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Your character finds a crystal ball of infinite or bronze dragonflight origin, you peer into it and see a timeline that does not exist to you. A past that never was, a present that isnt, or a future that will never be. What do you see?

You can go into as much detail or be as vague as you want, your character can be as directly or indirectly involved as you want the possibilities are endless. Do you slay the lich king, or become the new lich king. Witness or fight against the rise of a third faction (example the tide consisting of Naga Murdock and the fish race from pandaria.) Mabye lead the 3rd faction. Do you see your character in a time line where warcraft 2 or 3 never happend?

(I've been super busy and haven't been able to play so I thought this would be a cool thing to do via forum. I know others have daydreamed of their character doing something cool but game mechanics or lore wont allow take the opportunity to share or engage in a short (or long) story your character or guild could never get the chance too. Or share your ideal world of warcraft scenario. I'll share one of my characters soon too.)

While traveling to stormwind on his steed Kyte comes across a orb covered in dirt, he would have normally passed it but something called to him. He left his steed and picked up the dusty crystal ball, peering into it he saw a vision, a vision of a world where the scourge never came to be.

In this world he was a knight of the silver hand under king Arthas of Lordaran. Kyte then sees visions of him and a young high elven woman, he does not know, fighting off a skirmish of trolls in the plague lands but it wasn't the plauglands, it was a northern lordaran a lush beautiful green forest with farms and small towns where man and elf worked in harmony.

This rare sight bringing a smile to kyte shaking him from his trance where he stands in the middle of the road a gnome and dwarf passing by giving the paladin a strange look, Kyte looks down to see the mysterious orb gone.

Kailell-a past that never was
The armies of the world surround ice crown, to better surround the cold fortress, each races own army takes a post in a circle, nowhere for the the lich king to run, (the tauren, night elf, dreani, blood elf, foraken, gnome, troll, dwarf, human, orc, and back to the tauren.) Tiron and and the argent cruasde infront of the human, orc post.

As Tiron, Varion, and Thrall take count of thier armies the Cenarion Circle, Knight of the ebon blade, and Kiron tor arrive. As Tiron ask if all troops are accounted for another small faction appears in the distance, a group of blood elves, high elves, and what few half elves might be old enough to fight arrive. The Elves of Quel'thalas, led by Kailell, and his Quel'Zarm (high elf for high blade...not Lothars Quel'Zarm...or is it?)

That night the leaders of each race and faction meet to discuss the battle plan for tomorrow, Tiron informs them that at dawn they will all attack the citadel at once, but because the lich king as such a strong command over his undead a small task force must strike at the lich king not to kill him, but to distract him, so he cannot properly raise and command his forces, giving the armies of the world a chance to take out his generals and forces, then they will all strike at the lich king together!. As Tiron is about to volunteer himself for the suicide task Kailell steps up, "I will!, a small portion of my troops can get me in, and ill distract the lich king" The other leaders look on, ready to object, before kailell interjects "my forces are probably the smallest, and would do the least on the assult on ice crown, I will give you the time you need". Later that night Kailell and Tiron go over the details of his possible suicide mission. Tiron even offering that the trade blades for the fight, so Kailell can have the protection of the Ashbringer, wich Kailell refuses. "That blade is a symbol use it to lead the forces to victory, besides my elven blade will protect me"

Once dawn breaks what is to be the final war begins, the lich king does not give them the opportunity to charge, as countless forces pour out of ice crown. As the war rages on the ground Kailell and his forces ride to the top of ice crown, thanks to the help of a few red dragons, a gift from Alexstrasza. Kailells forces hold off the undead as he confronts Arthas, the lich king coming down from his frozen throne unsheathing frostmourne, Kailell draws his Quel'Zarm. The lich king mocking him "do you really think you can defeat me?" the lich king raising his blade, summoning fourth some of his most powerful generals to the battlefield down below, one for each race and faction, almost as if he were mocking the armies of the world with some of their strongest fallen.

Kailell charges the lich king, not so much striking at him, but dodging, frostmoune attacks, doing his best to distract the Arthas. The armies of the world fighting down below unable to get the upper hand in battle due to the lich kings mighty generals tension begins to build amoungst the back lines of the armies. Kailell avoiding his attacks for what feels like an eternity realizes something is wrong, the ground forces are having trouble, and his own guard cant hold the undead back much longer. Kailell rolls out of the way of another attack, crouched down realizing he is going to have to go on the offensive charges forward, Frostmourne and Quel'Zarm clashing, a loud cry emanating from the blades. Kailell actually managing to push the lich king back a couple steps with a flury of swings, only to be pushed back by one powerful blow from Arthas. Tiron trying to pull everyone back together draws thier focus from bickering with eachother about why they are loosing to how one lone fighter is taking it to the lich king and they must work as one to win the day!.

