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What?

His voice rang out across the hall, the bellow’s shockwave crashing into everyone in its path with the rage of a tsunami. The once-merry chattering came to an eerie halt as the champions of valor turned to face their lord, a thick tension pulled across Valhalla.

K’ure kept her gaze upon the Keeper, her brow furrowing as her agitation grew. “I said, I couldn’t give a shit about what you want, Odyn.”

And it was true: for the decades she had been fighting on, for, and with Azeroth, the Pantheon (and all of the creatures aligned with it) brought only destruction. The only work the Keepers created that the draenei would just barely consider decent were the earthen and vrykul, and even then it took millennia more for those creations to mutate enough to become the entities she fought alongside in the Alliance.

No; she was done fighting others’ wars, especially with someone with a temper as Odyn’s.

The tension grew as the Keeper stood to his full height, dwarfing the draenei by dozens of feet. “And how, pray tell,” the lord rumbled, his voice just a hiss of steam, “do you plan to defeat the Legion without my help?”

The warrior could feel his rage rolling off of him like magma erupting from the earth, the skin she had exposed to Odyn's rage surely needing burn treatment once she left this place, but she did not (and would not) waver under his anger.

Rather, she gritted her teeth against the pain and replied, “Since when have I needed your help before?”

A moment passed, and then another, and as another came and went K’ure thought she would smitten and forbid from returning to Valhalla (as if she really wanted to return), until:

Odyn laughed. The heat subsided as he returned to his seat, his once-thunderous bellow changing into an earth-shaking belly laugh as he said with a nonchalant wave of his hand, “You champions are truly wondrous. It is a shame it took millennia for us to meet, for how our alliance would have changed the very battlefield!”

The hall returned to its merriment, drinking and eating and chattering of heroes of times long since passed, and K'ure felt the physical oppression of Odyn’s might slowly release her.

As she turned away from the Keeper and walked down the path to the val’kyr, the draenei could feel the gaze of Odyn burning into her back.

He will always hold a grudge, she heard the whispers of Helya echo in her mind, the memory of the old val’kyr’s scarred face twisted in anger and curiosity. No matter how slight the wrongdoing, he will make you pay.

Perhaps K’ure should stay away from Valhalla as often as she could; these Order Halls did not appear to be as safe as Khadgar promised they would be. 

What?

His voice rang out across the hall, the bellows shockwave crashing into everyone in its path with the rage of a tsunami. The once-merry chattering came to an eerie halt as the champions of valor turned to face their lord, a thick tension pulled across Valhalla.

Kure kept her gaze upon the Keeper, her brow furrowing as her agitation grew. I said, I couldnt give a shit about what you want, Odyn.

And it was true: for the decades she had been fighting on, for, and with Azeroth, the Pantheon (and all of the creatures aligned with it) brought only destruction. The work this faction created that the draenei would just barely consider decent were the earthen and vrykul, and even then it took millennia more for those creations to mutate enough to become the entities she fought alongside in the Alliance.

The tension grew as the Keeper stood to his full height, dwarfing the draenei by dozens of feet. And how, pray tell, the lord rumbled, his voice just a hiss of steam, do you plan to defeat the Legion without my help?

The warrior could feel his rage rolling off of him like magma erupting from the earth, the skin exposed to Odyns rage surely needing burn treatment once she left this place, but she did not (and would not) waver under his anger.

Rather, she gritted her teeth against the pain and replied, Since when have I needed your help before?

A moment passed, and then another, and as another came and went Kure thought she would be smote and forbid from returning to Valhalla (as if she really wanted to return), until:

Odyn laughed. The heat subsided as he returned to his seat, his once-thunderous bellow changing into an earth-shaking belly laugh as he said with a nonchalant wave of his hand, You champions are truly wondrous. It is a shame it took millennia for us to meet, for how our alliance would have changed the very battlefield!

The hall returned to its merriment, drinking and eating and chattering of heroes of times long since passed, and Kure felt the physical oppression of Odyns might slowly release her.

As she turned away from the Keeper and walked down the path to the valkyr, the draenei could feel the gaze of Odyn burning into her back.

He will always hold a grudge, she heard the whispers of Helya echo in her mind, the memory of the old valkyrs scarred face twisted in anger and curiosity. No matter how slight the wrongdoing.

Perhaps Kure should stay away from Valhalla as often as she could; these Order Halls did not appear to be as safe as Khadgar promised they would be.