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Warcraft: Lord of the Clans - Excerpt

Written by Christie Golden with cover art by Blizzard’s Sam Didier.

The excerpt below is a duel between Thrall and Orgrim Doomhammer the Hermit

“I will not be here long,” said Thrall.

“Come spring, I will rejoin Grom Hellscream, and help his noble clan storm the camps and free our people.”

“Grom Hellscream,” sneered the stranger, waving his hand dismissively. “A demon-ridden dreamer. I have seen what the humans can do, and it is best to avoid them, believe me.”

“I was raised by humans, and believe me, they are not infallible!” cried Thrall. “Nor are you, I would think, you coward!”

“Thrall—” began Drek’Thar, speaking up at last.

“No, Master Drek’Thar, I will not be silent. This stranger comes seeking our aid, eats at our fire, and dares to insult the courage of our clan and his own race. I will not stand for it. I am not the chieftain, nor do I claim that right. But I will claim my right to fight this stranger, and make him eat his words sliced upon my sword!”

The strange Orc laughed heartily and rose. He was almost as big as Thrall, and now, to his astonishment, Thrall saw that he was completely clad in black plate armor, trimmed with brass. Uttering a fierce cry, the stranger opened his pack and pulled out the largest warhammer Thrall had ever seen. He held it aloft with seeming ease, then brandished it at Thrall.

“See if you can take me, whelp!”

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Warcraft: Day of the Dragon - Excerpt

Written by Richard A. Knaak with cover art by Blizzard’s Samwise Didier.

“To free the Dragon Queen . . .

An impossible task to some, certain death to most. Dragonmaw clan would forever retain its hold on Khaz Modan unless Alexstrasza was freed, and so long as the orcs continued the work of the Horde, they remained a possible rallying point for those in the guarded enclaves.

A brief rumble of thunder disturbed Rhonin’s contemplations. He looked up but saw only a few cottony clouds.

A second, more menacing rumble set every muscle taut as a massive shadow covered their surroundings.

An ear-shattering roar shook the vicinity and a force akin to a tornado ripped at the landscape. Rhonin twisted around so as to see the heavens—and saw instead a hellish sight.

A dragon the color of raging fire filled the sky above and in its forepaws it held what remained of his horse and his costly and carefully chosen supplies. The crimson leviathan consumed in one gulp the rest of the carcass, eyes already fixed on the tiny, pathetic figures below.

And seated atop the shoulders of the beast, a grotesque, greenish figure with tusks and a battle axe barked orders in some harsh tongue and pointed directly at Rhonin.

Maw gaping and talons bared, the dragon dove toward him.”

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It had once seemed to some of the Kirin Tor, the magical conclave that ruled the small nation of Dalaran, that the world of Azeroth had never known anything but constant bloodshed. There had been the trolls, before the forming of the Alliance of Lordaeron, and when at last humanity had dealt with that foul menace, the first wave of orcs had descended upon the lands, appearing out of a horrific rip in the very fabric of the universe. At first, nothing had seemed able to stop these grotesque invaders, but gradually what had looked to be a horrible slaughter had turned instead into an agonizing stalemate. Battles had been won by attrition. Hundreds had died on both sides, all seemingly for no good reason. For years, the Kirin Tor had foreseen no end.

But that had finally changed. The Alliance had at last managed to push back the Horde, eventually routing them entirely. Even the orcs? great chieftain, the legendary Orgrim Doomhammer, had been unable to stem the advancing armies and had finally capitulated. With the exception of a few renegade clans, the surviving invaders had been rounded up into enclaves and kept under secure watch by military units led personally by members of the Knights of the Silver Hand. For the first time in many, many years, lasting peace looked to be a promise, not a faint wish.

And yet . . . a sense of unease still touched the senior council of the Kirin Tor. Thus it was that the highest of the high met in the Chamber of the Air, so-called because it seemed a room without walls, only a vast, ever-changing sky with clouds, light, and darkness, racing past the master wizards as if the time of the world had sped up. Only the gray, stone floor with its gleaming diamond symbol, representing the four elements, gave any solidity to the scene.

Certainly the wizards themselves did nothing in that regard, for they, clad in their dark cloaks that covered not only face but form, seemed to waver with the movements of the sky, almost as if they, too, were but illusion. Although their numbers included both men and women, the only sign of that was whenever one of them spoke, at which point a face would become partially visible, if somewhat indistinct in detail.

