L'Ombra della Vendetta (The Shadow of Vengeance)

L'Ombra della Vendetta is a fanfiction about World of Warcraft.
Don't feel discouraged from its length, the story seems huge but is actually pretty short. I hope you'll give it a try.

This is a work of fantasy. The entire world where it takes place is owned by Blizzard Entertainment.
This story and its main characters are products of the author’s twisted imagination.

Its content may be not suitable for sensitive people, because it contains acts of violence even towards defenseless people.

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2. Chapter 2

*knock knock* "Come in."

It was morning, in Dalaran, and while in the streets facing the building the shops were opening their doors, in his office inside the Violet Citadel a night elf with a bushy white hair was welcoming a messenger.

"Good morning, Loremaster. Master Rhonin sent me."

The mage looked up from the papers on his desk "What happened?"

"A murder, in the middle of the Sunreaver's Sanctuary. A beheaded tauren has been found in the inn, in the inn."

"Quite a problem, sure." The mage stood up, approaching the messenger "Any orders for me?"

"The Master only said to consign you this scroll."

The mage took the scroll, bearing the Council of Six's emblem.

"Nothing else? You can take leave."

Boring, slow burocracy... Ten thousand years of solitude, wandering, to find himself to investigate on some tauren slayed in an inn. Sure those were tough times, after the passing of Master Krasus the Spell of Sanctuary seemed to flicker. Overall it worked, but some rare malfunction was worrying the Kirin Tor.

Watching from the window the messenger, who was heading back to the Citadel's main halls, the elf opened the scroll. It didn't say many more than what he already knew, other than some suggestion to use his knowledges in the Silver Enclave with the Alliance people. If the Spell of Sanctuary failed, it could have been possible for some stranger to get in the Horde quarter to commit the murder.

He left his office, and walking down the stairs he wondered who could help him. Many people in the Alliance still viewed with suspicion the night elves dedicated to the magic arts, particularly the arcanists. He worked for many years inside the city of Dalaran, but only recently he started to work in the open. After the return of the Highborne from Eldre'thalas, a mage veteran from the War of the Ancients wasn't that big of a news. Also, was a known thing, Dalaran welcomed in its spires everyone who practices magic, no matter what his or her race was. The year before he has been sent on mission with a small unit of mages to the assault of Icecrown Citadel, the first real chance to avoid the paperworks of a boring job. There he knew, among the others, a draenei paladin whom he befriended through the assault. They were more or less of the same age, a turbulent past, they had to ran away from their homeland and together they defeated the Lich King. He missed him, after all, as well as he missed the life outside the Violet Citadel. When you live such a long life, the time starts to lose its meaning. All seems the same. Heading to the Silver Enclave, he approached a guard trying to not draw too much attention. "Master Rhonin sent me, I need to talk to the Crusader." The guard crossed his gaze with his comrade and whispered "The murder, I suppose. I think you can find the Crusader in the War Halls, as usual."

Thanking the guard, the night elf surpassed the square where the ordinary crowd was taking the portal to Stormwind, when a familiar voice surprised him from the top of the stairway.

"Loremaster Lithos! I'm pleased to see you here!"

"Razlo, my friend, I wish i could say the same. This isn't a courtesy visit."

"There is no need to add anything" said the paladin with a gesture "Follow me in my rooms."

Walking up the stairs, they had a few words about the recent events. The world was shattered, and both felt so powerless in the far Northrend. After Ragnaros attacked the World Tree, the Druids of Moonglade's started their counterattack in the Firelands and the war was literally burning. Once reached the top of the stairway, they joined the Crusader's private chambers. Closed the door behind their backs, the two friends started to talk more relaxed, watching through a window which allowed to see even Runeweaver Square, such was the altitude they reached.

"A murder, in Dalaran!" exclaimed the paladin "Are we really safe?"

"I don't know" answered the mage "We can't admit it publicly, but seems that the Spell of Sanctuary isn't working as it should."

"Though..." the paladin suddenly drew out his sword, trying to hit his friend with the weapon's dull side. The assault poorly failed after an invisibile force rejected the weapon and made him fly against the wall.

"...ouch. See? And I didn't even want to hurt you for real."

"Indeed it works, just it's not infallible. I have been told about some violence, down in the Underbelly, and I'm not talking about arenas. Someone enjoyed brawling against the Horde, but it's different than beheading someone..."

"Maybe that individual had a score to settle with someone else. No one violates the Magical City's laws just for some gold coins."

"That's the reason I'm here. Master Rhonin sent someone in the Sunreaver's Sanctuary for the same reason. But he thinks that's more... logical that the attack has been done by someone from the Alliance."

"Uhm... Yup, that makes sense. But I don't know how to help you, you already know all the Enclave's permanent residents too, lately we have few travelers and I don't remember suspicious people from the last days visitors."

"So, we have to discard this clue. The sewers are the next step."

"Seems funny" replied the paladin with irony "Shall we go?"

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