The heroes of Azeroth, after a weary and costly war, defeated their ancient foe. The Burning Legion had taken the full undivided focus of Azeroth's heroes. When their major factions, the Alliance and Horde failed, these heroes formed their own factions to create a united front regardless of difference. Paladins, Warlocks, Druids, Rogues, all stood shoulder-to-shoulder to face this threat. This war took them all across their world, fighting this demon army on many fronts. Eventually, this great war took them to the stars, to the very homeworld of the Legion. Thousands of demons slain, thousands of lives lost. But in the end, the greatest of Azeroth's heroes did the impossible. Sargeras was imprisoned, the Legion's commanders were slain, and, the very weapon they used to bring their souls back was destroyed. Now the heroes, after using the remaining power of their legendary weapons to seal Sargeras' last curse, can finally breathe. In this short period of peace, where did they go? Who were these figures?

 

For'dah Lightweave

Highlord of the Silver Hand, leader of the assault on Antorus. For'dah found herself relieved despite the damage that had been done to Azeroth. During this invasion, her thoughts were often not of the world's safety, but her homeland's. Knowing that, at the very least her people were safe, was a great weight off her mind. Once the Vindicaar landed, she gave her farewells to the fellow order hall leaders. Some leaders like Archmage Varli and Deathlord Rosetrail were given hugs. Meanwhile the rest were given curt salutes and handshakes. Each one, despite how honorable or despicable they were, were instrumental to defeating the Legion. For'dah would return to Quel'thalas to spend time with her family. The ridiculous paladin didn't even take a moment to pry herself from her cracked and torn armor the Army of the Light crafted for her. She'd spend the next few months with family, ocassionally leaving for any remaining duties to ensure Azeroth's continued protection.

 

Varli

Archmage of the Tirisgarde, organizer of the assaults on the Emerald Nightmare, Nighthold, and the Tomb of Sargeras. Despite the close quarters combat and the intimacy of fighting on another planet with a smaller group, the blue dragon kept her identity safe. After the initial adrenaline came to a crash and she gave her farewells, Varli returned to her favorite place in Azeroth; her bed. She continued to organize with Khadgar and the Tirisgarde to nip all the loose threats in the bud. The biggest one being the great sword that had just been plunged into the planet. Aside from these tasks, she took her rest by taking in the now peaceful sights of the Broken Isles.

 

Amarys Rosetrail

Deathlord of the Acherus, Scourge of the Silver Hand. Even though Amarys rekindled her friendship with For'dah on Argus, the two factions remained deeply at odds. After their parting, Amarys took immediate action to keep the Acherus away from reach of any of the known factions. Her rest was not in the beauty of Azeroth nor the warmth of others, but in solitude. Even though forces were at work within the Alliance and Horde once again, she would not take to the battlefield anytime soon.

 

Toni Stank

Huntmaster of the Unseen Path, CEO of Stank Industries. The great Toni Stank was happy to leave Argus behind and return to her life of luxury. Though, ever since this campaign, her definition of luxury had changed. The great hunters from her order hall had taught her so much more than she anticipated. Toni believed she wasn't meant to be their leader, that it was some kind of fluke, but in the end she realized that there was no single way to be a Hunter. That, she too was a great hunter and an even better organizer. Despite this, however, she decided to leave the Unseen Path. Her allies, now friends would know how to reach her but she was a business woman first. After giving up Titanstrike, she found her new rest in the wilderness, with a small campfire, and whoever she could bring to it at a moment's notice. The few months of rest would not prepare her for the war machine that was coming and she could smell the storm.

 

Cesario

Shadowblade of the Uncrowned, magical thief extraordinaire. Cesario found the goodbyes to be a hollow experience. Not because he was personally slighted by any particular member, but due to the fact he never thought he'd see two things; The Legion's defeat, and the freedom of his people. The former seemed cosmically impossible, while the latter could've happened but he wouldn't have been around. Coming home was an exercise in trust as people welcomed home the Nightborne heroes who helped defeat the Burning Legion. To add further emphasis to the strangeness of the situation, Thalyssra took no time at all to pull Cesario aside and ask for him to be a leader Spellblade once again. Apparently his allies, whom he had become uncomfortably close to, sent ahead letters of recommendation to the new Nightborne regent. Some involved situations that actually happened without the details of Uncrowned operations, while others were almost completely fiction. He declined initially, but after a short discussion, Thalyssra appointed him as a spymaster for the Nightborne instead. Celebrations after celebrations took place but Cesario took to the shadows for these short few months, happy to watch his people's newfound lust for life from afar.

 

Kila Ravensong

Odyn's chosen, Spellblade of Suramar. Ravensong felt redeemed upon stepping foot back on Azeroth. The first invasion by the Legion over ten thousand years ago was barely won by the Kaldorei and their allies. Only by shutting the Legion out, did they succeed. But she did not see that victory, instead she was stationed in Suramar at Ravencrest's behest. Instead of victory, she saw defeat, the cowardice of her people as they hid themselves away. That defeat ate at her and inspired her to become one of Alluriel's honorable Spellblades. One day the walls would come down and one day she'd fight the demons who had destroyed her world. Instead, she was cast out into the wilderness and given a destiny by a Paragon of War, Odyn. She fought the Legion, found comrades, and faced them on their world. She had won. No longer was their regret of staying in Suramar at Ravencrest's orders, nor regret of her choice to stand up to Elisande's demands. Celebrations in Suramar took place, but Ravensong's own rest came at seeing everything she fought for suddenly fall into place. Thalyssra returned Ravensong to her position as a Spellblade, this time sure of her place in this world.

