It was seemingly an ordinary day in Orgrimmar but little did Kimbria know that her life would change forever from here on out. Guards roamed mindlessly around the sandy walkway occasionally pulling people up. Kimbria, a slender, blonde and beautiful Blood Elf Warlock sat on her mount whilst hovering above the city – thinking of Silvermoon and how she missed it. After a while, she steered her mount to the ground. A messenger of Vol'Jin's approached her. "Lok'Tar Kimbria" the messenger greeted her but she responded bluntly. "Yes?" she answered. "Vol'Jin has requested that you gather your army. There's trouble in Silvermoon" She raised her brows. "Trouble back home?" she half laughed. "What trouble could there possibly be?" she asked. "An Alliance outlaw guild have attacked the city. Your people need you" he responded with urgency in his voice. Kimbria stood in shock. She thought of her family and she mounted up and headed off to her headquarters.
Upon entering her barrack style home that she'd made her HQ, she saw her followers lazily lounging in their hammocks. She sighed. She knew they missed their families just as much as she did. She sympathised with their dedication and determination that led them into battle and risking their lives. She headed over to the command table, her followers saw her distress and gathered round her. Her loyal best friend – Andrius tapped her shoulder and whispered "What's wrong?" in her ear. This silenced her. Many eyes looked up at her – waiting. They knew they were going to be called for duty.
She sighed before speaking. "There's an attack on…" she mumbled. "On what?" Andrius questioned. "On Silvermoon City" she paused. "Vol'Jin sent a messenger just short of an hour ago" she said shyly. Grumbles, quiet curses and sighs filled the room. Kimbria looked around the room, saw her armies tired weary faces. She couldn't march them into battle, not again – and most certainly not for this. She broke the silence as she coughed. "You have all served me so well. Bravely. Vigorously." She paused. "And I know we've lost many along the way. I'm not telling you to serve me now, I'm giving you the option – I understand you have families, husbands, wives – friends. I respect your decisions." She said graciously. As she began gathering her armour, potions and backpack, Andrius – her devoted best friend whom loved her dearly stood tall. "I'll fight with you – for Silvermoon City." Kimbria knew wherever she went, he would follow – but this time, she couldn't risk it. She pulled him aside. "Andrius, please – you are not coming." She begged. Her eyes widened. "Please." She repeated. Andrius stepped forward, cupped her chin as he spoke. "Bria, I will go to the ends of Azeroth for you – I'd give my last dying breath for you. Of course I'm going to do this – for you." A faint smile gleamed upon her face. "Thank you." She whispered.
As they both made last minute preparations, pin pointing details on the map – an Orc warrior came forward. "Excuse me, Kimbria" he said in a low toned voice. "I've supported your army for many years now and although I am aging, my strength and honour still reside in me – I will come with you – I know how it feels to lose family in a crisis like this." He explained. Kimbria nodded graciously. "Thank you, Edgar. You are a strong and crucial part of this army." He too collected his armour and weapons. They stood around the command table for a short while longer. The rest of the army however, loitered. They mumbled amongst each other. Shoving into each other. Kimbria caught a glimpse of this. "If you are joining me on this last stand, act your age – not your shoe sizes." She half yelled. "Those who do not wish to fight by my side – please vacate." She said…