular voice being raised close by, he turned in disbelief to see the armored figure standing near by with a too familiar half-orc standing beside him.
He made his way toward the man. It wasn't hard to figure out what would happen if Llane remained on this side of that portal when it went down shortly and while it was possible he shouldn't interfere with events here...like hell was he going to stand aside and allow his father to die before him when the means to save him was beside them. Thus he reached out to grasp one of Llane's arms firmly and headed for the portal, ignoring the protests and even the attempts of the man to free himself. Perhaps thankfully, the other soldiers were far too busy fighting to interfere with him and it was only when he got the man right in front of the portal that he released the arm he held to plant a hand against the man's breastplate.
"You can't die here. Your people need you." With those words he shoved the man backwards into the portal, watching him vanish and turned away to face the fighting once more, intending fully to dive into the fray. He'd crossed part of the increasingly shrinking distance when a strange noise caught his attention and he and other soldiers looked back toward the portal to see it seemingly tear itself apart, fizzling away to nothing and allowing them to see all of the orcs that had gathered on the other side of it.
They were surrounded, but at least he had managed to get the king out of this death trap before it had closed its jaws around them. Stormwind would not fall again.
Despite his efforts to turn the tide, the remaining soldiers that stood with him were slowly whittled down, falling to the orcs. He had been looking for some manner to achieve a higher ground to fight from when he spotted the warlock. Leaving a trail of dead and dismembered orcs, Varian made his way toward the hunched figure that was unmistakably Gul'dan. Though his actions predictably enough seemed to only serve to amuse the warlock.
He doubted he'd survive this second attempt to kill the other, but at least if he went down, he'd go down trying to rid Azeroth of the malice he embodied. If he could remove Gul'dan from the equation, then the Alliance would stand a much better chance against this horde.
What he didn't expect however was the half-orc's attempt to aid him, distracting Gul'dan with what was no doubt a feint designed to give him the opportunity he desired. One sword cleaved the arm holding Garona up in the air, the other coming down toward the warlock's back, cutting through the horns jutting up from it. The actions earned a roar of fury from the warlock and he sought to mend his arm via drawing life from the pair of them, but that action was abruptly halted as the warlock suddenly found himself grabbed unexpectedly from behind and tossed into the air, landing was unkind and the abrupt pounce of the avian feline ended what Varian had merely begun.
Varian turned from the carnage caused by the gryphon, now tearing into other orcs and causing them to begin to back off, seeking the one who had no doubt ridden it here. He spotted the man currently engaged with one of the largest orc's and began to head toward him with full intent to aid when the man dispatched the orc with two quick evasive maneuvers.
It wasn't until the man called the gryphon away from its field day with the orcs, that he realized why the man had felt familiar to him despite being incapable of immediately placing him. 'Lothar...'
Prior to the half-breed endangering herself to aid him, Varian might have protested including her in their departing upon the gryphon, but given that she and Lothar were obviously friendly and she had been willing to sacrifice herself to see Gul'dan dead, he would for now give her the benefit of the doubt. Though he would continue to watch her within Stormwind.
It was on the flight there as he finally had a chance to rest and cool down that his body reminded him of his earlier plunge into the sea. The result of which his clothes beneath his armor had still yet to dry despite the heat of the fel fires he'd been fighting among. Perhaps once he arrived in Stormwind, he could arrange for a room at an inn, provided he wasn't taken in by the man before him to be questioned. It had been rather obvious that Lothar knew he wasn't part of the original army that had marched to the Black Morass to fight the orcish horde, and he had a feeling that once he learned of how he'd arrived, there would be even more questions directed at him.
Unfortunately, those he would be incapable of properly answering given he had no idea just why he'd been sent here. Though he suspected the 'hand' of either a bronze or infinite dragon at play here. Hopefully he hadn't erred when he'd interfered with events, but like hell would he allow Gul'dan to rampage over Azeroth after murdering his father before him.
