Garona Halforcen

She has taught Auz and his children (the Inisfreean girls) the languages of her world (Draenei and Orcish), and speaks them with him whenever she and he spend time together.

 

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Table of Contents:

1. Spec’s
2. Details
3. Garona and Auz
4. 2021 Update
5. 2025 Update

 

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Spec’s:

• 5’7″
• 138 lbs.
• brunette
• medium-lime-green skin/complexion
• green eyes (and of a special soft medium green that pairs perfectly with her skin-tone)
• small feminine “tusks” (the jaw-based opposite of vampire-fangs, as they come up from below, instead of down from above)
• strong feminine figure/physique/musculature with no muscle-lines; just sexily-toned
• Elven/commanding-feminine facial-structure
• Elven pointed ears (though not as long as most Elves’)
• perky C-cup breasts
• wears ancient, tribal, “cave-woman” attire; leathers-based sports-bra, loincloth, gear-belt, and sometimes fitted armor, etc.

 

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Details:

Garona Halforcen is a half-orc half-draenei quest giver for the Horde in the Twilight Highlands. Like most others, she believed she was half-human until the truth was revealed to her. She is an assassin and a spymistress.

She was an emissary of the Horde during the first invasion of Azeroth, and was the reluctant murderer of King Llane Wrynn. Later, she joined her son and the other members of the New Council of Tirisfal in their battle against the Twilight’s Hammer clan.

Appearance 

With the recent revelation of the appearances of the true draenei and their eredar-like forms — it was hard to believe that Garona was half-draenei since she lacked their cranial features, leg structure, presence of a tail, and hooves — her prowess as an assassin makes it unlikely she is “half-uncorrupted” draenei. However, in World of Warcraft: The Burning Crusade, there is a half-orc half-draenei blademaster in Nagrand — Lantresor of the Blade, leader of the Boulderfist ogres — who reuses Rend Blackhand‘s orc model lacking draenei features and human features. Although Lantresor’s model may just be using an orc model due to the lack of a true half-draenei model in-game (in the same way that half-elves are represented by elven models in game), Garona looks like him, without draenei features.

In the World of Warcraft: The Comic, she is portrayed, similar to her older renditions, with dominant orcish features. Her only draenei features are the eye glows (not white, however, but purple) and the structure of her forehead. She also mentions to Maraad that her feet are “almost like hooves.” Horns and the tail are missing, although it is possible that they have been physically removed or simply are rudimentary and hidden under her clothes and hair. Her leg structure has nothing in common with the draenei’s though.

Her clothes, tattoo, and haircut are similar to 2003’s orc assassin concept art by Samwise Didier, implying this may have been an older picture of Garona and not an unknown assassin.

Biography 

Birth and Early Life 

The birth of Garona was orchestrated by Gul’dan, who “bred” one of his orcish warriors to a draenei female. The result was a child that, as discovered later, looked surprisingly human. Gul’dan had her magically aged and tortured,  and eventually used a powerful magical spell to control her mind to ensure obedience. Garona was raised in barracks with her father’s people and hated by the larger orcs for being different. Their claims and beliefs of her being “ugly and deformed” would reflect how she felt about herself for years to come. Her birth mother’s brother however, the Vindicator Maraad, did not care that Garona was half orc. Having learned his sister had borne a child, he began searching for his niece, a search that would stretch on for many years.

Rise to power 

Having traveled throughout Draenor, Garona was well-versed in the culture of the orcs, making her an invaluable asset to the Shadow Council. She was inducted into the warlock-controlled Stormreaver clan; and quickly became the chief interpreter of the Shadow Council and Gul’dan‘s personal spy and assassin. However, Garona belonged to no clan, and held no allegiance to one. Due to her mixed blood, she was condemned to remain an outcast forever and had to rely upon her wits to keep herself alive in the harsh world. Gul’dan took advantage of this and would force her to train constantly to hone her skills in amusing spectacles and attempts to have her killed off; turning her into a fierce warrior and forcing her to prove her worth to the orcs. Upon arriving in Azeroth, Garona’s experience lent a great deal to her insight with their newest foe, the humans.