There were six this meeting, the six most senior, although not necessarily the most gifted. The leaders of the Kirin Tor were chosen by several means, magic but one of them.

?Something is happening in Khaz Modan,? announced the first in a stentorian voice, the vague image of a bearded face briefly visible. A myriad pattern of stars floated through his body. ?Near or in the caverns held by the Dragonmaw clan.?

?Tell us something we don?t already know,? rasped the second, a woman likely of elder years but still strong of will. A moon briefly shone through her cowl. ?The orcs there remain one of the few holdouts, now that Doomhammer?s warriors have surrendered and the chieftain?s gone missing.? The first mage clearly took some umbrage, but he kept himself calm as he replied. ?Very well! Perhaps this will interest you more. . . . I believe Deathwing is on the move again.?

This startled the rest, the elder woman included. Night suddenly changed into day, but the wizards ignored what, for them, was a common thing in this chamber. Clouds drifted past the head of the third of their number, who clearly did not believe this statement.

?Deathwing is dead!? the third declared, his form the only one hinting at corpulence. ?He plunged into the sea months ago after this very council and a gathering of our strongest struck the mortal blow! No dragon, even him, could withstand such might!?

Some of the others nodded, but the first went on. ?And where was the corpse? Deathwing was like no other dragon. Even before the goblins sealed the adamantium plates to his scaly hide, he offered a threat with the potential to dwarf that of the Horde. . . .?

?But what proof do you have of his continued existence?? This from a young woman clearly in the bloom of youth. Not as experienced as the others, but still powerful enough to be one of the council. ?What??

?The death of two red dragons, two of Alexstrasza?s get. Torn asunder in a manner only one of their own kind?one of gargantuan proportions?could have managed.?

?There are other large dragons.?

A storm began to rage, the lightning and rain falling upon the wizards and yet touching neither them nor the floor. The storm passed in the blink of an eye, a blazing sun once more appearing overhead. The first of the Kirin Tor gave this latest display not even the least of his interest. ?You have obviously never seen the work of Deathwing, or you?d never make that statement.?

?It may be as you say,? interjected the fifth, the outline of a vaguely elven visage appearing and disappearing faster than the storm. ?And, if so, a matter of import. But we hardly can concern ourselves with it for now. If Deathwing lives and now strikes out at his greatest rival?s kind, then it only benefits us. After all, Alexstrasza is still the captive of Dragonmaw clan, and it is her offspring that those orcs have used for years to wreak bloodshed and havoc all over the Alliance. Have we all so soon forgotten the tragedy of the Third Fleet of Kul Tiras? I suspect that Lord Admiral Daelin Proudmoore never will. After all, he lost his eldest son and everyone else aboard those six great ships when the monstrous red leviathans fell upon them. Proudmoore would likely honor Deathwing with a medal if it proved true that the black beast was responsible for these two deaths.?

No one argued that point, not even the first mage. Of the mighty vessels, only splinters of wood and a few torn corpses had been left to mark the utter destruction. It had been to Lord Admiral Proudmoore?s credit that he had not faltered in his resolve, immediately ordering the building of new warships to replace those destroyed and pushing on with the war.

?And, as I stated earlier, we can hardly concern ourselves with that situation now, not with so many more immediate issues with which to deal.?
?You?re referring to the Alterac crisis, aren?t you?? rumbled the bearded mage. ?Why should the continued sniping of Lordaeron and Stromgarde worry us more than Deathwing?s possible return??

?Because now Gilneas has thrown its weight into the situation.?

Again the other mages stirred, even the unspeaking sixth. The slightly corpulent shade moved a step toward the elven form. ?Of what interest is the bickering of the other two kingdoms over that sorry piece of land to Genn Greymane? Gilneas is at the tip of the southern peninsula, as far away in the Alliance as any other kingdom is from Alterac!?

?You have to ask? Greymane has always sought the leadership of the Alliance, even though he held back his armies until the orcs finally attacked his own borders. The only reason he ever encouraged King Terenas of Lordaeron to action was to weaken Lordaeron?s military might. Now Terenas maintains his hold on the Alliance leadership mostly because of our work and Admiral Proudmoore?s open support.?

