Tanaan Jungle, Unkown date on the Orcish Calendar
Gul'dan stepped over a fallen vine freshly cut by the orderlies ahead of him. Conquest lay ahead. The trek through the jungle was fraught with danger, requiring him to take a larger retinue ahead of the Horde in order to best accomplish the plan his master had set. The Horde thirsts for blood and Gul'dan had every intention to sate its growing appetite. Like a slavering dog, the green mass a kilometre behind him followed the scent it had picked up, single-minded and acting like a single body. Power beckons. Breaking out of the trees, Gul'dan saw the object that would give hi—The Horde, unlimited power. Standing proudly upon a great stepped pedestal, adorned by arcane figures, was the Dark Portal. Swirling with the energies of the Warp, Gul'dan could feel the fel powers emanating from the rectangular centre, but it was not complete. Even though the Portal was activated, it was not yet primed—stepping through the portal would take the passenger to a random location in the Great Dark, not any specific location. Fortunately, Gul'dan's liaison on the targeted world, Azeroth, knew the proper address. This was why he was here at this moment ahead of the Horde. Closing his eyes, he opened his mind to the Twisting Nether. Azeroth awaits.
Tower of Karazhan, Year 592 King's Calendar
Sargeras could feel the tug of his pawn's mind across the Twisting Nether. He moved his human body into the focusing pentagram hidden under the rug of his office and began to interface with the Orc. Just as he was supplying the last of the magical coordinates of this world, the door abruptly opened.
"Master Medivh, sir I…"
Belgium, Near Ypres, April 9th, 1918
Tobias Reiniger clutched his rifle closely as he peered out of the crater he was hiding in. Artillery and sniper fire constantly harassed the enemy lines so they could not focus on the infiltration manoeuvre that Tobias and his squad were involved in. At the moment they were to attempt to take a position that would allow them to destroy the enemy artillery and wreak havoc in the enemy lines, allowing follow-up troops to mop up. The grey clouds of the battlefield occasionally glowed orange and shells impacted the earth around him. Tobias had a real fear that a shell would land in the crater he had taken position in. All the while waiting for the next major volley which would signal the advance, Tobias noticed an odd green glow in the distance to his right.
The Dark Portal
Gul'dan mentally keyed in the address given to him by his master. He worried that it wouldn't work since his master seemed quite agitated near the end. But his fears were removed when the portal flashed and fizzled in arcane energies, building the fel tunnel that would carry the Orcish race to new heights of power and glory. He stepped back and spread his arms as the assembled Horde below bellowed, the blood of demons surging in their veins.
"ONWARDS! TO GLORY! FOR THE HORDE!"
In a crater near Ypres
Tobias watched in silent shock as a great… purple thing suddenly appeared about a kilometre away. It pushed away the fog of war like a child's toy displacing the water of a bathtub. The only sounds were the low rumble of distant artillery and the static buzzing of the thing. Soldiers on both sides stopped and stared, suddenly unafraid of the snipers that had preyed on them for four long years. The petrified quiet reigned for a minute as officers lost their tongues and soldiers forgot their orders. Then the insanity intensified.
Out of the encroaching mists, a disembodied voice rasped:
"LOK-REGAR! LOK-NARASH! LOK. TAR. OGARR!"*
*Ready your orders! Arm yourselves! Victory or Death!
So begins my first fanfiction. As the reader may have guessed, this is an alternate history scenario where Khadgar screws up the invasion of Azeroth. Due to his untimely disturbance, the Orcs invade Earth during World War 1 rather than the Kingdom of Azeroth in peacetime. The nations Azeroth will be involved in the sequel and the Burning Legion in a third story, roughly corresponding with WW1, WW2, and the Cold War.