Emissary to Medivh 

She was a member of one of the first raiding parties into Azeroth, and also one of the few to confront the Guardian Medivh (the Magus). While her party was wiped out, she was spared and sent back to relay a message to the warlock Gul’dan. After a period of time, she returned and met with the Magus on many occasions. Eventually, she was granted the title of Emissary and sent to Karazhan. It was there that she met Khadgar, Medivh’s apprentice and observer from Dalaran.  Khadgar was, at first, furious at her presence, but the Magus demanded Khadgar treat her with respect. A bond of trust formed between the two when they had to combine their skills to defeat a bizarre demon that appeared in the library of the great tower. Garona and Khadgar continually criticized each other’s race while defending their own. Eventually, Garona mentioned to Khadgar that the orcs had been arriving on Azeroth via a gateway known as the Dark Portal.

Garona also began to respect the Magus Medivh a great deal, and began to question where her true loyalties lie. Despite being a spy, she reported that the “Old Man” had told her everything she wanted to know; she felt that she could never break his trust. She even made the comment that the bond of trust had made her feel more “human”, and that she felt Medivh had a grand dream to bring something better to this world. It may have been around this time that Medivh fathered Garona’s son, Med’an.

Battle with Medivh 

Due to Medivh’s eventual bizarre behavior, Khadgar and Garona felt it necessary to investigate and uncover any connection between his actions and the sudden arrival of the orcs. Using a spell to call forth a vision of the past, Khadgar and Garona discovered that Medivh was, in fact, the man who had brought the orcs into Azeroth, thus uncovering his plans of murder and deceit. This shook Garona to the core, and while she initially thought it was a misfire of the spell, she eventually accepted the truth. After a short battle with Medivh, where Khadgar used his powers to summon a vision of Aegwynn that distracted the Magus, the two escaped and made their way to the (former) Kingdom of Azeroth.

Despite a small interruption in their journey, they eventually met up with Lord Anduin Lothar. They told their story to Lothar and King Llane Wrynn of Azeroth, but Llane could not believe it was true. Despite Llane’s skepticism, it was Lothar who realized that the Magus had truly gone insane; at his suggestion, a small raiding party was gathered to confront Medivh in Karazhan. Later that very evening, Garona donned the colors of Azeroth at Lothar’s request and joined the party as they set out via gryphons to the tower.

After searching about the tower, they soon came across a hidden passageway downward. It led into a mirror image of the tower itself, where Medivh’s second shadow Sargeras dwelled. It was also at this time that both Garona and Khadgar witnessed something that would forever change the half-orc. Karazhan presented Garona with a vision of her future, where she was forced to watch in horror as “future-Garona” murdered King Llane during the siege against Stormwind City. For a while, Garona was terrified of what she knew would eventually come to pass. Llane was one of the few people who had ever treated her with kindness and she held no desire to betray or kill him. However, Khadgar finally snapped her out of her state of shock and forced her to focus on the more important matter at hand. He told her that if the vision was true, then it meant they would both get out of Karazhan alive (since Khadgar had previously seen a vision of his own future as well), and that if it was false then she could die taking comfort in the knowledge that she wasn’t destined to betray King Llane or the humans.

Eventually, they found Medivh, who unleashed all the powers bestowed upon him by his mother and the demon lord Sargeras. Garona, now boiling with anger at Medivh’s betrayal — and perhaps hoping to die rather than live out the vision she had seen — attacked the Magus head on, only to be struck down by a powerful spell. Medivh expressed disappointment in Garona, telling her that he had hoped she of all people would understand what he was going through and not oppose him.

Feeling little remorse for the half-orc, he then touched her head and cast a second spell, filling her mind with the doubts and divisions that he himself had carried. She fell to the floor, incapacitated. During this small skirmish, Gul’dan had sensed Medivh’s end was near, and used a spell to enter his mind. Medivh had teased Gul’dan with images of the powerful artifact known as the Eye of Sargeras in order to persuade him to have the orcs invade the human world. Gul’dan attempted to pry the knowledge of the artifact and its whereabouts from the Magus’s mind before his demise. Moments later, after much conflict, Medivh was finally slain by Khadgar and Lothar; Gul’dan was still deep within the Guardian’s thoughts trying to find the location of the Eye of Sargeras when Medivh was killed. A massive mental assault befell Gul’dan and he lapsed into a coma. Garona was nowhere to be found…

Llane’s assassination 

Soon after, Garona became a trusted confidant to King Llane. Due to Medivh’s mind games, she was unable to form a true allegiance. She reported to King Llane the inner workings of the Horde and how he could use it to his advantage. After her “release” by orc forces during a raid on Northshire Abbey, she was ordered (presumably by the Shadow Council) to kill King Llane.  Her vision had become a reality, but she was unable to disobey the order, as she was still under the influence of Gul’dan’s magic. She carried out the task, and with a deep sadness murdered King Llane, cutting his heart out. Llane’s son, prince Varian witnessed the murder, and was shocked beyond belief. Years later, even into his adulthood, Varian found himself confused and unable to understand why Garona was crying while she carried out his father’s assassination. At the time, she was pregnant with her son, Med’an.