Alterac and Stromgarde were neighboring kingdoms that had been at odds since the first days of the war. Thoras Trollbane had thrown the full might of Stromgarde behind the Lordaeron Alliance. With Khaz Modan as its neighbor, it had only made sense for the mountainous kingdom to support a united action. None could argue with the determination of Trollbane?s warriors, either. If not for them, the orcs would have overrun much of the Alliance during the first weeks of the war, certainly promising a different and highly grim outcome overall.

Alterac, on the other hand, while speaking much of the courage and righteousness of the cause, had not been so forthcoming with its own troops. Like Gilneas, it had provided only token support; but, where Genn Grey-mane had held back out of ambition, Lord Perenolde, so it had been rumored, had done so because of fear. Even

among the Kirin Tor it had early on been asked whether Perenolde had thought to perhaps m
ake a deal with Doomhammer, should the Alliance crumble under the Horde?s unceasing onslaught.

That fear had proven to have merit. Perenolde had indeed betrayed the Alliance, but his dastardly act had, fortunately, been short-lived. Terenas, hearing of it, had quickly moved Lordaeron troops in and declared martial law in Alterac. With the war in progress, no one had, at the time, seen fit to complain over such an action, especially Stromgarde. Now that peace had come, Thoras Trollbane had begun to demand that, for its sacrifices, Stromgarde should receive as just due the entire eastern portion of its treacherous former neighbor.

Terenas did not see it so. He still debated the merits of either annexing Alterac to his own kingdom or setting upon its throne a new and more reasonable monarch . . . presumably with a sympathetic ear for Lordaeron causes. Still, Stromgarde had been a loyal, steadfast ally in the struggle, and all knew of Thoras Trollbane?s and Terenas?s admiration for one another. It made the political situation that had come between the pair all the more sad.
Gilneas, meanwhile, had no such ties to any of the lands involved; it had always remained separate from the other nations of the western world. Both the Kirin Tor and King Terenas knew that Genn Greymane sought to intervene not only to raise his own prestige, but to perhaps further his dreams of expansion. One of Lord Perenolde?s nephews had fled to that land after the treachery, and rumor had it that Greymane supported his claim as successor. A base in Alterac would give Gilneas access to resources the southern kingdom did not have, and the excuse to send its mighty ships across the Great Sea. That, in turn, would draw Kul Tiras into the equation, the maritime nation being very protective of its naval sovereignty.

?This will tear the Alliance apart. . . .? muttered the young mage with the accent.

?It has not come to that point yet,? pointed out the elven wizard, ?but it may soon. And so we have no time to deal with dragons. If Deathwing lives and has chosen to renew his vendetta against Alexstrasza, I, for one, will not oppose him. The fewer dragons in this world the better. Their day is done, after all.?

?I have heard,? came a voice with no inflection, no identifiable gender, ?that once the elves and dragons were allies, even respected friends.?

The elven form turned to the last of the mages, a slim, lanky shape little more than shadow. ?Tales only, I can assure you. We would not deign to traffic with such monstrous beasts.?

Clouds and sun gave way to stars and moon. The sixth mage bowed slightly, as if in apology. ?I appear to have heard wrong. My mistake.?

?You?re right about the importance of calming this political situation down,? the bearded wizard rumbled to the fifth. ?And I agree it must take priority. Still, we can?t afford to ignore what is happening around Khaz Modan! Whether or not I?m wrong about Deathwing, so long as the orcs there hold the Dragonqueen captive, they?re a threat to the stability of the land!?

?We need an observer, then,? interjected the elder female. ?Someone to maintain watch on matters and only alert us if the situation there becomes critical.?

?But who? We can spare no one now!?

?There is one.? The sixth mage glided a step forward. The face remained in shadow even when the figure spoke. ?There is Rhonin. . . .?

?Rhonin?!?? burst out the bearded mage. ?Rhonin! After his last debacle? He isn?t even fit to wear the robes of a wizard! He?s more of a danger than a hope!?

?He?s unstable,? agreed the elder woman.

?A maverick,? muttered the corpulent one.

?Untrustworthy . . .?


The sixth waited until all had spoken, then slowly nodded. ?And the only skilled wizard we can afford to be without at this juncture. Besides, this is simply a mission of observance. He will be nowhere near any potential crisis. His duty will be to monitor matters and report back, that is all.? When no more protests arose, the dark mage added, ?I am certain that he has learned his lesson.?