The lich king forcing Kailell to his knees, swinging frowmourne down, Quel'Zarm taking every blow. Blades locked together Kailell slowly raises to one knee, as golden wings and auras emanate from him (popped all his cool down lol). Unable to gain more ground a howl from the wind can be heard as the spirits of the dead surround the two fighters, (very fall of the lich king trailer esq) Standing behind Arthas, his father as he whispers something to his son, behind Kailell his wife and daughter telling him to win!. The area full of spirits slain by arthas, and the scourge, as spirit and living look on at the duel atop of ice crown, Kailell pushes upwrad, leaping into the air coming down on the lich king, a loud noise made as he strikes down the lich king, standing over a fallen arthas, as he buries Quel'Zarm into the lich King, frostmourne, falls behind them, followed by another blade, Quel'Zarm having broke, Kailell was only able to pierce his armor. Kailell knocked back, facing death would have died if not for Tiron and Jaina teleporting him and his troops away. The armies of the world retreating to fight again another day.

While cataloging various relics stored deep within the archival vaults of Conclave a curious crystal ball appears on the shelf. The young gnome (a newly appointed scholar and clerk of these protected libraries) lifts the ball from the shelf. The orb shimmers.
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In a vision the young gnome sees Azeroth. Like a swift high-soaring bird his mind sweeps over the eastern kingdoms. He knows that he is seeing the present, and that these lands have never suffered a demon-orc invasion from a dying world.

The dark portal doesn't exist, and that land is still a thick swamp. The tower of Karazhan gleams within a verdant hidden valley where impossibly crystalline waters flow.

Lower Elwynn forests are known to be a little darker, thicker, and older than the rest of the forests of Wrynn but it is known for its superior hunting and for its trade hub town, the Grand Hamlet.

Westfall had suffered drought over the past few years. There is the faction of poor and disillusioned, but not all the land is bad and not all the crops are wasted. Support from Stormwind is keeping that community afloat while they figure out how to solve that problem.

Stormwind as a whole is a successful tight-knit collection of towns and provinces. A tram was never built. Instead, Ironforge and Stormwind created their own alliance to build and protect their own trade highway over the Red and Black mountains, through Khaz Modan, and into Dun Morogh. The way is relatively safe and well protected, but that doesn't stop Dark Iron bandit raids.

The orc wars never happened, which means that when the Trogg invaded Gnomeregan, Ironforge and Stormwind were able to respond in force. The city was never lost, and today is bigger and more industrious than ever.

Farther north; several years ago a joint expedition was formed between the Wildhammer of Aeire Peak and the Kingdom of Alterac aimed at helping the dwarves reclaim their highland home. Getting wind of this Ironforge, Stormwind, and Gnomeregan pitch in their part and Grim Batol is reclaimed. The Wildhammer now flourish in their fortress in the highlands. They share a tenuous treaty with Ironforge and Stormwind, but they're more closely allied with Alterac.

The divided human kingdoms of Strom are constantly at each other's throats. Each kingdom, save for Stormwind who is distant and remains neutral for now, wants to claim the throne of Lordaeron. Doing so they hope to lay claim over ancient Strom and thus bring all the kingdoms of men under one banner again... but whose banner will it be?

Kul Tiras and Gilneas share a tenuous alliance for their proximity and do all they can to disrupt and dominate shipping routes. Dalaran does its best to remain neutral and often acts as the buffer for hostilities between Gilneas and Lordaeron.

Alterac and Lordaeron share an alliance, but with the backing of Grim Batol Alterac hopes to turn traitor and take the throne by treachery.

While the high elves of Quel'Thalas are allied to no one kingdom, Strathome holds their greater interests as they maintain the physical-political-metaphorical "gate way" between the two nations or Elf and Man.

Caught in the mix of it all are the tribes of Trolls scattered throughout from Zul'Aman in the north to Zul'Gurub in the south. They've managed to preserve their kingdoms and cultures respectively, but ancient hostilities are on the rise again. It's only a matter of time before one, the other, or both begin another war.
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The orb flashes. The gnome scholar blinks and finds himself laying face up on the floor. Hours have passed by, though it felt like weeks. Searching for the orb he finds it resting in its place on the shelf. He cautiously marks an 'x' on his inventory sheet and warily moves to the next isle.

(( I was mostly offline for a week or so, so I apologize for getting my contribution up so late. Here we see Calent viewing a world in which the Defias uprising never occurred, as well as the other factors that contributed to the land falling fallow over the years.))