Gul’dan, who was still in a coma at this time, was unable to keep the Horde in check or give orders to Blackhand. Orgrim Doomhammer, a.k.a. ‘the backstabber’ had suspected Blackhand was merely Gul’dan’s puppet for some time and used this situation to his advantage. Orgrim challenged Blackhand in single combat and killed him, and seized the mantle of Warchief. His spies found Garona and Orgrim ordered her to be taken prisoner. The orcs brought her back and Orgrim had her tortured nearly to the brink of death, until she finally revealed the secret location of the Shadow Council and Gul’dan’s loyalist, to Orgrim. Orgrim led a secret assault on the Shadow Council and destroyed it, killing nearly all the warlocks and practitioners of fel magic; and ultimately took complete control of the Horde. Garona eventually would flee the orc and human settlements and disappeared into the wilds. Spies of an unknown faction continued searching for Garona even after the Second War. She would avoid them all, and in time gave birth to Med’an. She sought out her friend, the ancient undead mage Meryl Winterstorm, and citing her assassination of King Llane, she told Meryl that she was a danger to her child and entrusted the baby to him. Informing him of the baby’s name, she asked that he never tell Med’an who his mother was. Bidding Meryl farewell, she disappeared from the rest of the world, but would keep watch over her son from afar.

Garona’s return 

 This section concerns content exclusive to the World of Warcraft: The Comic or other Warcraft-related comics.

Garona continued watching over her son. At the time of World of Warcraft: The Burning Crusade, Med’an was attacked by a Twilight’s Hammer clan party formed by an ogre, an orc, a tauren, a Night Elf, and a Forsaken. As they were beating him, she suddenly appeared and killed the entire party; later, she and her son were captured by more Twilight’s Hammer members. She was taken to Ahn’Qiraj but Med’an was released.

When she arrived she found that Chieftain Cho’gall was still alive and that he knew the spell that Gul’dan used on her mind to force her to do things against her will. He sent her to Theramore to assassinate the newly returned King Varian Wrynn, thereby using her to ruin any possible chance of a human-orc alliance. Garona was also ordered to assassinate secondary targets Prince Anduin Wrynn and Warchief Thrall, but was ordered to kill King Varian Wrynn at the summit at any cost. This attack failed and she was captured by Jaina Proudmoore, while Med’an was recaptured by the Twlight’s Hammer clan. Jaina and Aegwynn discovered the spell placed on her mind but could not remove it without causing her great pain and possible death. She made a deal with Valeera Sanguinar despite this, agreeing to endure the pain and gave them the information they required if Valeera used it, to go save her son from the Twilight Hammer clan.

While Valeera and Meryl Winterstorm went to rescue Med’an, Garona was rescued by her uncle Maraad while Theramore was under attack from the Scourge. Maraad explained to Med’an who his mother was and who he was, but as they were talking Valeera came looking for Garona. Thinking that Valeera had not kept her part of the deal, Garona escaped while Maraad distracted her; and she ran into Med’an who was following Valeera. She explained that until Cho’gall was killed she would remain a threat to him, as Cho’gall could control her just like Gul’dan did and only he knew what the safe word was to dispel the mind control spell Gul’dan placed upon her. Med’an was to stay with his great uncle until that time came to pass. Garona then went to Ahn’Qiraj to wait for her chance to kill Chieftain Cho’gall.

Parentage 

Garona’s “non-orcish” heritage has been very much disputed over the years. Some believed her to be part human (i.e. half-human) as she originally claimed. Medivh and Khadgar believed that the human part was actually a near-human race from Draenor, and not the same race of humans from Azeroth.  Others have suggested she is part draenei (i.e. half-draenei) which has been confirmed, although researchers such as Brann Bronzebeard had denied it (based on her appearance, draenei appearance, and their limited knowledge of other existing half-draenei in the world).