Varian / Llane - Miri
It was as everything fully came into focus, the feel of people brushing by him in a hurry, the sounds of fighting, the too familiar roars of orcs, followed by human shouting; that told him he was not aboard the gunship even before he turned his gaze upon the battle being waged. He turned to look at the structure behind him, seeing the familiar skyline of Stormwind within the portal framed by the pillars, but he also noticed the tale-tell flickers that were starting to run through it. Dropping his eyes as he heard a particular voice being raised close by, he turned in disbelief to see the armored figure standing near by with a too familiar half-orc standing beside him.
He made his way toward the man. It wasn't hard to figure out what would happen if Llane remained on this side of that portal when it went down shortly and while it was possible he shouldn't interfere with events here...like hell was he going to stand aside and allow his father to die before him when the means to save him was beside them. Thus he reached out to grasp one of Llane's arms firmly and headed for the portal, ignoring the protests and even the attempts of the man to free himself. Perhaps thankfully, the other soldiers were far too busy fighting to interfere with him and it was only when he got the man right in front of the portal that he released the arm he held to plant a hand against the man's breastplate.
"You can't die here. Your people need you." With those words he shoved the man backwards into the portal, watching him vanish and turned away to face the fighting once more, intending fully to dive into the fray. He'd crossed part of the increasingly shrinking distance when a strange noise caught his attention and he and other soldiers looked back toward the portal to see it seemingly tear itself apart, fizzling away to nothing and allowing them to see all of the orcs that had gathered on the other side of it.
They were surrounded, but at least he had managed to get the king out of this death trap before it had closed its jaws around them. Stormwind would not fall again.
Despite his efforts to turn the tide, the remaining soldiers that stood with him were slowly whittled down, falling to the orcs. He had been looking for some manner to achieve a higher ground to fight from when he spotted the warlock. Leaving a trail of dead and dismembered orcs, Varian made his way toward the hunched figure that was unmistakably Gul'dan. Though his actions predictably enough seemed to only serve to amuse the warlock.
He doubted he'd survive this second attempt to kill the other, but at least if he went down, he'd go down trying to rid Azeroth of the malice he embodied. If he could remove Gul'dan from the equation, then the Alliance would stand a much better chance against this horde.
What he didn't expect however was the half-orc's attempt to aid him, distracting Gul'dan with what was no doubt a feint designed to give him the opportunity he desired. One sword cleaved the arm holding Garona up in the air, the other coming down toward the warlock's back, cutting through the horns jutting up from it. The actions earned a roar of fury from the warlock and he sought to mend his arm via drawing life from the pair of them, but that action was abruptly halted as the warlock suddenly found himself grabbed unexpectedly from behind and tossed into the air, landing was unkind and the abrupt pounce of the avian feline ended what Varian had merely begun.
Varian turned from the carnage caused by the gryphon, now tearing into other orcs and causing them to begin to back off, seeking the one who had no doubt ridden it here. He spotted the man currently engaged with one of the largest orc's and began to head toward him with full intent to aid when the man dispatched the orc with two quick evasive maneuvers.
It wasn't until the man called the gryphon away from its field day with the orcs, that he realized why the man had felt familiar to him despite being incapable of immediately placing him. 'Lothar...'
Prior to the half-breed endangering herself to aid him, Varian might have protested including her in their departing upon the gryphon, but given that she and Lothar were obviously friendly and she had been willing to sacrifice herself to see Gul'dan dead, he would for now give her the benefit of the doubt. Though he would continue to watch her within Stormwind.
It was on the flight there as he finally had a chance to rest and cool down that his body reminded him of his earlier plunge into the sea. The result of which his clothes beneath his armor had still yet to dry despite the heat of the fel fires he'd been fighting among. Perhaps once he arrived in Stormwind, he could arrange for a room at an inn, provided he wasn't taken in by the man before him to be questioned. It had been rather obvious that Lothar knew he wasn't part of the original army that had marched to the Black Morass to fight the orcish horde, and he had a feeling that once he learned of how he'd arrived, there would be even more questions directed at him.
Unfortunately, those he would be incapable of properly answering given he had no idea just why he'd been sent here. Though he suspected the 'hand' of either a bronze or infinite dragon at play here. Hopefully he hadn't erred when he'd interfered with events, but like hell would he allow Gul'dan to rampage over Azeroth after murdering his father before him.