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Year Five post the opening of the Dark Portal, by the Lotharian calendar.
From the southern swamps, rumors first spoke of monsters — green-skinned marauders emerging through a rift of fire and shadow. Few believed them until the truth became undeniable: a portal had opened between worlds, and through it marched an army of orcs known as the Horde.
Led by Warchief Blackhand and the Warlock Gul'dan, they were fueled by Fel magic gifted by the demonic Burning Legion.
Thus began the First War. Villages burned, Stormwind’s lands fell one by one, and the mighty city itself was brought to ruin. Its king, Llane Wrynn, was slain by treachery, and the remnants of his people fled north under the command of Sir Anduin Lothar — the last of the Arathi bloodline.
In those same days, the Guardian Medivh — sworn protector of Azeroth — was unmasked as the Legion’s pawn and the one who aided Gul'dan in arriving on this world. He was struck down by his apprentice, Khadgar and his death shattered the wards of the Tower of Karazhan, leaving a scar upon the land that would never heal.
With Stormwind lost, the leaders of the human kingdoms started gathering in Lordaeron to try and assess the situation, alongside by the elves of Quel’Thalas, the dwarves of Ironforge, and the priests of the Light. Together, they prepared for the storm to come.
For the Horde had a new Warchief — Orgrim Doomhammer — and under his banner, the clans gathered once more. Warlocks bound the Queen of the Red Dragonflight, Alexstrasza, with a relic of unimaginable power, enslaving her flight to the Horde’s cause. Their ships now sail north, seeking to claim the fertile hills and ports of Lordaeron.
A storm is coming... and the Second War with it.