Tales of Azeroth:
A Stab in the Dark
Chapter 1
All that had changed
Ever since Illidan was slain by the great heroes of the alliance and horde the world has changed…a lot. The Horde and Alliance now have to friendship and they will attack each other no matter what the circumstances are. The battlegrounds have now been full taken. Warsong Gulch and Eye Of the Storm had been won by the alliance, and Arathi basin and Alteric Valley were won by the Horde.
Illidan's black temple was converted to The Temple of Light, where paladins go to train. Also Arthas the lich king no longer lingers in Ice crown and has gone missing along with the rest of the Scourge. Also with the leaders of the Burning Legion killed the demons and followers have either gone into hiding, converted back to there faction, or been slain.
With almost all the evil in the world slain and The Alliance and The Horde sticking to there own territory there is peace…but peace can not last for ever.
Our story starts off in the humble home of the Gnomish Rouge Dorian Shadestep, son of the deceased Timmo Shadestep, Hero of the Alliance.
Dorian always wondered what happened to his father, why he was killed. He would ask his mother but she didn't live with him, she was too busy teaching the young warlock's deep within the mystic ward of Ironforge.
The Shadestep household was in The Great Forge section of Ironforge, this nicely furnished three floored house was awarded to Timmo Shadestep for his help in slaying The Demon Illidan and Onyxia the Black Dragon Flight. Yes Timmo was quite the hero, it was a horrible day when he was lost.
Dorian walked down stairs from his bed to see a note, a cake and a book lying on the table.
Strange Thought Dorian.
He walked over and looked at the note. It was in his mother's handwriting. He read the first line.
Happy 18th birthday darling! It said. Dorian gasped as he realized it was his birthday today. He often forgot on account of he had no one to remind him since no one was home. He read the rest of the note.
I know it's been hard for you growing up alone with out your father to guide you but you are 18 now, you are a man, and I think you need to know what happened to your father. I Left his biography on the table. I wrote it a year after he passed away. Well that is all, happy birthday Dorian.
Love
Your Mother Dizmoenda
PS: I hope you like the cake. Oh and I left you some money in a satchel by your armor, I figured you could go shopping. Well good bye!
After reading the note Dorian dropped it and grabbed the book. On the cover it read. A Step Into Darkness: The Story of Timmo Shadestep. Dorian opened it and started reading it. He read all about how his grand parents were killed by rampaging centaur while examining the diseased Kodos in Durotar, and how he was raised by a night elf family who were on the run from the Darnassus Guard. It told many great tales, like how he met Dizmoenda, and how he helped slay Onyxia and Illidan. After reading for a solid three hours he found himself on the final chapter. It first spoke of the great war of Arathi basin. Then it spoke of how Timmo was impaled from behind by the orc warlord Warrax.
Dorian shed a tear that fell onto the page and soaked through. Dorian closed the book and put it back on the table. He walked back to his room and put on his clean sleek leather armor and pushed his long green hair up with a gem encrusted red headband. He found the satchel with the gold in it, he counted out fifteen gold pieces and 60 silver pieces. He fitted his daggers and left the house. He was ready for whatever Azeroth had in store for him. But little did he know that one of the greatest adventures he would ever go on would start with one trip to the Stormwind bank.