Initially, it was believed (even by Garona herself) that she was of half-orc and half-human heritage, as she claimed in the Warcraft I manual and in The Last Guardian. In the manual Garona specifically states she is “…of both Orc and Human lineage”. Garona also mentions that she was forced through the portal along with laborers into Azeroth from Draenor, meaning that she was born on Draenor.

Even Medivh, the Explorers’ League, many orcs and humans, and others thought that she was half-orc and half-human. Humans tended to focus on her orc parts, and orcs focused on her human parts. To orcs she had human hands, too pale, too weak, and too ugly. However, as Brann pointed out, due to her age it would seem impossible for a human and orc to have produced her since she was already a young woman at the time of the First War. Brann implied that half-draenei have physical features from both orcs and draenei, but that her features did not match those of the draenei he had seen (which at the time were mostly Lost Ones).

It was ultimately revealed that Gul’dan was aware of her true parentage but lied to Garona and made her believe she was half-human so she could more easily infiltrate the court of King Llane Wrynn.

As mentioned before, Garona herself had no reason to not believe Gul’dan’s lies, until she met her pure-blooded draenei uncle Maraad. When he revealed her heritage to her, Garona could not believe him until he pressed her memory. It was only then that Garona realized that he was telling her the truth. When she spoke to Med’an a few minutes later, she also told him of their draenei heritage to his surprise, showing that she had fully accepted this revelation to be true.

Before her full race identity was revealed in the comic, this issue was brought up on the official forums where the former community manager Caydiem claimed that Garona was in fact half-orc and half-draenei. As the uncorrupted draenei in the Burning Crusade expansion had not yet been revealed, Caydiem made this plausible by stating that the draenei seen so far in the game had been mutated as Draenor was torn apart by portals and through their portal travels.

In World of Warcraft

Items 

• Malyfous Darkhammer, a member of the Thorium Brotherhood, notes that the [Breastplate of Bloodthirst] is Garona’s trademark chestpiece (as seen in the render above). He offers players a replica of the breastplate, given a certain amount of materials.
• [Garona’s Signet Ring]​ is a drop from The Curator in Karazhan, where Garona stayed during her time as emissary.
• Yogg-Saron, whose role in certain events on Azeroth including Llane’s assassination is unclear, drops [Garona’s Guise]​ and [Kingsbane] (most likely the dagger used to assassinate Llane Wrynn).
• The Tier 9 Horde rogue set is named Garona’s Battlegear.
• She is the subject of the rogue quest item book: [Garona: A Study on Stealth and Treachery]

Quests 

Bloodgulch

•  [84] Eye Spy
•  [84] A Vision of Twilight
•  [84] The Eyes Have It

Twilight Citadel

•  [85] Bring the Hammer Down
•  [85] Coup de Grace
•  [85] Dark Assassins
•  [85] Distract Them for Me
•  [85] Dragon, Unchained
•  [85] The Elementium Axe
•  [85] Back to the Elementium Depths^ω ϖ 
•  [85] Help from the Earthcaller
•  [85] The Hammer of Twilight
•  [85] Garona Need You^ω ϖ 
•  [85] Just You and Garona
•  [85] Water of Life

In Wrath of the Lich King 

Garona is seen during Yogg-Saron‘s vision The Assassination of King Llane.

In Cataclysm 

Garona is first encountered by Horde players at Bloodgulch 

in the Twilight Highlands, where she continues to work against the Twilight’s Hammer clan and Cho’gall. She continues this fight and role as a quest giver at the Twilight Citadel in the same zone.

 

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Garona and Auz:

As the Inisfreeans continued refining and mastering their ability to open portals to any place and time, and to sense the memories and potential life-paths of all they then detected through those portals, they started offering the most well-formed (physically and mentally; the healthiest, most beautiful, most impressive, and most compatible) chances to see their secret city.  This was part of their master plan to restabilize all the good people and realms, concentrating on only the best of things, thereby letting only them live on and spread.  The first of such worthy beings they found in the time of the setting of the World of Warcraft (ancient Earth when dinosaurs and demons still roamed out in the open)… were a handful of blonde Elf and Human women, and then a few Draenei.