 

Targith Wolfwind

Farseer of the Earthen Ring, the Redeemed. The older orc found himself swept away in all the action and it felt as if the entire war on Argus took place in one day. By the time everyone had said their goodbyes, he found himself ready for much more than a nap and a soak. But his duties included appropriate gratitude for the elements for their aid in the war against the Legion. He had done the impossible, getting the four elemental lords to agree to work together. It was something no one had done before and now he needed to make sure their efforts were rewarded. He went on a walkabout across the Broken Isles to find infused objects showing each element's role in the war. For Neptulon, he found a mighty horn used by the Kvaldir to call upon the waves. Prince Thunderaan was given the shattered pieces of the Fist of Ra-den, so that he may one day repair them and keep them safe. Therazane was given a large runestone that was created by Dargrul to create massive rock elementals. Finally, Lord Smolderon was given the blades of the now deceased, Spellblade Alluriel. Proper gifts of their foes in hand, the lords returned to their domains and Targith spent his remaining time attempting to understand Azeroth's newfound pain. The old orc knew his journey was far from over, and his rest would reside in the small moments with his comrades.

 

Myrah Nymphborn

Archdruid of the Dreamgrove, expedition leader of the Emerald Nightmare. Myrah's joy at seeing the Legion fall was quickly overshadows by Sargeras' blade going into Azeroth. It shattered her heart and caused great panic, a panic that would not soon be quelled. Shortly after, all the people she met had left to go find their own rest and she was all alone. She panicked as she returned to the Dreamgrove and it took great strides from her old shan'do, Broll Bearmantle, and Malfurion to calm her down. They, too were disturbed by the flaming sword but they also shared their relief of the Legion's disappearance. Childlike in her fear and joy, once the young druid was brought back, it didn't take long for the druids of the Dreamgrove to momentarily celebrate. Myrah finally felt peace since the Burning Legion's recent invasion started. Her final sigh of relief came once the great sword's power had been diminished and Azeroth could begin to heal. She met with Varli and Targith one last time before the darkness returned and her innocence would soon go up in flames.

 

Miss Redfur

Grandmaster of the Five Dawns, the legendary Red Serpent of Pandaria. Sol-Mi Redfur's great secret, which she poorly guarded, was out. When she enlisted with the Five Dawns initially, she did so with the belief she'd be fighting alongside other monks as an equal. But now it wouldn't be possible to put the serpent back in the bottle. Her jounery took her so much further than she ever thought. Her rooster, "Mr. Redfeathers" was thankfully unscathed and happily returned to his duties upon arriving home in the Valley of the Four Winds. Both Redfur and Redfeathers had been greatly changed from the experience. Now that everyone knew her as not just a mysterious brewmaster, but as one of the few saviors of Azeroth, she found herself overwhelmed by the charity of others. She'd have to remind her neighbors again and again to keep calling her "Miss Redfur" as well as to treat her just like anyone else. It was exhausting most of the time, but she allowed some of the reverance when guests came to visit. Due to their advanced ages, Farseer Targith found himself visiting Miss Redfur to swap stories, gossip, and share the cultures of their people. Mr. Redfeathers went from being a poor rooster who'd run at the sign of the first fox, to a great warrior. The great rooster even bestowed the trophies of his conquests at his master's door. The Red Serpent still has no idea how he plucked out the eye of a large snapping turtle, but it gives her giggle fits anytime she thinks on it.

 

Sidralion

Netherlord of the Council of Black Harvest, self proclaimed Prince of Outland. The weary black dragon stayed on Azeroth no longer than necessary and returned to his flight in Outland. He shared the stories of his conquests, most real, some fabricated, to his much older brother, Sabellian. The Black Dragonflight were not the warm or kind variety, and Sabellian couldn't believe his brother at first. But after a few weeks of elder members of the flight confirming Sidralion's tales, Sabellian found himself congratulating his brother on his conquest. It wasn't his brother's reception that warmed his heart, but that of his younger siblings. The whelps spread his stories to whoever would listen and eventually the details became even more distorted than they already were. The Netherlord would eventually return to the Council, concerned about their next steps. Only, the destruction of the Legion as an entity was not the end of their studies, but the beginning.

 

Vedra and Yvonn

The two demon hunter decided that, after all this time of not being together and suddenly married, it was time for a honeymoon. Considering that they led the charge in the name of the Illidari both on Azeroth and on Antorus, the two were willing to take back all the extra time they had lost growing up. Vedra and Yvonn spent their vacations on the beaches of Stranglethorn, Azsuna, and Quel'thalas. The two's antics caused raised eyebrows, disgust, and ultimately chaos for fellow beachgoers.

 

Fulbright Brokenspark

High Priest of the Conclave, slayer of Aggramar. Brokenspark felt his chosen name now more than ever. His final act of heroism on Argus troubled him deeply. The forsaken priest's raid on Antorus was almost extinguished by the corrupted titan, Aggramar. In a final bid of desperation, he let the Xalatath's whispers and the shadows that followed into himself to become an avatar of destruction. Throughout the campaign, he had teetered between light and dark, with the darkness being the more influential voice. By the end, he had become the very thing he feared. Sargeras' imprisonment and the Legion's defeat should've been a caused for celebration. But instead, High Priest Brokenspark departed immediately upon landing and disappeared. He would return to help remove the power from Sargeras' dark blade, but he departed shortly after. No one has been able to find him, no one has really had the ability to look. Instead Brokenspark has all but left this world, a world he was instrumental in saving.