The Quest to find the Prince

* I have had this idea in my mind all day and decided to type this up. Let me know what you think.*

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Chapter 1: The Summons

The sun hung high over Stormwind City, capital of the Alliance. The merchants were selling all their wares they had to offer, the guards were patrolling the canals, and adventures and heroes were all over the place.

In the Dwarven District, a Human Warrior was sitting there making new inventions using his engineering skills.

“Alright… bolts there…gunpowder there…add some Obsidian Bars…” as the warrior adds parts, his invention suddenly starts to spark…

‘KABOOM!’

And explodes right in his face.

“CURSES!” the human shouts out in anger. He attracts some attention from a nearby crowd.  “What are you all lookin’ at?” They snap their attention back to their search of wares.

“I’ll never get this project I am working on done…” he muttered. “Now I have to go to the bank to get some more supplies.”

‘What went wrong that time?’ he thought as he walked. ‘I got everything right! I did double takes! I made sure I got the right supplies! Ugh… I need a drink.’

The warrior walks through the bank’s door, getting some bows from others as he went.

Why are they bowing? Well, he is the slayer of Deathwing, the Destroyer. He is also the Twilight Vanquisher, Champion of the Frozen Wastes, and goes by many other titles.

He walked up to his favorite banker, Leslie Wainwright. “Hello, again my sweet.”

Leslie turns around and smiles to see her favorite customer walk up to the counter. “And hello to you Sir Adumar.” She bows to the hero in front of her.

“*Sigh* you can drop the formalities Leslie. We have been over this like what – A million times? Just call me Adu.”

Leslie just laughs. “It’s fun to annoy you though!”

He rolls his eyes.

“So, you here for the usual engineering supplies again?” Leslie asks.

“You are correct. Again. I swear I will probably never get this done, but, it never hurts to try.” He shrugs. “I’ve been through much worse than some silly explosion from a tinker device.” He said.

Leslie goes to a vault, opens it and grabs a small box of engineering supplies and hands them to the warrior on the other side. “Well here you go. The usual.”

Adumar grabs the box and puts it in his bag. He then proceeds to grab twenty gold pieces and hands them to the banker. “Take these for your troubles.” He then dashes for the door.

“But I don’t want-”

He was already gone.

Adumar walked into The Golden Keg inn and sat down at the bar.

“What can I get you today, sir?” asks the bartender.

“Lordaeron Lambic, please.” Warrios said bluntly.

The bartender nods and went to grab a keg and fill up his drink. A few minutes later, he came back and put the drink in front of the warrior. “One gold and twenty five silver pieces.” War took out two gold pieces and said, “Keep the change.” The bartender nods and walks off.

He looked down at the strong alcoholic beverage in front of him. He put his hand around the handle and took a big gulp from the drink. He smiled as he finished the drink.

He slams the drink down on the table and shouts, “Another!” and throws two more gold pieces on the table.

A second Lordaeron Lambic was set in front of him and took a sip. “Good stuff, mate.”

After a few drinks, Adumar decided to eat since it was around lunch time. A few friends came by and they talked for awhile.

“Yeah, tell Flen I might be there. This blasted project is getting on my nerves. Tell him we will keep in touch.” War says to his friends. “Oh! And tell him I said good luck on the new training! I’m sure he will make an excellent druid!”

The friends soon had errands to run and took off.

A few minutes later, two royal guards, wearing their blue and white armor with the alliance tabard, walked in and approached the warrior that was having a good time.

“Are you, Sir Adumar?” one asks.

He turns around and nods. “Yes that’s me. What can I do for you two gentlemen today?”

The other responds to his question. “King Varian Wrynn wishes to see you. It’s important.”

War raised an eyebrow. “What does the King want with me this time?”

They both looked at each other and replied. “It’s about his son.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He’s a good friend with Prince Anduin, and with something happening to him made him want to help immediately. “Tell Varian I’ll be there soon.”

They nod and walk off.

Adumar approached the Stormwind Keep on his White Steed. He stopped at the steps, dismounted, and approached the guards. “King Varian wishes to speak with me. I am Warrios.” They nod and tell him to go right in.

The warrior walked down the hall to the throne room. Royal guards were everywhere saluting as he passed. He has been here a million times before. He can hear chattering coming from rooms as he pass.

‘What could have happened to poor, Anduin?’ He thought. ‘Was he kidnapped? Was he captured by the Horde? Man, I pray the poor boy is alright.’

He walked into the throne room seeing Varian on sitting his throne, not looking too happy.

He looked pissed.

‘Boy, he does NOT look like hes in a good mood...’ He thought as he approached the king.

He stopped at the foot of the throne. “Your Majesty, you wished to see me?”

Varian smiled, walked down from the throne toward him. There was an Alliance Mage, wearing his blue robes, and a royal guard following close behind. “Yes, champion. The Alliance needs your assistance one again.”

A hour before being summoned to the Throne Room...

Prince Anduin has gone missing. King Varian summons his best mages that were investigating his son's disappearance.

“…There was no sign of Prince Anduin anywhere.” says Siltin Calmortin, one of Varian's best mages.

“What was their last message?” asks King Varian.

“There was none, your Majesty. When we went to investigate, we could not find him.” replies the mage.

Varian was not getting any happier. His son was missing.

Varian slams his hands onto the table and lets all his anger out. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COULD NOT FIND HIM?!?!” he shouts.  “It’s impossible just for a simple man to disappear without a trace!”

“We did find traces of  strange arcane energy in the area.” The mage states. “My mage's and I salvaged this strange energy. It seems to be from a portal, but to where? We don’t know. It seems it’s not anywhere on Azeroth.”

“What about the Outlands?” Varian asks.

“Not even the Outlands. We can make the portal, but what do we do then?” the mage adds. What will they do? Well, they need to do something, they can’t just leave the king’s son in a strange place that was ever discovered.

“There’s no time to waste.” Says Varian, he proceeds out to door to the throne room. “We’ll send one of my best warriors through this portal. . . ”

He stops at the doorway and turns toward them. “… And bring back my son.” And then walks out of the room.