?Let us hope so,? muttered the older of the women. ?He may have accomplished his last mission, but it cost most of his companions their lives!?

?This time, he will go alone, with only a guide to bring him to the edge of Alliance-controlled lands. He shall not even enter Khaz Modan. A sphere of seeing will enable him to watch from a distance.?
?It seems simple enough,? the younger female responded. ?Even for Rhonin.?

The elven figure nodded brusquely. ?Then let us agree on this and be done with the topic. Perhaps if we are fortunate, Deathwing will swallow Rhonin, then choke to death, thus finishing forever the matters of both.? He surveyed the others, then added, ?And now I must demand that we finally concentrate on Gilneas?s entry into the Alterac situation and what role we may play to diffuse it. . . .?

He stood as he had for the past two hours, head down, eyes closed in concentration. Around him, only a dim light with no source gave any illumination to the chamber, not that there was much to see. A chair he had left unused stood to the side, and behind him on the thick, stone wall hung a tapestry upon which had been sewn an intricate, knowing eye of gold on a field of violet. Below the eye, three daggers, also gold, darted earthward. The flag and symbols of Dalaran had stood tall in their guardianship of the Alliance during the war, even if not every member of the Kirin Tor had performed their duties with complete honor.

?Rhonin . . .? came a voice without inflection, from everywhere and nowhere in the chamber.

From under thick, fiery hair, he looked up into the darkness with eyes a startling green. His nose had been broken once by a fellow apprentice, but despite his skills, Rhonin had never bothered to have it fixed. Still, he was not unhandsome, with a strong, clean jaw and angular features. One permanently arched brow ever gave him a sardonic, questioning look that had more than once gotten him in trouble with his masters, and matters were not helped by his attitude, which matched his expression.

Tall, slim, and clad in an elegant robe of midnight blue, he made for quite a sight, even to other wizards. Rhonin hardly appeared recalcitrant, even though his last mission had cost the lives of five good men. He stood straight and eyed the murk, waiting to see from which direction the other wizard would speak to him.

?You summoned. I?ve waited,? the crimson-tressed spellcaster whispered, not without some impatience.

?It could not be helped. I myself had to wait until the matter was brought up by someone else.? A tall cloaked and hooded figure half-emerged from the gloom?the sixth member of the Kirin Tor inner council. ?It was.?

For the first time, some eagerness shone in the eyes of Rhonin. ?And my penance? Is my probation over??

?Yes. You have been granted your return to our ranks . . . under the provision that you accede to taking on a task of import immediately.?

?They?ve that much faith left in me?? Bitterness returned to the young mage?s voice. ?After the others died??

?You are the only one they have left.?

?That sounds more realistic. I should?ve known.?

?Take these.? The shadowy wizard held out a slim, gloved hand, palm up. Above the hand there suddenly flashed into existence two glittering objects?a tiny sphere of emerald and a ring of gold with a single black jewel.
Rhonin held out his own hand in the same manner . . . and the two items appeared above it. He seized both and inspected them. ?I recognize the sphere of seeing, but not this other. It feels powerful, but not, I?m guessing, in an aggressive manner.?

?You are astute, which is why I took up your cause in the first place, Rhonin. The sphere?s purpose you know; the ring will se

rve as protection. You go into a realm where orc warlocks still exist. This ring will help shield you from their own devices of detection. Reg
rettably, it will also make it difficult for us to monitor you.?

?So I?ll be on my own.? Rhonin gave his sponsor a sardonic smile. ?Less chance of me causing any extra deaths, anyway. . . .?

?In that regard, you will not be alone, at least as far as the journey to the port. A ranger will escort you.?

Rhonin nodded, although he clearly did not care for any escort, especially a ranger. Rhonin and elves did not get along well together. ?You?ve not told me my mission.?

The shadowed wizard propped back, as if sitting in an immense chair the younger spellcaster could not see. Gloved hands steepled as the figure seemed to consider the proper choice of words. ?They have not been easy on you, Rhonin. Some in the council even considered forever dismissing you from our ranks. You must earn your way back, and to do that, you will have to fulfill this mission to the letter.?

?You make it sound like no easy task.?

?It involves dragons . . . and something they believe only one of your aptitude can manage to accomplish.?

