Disclaimer and Authors Note: This is the first time I am attempting to write a fanfic based of World of Warcraft. So please excuse the many mistakes that might pop up in the fic. World and Warcraft, once again, belongs to those great guys at Blizzard Gaming Company, who never fails to create great games, year after year. Anyway... on with the story.
Prologue
It has been ten years since the defeat of Archimonde at Mount Hyjal by the allied forces of the Orcish Horde, led by the Warchief Thrall, and the Alliance led by Jaina Proudmoore and the Night Elves led by the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage and Tyrande Whisperwind. But yet, the threat of the demonic Burning Legion still remains and suddenly, the factions that were once united soon split apart due to the traces of their old enmities.
Warchief Thrall and the Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof remained on Kalimdor, home of the Night Elves. Thrall set up the orcish city of Orgrimmar in the land of Durotar, named after his predecessor and former Warchief of the Orcish Horde, Orgrim Doomhammer, whose hammer and massive black plated armor he currently wore, as well as his late father, the leader of the Frostwolf clan who perished under Gul'dan and Ner'zhul's hands in the past.
Cairne Bloodhoof founded the city of Mulgore upon the rather lush grassy plains of Kalimdor. But as for the undead humans and other beings that had succumbed under the Scourge that broke free from the influence of the Lich King, they threw in their lot with the Horde, but instead of making their home in Kalimdor, they instead to create a community underneath the former city of Lordaeron, and installed Sylvanas Windrunner as their leader, and they called themselves the Forsaken, to distinguish themselves from the mindless undead minions of the Scourge.
The humans instead made their base in Stormwind Keep in Azeroth, and the Dwarves as well as the Gnomes naturally belonged in Ironforge, where they belonged. The Night Elves too, had made a city close to the great tree of Teldrassil, and they named their city as Darnassus. Even as now the full threat of the Burning Legion has not been removed, and the taints of the Legion and the Undead Scourge still remained.
In the village of Northshire, close to where Stormwind Keep is, one such man is about to embark on such a journey. Tyrion Silvermoon was a human, but named after the realm of the Elves due to the deep friendship of his father and an elf from Quel'thalas. He heard the news of how Prince Arthas of Lordaeron was twisted and corrupted into an Undead Knight by the cursed rune blade, Frostmourne and then came back to the Lordaeron capital and slew his father, the king Terenas of Lordaeron.
Arthas's vile deeds continues to spread, first by slaying many paladins of the Order of the Silver Hand in order to revive the necromancer Kel'thuzad into a Lich and then destroying Quel'thalas and corrupting the Sunwell, as well as annihilating the whole mage nation of Dalaran.
Even though it is a thing in the past, he still did not like the Forsaken, even though they were no longer bound to the Scourge. Thankfully his father had survived the massacre, though he was part of the forces that fought in the final few battles in Kalimdor, and returned victorious. And the Forsaken reminded him of an undead former prince who would slaughter his own kind.
And as for the orcs, he held mistrust due to the actions of their kind in the past, as do many people in Azeroth. After all, it was the Orcish Horde and their warlocks who attacked Stormwind Keep many decades earlier, and brought much suffering on Azeroth and its allies, in the wars that took place before the Scourge attacks on Lordaeron and Azeroth. But when his father returned home, he was surprised by his father's praises of the orcs, who according to him were worthy comrades.
Tyrion, of course disagreed, pointing out that it was the Orcs who had made Stormwind and Azeroth suffer in the past. In return, his father shook his head. He simply said. "You are wrong son, but also right in a way. I first thought of them that as well, but this new Orcish Horde is very much different. There are no warlocks, but instead shamans have replaced them. And the new Warchief, Thrall, young as he is, speaks and acts honourably, and the Orcs follow his example to become disciplined honored warriors."
At his son's very skeptical look, his father just laughed and said. "Believe it or not, it is up to you. You will discover it on your own in due time."
Coming back to the present, he saw his father at the doorway and approached him. In his father's hands was a simple short sword in a leather scabbard, which according to his father was the first sword that he had before he joined the Order of the Silver Hand many years ago. And on the table, he also saw some carefully prepared supplies in a pack, including some healing potions, as well as a small pouch of coins.
His father looked at him and said. "It is time son, though I do need to give you some advice. You are new in the world and there are things you do not know as of yet, but you will, in due time. My suggestion is that you keep to the vicinity of Stormwind Keep in your first few explorations and then join a Guild, if you feel you are good enough to do so. And as you become more experienced, you might then want to explore the world a bit, and perform tasks for your Guild. I know I did, when I retired from the army, and then spent the last few years performing errands for a Guild."
He paused for a moment before he continued. "Even better yet, I do believe that Marshal Mcbride might have some tasks for you. You might be my son, but it would be better if you would build up your own reputation along the way."
Tyrion nodded and took the things and then strapped the sword at his belt. He then took the pack, ,which he put into his plane of storage as well as putting the money pouch in his pocket before he turned to his father and said. "Goodbye Father... "
His father nodded. "May the Light guide you, my son, and I wish you luck on your journey ahead."
Tyrion nodded as he stepped out of the house, to set forth on a great journey, full of adventure. He looked back, and waved goodbye to his father one last time, before disappearing down the road towards the streets of the town of Northshire, eager to begin his training and doing tasks for people to improve himself, and then join a Guild.
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