The Scourging of Azeroth
Foreword : Internal conflicts are on the rise, and it seems that hope is all but lost. In this particular fic I go through different character perspectives, describing the conflicts they face and the problems they have to overcome. The world is at war, and the setting is the realm of Azeroth. The essence of the story is that the battles fought on the battlefield itself is merely an illusion reflected on the surface of greater, and hidden battles being fought underneath. This is a tale of internal conflict and power struggles, of hidden truths and deeper meanings behind the deceit and lies we are made to believe.
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Prologue : The Darkest of Times
Death
shall devour this land and all who reside in it
Only to me alone
shall every soul submit
The
denizens of this world shall be victims of my wrath
My undead army
will consume all who stand in my path
Pathetic
mortals they are, to their forgotten prophecies they cling
Truly
there is none as powerful as I, the mighty Lich King
My
will be done, that not one can defy
Those who stand to oppose me,
shall die
The last remnants of
humanity shall soon be made undone
For the the scourging of
Azeroth, has only just begun...