An uneasy peace had settled across the face of the two continents of Azeroth. After the fall of the Lich King in Icecrown Citadel and the scourge's depletion of forces, the champions of both the horde and alliance whom had attacked the Citadel were praised and honoured beyond imagination. They were given leadership of vast lands, the best foods and drinks, titles and everything someone could want in life at that time. But, it wasn't to last. A dark, barbaric age began to dawn on Azeroth. A new foe quickly rose up in the wastes of outland, known as Vul'thumar, but more commonly recognised as The Dreadlord.
Azeroth quickly called upon its greatest champions, the ones who had destroyed The Lich King and crushed his rotten spirit, but they had grown fat and weak on the treats of their victory and had become mere gluttonous shadows of their former selves. Bickers and arguments broke out between the two factions, and panic set in. The Dreadlord began to dominate Outland, he first destroyed many cities, including Shattrath of the Holy Light. His rage and sheer power crushed the towers and within days, the city was dust as were its former people.
The Alliance and Horde set apart their quarrels and rallied a massive defence, consisting of hundreds of thousands of warriors of different kinds. They formed a huge base at the entrance to Outland, and waited, recalling all forces from Hellfire Peninsula. After a few days, the mighty forces of The Dreadlord marched into battle. They swarmed through every inch of the portal and ravaged the frontal forces of the temporary alliance. The armies from outland were contained and held back, but for every ten that died a hundred more replaced them. All hope had but ceased, thousands were dead in the struggled and many great warriors had fallen to the notched blades of the Demons.
And then he entered.
The Dreadlord stepped through the portal, a towering mountain of molten fury. The Dreadlord was rumoured to be a corrupted Naaru fallen from the light, cursed and corrupted. Its rage frothed and bubbled, turning into a massive structure of shadows and fire. Two swords, the size of houses were gripped firmly in almost non-visible hands and they swung with a hellish fury. None could challenge him, none but the Prophet Velen.
Velen stepped to the fore, with a mighty legion of other priests and paladins. They all called the power of the Naaru and began to strike The Dreadlord. The Light crushed and mutilated him, destroying his physical presence. Yet, the allied factions knew it wasn't over. The Dreadlord, now a deadly spirit, recalled his forces, but vowed to destroy Azeroth and all its inhabitants.
The Allied Faction considered this threat too much, and invaded Outland again. Almost every warrior invaded the lands but found it to be empty. They scoured every land for traces of the former forces but only found the previous inhabitants, still corrupted and vile, but the same.
Surprised and disgruntled, everything began to return to normal. The treaty dissolved and warfare raged again in Outland. Little did they know that the forces of The Dreadlord had been recruited into the Burning Legion...
A new war had finally arisen though. Thrall, crazily and spontaneously assaulted Stormwind before the Alliance forces had returned. A special army, consisting of a mere hundred warriors invaded the human city of Stormwind. They failed, meeting a reserve force to keep the city. King Varian returned to Stormwind, and discovered this treachery. Almost frothing to the teeth in anger, he threw every warrior at his disposal into war. The Alliance began to slowly but surely, decimate the horde...