Happy Azshara

Nazjatar.

Azshara woke from her coma back in her own Royal Palace. She did not know what had happened, but she was clearly still alive, which proved everything was fine. No Old God had come knocking to question her, and White Jaina had not come in to threaten her. It seemed she had been forgotten.

Except for that land-dwelling Baron and the Goblin caravan.

"What exactly happened?" She summoned the tentacled Baron and asked him.

"I-I don't know either." Howard was naturally just as confused. He himself had no idea what was going on.

"Where is that wandering mage?" Azshara's eyes shifted as she asked about White Jaina.

"I don't know either."

Azshara waved him away irritably, dismissing the tentacled Baron.

She returned to the Teleportation Array leading to Ny'alotha and poured mana into it, but the array did not activate. It seemed the other end had already been destroyed.

What is going on? Could N'Zoth have already been destroyed? she wondered. But from what she knew of the Old Gods, mortal power could not easily kill an Old God's monstrous spawn.

She thought again of that mysterious wandering mage. There were far too many unknown secrets surrounding her.

She decided to test it and see whether the Old God had truly been destroyed, whether the prison that had held her for ten thousand years had vanished.

She came to the Goblin marketplace, which was still bustling with crowds. The Nagas brought all kinds of deep-sea specialties to purchase goods they liked, while the Goblins welcomed everyone, accepting both treasures and junk.

"Queen!" The moment they saw Azshara arrive, the Nagas in the marketplace all knelt to greet her.

Azshara waved at them, signaling them to move aside. She walked up to the leading Goblin Accountant, Golden Eye. "I need