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You decide to go sneaking around in camouflage on the rooftops of Stormwind. Initially, it was strange for you to do, but it was the best choice after seeing how everyone either leered at you or tried to attack you. It looked so serene and, of course, not flooded, and by serene, you mean that there were dozens of champions roaming around trying to get to where they needed to be. There were no large armies of sentinels at the docks, waiting to fight an enemy they knew nothing about, no young King Varian of Stromgarde who had been outcast from his family. There was never a peaceful moment on this Azeroth, it seemed.
You began to think about your other companions and how things had changed since the fateful day that forced you all to abandon your Azeroth.
Your brother, Krei, was left behind to cover your escape from your collapsing world, as were Vician, Peroth, and Ereith. Krei was the only one you never reunited with, and the other three were broken beyond measure.
You were hoping maybe Orhemi and Larilan had a better story to tell, only to learn that Arthas mercilessly killed Larilan in a one-on-one duel. It was to buy time for civilians to escape, something no one ever had to deal with on their Azeroth. She was raised as Forsaken but quickly gained some consciousness as she was a Champion of Azeroth.
Once Larilan regained autonomy, she must have run off and ended up in Thunder Bluff. You found her after a while, and though you were much older looking than the last she saw you, Larilan still recognized you. You were grateful for the fact, and then she shoved some bread in your face.
The next time you saw her, Teldrassil was burning, and no one was the same afterward. You had never seen her angry before, but then again, there were many things you had never seen before that day.
Orhemi was dealing with her new life very differently. At first, she was trying to help the people of Azeroth, doing quests like most of your companions. As time went on, however, she started to grow bitter. Orhemi's power grew more and more, always being unsatisfied with it.
Once she met up with Larilan, you thought things would return to normal, and they did for a while. She was the only one who managed to keep calm and collected (as one could be) when the war began.
Unfortunately, Orhemi's sister had shown up again for the first time since your Azeroth collapsed to N'zoth's power. The void corrupted her, and she was as powerful as ever in your world. Orhemi had run off again, this time to Kul'tiras, to confront her sister.
When you think of Kul'tiras, you remember how you and the others met. You were always alone, saying you never needed anyone's help. It makes you roll your eyes when you think about it. You were young and naive, like all the others. You had been spying on the kingdom because you believed something terrible was happening behind closed doors, and if only you knew how bad it truly was.
Of course, as time passed, you weren't the only adult of the party: a Dwarf Paladin, Goldrinn's first champion, Tombstone, was also there. You had wondered if that was actually the Dwarf's name, and he would keep telling you it was. He was the life of the party and always kept everyone's spirits high. On this Azeroth, Tombstone seems to be nothing more than a bloodthirsty fighter who hunts for sport.