Chapter 00, The Introduction
The day had come…
It has been a week since the Sin'Dorien council had heard off the undead's march, in a state of fear they had decided not to send reinforcements, they had lied to their people to prevent panicking… already thinking of a plan to evacuate the entire city and its inhabitants.
They had given up on saving their city, their entire essence clouded by fear, their hearts pumping its mind-altering poison throughout their bodies. The same man that had brought the scar to their sacred lands and put half of Silvermoon to ruins would come back to finish what they had left off, not knowing why or when, only that it would be soon and merciless. Just one knew outside of the council what was to come, and by that mans voice, Sylvare Illithis Kaiten Anglais, a thousand others would know.
The house of Anglais, Famous for its struggle when the undead attacked first, People say, would it not be for them, Entire Silvermoon would be in ruins, Seven days they held the line in front of the gates, Seven days did they prevent Arthas Menethil from using the magical gem to crush their gates, Seven days did they fight the dead who do not sleep, do not drink, do not eat. Their house crushed completely after that struggle, leaving behind only two prodigies, Sylvare himself and Daisuke Rayne Anglais, His older brother and head of the house they had rebuild together. The Cry-Bladers, loyal to the house, their own army founded to protect Silvermoon, as they have done so in the past, they where to repeat their struggles.
The thousand elite were summoned together by Daisuke after having heard the distressing news. A speech was given, The sounds of swords banging shields in morale echoed through Eversong and now, a week later, Those men sat upon horses, A thousand knights, A grand knight and a warlock set out of the city, heading north to Sunstrider Isle, where their boats would be waiting. Ready to take them to Il'Taris Isle
Il'Taris isle was a small island a few miles off shore from Sunstrider, The soil here was surprisingly fertile and the shores were blessed with plenty of fish, Once every five years a wave of unstable mana would float from the Maelstrom over the shores of the eastern kingdoms, Over Eversong woods and pass directly over the Isle, making transport by any means impossible, The only places unharmed by the storm are the shores on the north and south, Making Il'Taris Isle work like a bridge when the storm comes. The unstable mana rests on the land after the storm has faded, slowly stabilizing and enchanting the isles fertility. For this reason it was kept a secret to everyone but those who happen to have come across it and the council of Silvermoon. The island was a precious place for supplies after all. Why did they go here? Easy.
The undead had picked the right time to attack, During the storm the zeppelin routes would be to dangerous to attempt, If the horde would come from Stranglethorn they'd have to struggle through alliance territory to aid Silvermoon, by the time they've reached the city… they'd be to late. The undead had chosen to cross the Isle of Il'Taris, an army a hundred thousand vast, every casualty of their enemy would result in a new ally for them. They would hit the northern shores closest to northrend, from there they would use their slaves and abominations to carry the ships on the way, there where always scouts who went ahead in case they would be expected so that they would have enough time to make use of the ship-carriers if needed. The troops were separated into ten groups, the front lines of each group consisted ghouls, behind them a few abominations, followed by Crypt Fiends and lastly, Meat-wagons and Necromancers, packed with corpses to supply the necromancers with skeletons and the soldiers replacement limbs should it be necessary. And to top it off., one group of soldiers, the elite, consisting of Death-Knights, Nerubian Lords and Liches, a group of at least a hundred.
The scribe put down his feather, looking up as he saw the Cry-Bladers pass on their horses, A thousand and one war mounts and one felsteed. Rising from the ground as he stepped upon his own mount and followed the group to the boats, and along the boats path… They set sail to northrend, thinking over how this had happened.
Next chapter!
"Chapter 01, How did it turn out to be like this?"
A/N:
Yar indeed, this chapter is how the scribe has written it, figured it'd make a good introduction, Next chap will be longer of course o.O' R&R pl0x, feel free to flame, its my first story and I'ma tough kid.. wanna learn too y'know.
An' 'course, It'll be longah.