Warband-Fiction

The trigger fires. The demon breaks free. And in a moldy basement filled with screaming, a death knight who knows what it means to be the monster in the room does the one thing nobody else can: she stays.

The warband follows a thread of fading arcane chains to a moldy basement. Reyneese finds her sister. Giselleese finds five armed women on her doorstep. Nobody finds what they expected.

A body on a doorstep. A death knight who promised to find the first girl who needs saving. And a demon hunter who stopped screaming hours ago.

A death knight recruits. A druid declines. Two philosophies of healing meet in a forest clearing, and neither is wrong. Meanwhile, someone watches from the shadows—and takes notes.

Two women. Two rituals. One bakes cookies at dawn and calls it transmutation theory. The other does push-ups until her chest burns and calls it discipline. Neither admits what they're really doing: learning to be seen.

Two tomorrows collide. At a camp outside the walls, a warband holds together after the Reckoning. Inside the city, a death knight walks through the wreckage they left behind and finds the first girl who needs saving.

The finale of the first arc. Yreneese confronts Reyneese in the market—blind, broken, and guided by an unseen hand. A pit lord tears through reality. And salvation comes not from magic, but from a goblin-engineered Titan mechsuit called the …

Brasskeese handles the most chaotic shopping trip in Orgrimmar history.

Yreneese watches from the rooftop. Witness stays.

Zyneese crossed three continents. The warband never stood a chance.

The blurred memory has a face now—and it's hostile. A demon hunter appears, performs in the street, attacks Reyneese publicly, and disappears. Her name is Yreneese. And she hates what Reyneese became.

A memory surfaces—compressed across ten thousand years. A face that won't come clear. A childhood companion lost to time and separation. Reyneese can't remember who they were, but the body remembers the loss.