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The Library entry for the Third Fleet has been updated.

A significant portion of the Lore related to the Third Fleet has been retconned with far-reaching implications. Reader beware that the link below will have some spoilers, but it's lore that is quite important to the direction BFA is heading as it pertains to our RP.

Those of you wanting to explore this lore for yourselves and discover it through your own gameplay will need to play through the Horde War Campaign on your Horde characters. This stuff isn't available to Alliance characters.

Those not wanting to wait until you play through the Horde War Campaign, feel free to read the entry.

Library Link - the Third Fleet of Kul Tiras

The Burning of Teldrassil

Nearo a posted Aug 7, 18

... immediately following the evacuation of Teldrassil...

Captain Nearo Shadowbane stood in front of his Marines, all covered in soot having just arrived from the portal linking the Temple of Elune to Stormwind Keep. They had aided the Night Elves and Gilneans evacuate as many as possible from Teldrassil... but it was not enough. More were pouring into Stormwind Keep from the portal - some barely clinging to life.

A sickening mixture of anger and disgust wore heavily on the Captain as he turned to address his Marines.

"These fools should have listened to Admiral Proudmoore!" as he pointed towards the panicked Alliance leaders standing on the other side of the throne room, discussing what to do next.

"They said he was stuck in the past, yet the Horde has proven time and time again that the opposite was true - he was a man of Vision." Nearo continued, the anger in his voice sharpening with every word. "He knew what a future alongside the Horde looked like! Take a look at it now, Marines!" he shouted, pointing at the flood of injured and burned refugees pouring through the portal.

He continued, his voice lowering with a simmering intensity. "A future alongside the Horde didn't mean peace. It didn't mean shared prosperity. It meant the destruction of our homes, the ruination of entire kingoms and the genocide of the peoples who were already here when those greenskinned savages were scratching around in caves on Draenor.... killing one-another before committing genocide against Draenei.... and ultimately destroying their own world."

Behind him, a small crowd had begun to gather... they were listening intently. Nearo could see heads nodding in agreement as he continued. The captain turned to address them as well, his Marines still standing at attention.

"Now they are here, destroying ours! These animals will never change - and we must never stop fighting them until every single last one of them is dead!!!"

The small soot-covered crowd errupted in rabid cheers. They were ready for war. They were finally ready to do what must be done.

The Kul Tiras Marines Field Manual has been updated to include the section on Wilderness Survival.

Sub-sections include Mindset, Survival Priorities and Naturalist Skills & Knowledge.

Library Link - Kul Tiras Marine Field Manual: Wilderness Survival

Warbringers: Jaina

Nearo a posted Jul 24, 18

From worldofwarcraft.com

Jaina Proudmoore has made many difficult decisions, but no choice weighs more heavily upon her than the decision to step aside when her father fought the Horde years ago. She believed then that he was consumed by irrational hatred. But now... she wonders if she should have listened.

A new war between the Alliance and the Horde rages across Azeroth. This time, Jaina will not stand aside.

For the Greater Good

Nearo a posted Jul 11, 18
((preceding parts available here ))

a month later...

The gnome hunched over the wide drawing table shoved in the corner of the workshop. This particular part of the workshop was remarkably clean and far from errant gushes of oil and glowing hot sparks that may soil or otherwise damage the intricate schematics arrayed on the low walls separating it from the work area. Hundreds of rolled prints were neatly organized and color-coded in the dozens of small square storage compartments under the table, each one labeled in a sequence of numbers and Gnomish for accuracy's sake. Gnomes pride themselves on detailed, quality and disciplined engineering practices. It's one of the things that separate them from Goblins who just cobble together failure and explosion-prone contraptions with no documentation to improve on the designs over time.
 
The door was closed - as it usually is when he was developing his schematics... when he heard a knock on the door.
 
He ignored the knock, hoping they'd go away. He was busy, damn it!
 
It knocked again... and again... and again.
 
"Who is it?! Don't you see the door is in the closed position?!?" barked the gnome in his squeaky voice with the ferocity of a worgen - clenching his fist as he bellowed, surprising and also impressing himself as he heard the pencil in his hand snap in two as he clenched his fist in anger.
 
"It's us, sir." spoke two soft female voices in unison.
 
The gnome's anger turned to excited anticipation as he tossed the broken pencil into a trash bin in the corner, the wood pieces bouncing off balls of crumpled drawing paper that almost reached the top of the bin. He rushed to unlock the door before bouncing back over the table back onto his stool.
 
"Well why didn't you say so?! Come in! Come in!" implored the gnome, now a broad smile on his face as the two tall, slim figures passed through the door and into the tiny office. "Take a seat, please!" he finished, pointing at the two chairs next to the door.
 
"It is same to presume you have valuable data to share, correct?"
 
"Yes, sir." responded the two hooded figures, but only the one on the right continued. "We have identified an apothecary that resides somewhere in Silverpine Forest, outside of the protection of the Undercity."
 
The gnome's eyes lit up.
 
"Intriguing! And you believe we may be able to extract data from this individual?" inquired the gnome with a combination of anticipation and skepticism.
 
"We believe so, sir." replied the hooded figure on the left. "The contacts you provided have proved to be less disciplined than we had anticipated, which is working to our advantage. They are tracking down the exact location in Silverpine as clumsily and noisily as expected, so it should draw attention away from our own agents in the area and hopefully draw out this apothecary". She pulled out an old picture from her cloak and placed it on the table. The gnome promptly picked it up and began to examine the picture with a magnifying lens, looking for any signs of forgery.
 
"And this apothecary's name, agents?"
 
"Our sources have identified him as Mortignis, Sir. Based on the information we have, it is wise to assume him to be quite dangerous."
 
"That adds an additional complex variable to the equation... we require him still be "alive" if we are to retrieve any valuable data!." responded the gnome.
 
"Yes, Sir." nodded the two figures in agreement.
 
"Continue tracking those savages you hired, but do so from an adequate distance to retain stealth and avoid detection, agents. We may need to sacrifice future use of their services in order to capture this Mortignis. I will inform the Captain and begin making preparations."
 
The gnome stood back up, the two hooded figures standing up in unison immediately after.
 
"Rendezvous with our people in Andorhal and make your way into Silverpine. No loose ends, agents. Dismissed!"
 
The two hooded figures walked out the door, closing it behind them as the gnome opened the drawer under his drawing pencil, pulling out a new pencil to continue his work.

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