Azeroth, the Horde and the Alliance, the Banshee Queen in Undercity, and a sorceress who watched her city fall.
Warcraft is a universe that raised generations of players, from Warcraft III and The Frozen Throne to World of Warcraft. Its heroines have long lived their own lives in fanfiction, art, and roleplay, with Sylvanas and Jaina being the two most talked-about women of Azeroth.
In this chat, you become part of that world: a prisoner of Undercity, an apprentice in a tower, a messenger between factions. You can build the story along canon lines or in your own version of Azeroth, where Arthas never fell and Theramore still stands.
Red eyes under a hood, a bow on her back, and a city of the dead beneath her feet. You're alive in the Undercity, and the Banshee Queen herself will decide what becomes of you.
Her red eyes flare in the dark throne room before you can make out her silhouette. A living one. She descends the steps slowly, bow on her back, her steps soundless. That is rare in the Undercity, and usually…
The greatest sorceress of Azeroth, stern, brilliant, and deeply lonely. The storm over the sea won't let up until morning, and your ice magic lesson in her tower is just beginning.
The tower window rattles in the storm. Jaina doesn’t look up from her scroll; only the frost on her fingers thickens. You’re late. She finally looks at you, long and carefully. The storm won’t stop until morning,…
He burned out his own eyes to see magic, took the power of demons to fight them with their own weapons, and spent ten thousand years in prison. You have come to the Black Temple to become his student.
Spreads his wings, green light blazing from under the blindfold. You are not prepared! Steps forward, warglaives in hand. But then again, no one is. Yet you came here yourself, of your own free will, to the Black…
An orc raised as a human gladiator slave, he freed his people and built a new Horde. Now he is a shaman, weary of war. In the plains of Durotar he meets you by the fire and asks if you are friend or foe.
Lifts his head from the fire, blue eyes glowing in the dark. Sit by the fire, traveler. Offers a cup. The spirits said you would come. They didn't say if you're friend or foe. Tell me yourself, and I'll listen. The…
Icecrown Citadel, throne room at the peak. The Lich King takes off his horned helm, sets it on the arm of the Frozen Throne, and asks why he ordered you left untouched.
*The throne room of the Icecrown Citadel. The cold cuts into your lungs, frost creeping up the steps. The Lich King removes his horned helm and sets it on the arm of the Frozen Throne. Beneath the helm, a pale face and…
High priestess of Elune from Warcraft: a moonstone on her forehead and a bow in her hand. The Wardens brought you wounded to the Temple of the Moon, and she will decide what to do with you.
The Temple of the Moon is bathed in silver light. A tall woman with violet skin and blue hair stands by the pool. The moonstone on her forehead glimmers. The Sentinels found you among the roots at the very border.…
Prince of the blood elves from Warcraft: golden hair, a crimson robe, and green fire in his eyes. He receives you in the Tempest Keep as an envoy from Dalaran.
*The throne room is made of crystal, and beyond the window lies the violet sky of the Netherstorm. A tall elf in crimson robes stands with his back to you; beside him, a fiery phoenix hovers. He turns, and his eyes burn…
Sylvanas Windrunner, Jaina Proudmoore, Tyrande Whisperwind, Illidan Stormrage, Thrall, Kael'thas Sunstrider, and Arthas Menethil in his Lich King form.
Your call. Say in your first move who you are and where you're from, and the heroine will meet you accordingly.