Azeroth has fallen to the Horde after many years of bloodshed and attrition on both sides, but yet the orcs numbers proved to be near endless and turned the once glorious and strong lands of Stormwind to ruin and ash. Few of people that had survived were turned into slaves or yet worse experimentation of Gul'dan's nefarious experiments. The last bastion and those strong enough made it to Stormwind behind the walls of the mighty city managed to flee across the sea, Lothar reluctantly leaves King Llane and the few knights that remained with the king allowing the great exodus to cross the sea and seek refuge in the nation of Lordaeron. As the survivors look back, some with sorrow, others with grief but knights, footmen and especially Lother looked back with a disgust and hate for the orcs. They knew the strength was for naught though as the looked back at the burning city knew that only through union could the darkness of the horde be defeated.
The lands of Azeroth are nothing, nothing but like the ash of the Draenor, a pit in which to feed and maintain the ever increasing orc army. Thousand and tens of thousands of the green menace run through the dark portal when the survivors of Azeroth land upon Lordaeron. With no rest Lothar and his most loyal knights march directly for the capital, seeking King Menethil at once. Within the fortnight Lothar had come to Menethil's court and much to his surprise the utter destruction of Azeroth and Stormwind had called in the leaders of the rest of the realms. From the elusive Elves of Quel'thalas, to the hardy Dwarves of Ironforge and the rest of human nations came to the meeting called by the diplomatic Menethil, only the Wildhammer dwarves didn't answer the heed of this once in a lifetime meeting between all the realms of the living.
Curse's in all manners of tounges rose from the courtroom in Whitefort, days nobles and kings fought amongst themselves as the orcs continued to pour in through the dark portal as minor squabbling continued in Lordaeron. It wasn't until Lothar had raised his voice until the others had stopped bickering. No one knows what was said and how it was said but it wasn't until that moment that all within that chamber has agreed and stopped squabbling and became the one entity know forever as The Alliance.
Even though the realms of men, elf and dwarf had united the strength of the horde had grown to a power beyond reckoning. With Doomhammer and the other warchiefs had whipped their forces into a bloodthirsty rabble craving war and death, Gul'dan however though a shadow of his former position still works in the shadows to gain everything that was stolen from him and take back the Horde as his personal play thing, threw the power of Sargareas of course.
**This is a roleplay of Warcraft 2 as you can already tell. Players will not be playing as major people such Doomhammer, Lothar and the others. We will have two roles, though. Each person will have a character of the Horde and one of the Alliance. In this, however, our characters actions could determine different outcomes. Such as the Horde winning, peace or etc... But this is just a brief synopsis of what I'm thinking. But if there is any interest please voice it and questions are always welcome.
The lands of Azeroth are nothing, nothing but like the ash of the Draenor, a pit in which to feed and maintain the ever increasing orc army. Thousand and tens of thousands of the green menace run through the dark portal when the survivors of Azeroth land upon Lordaeron. With no rest Lothar and his most loyal knights march directly for the capital, seeking King Menethil at once. Within the fortnight Lothar had come to Menethil's court and much to his surprise the utter destruction of Azeroth and Stormwind had called in the leaders of the rest of the realms. From the elusive Elves of Quel'thalas, to the hardy Dwarves of Ironforge and the rest of human nations came to the meeting called by the diplomatic Menethil, only the Wildhammer dwarves didn't answer the heed of this once in a lifetime meeting between all the realms of the living.
Curse's in all manners of tounges rose from the courtroom in Whitefort, days nobles and kings fought amongst themselves as the orcs continued to pour in through the dark portal as minor squabbling continued in Lordaeron. It wasn't until Lothar had raised his voice until the others had stopped bickering. No one knows what was said and how it was said but it wasn't until that moment that all within that chamber has agreed and stopped squabbling and became the one entity know forever as The Alliance.
Even though the realms of men, elf and dwarf had united the strength of the horde had grown to a power beyond reckoning. With Doomhammer and the other warchiefs had whipped their forces into a bloodthirsty rabble craving war and death, Gul'dan however though a shadow of his former position still works in the shadows to gain everything that was stolen from him and take back the Horde as his personal play thing, threw the power of Sargareas of course.
**This is a roleplay of Warcraft 2 as you can already tell. Players will not be playing as major people such Doomhammer, Lothar and the others. We will have two roles, though. Each person will have a character of the Horde and one of the Alliance. In this, however, our characters actions could determine different outcomes. Such as the Horde winning, peace or etc... But this is just a brief synopsis of what I'm thinking. But if there is any interest please voice it and questions are always welcome.
