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Azshara's Deliverer

The conclusion of my World of Warcraft/ Narnia crossover!

Everybody gets a telling off from Aslan, and Azshara is no exception!

This story does of course completely disregard the canon of both Narnia and WoW, but it is just for fun.



Azshara's Deliverer



Jadis tapped her bare foot impatiently against the footstool of her throne.

"Where is that wretched slave Azshara?" she snapped.

Lady Vashj shook her head.

"If she is not back soon, there will be a new statue of your former queen decorating this palace. And then you will have to be my new handmaiden."

"I live only to serve you, Your Imperial Majesty," replied Vashj, looking rather pleased at the suggestion of replacing her former mistress in the new pecking order.

"While we are waiting, you can rub my feet," said Jadis.


**

In the palace garden, Azshara stared into the strange dark waters of the Well of Eternity. From the well had come that evil woman, Jadis, who had stolen her throne and imposed a cruel tyranny on the land of Kalimdor. It had been her folly that had summoned the monstrous sorceress. She had hoped to summon a great and powerful god who would rid the world of imperfection and become her mate.

Was there any hope that a god might yet still come from the Well of Eternity and free her people?

Suddenly, the waters began to stir and crackle with magical energy. Something was materializing in the well.

A huge creature took form and jumped out of the well. Azshara watched a blur of something golden.

The being looked very much like a saber cat, but was much larger, with brilliant golden fur and a majestic mane.

Azshara had never seen anything so magnificent, powerful or noble looking as this creature.

The former night elf queen had always made a show of worshiping Elune, but in truth she had never had a pious thought in her life and had no regard for gods. Yet something caused her to fall to her knees before this huge and fearsome being.

"What are you, Great Lord?" asked Azshara with a tremble in her voice.

"I am Aslan. I have come to rid this land of the evil that has come to it, just as I have come to many worlds and destroyed many evils and injustices," said the enormous cat.

Azshara realised that she was faced with a greater being than she could ever have hoped to summon.

"How came this evil to the world of Azeroth?" asked Aslan.

The former queen hung her head in shame.

"I tried to summon a great and powerful god, in the hope that he would rid this world of imperfection. I meant well, but in my folly I brought only the wicked Jadis," she replied.

"My child, I have seen countless worlds ravaged by rulers who meant well. You do well to realise your folly. But do you not see the futility of trying to bring perfection?" said Aslan.

"Is perfection not a good thing to seek?" asked Azshara.

"Child, the multiverse is older than this world and there are evils far more ancient than Jadis of Charn. The multiverse is fallen and fractured and a terrible battle rages between the forces of righteousness and the forces of evil and chaos. To seek perfection now is to ignore the reality of the fall and the magnitude of the forces of evil. Yet a day will come when the Emperor will accomplish his plans for the multiverse. All things will one day be restored to harmony and the multiverse will be filled with the Emperor's presence," explained Aslan.

"So there is hope," said Azshara.

"Why else did you seek to summon a god?" asked Aslan.

Azshara looked very embarassed.

"I believed that none of the Kaldorei was worthy to be my mate. I thought only a god was fit to be my consort," she replied.

"Child, do you know the first sin of the multiverse was pride? One of the first created beings, a creature so glorious he was called 'Lightbearer' fell to evil because his heart was lifted up. Pride is a most destructive fault."

Looking at this cat-like creature, so beautiful, so glorious, so powerful made the former queen realise how limited her own beauty was. Before him she felt so small and insignificant. It was a feeling utterly alien to her, but somehow it felt good.

The great cat continued.

"Normally, I never show people what would have happened. This time I shall make an exception. Look into the well."

Azshara looked into the waters of the well and beheld a monstrous creature. It had a long body like a snake, multiple arms and hair like the tentacles of an octopus. Yet its face was unmistakably that of Azshara.

"What is this?" asked Azshara in horror.

"Daughter of the Moon, it is fortunate that you brought Jadis to this world. Had it not been for the Emperor's design, you would have summoned the god you sought. The one called Sargeras, who is a servant of the one who was once called 'Lightbearer.' Had you brought Sargeras to Azeroth, this is what you would have become," explained Aslan.

"I cannot believe the magnitude of my errors, Lord."

"And another thing, Daughter of the Moon, why have so many dwarfs, tauren, goblins and other creatures decided to throw their lot in with Jadis?"

Azshara gulped. She had never been treated to a dressing down in her life and this was even more painful than the humiliation of becoming Jadis' slave.

"Is it not because of the failings of the Kaldorei?" said Aslan. "Is it not because you and your people despise them? Is it not because you care nothing for them and are unwilling to share your luxury and good fortune with these races? Jadis' coming had truly been a judgement upon you Kaldorei!"

Azshara wept.

"Please restore to me my kingdom! I will do better! I will rule with wisdom and be fair to the other races. Please give me a chance, Aslan!"

"You shall be given that chance, my child. But be sure to rule well, for I shall return to Azeroth!" said Aslan. "Now you must ride on my back!"



**

Jadis was sat on her throne watching a group of scantily-clad night elf females dance for her. Vashj stood at her side, wafting a fan.

At that moment, Aslan burst through the doors of the throne room and charged towards the wicked queen, with Azshara sat on his back.

Jadis looked stared with horror at the intruders. She raised her wand to turn Aslan into stone, but the great lion breathed hard, sending a blast of wind towards Jadis, knocking the wand from her hand.