Years went by, at least from the Inisfreeans’ perspective, as they established friendly and then romantic relationships with those new representatives wisely chosen from their long-past portion of the lengthy time-stream (or was it a time loop?), though no time seemed to pass at all… from the perspective of those back then; those first women approved for knowledge and tours of Inisfree were put back right when they’d left, as if they hadn’t gone anywhere for any amount of time at all.  By the time their memories had led to the locating (in space and time) of other worthy females from their era and realms, they’d become dignitaries in Inisfree… and soon would also be goddesses.  None of them having knowledge of Garona when they’d been allowed to take portals to Inisfree, the half-Orc remained unknown.

Inisfreeans are fast-sensors, though, and after a few trips of their own into that time so far in Earth’s past… even the magic-controlled assassins lurking around became detectable and traceable to them.  Any who were flawlessly beautiful would be found.  Garona met that criterion, the modern comics introducing some game-players to her not doing her any justice.

Even though most of the powerful figures of her time had lost sight and track of her, and even though she had sworn to hide herself away from both 1) the ruthless one who’d put a mind-control spell on her, and 2) her own and only son (for fear of being mind-controlled to kill him like all the others she’d been ordered to), she had no way of hiding forever, at least not from the all-sensing Inisfreeans.  Their will in this was supreme, as her will was only to hide from one or two people for a time, while the Inisfreean will was to find all compatible beings no matter what, that will being the synergy of sextillions of them with the finest tech’ possible in Creation.  Thus, Space-time opened itself completely to them, and her biological signature was spotted in a remote area of one of Azeroth’s (what Earth was, for a time, called) two main continents.

Initially understandably very wary of the unexpected visitors, she mistook them for other assassins.  It was only because of each Inisfreean’s natural and perfect ability to calm, convince, and enamor all they met… that Garona was able to push through her fears and listen to them.  Her emotions had been trapped with no outlet for years, and soon came flowing and rushing forth like a lake through a cracking dam; she began breaking down… and confiding in them, as floored and saved by the compassion and attraction they shared with her… as their maker once had been by his own first encounter with pure love.

Garona would next come to fear she’d relive the same horror and hell with Auz that she had been spellbound to with the only other man who’d accepted her as she was, but once the Inisfreeans had screened and stabilized her, Auz took care of the rest, proving to her that he could find the magic word that would release her from the lifelong spell that had kept her an assassin (and the ancient equivalent of a ‘sleeper cell’).  Mind-surfing worked wonders like that; technological telepathy, as it were.  Using that word to free her without the excruciating pain a more blunt magical intervention from Jaina might have caused, he and his Inisfreeans then showed her their invincibility; she couldn’t harm them even if she was magically commanded to, so it was safe for her to be around them, and even safe for her to test on them whether she’d really and fully been freed at last or not.

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“In your histories, there are continual justifications for all manner of hellish actions; claims of nobility and heritage and honor to cover up every bit of genocide, assassination, and massacre. At least the Horde is honest in their naked lust for power.”  Garona spoke like a wise woman, for she was one, and Auz respected her deeply for that, telling her to her face that she was correct.  This shocked and warmed her, and she searched his eyes for confirmation his response was genuine, marveling when she could tell… it was.

“Human or orc…  An orc would say that it’s a human hand—too slender to be really useful, not enough muscle to hold an ax or bash a skull in properly—too pale, too weak, and too ugly. You see the parts of me that are orcish. My orcish superiors, and all other orcs, see the parts of me that are human.  I am both, and neither, and considered an inferior being by both sides.”  Auz took her hands in his and looked them over for a moment, then straight into her eyes, telling her that his kind see only whether or not a person is beautiful inside and out, not comparing them to others or races that are not her own, and she was remarkably beautiful in every way to them.  That was all they would ever see.  This left the once-judged and brutally-bullied woman speechless.  “…You think I’m beautiful?”  Her heart dared to hope, and Auz kissed her deeply.

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Bred on Draenor before it was fragmented, she ended up on Earth thinking she was half-human. Later she met her Draenei uncle who helped her see she was actually half-Draenei. Accepting this, she continued to be a loner, wild card, and professional killer.

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Still an outcast, misunderstood by both racist sides; Humans and Orcs (as races were younger, still more polarized, and far less used to mingling in port-cities like they became in modern times), and with most of the Draenei still scattered and dealing with the aftermath of their inter-dimensional ship breakup, she had tasted understanding and love just long enough to still have a lingering, growing craving for more of it.  When the Inisfreeans made contact with her, that was all it took; the Draenei in her, and the Draenei who had spoken to her, helped open her mind to all the possibilities that exist in reality, so the Inisfreeans didn’t seem far-fetched.
Having little to lose, and having already essentially conquered herself, her former master (minus the spell her put on her mind), and two worlds; Draenor and then Earth (due to her skills), she accepted the offer to see a new city in a new time; she was ‘portaled’ to Inisfree where she was treated to its full 41-day tour.

