The Lion of Azeroth
Chapter One
Turglynn Galehammer was wary. He had been behind enemy lines in Silverpine Forest for a month now, trying to find any humans who may be still clinging to life in the dark Forsaken controlled territory. Turglynn still had trouble explaining to himself why he went on this quest, but he quickly pushed the thought aside. After all, was it not doubts that lead the once noble Prince Arthas to become the dreaded Lich King? Although the Lich King had been vanquished from this world, his shadow still loomed and the effects of his conquest of Lordaeron still lingered, with the once proud capital city not belonging to the proud humans, but rather in the possession of the vile Forsaken.
A rustle of the bushes behind Turglynn snapped him from his inner monologue and he readied his sword and shield. Both were ornate works made from the best smiths and artificers of the Argent Crusade, rewarded to Turglynn from Highlord Fordring himself for his valour at the Battle of Icecrown Citadel. "Wow, age sure has taken your sense of awareness, or have you just been drinking too much?" said a deep voice. As the figure stepped out into the open, Turglynn found himself relieved. It was his old friend Mathias Dmytrow. Himself and Mathias were old friends from way back when they both joined the Order of the Silver Hand at the same time to fight the evils of the Scourge and Burning Legion. Since they joined, they went on almost every quest together, although Mathias did not see much action in Northrend as he was wounded with a poison arrow early in the campaign and was forced to return to Stormwind against his wishes for medical treatment. Now Mathias had decided to join Turglynn on his quest to help find any enduring humans who may still be alive in Silverpine Forest. After some stupid banterabout Turglynn being a communist Horde lover, Mathias' mood turned serious. "Turglynn, there is something up ahead which you must see to completely believe." Turglynn suddenly became nervous, as Mathias was normally a very relaxed person and whenever he became serious something bad was about to happen. Against his better judgement, Turglynn followed Mathias into the heavy underbrush.
The great man awoke. Every part of his being was in immense pain as he struggled to remember what happened and what he was doing. The man then instantly snapped to attention as he opened his eyes, remembering that he was in the middle of a battle against the chaos spawn who used to be his friend, Luther. As the Lion opened his eyes, he noticed that he was no longer in the ruins of the fortress of Aldurukh, but in the middle of a dank forest, filled with an otherworldy fog. Seeing as he was in a foreign environment with no intelligence on it, the Lion reached for his sword, but unfortunately realized that it must have been lost or destroyed in his titanic battle against the daemon prince Luther. He used his super human strength and conditioning to push the pain below in order to steady himself. He slowly began to rise, his entire body screaming in protest, but he overcame the pain and stood up, surveying his surroundings. He was in a clearing in the woods, and it was approaching dusk. His super human smell and hearing detected something approaching and he waited for it.
As Turglynn followed Mathias, he wondered what could make him become so serious. He had never seen Mathias this serious, even when the poison arrow of a traitor cultist threatened his very life. "Be quiet", muttered Mathias, and Turglynn snapped back to reality. As the two paladins crouched low in the brush, they came close to a clearing, and Mathias pointed. A figure standing a tall as an ogre was in the middle of clearing. It wore ornately crafted armor beyond any design Turglynn had ever seen or heard of. It was the colour of black steel, which encased him completely except for his head. Trimmed in gold and white, it was the work of a master beyond mortal comprehension. Bulky plates covered each other and the armour looked quite cumbersome, but Turglynn believed that the armour was most likely weightless to the wearer. Turglynn's eyes were drawn to the dominating feature of the armour, a giant two-headed eagle on the breastplate of this magnificent suit of armour. Once he tore his eyes away from the impressive artifice, he looked onto the creature's face. It was a scarred face, appearing black in colour. The hair was completely matted to the head, covered in what looked to be blood. The most surprising fact was the he massive thing appeared to be human.
Mathias saw the look on Turglynn's face as he realized that this creature appeared to be human. "Turg, I am going to try to make contact with it", Mathias whispered. "Are you insane? It looks likes he could kill you by just snapping his fingers!" Exclaimed Turglynn. "We came here to find fellow humans, and we have found one, why is he any different than the others?" Mathias retorted. Turglynn knew that his friends mind was made up and there would be no stopping him from doing what he wished. "Lead the way" said Turglynn, resigning himself to Dmytrow's will.
They stepped into the clearing adrenaline, pumping through their veins. The great man looked at them and spoke, "I am Lion El'Jonson, Primarch of the first Legion of the Adeptus Astartes, the Dark Angels. I welcome this world and it's human inhabitants to join the great Imperium of Man and take their rightful place as the rulers of the galaxy." Mathias was at a loss for what to do. What was this "Imperium of Man", and what were these "Adeptus Atartes"? Mathias decided to break the silence, "Lion El'Jonson, I am Mathias Dmytrow of the Order of the Silver Hand, and this is my friend Turglynn, also of the same Order. We are paladins dedicated to the survival of the Alliance here on Azeroth. Although we have never heard of this Imperium of Man, we welcome you to come join the City of Stormwind, the last bastion of human strength in this world"
Lion El'Jonson looked at the two people in front of him. They reminded him of the knightly orders that existed on Caliban before the Emperor came. Both were garbed in what appeared to be steel plate armour, well crafted although it was quite dirtied at the moment. The one that identified himself as Mathias was about 6 feet tall and was a human. The other one, who went by the name Turglynn was about 4 feet tall, and although he had many characteristics of a human, he was quite sure he was not one. Both of the "paladins" were armed with impressively made swords and shields, and although the Lion knew he could easily take both of them in a fight, he decided to join them to learn about this world he was currently on.