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It is Year 18 (610 K.C.), and the Eastern Kingdoms lie uneasy. The orcish Horde, once a savage wave that nearly drowned humanity, has been shattered. Its survivors languish in internment camps or vanish into the forests and shadows. Yet for all the blood spilled, the Alliance of Lordaeron stands divided. Gilneas has grown distant and disdainful. Stromgarde simmers with resentment. Alterac remains a stain on the map, its treason unanswered. And in Stormwind, still rebuilding from the fires of the First War, the young and restless watch their elders struggle to shape a future that feels increasingly uncertain.
A new generation stands poised to inherit the future. The sons and daughters of kings, queens, generals, and lords—some groomed for greatness, others thrust unwillingly into its shadow—now come of age in a realm on the brink.
More urgently, a new threat brews in the north: the once-thriving granaries of Andorhal have produced a cursed yield. Those who consume it fall ill—some withering, others rising again with unnatural hunger in their eyes. The priests and alchemists of Lordaeron work to contain the plague, but behind the sickness lies a deeper corruption—one seeded not by warlocks or witches, but by agents of the Burning Legion, whose influence now slinks through cracks left by war.
The timeways shimmer here here—and whether this becomes a golden age… or the prologue to something darker… lies in your hands.
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Current Plotlines:
Freed from Durnholde, Thrall has been travelling across the northlands to burn and destroy the internment camps created by the Alliance. Only one major facility stands left: Southshore.
With a new king since Aiden Perenolde’s death to sickness, Falconcrest is putting out Hagen’s fires and straining to keep the foolhardy king in line.*
The Gilnean Ambassador was found dead at the last meeting of the Alliance - an orange scarf in his mouth, black feathers scattered at his feet, and twenty-eight stab woulds. They didn’t want to give him a chance, huh? Tensions rise between Gilneas, Lordaeron, and Alterac.
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