?Dragons . . .? Rhonin?s eyes had widened at first mention of the leviathans and, despite his tendency toward arrogance at most times, he knew he sounded more like an apprentice at the moment.

Dragons . . . Simply the mention of them instilled awe in most younger mages.

?Yes, dragons.? His sponsor leaned forward. ?Make no mistake about this, Rhonin. No one else must know of this mission outside of the council and yourself. Not even the ranger who guides you nor the captain of the Alliance ship who drops you on the shores of Khaz Modan. If word got out what we hope from you, it could set all the plans in jeopardy.?

?But what is it?? Rhonin?s green eyes flared bright. This would be a quest of tremendous danger, but the rewards were clear enough. A return to the ranks and obvious added prestige to his reputation. Nothing advanced a wizard in the Kirin Tor quicker than reputation, although none of the senior council would have ever admitted to that base fact.

?You are to go to Khaz Modan,? the other said with some hesitation, ?and, once there, set into motion the steps necessary to free from her orc captors the Dragonqueen, Alexstrasza. . . .?

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Warcraft: The Last Guardian Excerpt

Be warned this is a spoiler excerpt from Warcraft: The last Guardian—written by Jeff Grubb.  If you ever wanted to find out more of the mysterious Kharazhan and the Tower of Medivh in World of Warcraft MMORPG, your best source of lore is this book.  Where all started.  Medivh the last guardian, possessed since birth by Sargeras, opened the Dark Portal to allow the Orcish Horde entry into the world of Azeroth—provoking the first war in the game Warcraft: Orcs and Humans as the first stage to bring the Burning Crusade into this new world.

Chapter 5: Sands in an Hourglass

“The orcs,” said Khadgar.  “I’ve seen the orcs we fought before.”

“You didn’t mention them when you first arrived,” said Medivh absentmindedly, his fingers dancing in odd precision, lancing the needles into and out of the device. “I remember asking you about other races.  There was no mention.  Where have you seen them?”

“In a vision.  Soon after I arrived here,” Khadgar said.  “Ah.  You had a vision.  Well, many get them here, you know.  Moroes probably told you.  He’s a bit of a blabbermouth, you know.”

“I’ve had one, maybe two.  The one I am sure about was on a battlefield, and these creature, these orcs, were there.  Attacking us.  I mean, attacking the humans I was with.”

“Hmm,“said Medivh, the tip of his tongue appearing beneath his moustache as he moved the needles delicately along the bumblebee’s copper thorax.

“And I wasn’t here,” continued Khadgar.  “Not in Azeroth, or Lordaeron.  Wherever I was, the sky was red as blood.”

Medivh bristled as if struck by an electric shock.  The intricate device beneath his tools flashed brightly as the wrong parts were touched, then screamed, and then died.

“Red skies?” he said, turning away from the workbench and looking sharply at Khadgar.  Energy, intense and uncaring, seemed to dance along the older man’s dark brows, and the Magus’s eyes were the green of a storm-tossed sea.

“Red.  Like blood,” said Khadgar.  The young man had thought he was becoming used to Medivh’s sudden and mercurial moods, but this struck him with the force of a blow.

The older mage let out a hiss.  “Tell me about it.  The world, the orcs, the skies,” commanded Medivh, his voice like stone. “Tell me everything.”

Khadgar recounted the vision of his first night there, mentioning everything he could remember.  Medivh interrupted constantly—what were the orcs wearing, what was the world like.  What was in the sky, on the horizon.  Were there any banners among the orcs.  Khadgar felt his thoughts were being dissected and examined.  Medivh pulled the information from Khadgar effortlessly.  Khadgar told him everything.

Everything except the strange, familiar eyes of the warrior-mage commander.  He did not feel right mentioning that, and Medivh’s questions seemed to concentrate more on the red-skied world and the orcs than the human defenders.  As he described the vision, the older mage seemed to calm down, but the choppy sea still remained beneath his bushy brows.  Khadgar saw no need to upset the Magus further.

“Curious,” said Medivh, slowly and thoughtfully, after Khadgar had finished.  The master mage leaned back in his chair and tapped a needle-tipped finger to his lips. There was a silence that hung over the room like a shroud.  At least he said, “That is a new one.  A very new one indeed.”