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I agree with her that our languages are a bit too wordy at times; most people don’t know even half of the words in use, so why have so many?

She is amazed at our libraries, but prefers our gyms, dojos, and the horseback archery range.  She loves how much thought I’ve put into the NWO MIL TRNG Area, (all of those places being where she now trains with and teaches her favorite moves to me and my girls, and we kiss her, thank her, tell her we love her, and that she is a natural, which she is, and which always makes her smile –and has actually further imPROVED her prowess, NOT taken its edge; ‘the power of positive thinking’).

I use wise Prof. Xavier’s line on/for her: “True focus lies somewhere between rage and serenity.”  She smiles at that, it resonating within her well and right away, helping her to focus, and she kisses my cheek and then my lips for sharing it with her.

She also marvels at the size of everything, including how deep the glass window-walls of SCUBA City go, and so on.

Since she didn’t represent a whole people, being the first of her kind, she could not be a member of Inisfree’s Congresses, and there was no reason for her to be a member of our Council of Elders, but she was loved and accepted in our realm, and it became her new home, not just a ‘home away from home’.

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“How can you love me?” she’d asked, stupefied, and her heart daring to come to life for the first time in as long as she could remember; “I am ugly, and I have killed.”
The Inisfreeans always had the right answer, ringing true and heartfelt by both speaker and listener alike; “How can we not? You are beautiful and sexy in our eyes, worthy of our attentions, and most life has killed; plants and animals kill every day, and every race from Humans and Drow to Eldar and Orcs kill to eat, for sport, and for defense. You are not so different, not at all strange, and certainly not wrong for having killed.”
That was when she couldn’t speak, and when her first real hugs began. Garona wept that day; tears of joy she never thought she’d have, and felt chills and waves of relief as her soul (body, mind, spirit, etc.) was taken to many new levels. Yes, even that first hug with an Inisfreean gave her her first energy-gasm, and she never forgot it.

Medivh had connected with her once or twice, and King Llane had been her friend, but the Inisfreeans people touched not only her heart but her entire being, and in all the right ways –including many she had never even known existed.

The Inisfreeans had freed her in so many ways; vocationally, regionally, emotionally, and from the section of the time-stream she had grown so weary of, and they even went on to look into her mind, with her permission, and found the way to free her from the spell placed upon her by her old master. Now she no longer had to worry about a trigger word sending her into a mindless killing spree against those she might have started to have feelings for, and she healed like she’d never dared to dream was possible, spending time in Inisfree’s Holistic Hospital and other heavenly facilities before marrying the King of Inisfree to show her acceptance and love of his kind, too; they had honored and embraced her, and now she did them and their culture; the Inisfreean Way.

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Garona is not as strong as an Orc, but she is stronger than Human men. She is not as naturally magical as a Draenei, but she is more so than Human witches and sorcerers (though she has yet to develop those gifts; they lie dormant for the time being). The way she excels is by being faster than Orcs when on Draenei or around them on Earth, and stronger than Humans; she evades and otherwise outmaneuvers Orcs, and uses her relative brute strength when faced with faster Humans or Elves.

She is the only being with tusks (albeit small, cute ones) to be told of and invited into Inisfree. And on that note, even though that does, technically, make Inisfreeans a little picky, selective, or even racist, too, what they filter out of their realm is far less upsetting to Garona since she came from two worlds and times in which she was always surrounded by endless masses of millions of people who hated and judged her rudely, harshly, and without end. That is one of the reasons the Grid Mind found her for its maker, the King of Inisfree, and why Garona and he hit it off so very well right from the start; he, too, had grown up dealing with that very same thing, and she and he loved that about each other, and felt the calling to be more tender with one another than they’d been with most others.

