(With all regards to Thiccroy)
The lands of Lordaeron are in shock. Months ago, in Stratholme, Prince Arthas Menethil butchered and slaughtered the people of the city and fled with a large contingent of Lordaeron's most veteran soldiers, supposedly leaving these shores for the cursed continent of Northrend.
The Prince returned, and the news of his return drove an even deeper dagger into the faltering heart of Lordaeron. King Teranas is dead- slain by his own son. This betrayal has caused the lands and people to falter. Gilneas has completely locked itself away, and Thoradin's Wall restricts the pathways of refugees southward. Southshore's ports are beginning to be over encumbered by the hungry and fearful as Marshal Garithos tightens his grip over Hillsbrad, and wild Orcs and Alteraci separatists continue to stagger the countryside.
Above all, the traitor prince has once more disappeared away with his small contingent of dark loyalists. In his regicidal wake, the Undead ravage the land wherever they can. Lordaeron is boxed in. Its destiny now rests in the hands of petty barons, warlords, captains and men of the faith or arcane to lead that which is now becoming the remnants of a once great Kingdom either to salvation, survival- or a fate even worse than death.
These are...
The lands of Lordaeron are in shock. Months ago, in Stratholme, Prince Arthas Menethil butchered and slaughtered the people of the city and fled with a large contingent of Lordaeron's most veteran soldiers, supposedly leaving these shores for the cursed continent of Northrend.
The Prince returned, and the news of his return drove an even deeper dagger into the faltering heart of Lordaeron. King Teranas is dead- slain by his own son. This betrayal has caused the lands and people to falter. Gilneas has completely locked itself away, and Thoradin's Wall restricts the pathways of refugees southward. Southshore's ports are beginning to be over encumbered by the hungry and fearful as Marshal Garithos tightens his grip over Hillsbrad, and wild Orcs and Alteraci separatists continue to stagger the countryside.
Above all, the traitor prince has once more disappeared away with his small contingent of dark loyalists. In his regicidal wake, the Undead ravage the land wherever they can. Lordaeron is boxed in. Its destiny now rests in the hands of petty barons, warlords, captains and men of the faith or arcane to lead that which is now becoming the remnants of a once great Kingdom either to salvation, survival- or a fate even worse than death.
These are...