"Lord Fordiring, you have a visitor." says the crusader. Tirion Fordring turns from his advisory and faces the messenger, "I wasn't expecting a visitor." The crusader nods, "No sire, but it says there is dire news." The paladin commander looks sternly, "It? What do you mean, it?" The crusader stands aside and allows a cloaked figure to approach the paladin.
News of the visitor quickly engulfed Heartglen as word of a robed stranger was accompanied by guards to the town keep. Many were curious as who could the stranger be. The only ones that kept themselves hidden were the Forsaken when they came to visit. Seeing as Heartglen is dedicated to eradicating the undead, one would understand their caution. The figure is escorted into the keep and the guards return to their posts, manning the guard towers and barricades that protect this gladed village from the Scourge in the wilds.
"I apologize Lord crusader for this interuption, but I have news of which I feel you should be familiar." The figure pauses, "For your ears only I fear." Tirion gazes at the figure, "Any business of mine can be shared, I have no fears." The figure chuckles, "The message is from my master, he wishes this to be a private discussion." The paladin places his hand on his sword, Ashbringer that lays across his back, "Who would that be?"
The figure peers from under it's black hood and blue eyes with a mist surrounding them appears, only within the paladin's sight. "Let us say, from an old friend." Tirion's eyes widen, Bolvar! The figure smiles, "Yes, I think you get it now. Shall we?" The figure motions with his hand, implying for the rest of the occupants to leave. "Leave us." says the crusader lord.
The plans go deserted and the conversations cease as the guardsmen and paladins leave reluctantly. When the doors close and the keep's throne room goes silent the figure removes his hood. A skull with misty blue eyes watches the paladin. It has long black hair that stems from the skulls top and cracks that carress the sides. "I am Darced the Damncaller, and I call at the behest my lord. The Lich King."
Heartglen's citizens notice the skies go dark and wonder what's going on. They wander out of their homes and take break from their labors to watch as an early dusk approaches. They look up, but not to a pink and orange sky, but to a Necropolis, hovering over them. Screams erupt all over Heartglen as undead rise from the ground and begin to slaughter the townspeople. Guardsmen rush to the invaders, but are quickly overwhelmed.
"I trust you understand my being here, Tirion?" The paladin nods, "Aye, but we will not go down so easily. With the Light at our side, we will triumph against you, just as we did those years ago!" He unsheathes the Ashbringer, "Then I fear, you do not understand why I am here." Darced holds up a tome that brims with dark power, "The Light, is what stands in this world's way. It is time you moved aside and let us do what we do best." The paladin charges Darced who stands motionless, peering from the book, "Fighting fire with fire."
Warchief's Command Board/ Hero's Call
All able bodied men and women of Azeroth! The undead Scourge have amassed a massive invasion force and has made it's move against our freedom! Lordaeron is under siege and the local forces struggle to resist the juggernaut of the renewed undead armies. All who can wield a sword are to report Andorhal where a temporary ceasefire has been declared. You must work together to stop this invasion, thus Horde and Alliance members must set aside their differences for the betterment of us all. You will fight alongside the Argent Crusade as a cohesive unit under the command of Paladin Lord Tirion Fordring. May the Light guide us to swift and just victory!