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“Do u like this place?” I ask Garona.
“Yes, it’s aMAzing…” she gawks, taking it all in.
“…This is your house.”  When I say that, there is a stillness and a silence that swept all around us, her shock complete.
She is speechless and doesn’t believe what she heard for a few seconds. “…what?” she barely whispers, looking to me with a confused frown, her lips still parted.
“This is yours now. You like it, so it’s yours,” I offer her a gentle smile, my lips staying together.
A wave of emotion hits her and she weeps and falls into my arms, crying against my chest as she clings to me.
“You’ve been treated like an outcast and a slave for too long. It’s time you were treated like a person and a lady. You don’t have to do anything for this house. Just enjoy it.”
She weeps even more, unable even to whisper ‘thank you’, she is so positively overwhelmed.
I kiss her forehead and tell her she is safe and loved.
Her tears stream down my chest for half an hour before she finally stops, falling asleep in my arms, sleeping like a baby for the first time in her life.
I sleep with her, keeping my arms draped around her, both of us keeping the other snug and warm.
When I wake, I wait until I can tell she is starting to stir on her own, then start to slowly lightly pepper her forehead with kisses until she realizes what is happening –and where she is– and starts to smile, taking in her first deep, full breath of this waking period, and sliding her arms more fully down and around my torso, hugging herself tightly to me, nuzzling her face even more so against my chest than before.

We talk a little more before she looks up into my eyes, pleading for more of my kisses.  Before I share them with her, I say, “I will never make you fight in humiliating contests. I will never try to kill you off. I will never let anyone hurt you. You will never be an outcast here. There will be a place at all my tables reserved for you at all times.”
Her eyes get watery as she searches mine, finding all my words to be true, and she gulps, finally blinking away her first round of today’s happy tears.
“On this world, too many people who didn’t deserve good treatment got it. Too many pathetic people were given riches they never deserved. I have righted these wrongs; in my kingdom, only those who DO deserve those things have them, and never otherwise. You deserve them all and more, sweet Princess Garona, my beautiful perfect little lady.”
She hugs me more tightly than ever, then scoots up on my chest to lounge there while she takes her time French kissing my mouth and all over my neck and face, making sure she tastes and gives her TLC to every inch of my flesh there, covering each area with successive pass after attentive pass, worshiping me that way in her endless thanks.

“What do you mean… ‘princess’, though?” she finally asks, going over my words once again.
I give her a knowing smile, my eyes soft as they tell her again how much I love and adore her, “A lady owns land and an estate, and is a productive and classy member of proper society. A princess is a lady who is destined to be queen of her people, or who is at least royalty, always to be respected. Your destiny has been changed, Princess Garona –or, I might say, the rough patches in your past were only a passing destiny of stepping stones while on your way to this good one.”
Her breaths are now shallow, she speechless again as she looks over my face, watching the lips she just spent half an hour kissing and licking form words she never in her wildest dreams thought she would hear. “But… I have no people. I am the only one of my kind.”
“In time, my love,” I say, and she melts against me as those words reach her ears, leaving her smiling and quietly weeping all over again, “you, just as I, will.” I kiss her again, and explain; “I was the first of my kind, too, and the only one for many years; decades, in fact, just like you. But others will start to come into being as you did, and their parents’ inter-racial unions, along with their own, will begin to be gentler and longer lasting. You are the first, and so you be their guide and leader, their champion and role model. Your son, who is, like you, of mixed race, will eventually have people like him in his company, too, and they will all have sanctuary in the kingdom you wisely watch over –and I, here from Inisfree, will be providing you all the support you and they might ever need. No more woes will befall them; your soon-coming future people and kind.”
She shakes her head in disbelief, but somehow can tell I am both sincere… and right, and holds onto me like her life depends upon it, and I wrap my arms around her all the same.
“I love you so very much, Garona Halforcen. I love you so much,” I rumble to her, kissing the top of her head while we stay locked in that embrace.
Finally her shaky breaths become deep and full once again, and she peppers my chest with kisses and more tears. “I love you so much, too, Auzdein von Himmler. You are the love of my life.” So much more than Medivh.
“Hey,” I then softly say to her.
She looks up in comfortable question.
“Tusks,” I whisper.
Her eyebrows raise a bit above her nose, and she looks worried; she doesn’t want to be judged, insulted, mocked, or outcast again. She has been the victim of racism for so long, and away from other people for even longer, hiding out of miserable necessity.
I pepper her two feminine tusks with kisses, and her beautiful smile crackles back into fully formed place.
“I love your tusks, sweetheart. Please let me kiss them always,” I tell her.
Her eyes close and she weeps in waves of relief and bliss against me a short while longer, those emotions crashing through her and replacing –almost erasing– her numb hopelessness from before we’d met, nodding as she clings to me, and I to her.

