The sun rises upon a new day, it's omniscient rays revealing all. With it, it brings the hopes and dreams of everything on the planet. Hopes become true, Dreams become reality under it's shining rays. The Lich King is dead, his end bringing a new age to Azeroth. In this time of prosperity and peace, a shadow lurks. The men and women in power see this as not only a time of peace, but a time of opportunity. The land is ravaged, the resources greatly depleted, and their enemys in the weakest state they have ever been. Opportunity arises, and with it, war will once again darken the face of Azeroth. The mighty alliance has begun rallying it's forces, intending to retake the once great kingdom formerly known as Loarderon. Responding to the threat, the Forsaken have called out to their allies, the Blood Elves, and have responded in kind. The world heaves with the marching of hundreds of thousands, the greatest ammasement of troops in history.
In peace, comes war. The war of a New Age.
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A chill northern wind howled atop the high peak where Azimuth stood, watching the rising sun shine its golden rays. A new day was rising, bringing with it a clear blue sky, the wind having blown away the somber overcast that had plagued the Northern reaches of the Eastern Kingdoms for days. His completly white eyes looked directly into the dazzling orange, unblinkingly. As he stood, mute, he heard footsteps approahing from behind. The strong, powerful constant pace told him that the approaching stranger was heavily armored, his plate boots making a metallic clink with every step. The figure stopped, several paces behind Azimuth, ans stood quietly, unmoving for several more seconds before announcing himself.
"So, Azimuth, is it as we fear?" the man asked in a powerful voice, his tone carrying with it inherited authority and power. With it, you could also hear the slightest amount of respect, but barely perceptible.
Azimuths' head slowly turned, his body following suite. "I am afraid so, King Varian. The Horde forces are ammassed a fortnight to the North, in the lowermost reaches of the Alterac Mountains. We will have to either retreat or engage."
Rage at the turn of events passed in Varian's eyes, but he remained calm and relaxed. Battle was coming sooner than he had expected, but that would not shake his determination. He was a man with a goal, and no amount of persuation would remove his iron glare from the prize.
"Are you sure?" he responded in a strained voice, making sure to not let his anger show to the old mage. Varian knew better than to release his anger at the messenger of truth. He knew that his anger was really directed at the enemy, and he would use it against such enemy.
Azimuth remained quiet for a few more moments before answering in a quiet voice "An army of over 30,000 strong has been ammassed, and I am certain that there are more to come."
Varian took a deep, calming breath his fists clenching shut for a moment. He was King for a good reason, thought Azimuth, for even if he was young, he knew well how to us his anger, and, more importantly, he cared deeply for his people. He did not like asking them to come with him on this campaign so soon after the fall of the Dark prince. But the chance was unique, and he had risen to the occasion.
"It matters not," he finally said, "We will have victory, it is our destiny."
Azimuth only nodded. There was going to be war, and it was going to bathe this world in blood.