It had been many months since the Lich king was defeated at the frozen throne. The Argent crusade and Kirin Tor have remained in Northrend to clean up any remaining undead. But as they battled with a dwindling undead scourge, something rotten had made its way into the lands below.
A few months before Arthas was slain,a welll known Paladin, known as Tios Sorogam's wife was at her last legs, at her death bed. The destraught Tios, going against the church, and against the light, had secretly stolen a demonic object, with the hopes of releaseing the demonic energies into his lover, in an attempt to give her life eternal. The night Tios was to begin the ritual to attempt the spell, he was horrified to learn that his wife had already passed away. Filled with rage, he shattered the object against the ground, releasing the energies from within it.
The demonic presence, known only as Goros, took control of him, bending him to his will. Tios was gone, and Goros was to rein supreme. Slowly, over the course of the many months the followed, Goros corrupted most everyone he came in contact with, putting them under a mind control. Things remained normal, except that most everyone were under his control. The few that were immune from his control, were those that were skilled in the light.
Goros eventually caught onto this trend, but it was not time yet. Slowly, he corrupted the alliance cities, all of them falling into his grasp. He also gained control of the flightmasters, and the postage service. nothing went out of the cities, nothing came in. At the peek of his greatest hour, when the only thing that could appose his rule was slain, he struck out. Sending wave after wave of guards and adventuers alike to assault the catherderal of the holy light, Goros took the opportunity to snuff out the only thing in the eastern kingdoms that could threaten him, the many patrons and citizens of Stormwind, not even noticing. The paladins and priests of the light fought valiantly, but also, they're numbers were too great. Along with snuffing out the church, he sent waves against the faction leaders, taking them captive, and leaving them in the stockaids to rot.
despite this, there are still those, those that are free from his grasp. The adventurers, the many that escaped his corruption, remaining in the wilderness, waiting for the time to strike back. The horde, despite the rising tensions between Garrosh and Thrall, have not taken notice of the Alliance Capitals in their state of Dissaray, and Goros is massing a force to go after the Horde.
The time to for someone to step up and say "Enough is enough!" is now, it's time to take back Azeroth from this demonic hold.
Jere, a Paladin of the Alliance, and a master engineer, had spent most his time in Northrend, preparing for his Battle alongside the crusade against Arthas. Even after the Lich King's downfall, Jere remained in Dalaran, finding the place growing more quiet as the many adventurers headed home. Within that time, he had built a number of robots to keep him company and help him with his work, each one respectfully named "Red", "Blue", "Grey", and "XT".
After spending all the time in Dalaran he could take, he asked a mage to give him a portal to stormwind,the mage mistakenly sending him to Theramore.
And that's where the story starts.....
Jere held his head slightly, trying to keep the ground from spinning. He shook his head from side to side, trying to shake the seasick feeling, before opening his eyes, frowning slightly to learn that he was sent to the wrong place. "Gah...damn novice mages...", Jere cursed silently, looking around the city, noticing that, oddly, the port was shut down. "That's....odd", he muttered to himself, quickly walking over to one of the guards.
"Excuse me sir...but why are the ports closed off?", Jere asked him, looking back at the taped off ports. "Ships havent been coming in lad. They haven't been coming in for the last few weeks.", the guard replied, walking off to attend to other matters. Jere looked at the Guard again, his explanation wasn't much help to him. Jere sighed silently to himself, removing a red cube from his bag, he tossed it up and down as he walked over to one of the benches, taking a seat in it.
He set the cube on the ground, the cube unfolding into a small red bot. "Well Red, this puts us in a pretty sad situation, huh?", Jere said, leaning back in the bench a bit to stretch. Red beeped back at Jere, whirring slightly as it peddled around a bit. "Yes Red, i know i should of taken the other portals, but i guess that mage just wanted to summon a portal so badly, i guess...", there said again, Red continuing to look some of the things around him over.
After a few lazy minutes, Red one finally chimed at Jere, who had dozed off a bit. "nyeh...im awake im awake, what is it?", Jere groaned, leaning up to wipe the gunk out of his eyes. He looked on at a dilapidated ship, almost barely afloat, pulling into the port. Jere got up to his feet, deactivating red and placing the cube back in his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder as he climbed over the barricade, quickly running over to the ship.
There were many people on the ship, of the many different alliance races, all badly bruised and cut up. Jere quickly dropped his pack to the side, rushing over to the group if he could help in any way. A dwarf looked up at Jere, before saying, "Laddy, you don' wana kno what we'v bin though". Jere raised an eyebrow slightly, muttering a slight healing spell, sending a number of small healing spells around the group. Jere looked back down at the dwarf, "Try me". The dwarf sighed a bit, cracking his neck to the side, before he started talking.
",ell, ya see. We be minding out own buisness, out in Stormwind, Nuxt ting we kno, the advenurers and the guards start brawlin 'ith the Paladins and Preists. Der was this oon guy, he was seriously out of it. he had the appearance of one of dose light wielders, except he was fighting with de 'oura of a Lock that look the path into Demonology. Me and me mates here were just getting back from plunderun the Vault of Archivon. Our we mage there created a portal for Stormwind, next thing we know, its all otu bloomin war on out hands! 'e managed to commandeer dis ship while they were all a fightun. Corse, aparently they diden't like us stealin their ship, completely killed our priest...", the Dwarf Said, Jere becoming more and more interested as he talked.
"See to it that you and your mates get a room at the inn, ill have to look more into this..........strange occurrence.", Jere said, now knowing how to....describe such an act against the light. He continued to think, flipping the dwarf a few gold from his bag. "Aye, thanks Lad". Jere watched as the dwarf and his lads exited the boat
((This is my first, so dont go after me if it sucks. so yeah, i guess start by meeting in Theramore, then we'll go fro there
and yes i know, i cant do a dwarf accent worth crap))