Terrified, Jadis lifted up her skirts and ran towards the exit on her huge bare feet.

Aslan pounced on the sorceress and brought his jaws hard down on her head, snatching her up into his gaping mouth.

Azshara looked with fearfulness at the terrible fate of the evil queen. She realised that whatever Aslan was, he was not safe or tame, but a fearsome god.

The great lion roared and licked his lips.

"I have swallowed up men and women, boys and girls, dwarfs and elves, kings and queens. Now I have eaten Jadis of Charn! All things are subject to me!"

Azshara knelt down before Aslan, recognising his power and kingliness.

"Azshara, do you promise to rule your people with justice and wisdom?"

"I do," she replied.

"Do you renounce all the pride and vanity that brought ruin to your people and might have brought even greater ruin?"

"I do,"

"Do you promise to seek peace and to strive for better relations with the dwarfs, tauren and other races of this world?"

"I do, Aslan."

"Then arise, Azshara, queen of Kalimdor and ruler of the Kaldorei people! Once a queen of Kalimdor, always a queen of Kalimdor!"

Vashj rushed to the side of her former mistress.

"I am delighted to see you restored to your throne, Light of Lights!"

"None of that now, dear Vashj! I don't want any more of those silly old titles. I am just plain old Queen Azshara from now on. I am your queen and that's good enough for me!"
 
The War Host of Charn

This is set in Charn, before Jadis destroyed it. I'm cautious about writing stuff set in Charn. I think that place it has to have a very exotic and slightly surreal feel to it, as well as a sense of the mysterious.

I made up all the different units in Jadis' army. I definitely think Jadis would have ridden a manticore!


The War Host of Charn


Charn had been at peace for too long. Jadis had no doubt about that. The rebellion of her sister was a timely event, for it provided the opportunity to purge Charn of those who were weak and unworthy, not to mention those unloyal enough to side with her wretched sibling. Jadis loved war. She loved to hear the anguished cries of her enemies and the roaring hatred of her own troops. War was music to her ears.

The Queen-Emperor of Charn was dressed for battle. Upon her head was the Imperial War Crown, crested with horns and dragon wings. Over her short tunic she wore a brilliant breastplate of shining brass. A purple cloak fell from her shoulders.

Jadis moved gracefully across the field on her huge bare feet. She needed no boots, for her feet would be washed in the blood of her enemies, just like the naked feet of a peasant girl trod the winepress.

She surveyed her troops. Before her were mustered the entire war host of Charn. Countless spearmen of the Imperial Army stood assembled. With them were her very own Life Guard in their shining armor and red cloaks.

Jadis smiled upon the troops who would give up their lives for her.

She heard the beating of wings and watched as her wyvern riders came to land. Their air support would be highly useful in dealing with the war machines that her sister utilized.

There were many exotic units in the army of Jadis. Savages from the southern jungles with their poisoned arrows, the Lizard Folk of Sen-Kree, their tongues hissing with anticipation, pure-blooded giants from the northern realms.

The tribesmen of Ras'thee roared with joy as their queen walked before them. Each was clad in the pelt of a lion and their axes had tasted the blood of many a monster.

The Faceless Knights remained motionless before her. None had ever been seen without their armor. Some said beneath those suits of steel were only skeletons. Others said that they were walking suits of armour, animated by magic.

The Blood Host of Lokrissa were a fearsome sight. Their bare chests were criss-crossed with scars. Such was their frenzied blood lust that when they were not shedding the blood of their enemies, they would cut their own skin.

The Beetle riders of Jus'tak'tak were perhaps the strangest of all her regiments. Each beetle was as large as a wyvern and armoured with the blackest of chitin. They made a hideous clacking sound as they moved. Their riders were almost as terrible, clad in thick armor made from giant spiders.


Jadis knew her forces were formidable. Her sister would tremble and beg for mercy when she set eyes on her war host.


It was time to mount her own charger. A beast master held the reigns of her mount. It was a terrible monster with massive bat-like wings and a scorpion tail. From a huge lion-like face, it breathed sulphorous smoke.

Jadis laid an affectionate hand on the head of her manticore. She then carefully placed her bare feet into the stirrups and took the reigns.

With a loud beating of wings, the great beast flew into the air above the army. The soldiers below cheered to see their queen taking to the sky.

Landing the manticore, Jadis raised her voice to address her war host.

"My soldiers! Warriors of Charn! This day we go to battle to purge this world of the faithless. Today you shall unleash the horrors of darkness on those that do not own my supremacy. Fight and die for the glory of Charn and the honour of your queen!"

"For the glory of Queen Jadis!" cried the war host in unison. "For the glory of Queen Jadis!"
 
I confess I only now looked at "Azshara's Deliverer;" but I reckon that Mister Lewis would completely approve of the words you put in Aslan's mouth.

In the newer story, where you say that armor was made from giant spiders, do you mean it was made from their silk? If you mean that THE SPIDERS THEMSELVES were plastered onto the warriors' bodies, I think any opponent seeing them would be overcome with puking nausea at the sight. Which, I suppose, WOULD be a good defense for the spider-wearers.
 
Thanks! Azshara's Deliverer is sort of tongue in cheek and it was the first time I wrote for Aslan. I thought Aslan's statement about swallowing things must be literal at least some of the time!

I think I meant the riders' armour was made from the exoskeletons of giant spiders.
 
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