“Sir” began Khadgar.
“Medivh,” reminded the master mage.
“Medivh, sir,” began Khadgar again.  “Where do these visions come from? Are they hauntings of some past or future?”

“Both,” said Medivh, leaning back in his chair.  “And neither. Go fetch an ewere of wine from the kitchen.  My work is done for the day, I’m afraid, its nearly time for supper, and this may take some explaining.”

When Khadgar returned, Medivh had started a fire in the hearth and was already settling into one of the larger chairs.  He held out a pair of mugs.  Khadgar poured, the sweet smell of the red wine mixing with the cedar smoke.

“You do drink?” asked Medivh as an afterthought.  “A bit,” said Khadgar.  “It is customary to serve wine with dinner in the Violet Citadel.”

“Yes,” said Medivh.  “You wouldn’t need to if you just got rid of the lead lining for your aqueduct.  Now, you were asking about visions.”

“Yes, I saw what I described to you, and Moroes …”

Khadgar hesitated for a moment, hoping not to further blacken the castellan’s reputation for gossip, then decided to press on.  “Moroes said that I was not alone.  That people saw things like that all the time.”

“Moroes is right” , said Medivh. “A late harvest vintage, not bad at all. That this tower is a place of power should not surprise you. Mages gravitate toward such places. Such places are often where the universe wears thin, allowing it to double back on itself, or perhaps even allowing entry to the Twisting Nether and to other worlds entirely.”

“Was that what I saw then?”—interrupted Khadgar. “Another world?”

Medivh held up a hand to hush the younger man. “I am just saying that there are places of power, which for some reason or another, become the seats of great power. One such location is here, in the Redridge Mountains. Once long ago something powerful exploded here, carving out the valley and weakening the reality around it.”

“And thats why you sought it out?” Prompted Khadgar.
Medivh shook his head, but instead said, “That’s one theory”.

“You said there was an explosion long ago that created this place(Kharazhan crater), and it made it a place of magical power. You then came….”

“Yes”, that’s all true, if you look at it in a linear fashion. But what happens if the explosion occurred because I would eventually come here and the place needed to be ready for me?

Khadgar’s face knitted.  “But things don’t happen like that.”

“In the normal world, no, they do not.” said Medivh.  “But magic is the art of circumventing the normal.  That’s why the philosophical debates in the halls of the Kirin Tor are so much buffle and blow.  They seek to place rationality upon the world, and regulate its motions.  The stars march in order across the sky, the seasons fall one after the other with lockstepped regularity, and men and women live and die.  If that does not happen, it’s magic, the first warping of the universe, a few floorboards that are bent out of shape waiting for industrious hands to pry them up”.

“But for that to happen to the area to be prepared for you …” started Khadgar.

“The world would have to be very different than it seems”, answered Medivh, “which it truly is, after all.  How does time work?”

Khadgar was not thrown as much by Medivh’s apparent change of topic.  “Time?”

“We use it, trust it, measure by it, but what is it?”  Medivh was smiling over the top of his cup.

“Time is a regular progression of instants.  Like sands through an hourglass,” said Khadgar.
“Excellent analogy,” said Medivh.  “One I was going to use myself, and then compare the hourglass with the mechanical clock.  You see the difference between the two?”

Khadgar shook his head slowly as Medivh sipped on his wine.

Eventually, the mage spoke, “No, you’re not daft, boy.  It’s a hard concept to wrap your brain around.  The clock is a mechanical simulation of time, each beat controlled by a turning of the gears.  You can look at a clock and know that everything advances by one tic of the wheel, one slip of the gears.  You know what is coming next, because the original clockmaker built it that way.”

“All right,” said Khadgar.  “Time is a clock.”

“Ah, but time is also an hourglass,” said the older Mage, reaching for one planted on the mantel and flipping it over.  Khadgar looked at the timepiece, and tried to remember if it was there before he had brought up the wine, or even before Medivh reached for it.

“The hourglass also measures time, true?” said Medivh.  “Yet here you never know which particle of sand will move from the upper half to the lower half at any instant.  Were you to number the sands, the order would be slightly different each time.  But the end result is always the same—all the sand has moved from the top to the bottom.  What order it happens in does not matter.” The old man’s eyes brightened for a moment.  “So?” he asked.

