Warcraft IV: War of Legends

Chapter 2: A Mad Messenger

The Warchief sat upon his throne in the main hall of his Fortress. He hated being cooped up indoors all the time, but he knew that it was best for the Horde. He was awaiting news from a messenger who was keeping contact between the majority of the Horde and the Forsaken. He, like Cairne and Vol'Jin, did not trust Sylvanas enough to allow her messengers to their side. Drek'Thar had told him of Garona, and how she slew a human King.

A knock on the door followed by them being thrust open broke him from his thoughts. "Thrall, Warchief of the Orcish Horde! Long has the Scourge threatened these lands, and now they have begun their strike! The Invasion of Theramoore, which still now is passing, is only the first step. Take up arms, and lead your people to end the Scourge! The only hope for Kalimdor, and for Jaina Proudmoore, is to take the battle to Northrend before it is too late!"

Thrall did not interrupt, clearly trying to take it all in. 'Who are you, and how dare you enter so rudely?' was what he wanted to say, but could not. As though he was under some sort of a spell, he asked instead "What will happen to Jaina when it is too late?"

The stranger replied quickly, "She will become an Undead Sorceress." As he spoke, he strode to where Thrall could see him. He was tall, taller than an Orc, but shorter than a Tauren. He appeared to be a Night Elf, but there was something odd about him…

"What are you?" he asked, unable to think of any creature the thing before him was.

"I am a Dragon Mage, one of the Blue Dragon Flight. Our flight was slain so the Scourge could have strong Air forces. Those that remain now fight the Scourge endlessly. However," paused the Dragon Mage, "There are forces in the Eastern lands that may help bolster your forces. I suggest you journey to Grim Batol to speak with those who live there. They may be able to help find those willing to join your purpose." With that, he turned and walked away. As he left Orgrimmar, he turned into a massive Blue Dragon, who quickly flew north. He had to speak with his old friend. She would help prepare the next part of the fight against the Scourge.

Thrall watched the winged leviathan race north. He was surprised to see an Orc running to him. "Warchief! The Tauren have sent a scout! They say that they sensed immense magic here, and thought that perhaps a Demon had entered!"

"No demon. It was a Dragon mage, come to warn me of an attack on Theramoore Isle by the Scourge. I need you to find Nazgrel. Tell him to form a scouting party to see if the news I received was true. I shall speak to the Tauren; assure them that no demons have entered Orgrimmar."

"That is good to hear, old friend," said Cairne. "The magic my Spirit Walkers sensed here was mighty, older even than the Tauren race. Such ancient magic was thought to be that of a demon lord, but you say it was a dragon giving a message. Tell me, what did he say?"

Though Thrall was surprised and honoured that Cairne himself came to investigate, he hid it well. "The news is no better than a demon, I'm afraid. The Scourge may have taken Theramoore Isle. From there, they may try to take Kalimdor." He left out Jaina being kidnapped. He had figured, from what he had been told, that Jaina had to be slain and raised in Northrend.

"Warchief! The party is ready! We await only your command!" Thrall nodded, showing the Grunt that the party was to leave. As he rejoined the party, Cairne looked back at Thrall and said, "For the sake of the land, I hope the Dragon was wrong."

"So do I, Cairne. So do I."

AN: Several (meaning all) of my other stories are on less violent concepts with younger suggested viewing audiences. The existence of the one and only Scourge keeping Theramoore busy was a nice concept. They're already eliminated, and the rest are heading inland. However, the humans may have to rebuild a farm or two…