Blood, Thunder, and Friendship?

by Prisoner 24601

First published

Garrosh Hellscream is a warmonger. In his bloodlust, and determination to drive the alliance from his continent of Kalimdor, the Orcish Warchief led a march south, eradicating the Human presence. He leveled Northwatch Hold, waiting weeks, and attacked Theramore. In the midst of almost certain defeat afterward, though, the self-proclaimed honorable Orc used a weapon outlawed by most, powered by a dragon artifact: A Mana Bomb. The Bomb obliterated Theramore, killing countless Generals, and even ending the great Kirin Tor Master Rhonin. In the aftermath, otherworldly anomalies formed, bathing the land in Arcane powers, and opening rifts to world unknown. Most closed shortly after they opened; except one. One tendril of Arcane power stayed momentarily. Not long, but long enough for it to bring a package of it's own into Azeroth. Something unheard of before: An Equestrian Pony. But not just any pony; A pony who isn't exactly all there. And even with her, um, different way of thinking, she understands that now she must live in this odd world. Derpy Hooves must survive, and thrive, in the World of Warcraft.