“So”. said Khadgar.  “You’re saying that it may not matter if you set up your tower here because an explosion created this valley and warped the nature of reality around it, or that the explosion occurred because you would eventually come here, and the nature of the universe needed to give you the tools you wanted to stay.”

“Close enough,” said Medivh.

“So what these visions are, then, are bits of sand?” said Khadgar.  Medivh frowned slightly but the youth pressed on.  “If the tower is an hourglass, and not a clock then there are bits of sand, of time itself, that are moving through it at a time.  These are unstuck, or overlap each other, so that we can see them, but not clearly. Some of it is parts of the past.  Some of it is parts of the future. Could some of it be of other worlds as well?”

Medivh now was thinking deeply himself.  “It is possible.  Full marks. Well thought out. The big thing to remember is that these visions are just that.  Visions.  They waft in and out regularly and be easily explained.  But since the tower is an hourglass, then they don’t.  They move at their own speed, and defy us to explain their chaotic nature.”  Medivh leaned back in his chair.  “Which I, for one, am quite comfortable with.  I could never really favor an orderly, well-planned universe

Khadgar added, “But have you ever sought out a particular vision?  Wouldn’t there be a way to discover a certain future, and then make sure it happened?”

Medivh’s mood darkened.  “Or make sure it never comes to pass.”

Jeff Grubb

Jeff Grubb brought to life the world of Warcraft in this book.  Where it all started.

Same as Jeff Grubb did, the Developers of World of Warcraft: The Burning Crusade expansion will bring to life the Tower of Medivh as an instance. Players worldwide will experience through many epic quests the mysteries of Kharazhan town and the secrets behind the walls of the Tower of Medivh. If you liked the excerpt and look forward to experience the World of Warcraft: Burning Crusade—read Warcraft: The Last Guardian.

Warcraft: The Last Guardian
Warcraft: The Last Guardian

Stay tuned during the upcoming days for the official announcement … Blizzplanet will have a Public Q&A on IRC chat with Jeff Grubb in December.  More specific details soon in our news section.

Warcraft Lore

Betrayal of Sargeras
Arathor and the Troll Wars
Guardians of Tirisfal
Aegwynn and the Dragon Hunt
The Last Guardian
The Dark Portal
The Alliance of Lordaeron
Beyond the Dark Portal—Khadgar’s vision becomes reality as he witnesses the red skies of Draenor.


Warcraft Pocket Books Excerpts

Read descriptions and excerpts of the Warcraft Pocket Star Books

Warcraft: The Last Guardian
Warcraft: Day of the Dragon
Warcraft: Lord of the Clans
Warcraft: Of Blood and Honor
War of the Ancients Trilogy: Well of Eternity
War of the Ancients Trilogy: Demon Soul
War of the Ancients Trilogy: The Sundering
Warcraft Manga: The Sunwell Trilogy: Dragon Hunt
Warcraft Manga: The Sunwell Trilogy: Shadows of Ice
World of Warcraft: Cycle of Hatred
World of Warcraft: Rise of the Horde
World of Warcraft: Tides of Darkness
World of Warcraft: Beyond the Dark Portal
Warcraft: Legends Vol. 1 (TOKYOPOP)
World of Warcraft: Night of the Dragon
World of Warcraft: Arthas, Rise of the Lich King

Starcraft Pocket Books Store

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Starcraft: The Dark Templar, First Born

Starcraft: The Dark Templar, Shadow Hunters

Starcraft: The Dark Templar, Twilight

(May 2009)

Starcraft: Liberty’s Crusade

Starcraft: Shadows of the Xel’Naga

Starcraft: Speed of Darkness

Starcraft: Queen of Blades

Starcraft Archive: An Anthology

[Collection contains: Uprising, Liberty’s Crusade, Shadows of the Xel’Naga and Speed of Darkness]

Starcraft Ghost: Nova

Starcraft: I, Mengsk

(Pocket Books – Dec 2008)

Starcraft: Heaven’s Devils
(Dec 1, 2009)

Starcraft Ghost: Spectres

Warcraft Pocket Books Store

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Below are the book-novels available to all Warcraft lore fans. The books expand the Warcraft Universe, and most of the content and quests in World of Warcraft are based on details from these books. Among them is Durnholde Keep where Thrall grew up as a slave may be read in Warcraft: Lord of the Clans. Tower of Medivh in Kharazhan from Warcraft: The Last Guardian, Rhonin’s adventure in Grim Batol during the Second War may be read in Warcraft: Day of the Dragon, and its sequel War of the Ancients Trilogy features Queen Azshara, the Highborne, Malfurion, Tyrande and Illidan. You can purchase these books by clicking on the images.

