The King and the Council
Lorewalker Cho: I am glad you are here, (name). I have been using my dream brew to experience events around the world, but the more I learn, the more confused I become.
For instance, King Wrynn has asked the dwarves of Ironforge for more troops, but they do not all support him.
I will tell you more, but I would also like to hear from your experience firsthand…
Quest Objectives
Complete the “Blood in the Snow” scenario. You can queue from the dungeon finder or use Lorewalker Cho’s Dream Brew.
Progression
Note: A hologram / vision plays out behind Lorewalker Cho.
Lorewalker Cho: Once upon a time – moments ago, in fact – a great king sought the help from a trio of powerful dwarves: The Council of Three Hammers.
The King’s scouts had discovered that Zandalari trolls threatened the dwarven capital.
Surely, the king thought, if he helped them with their troll problem, they would give him more troops for his campaign against the Horde.
But what the king did not realize is that the dwarves did not trust one another!
“We cannot help you,” said the Bronzebeard dwarf. “For if we turn our back on the Dark Irons, they will defeat the Wildhammer and take over Ironforge!”
“We cannot help you,” said the Wildhammer dwarf. “For if we turn our back on the Dark Irons, they will defeat the Bronzebeard and take over Ironforge!”
The king was furious. “If none of you help, then Ironforge will fall under siege!”
Only one dwarf offered to help the king. “We will lend you our strength,” said Moira, of the Dark Iron. “We will trust our dwarven brothers, and we will show them what loyalty means!”
And so Moira and the High King set out into the snow to save the city, leaving the others to think about their actions.
What happens next? I must know!
Scenario: Blood in the Snow
King Varian Wrynn: This is where my agents tracked the Zandalari.
Moira Thaurissan: Shimmer Ridge. I know it well. The Frostmane trolls breed and plot atop that snow-blown mesa.
King Varian Wrynn: I can only imagine what foul business the Zandalari have with them …
Moira Thaurissan: We’ve lost many mountaineers to this freakish storm, or the trolls slithering about in it.
King Varian Wrynn: Yes. This weather is not natural.
Moira Thaurissan: Aye. I am loath to send my men into that. It reeks of ambush and bloody disaster.
King Varian Wrynn: My champions will go. They will see what can be done, and rescue who they can.
Moira Thaurissan: If they can stop that storm, I’ll lead the Forgeguard to the top myself.
King Varian Wrynn: It’s heartening to see you here, Moira. You have my thanks.
Moira Thaurissan: Indeed. With the aid of your champions, the Dark Irons will put an end to the Zandalari threat in Dun Morogh.
We will prove our loyalty – to the Council, Ironforge, and the Alliance – here, today, and with our own blood.
King Varian Wrynn: Hrmmm. Fare well, Queen Regent.
Moira Thaurissan: I’ll see you when it’s done, King of Stormwind.
Progression
[Shimmer Ridge]
Scout Stonebeard: Oh ho ho ho ho! By my beard, I thought I was done for! Oh, thank ye. Thank ye! Oh … right. Now: Did the human king send ye? Oh, his spies are all dead … and most of us are, too.
I saw ’em draggin’ Boldbrew, kickin’ and bitin’ towards some hut south o’ here. Now if ye hurry, ye can help her, and she might know more.
BUT STAY AWAY FROM THE BIG VILLAGE! There’s dozens o’ mad ice trolls in there! Oh, that Zandalari priest has ’em whipped up into a great frenzy.
Scout Boldbrew: Oh, that was a CLOSE one, thank ye! There’s only a few of us left; the ones they don’t eat, they butcher at some big altar. It’s just northwest o’ here; if ye hurry, ye might be able ta save some! Sorry I don’t know anythin’ more …
Scout Forgefellow: Filthy monsters! I owe ye me life. Listen: The storm. We figured out what’s makin’ it. That sneaky Zandalari has these ice trolls makin’ blood sacrifices ta elemental spirits. There’s a cave, north o’ here, across a bridge. If ye can slay the elemental within, the storm ought ta stop.
Moira Thaurissan: The king’s champions have done it: The storm has ended! Forward, Dark Irons! TO BATTLE WE MARCH!
Hekima the Wise: You may have stopped the storm, but you cannot stop the will of the Zandalar! You will DIE, here … ALL OF YOU! Trolls of the world will unite against you! We control the sand, the seas, the winds … We will bury you in your mountain! There … will be more! Zandalar … will never fall …
[Scenario Complete: Blood in the Snow]
King Varian Wrynn: Well fought. I see the Dark Irons are as formidable as ever.
Moira Thaurissan: That they are, King Varian. And at the service of the Alliance, I might add.
King Varian Wrynn: Hah! For that, I’m glad. The Bronzebeards and Wildhammers will regret not having been here to share in your glory.
Moira Thaurissan: Better they’re grateful for the clansmen spared death on this miserable hillock. We sought to protect and impress, not to shame.
King Varian Wrynn: Well, you’ve done just that. Come; let us return to Ironforge, and announce your victory to the Council.
Moira Thaurissan: My thanks for your assistance, champions. I will tend to the slain and wounded here before returning to Ironforge.
The King and the Council
Lorewalker Cho: So, King Wrynn and the Dark Iron dwarves saved the city, and the bitterly divided Council of Three Hammers gained a new unity under the Alliance banner. How interesting!
But what is happening within the Horde?
