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Varian / Llane - Miri

[wolfscion]

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.

Re: Varian / Llane - Miri

[loyallion]

Llane would not forget the look of the man who had declared that he was to not stand with his men and out right shoved him backwards through the portal. It was the dark hair and blue eyes that initially gave him pause, thinking it may have been Lothar joining the fray he had been about to bat the other away.

However a better look at him told him a different story and managed to stop his squirming and stay his hand long enough for the other to do as he wished.

The man had the Lothar family traits in his stature, that was undoubted, but as far as he was aware there were no more that were aged to both himself and Lothar -- let alone one that was in the force that had come with him to the Dark Portal.

The armor was more ornate than a simple warriors as well, royal in stature and denoted a incredibly high rank as there was fur on it in places. The painstakingly molded lions that adorned the other's chest was definitely the works man ship of a dwarf and unlike any he had ever seen.

His eyes had been lingering on them in brief shock as the hand on his chest pushed him through the portal and that was that. He had fallen back through it, coming out on the otherside to civilians and the token force of guards to rush towards their king.

He told no one what had pushed him through the portal as he is ushered back to the keep and into the arms of his wife. He fell into them, allowing her to peel the armor off of her tired husband and simply take in that he had not died on that field and left his children fatherless. At one point he feels both of his children wrap themselves around his waist and he is lost until he hears that Lothar, Garona and the unknown man had returned.

"Have Lothar bring him to me, he will come in alone," he tells a guard and glances toward Taria and nods at her before he strokes his son's hair out of his face once and shoos him off to follow his sister out.

He would be found standing facing away from the entrance to the throne room when he hears Lothar swear and makes Garona's rough voice laugh. The man would undoubtedly be behind him shortly, though he would wait for him to speak. To explain himself without prompting and tell him where he came from, who did he think he was to disobey the King of Stormwind and out right make him out to be anymore important than the men and women who had been standing with him on that field.

[wolfscion]

Varian walked into the throne room, eyes taking in the room, the throne and the man within it. How could he explain his actions without giving away who he was? It was apt to be too difficult to try to skate around his identity, and his reasons for his actions. Lying would soon only dig him a much larger hole for himself.

So while it was entirely possible that the truth would not be received well, it would be best for him if that was exactly what he gave the man before him. He would freely admit that he could not just stand by and watch his father perish before him once more and given the way the situation had been going prior to Lothar's arrival; Varian suspected that had he not sent Llane through the portal, he would have been placed in an rather unforgivable situation and been forced to deal with exactly that.

At least the walk from the gryphon roost to here had helped to warm him slightly from the chill of the flight. Though he doubted he'd be truly warm until he had shed his armor and damp clothing, followed by a hot bath. He came to a stop a couple feet away from where Llane stood.

"I was told you wished to see me?" He would give the king the chance to present him with his questions before he went into explanations. Best to give only what was needed so as not to overstep and make this possibly worse than it no doubt was already.

[loyallion]

Llane slowly turned toward the unknown man and took him in properly. Definitely a Lothar, he finds himself thinking, though there was something else about him that he could not place completely. His armor held the detail of one of a line of Royalty, though he did not know how to properly place such a person. No leader would have hidden the boy as a child, a proud son and he was sure to be a fine leader to any troops under his command.

He did not unclasp his hands as he began to make his way down the stairs to silently prowl around the unknown man to take a closer look at him. The fur was matted, slightly damp and he could smell the salt on his form like a punch to the face. He was wet. Though there had been no body of salt water on the Black Morass, let alone anything alive at this point because of that blasted gate.

"As much as I am sure my family gives you their thanks," he finally piped up, slightly behind him to the left, staring at the armor, "I am still owed a reason for being manhandled through a portal and being forced to leave behind my men. I should have remained there with them." But he could not deny that he could see the logic in the other's methods and it really did rankled something in him.

"Who are you? Where did you come from? You are no son of any royalty I can place on Azeroth, though you hold yourself and wear armor of one. Are you, too, from the same place as the orcs? Or do I have reason to worry that more of you will be coming from another portal? Not that I am against it if they are all as quick witted as you - but I would prefer to know before what little remains of my men begin pouring in here with their own issues of more like you appearing from no where. I do not think the Stockade would be adaquate enough to hold any of you for long."

Stepping around the warrior, Llane tips his brow up and he stands in front of him considering. "A name would be enough for now, you're risking a chill with your current regalia. My queen undoubtedly has already found you some new clothes to wear as a show of her thanks."

[wolfscion]

Varian watched the man as he moved down the stairs leading to the throne. He refrained from overtly watching him as he circled, remaining facing forward. Though his eyes did follow his path inasmuch as it was possible. He waited until he was certain the king was finished speaking, before replying.

"Varian Wrynn."

He could give him the rest of his desired answers now, but he reasoned that such a conversation would end up growing long and thus would be much more fitting to take place once he'd changed out of his armor. Not only that, it would give him time to think of how best to explain things. Though he had no idea if he was merely one of the first to come here or if he was to be the only visitor here in this alternate Azeroth, so that question would the hardest to properly answer he suspected.

[loyallion]

Llane froze in his spot as the mystery man told him who he was. Of course, due to the orcs coming from another world - travelling through time was no stretch. He wouldn't know how, exactly, however. He barely understood how the dark portal worked in all honesty. Though he did know it ran on sacrifice... Llane closed his eyes briefly and took in a slow breath before opening them and looking towards his beautiful wife who nodded back at him.

It did make a lot more sense why the man seemed more like a Lothar than any other thing and worked his jaw carefully. "Then, Varian," what a strange thing to say, to think that this may have actually been his son - no matter how proud he may have felt for a brief moment, "follow Taria to get you garbed in dry clothes. We will talk more in the War Room."

Llane would take the chance to escape to gather something for him and the other something to eat, to talk like adults. Out of habit for when he would spend time with his son, he gathered two mugs and a pitcher of cider to drink.

When Varian would come to the War Room there would be the pitcher and mug surrounded by warm food that would be enough to chase away any lingering chill. Llane, the King himself, would be found playing with the carving that denoted the Guardian while deep in thought.