Warcraft: Day of the Dragon

War or the Ancients Trilogy, book one: Well of Eternity
War or the Ancients Trilogy, book one: Well of Eternity

War or the Ancients Trilogy, book two: Demon Soul
War or the Ancients Trilogy, book two: Demon Soul

War or the Ancients Trilogy, book three: The Sundering
War or the Ancients Trilogy, book three: The Sundering

War of the Ancients Archive

Compiles all 3 books

World of Warcraft: Rise of the Horde

Warcraft: The Last Guardian
Warcraft: The Last Guardian

World of Warcraft: Tides of Darkness
World of Warcraft: Tides of Darkness

World of Warcraft: Beyond the Dark Portal

Warcraft: Lord of the Clans

Warcraft: Of Blood and Honor
(PDF – PC Only)

World of Warcraft: Cycle of Hatred

Warcraft Archive

Compiles 3 books: Last Guardian, Day of the Dragon and Lord of the Clans

World of Warcraft: Night of the Dragon

World of Warcraft Vol. 1
DC Comics (Wildstorm)
Issues# 1-7

World of Warcraft: Arthas
(April 21, 2009)

World of Warcraft: Ashbringer Hardcover
(May 2009)

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Warcraft RPG Books Store

The d20 system-based Warcraft RPG Books—were developed by Luke Johnson, Game Developer of White Wolf Publishing and his team. Chris Metzen participated as Creative and Rule Design Assistant. The books offer a great deal of official Warcraft Lore. Not only d20 gameplay. Make sure to read the table of content of each book. You can order Warcraft RPG Books in hardcover or eBook PDF version. The RPG books in PDF format are Electronic Books that you can download and read from your desktop at a cheaper price. You require Adobe Acrobat Reader. We chose this eBook supplier because fans may pay via Paypal or via Credit Card for convenience—which is cool for international fans. Mac and Linux users may now download Warcraft RPG Books with no hassle. (Now PC/Mac/Linux compatible)

Product Name Paperback eBook (PDF)
Warcraft: The Roleplaying Game
Front Cover
Buy Now eBook PDF
WarCraft: Alliance & Horde Compendium
Front Cover | Content List
Buy Now eBook PDF
WarCraft: Magic & Mayhem
Front Cover | Content List
Buy Now eBook PDF
WarCraft: Lands of Conflict
Front Cover | Content List
Buy Now eBook PDF
Warcraft: Manual of Monsters
Front Cover | Content List
Buy Now eBook PDF
Warcraft: Shadows & Light
Front Cover | Content List
Buy Now eBook PDF

Product Name Paperback eBook (PDF)
World of Warcraft the Roleplaying Game
Front Cover | Content List
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World of Warcraft: More Magic and Mayhem
Front Cover | Content List
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World of Warcraft: Lands of Mystery
Front Cover | Content List
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World of WarCraft: Alliance Player Guide
Front Cover | Content List | Hill Dwarves Sample
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World of WarCraft: Horde Player Guide Buy Now
World of WarCraft: Monster Guide Buy Now
World of WarCraft RPG: Dark Factions
Front Cover | Content List
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Starcraft II J!NX T-Shirts Store

Get ahold of these Blizzard Licensed Starcraft II T-Shirts and show your pride and love for Starcraft to friends. Just click any of the images below to visit the J!NX store and proceed to add T-Shirts to your shopping cart. Simply click the tabs on the top tagged as: Men or Women; to choose your gender. Want more T-Shirt Designs? Visit the J!NX Store. Prices vary depending the T-shirt size from: $17.99 – $20.99

World of Warcraft Jinx T-Shirts—WoW T-Shirts

There is a large variety of World of Warcraft T-Shirts at the J!NX Store. Below are a few samples. Click any of the images below to view or purchase. If you like any artwork in particular, the navigation bar at the top of the J!NX Store has tabs that help you browse and choose: Men, Women, Hat, Zip up Hoodie and more. Wish to browse more artwork and products available?
Visit the J!NX World of Warcraft website!