Note to Self: Never, and I mean NEVER, put an Earth person into Azeroth.
- LECTURAS 11
- Votos 1
- Partes 1
(THE CHARACTER IS USED FROM A CREATION SITE CALLED Picrew, WOULD RECCOMEND, ALSO ISN'T WHAT THE MC ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE)
When a brilliant 20 year old with ADHD and hasn't really matured past 14 is shoved headfirst into Azeroth's waters near the shores of the Lost Isles, everything is slowly turned into chaos.
Given the ability named "Firiitheric" (Fiery-there-ick) , they don't expect to be thrown into the responsibility of subtly changing everything from Mists of Pandaria.
Unluckily for the people who brought them there, Luminei wasn't subtle in the slightest.
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So I decided to just fuck it and make a WoW fanfiction revolving around a nonbinary human who, along her journey of somehow catching Vol'jin's attention as well as His Royal ass Varian Wrynn (You get that when you're an odd grape, they're kickass and yet at the same time just off) and her spoiling the entire plot.
Oh yeah, and a Zandalari troll companion.
Fun, right?
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