It was odd to find a Darkmoon Faire prize laying around in the courtyard when the faire wasn't in town. That was Calent's first thought upon seeing the bronze crystal ball. It was a shiny bauble like any other, and yet she was drawn to it. The orb reflected light in a peculiar way that one couldn't help but look twice at. Perhaps this was a valuable object after all, and it ought to go to the lost and found. The Watch sergeant turned the bauble around in her hands, admiring the way the orb caught the light at different angles. It almost appeared as if something were moving inside. She squinted, trying to get a better look.

As the movement inside the orb became clearer, so too did her perception of the courtyard dim around her, until she felt that she was standing inside an old farmhouse, which looked vaguely familiar, but she could not place. The landscape outside the window was undeniably Westfall, but different somehow. It was as she remembered it as a child, not the broken patch of dirt and weeds that had emerged in recent years.

A woman sat in a chair in the corner, she, too, looked oddly familiar... It took Calent several moments to realize that the woman in the chair looked exactly like her, but different. She had the same face, the same freckles dotting her cheeks, the same violet colored eyes, twinkling with amusement. Her body seemed softer somehow, as if she had never lifted something as heavy as a sword before, and her hair was much longer, and braided in the same fashion that her mother had worn when she was a child. A young girl with bright green eyes sat at her feet while the woman pulled a comb through her soft brown hair, deftly braiding it into twin pigtails, the same as Calent herself had worn when she was younger.

Calent watched as the woman rose and went about serving breakfast, the little girl setting three places at the table. Suddenly, a man stepped from the shadows, standing directly behind the woman, he threw an arm around her, and she startled, nearly dropping her serving dish. The little girl laughed. The man grinned impishly and pressed a kiss to her cheek, tucking a white flower into her hair. The three shared a good laugh and went about their breakfast.

Calent gaped, her mouth falling open. The man didn't just look familiar... she knew that face, those emerald eyes... It couldn't be, though, he looked too different. His skin was unblemished where there should have been dozens of visible scars. He had the dark tan of a farmer, and faint laugh lines were apparent at the corners of his eyes as he smiled and laughed easily. His body seemed bulkier as well, the body of a hardworking man who spent his days working the land and hauling sacks of grain all day.

The scene in front of Calent looked so wrong, but also entirely right at the same time. What was she seeing? Was this what might have been? If they had never had to leave Westfall, would this have been the life she led? Had she been destined to find the same man in this life as she had in her own life? As she watched the small family chatter over breakfast, she couldn't help but tear up a little. This little family... they were happy, they had never known tragedy. Their easy smiles were the smiles of those who had never known loss. They would take these beautiful mornings for granted and live their lives free of the pain that had taught Calent and all those she knew to cherish every moment thoroughly.

Could this have been her life? Carefree, happy, and loved? She watched the man embrace the woman and the child in turn and walk out the door to begin the day's work, the girls smiled and waved at his back as he walked away. Calent choked back a sob as she watched his retreating form, her vision becoming blurry. Tears ran down her cheeks and her vision became more and more clouded, until she realized that she was staring at the cobblestones in the cathedral square. The orb she'd been holding was nowhere to be seen. She shook her head and wiped at her eyes, but a heavy feeling of loss hung in her heart.

Krom leaving Orgimmar after securing more supplies for his troops on Dreanor, the massive orc looking at grunts, and peons as he passes by. A crystal ball sits upon a rock, Krom would have just passed it by if not for his reflection in the orb, though HIS reflection it was noticeably different. Krom walked up to the orb, the reflection doing the same, it had Kroms armor and Kroms face, but not Kroms hair cut, not a shaved head with a long ponytail, but a full head of hair like a long black mane. Kroms reflection though slightly different mimicking his movement, as he peers deeper into the orb the reflection fades, and what Krom sees confuses him, two visions at the same time, almost identical from what he can tell.

Events on Dreanor pass by, though different, Guldan lay dead, the alliance and horde returning home. As time passes on Kroms forces from Dreanor have torn down Tiragarde Keep in Durotar, building a new garrison in its place. More time and events pass Krom has done it, Krom is Warchief of the horde! Under Kroms reign Orgrimar has expanded, covering from sen'jin village in the south all the way up to Azshara in the north. After some time the horde becomes larger, stronger, the Orges and all other troll races joining Kroms horde. Kalimdor belonging to the horde, the orcs, tauren, goblins, orgres, and trolls flourishing.

Krom grins at one vision, a world where he as warchief has ushered in a renaissance of sorts for the horde. Though the other vision not as perfect.

(a more detailed version of Kroms vision coming soon, though that might have to be its own post, I got quite a bit of ideas forming hehe)

(I have begun my detailed version of one of kroms visions, feel free to check out, or add your own vision in this post.

detailed vision here http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/19648725910?page=1#2

I orignially though each chapter was gonna be a really big post, but luckily they look like rather short chapters, enjoy kroms vision of a true horde =)