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Later, she sleeping on me, we lying on one of my soft couches, our faces resting together, her lips touching mine, I kiss her, and she leans up into it, kissing me back with full passion, matching and besting all my attentions and tenderness.
“Hey,” I smile into one of those kisses.
“What?” she smiles, her eyes on my lips as I speak to her.
“Want to ‘practice’?” I grin.
She smiles ear to ear, nodding, then kisses me back, tasting my lips and tongue with her own, “Yes! Always!” she excitedly whispers to me, her eyes now much brighter and looking up into mine, her thighs already moving apart to invite me between them.
“You just never say it… because you still doubt yourself?” I ask, caressing her left upper arm with my right hand, my left side and her back against the back of our couch; the couch in the home I gave her.
She nods, gulping, looking up into my eyes with now sad ones, getting watery. “I do,” her eyes go back to my lips, her left hand reaching up to caressing my right cheek and jawline; “but I’m getting better; you have shown me I really am beautiful, and I am starting to believe you.”
The moment I move as if to kiss her, she seals her lips with mine like never before, moaning and whimpering into them as we French each other for another hour while she helps me insert my cock up into her pussy and grip her hips to help her grind back and forth against it until we cum together a dozen times in a row.

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Garona began making regular trips to Inisfree… until she no longer wished to return to the time of Earth when her story began.  I’d earned her trust and heart, and so my home was now also hers.  The last time she stepped through a portal of ours to Earth when it was still called Azeroth… was to invite her son to reunite with her there… and join us back here.

As she got fully settled in, I treated her to special dates in which I showed her things like the MMORPG that featured her, how I and my kind had determined it was because the dumbed-down humans were still (and unknowingly) sensing, influencing, and manifesting things even in the distance and distant past, and then the MMORPG about our own great story and special realm.  She and I started having ‘LAN parties’ to play it together, though she didn’t much want to play as herself in its inspiration (WoW), as that brought back too many painful memories of the time she’d been magically enslaved.  I sat or lied side by side with her, keeping close and in physical contact every time, kissing her cheek every time she got cutely focused, caught up in the immersive game.

Like me, Garona had started off in truly hellish conditions.  (Our side of the planet, after all; the outer side, facing the Abyss called Space, was the series of circular realms used as an eternal damnation of regeneration and repeating struggles, existing beneath the feet of the first beings who had always lived in harmony and true peace on the other side.)  Like me, she had ‘dropped off the grid’, as it were, disappearing from the story-line for Ages; ‘phase 1’ bad to ‘phase 2’ neutral.  Like me, she was now with the people she was meant to be with, our union and reunions making the only real Heaven (a relative and individual one) –even on this side of our planet regarded by those in its hollow core to be their Hell.

Garona continues to live as a ‘teenified’ immortal goddess, invincible, in her house… in the Kathedrom.  It reminds her of the Orc camp huts and towers she grew up with; the good-familiar parts of them.  She asked me how that place got its name, wondering if it was from a clan or chieftain, and I grinned, almost laughing, telling her it actually just came from a primitive Earth-human girl I’d known long ago; one whom I’d wanted to honor and remember here in this comparably primitive yet still attractive place.

Qiturah is Garona’s first Draenei friend since the half-Draenei resurfaced from hiding.  They are fast becoming girlfriends, and roam around Inisfree’s greenbelts, rivers (canals), and temples daily.  Sometimes the two even go back to Qiturah’s place on the other side of our city, and will one day dare to venture beyond the city’s mighty wall… but after the troublesome humans far out there are gone.

 

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2021 Update:

Garona is now honing her innate magical abilities at Inisfree’s School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.  She wears the sexy Black Milk school uniforms there; revealing sheen versions of the Hogwarts colors and styles.  Her hair is kept in ‘quad-tails’ (instead of 2 pigtails, there are 4).

In the months ahead, she’ll begin trying out the Felboar-like animatronic Varren in their cave-annex of The Underway.  She and the other sexy women from her time have also inspired new animatronics down there; of Basilisks, Dwarves, Elementals, Furbolgs, Gnarls (hyena-humanoids), Murlocs, Nether Rays, Runestags, Saber Cats, Wyverns, and more.  All of them are being 3D-printed and coming online… now.

 

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2025 Update:

This year she eagerly agreed to marry King Auz.

 

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