Seeking to punish the wayward orcs for their costly betrayal, Doomhammer sent his forces to kill Gul'dan and bring the renegades back into the fold. For his recklessness, Gul'dan was torn apart by the maddened demons he had set loose. With their leader dead, the renegade clans quickly fell before Doomhammer's enraged legions.

As the generations passed, Guardians defended the masses of humanity from the invisible threat of the Burning Legion throughout the lands of Arathor and Quel'Thalas. Arathor grew and prospered while the use of magic spread throughout the empire. Meanwhile, the Guardians kept careful watch for signs of demonic activity.

The Guardian power was so great that only the Council of Tirisfal was allowed to choose potential successors to the mantle of Guardianship. Whenever a Guardian grew too old, or wearied of the secret war against chaos, the Council chose a new champion, and under controlled conditions, formally channeled the Guardian power into its new agent.

The chief warden of the internment camps, Aedelas Blackmoore, watched over the captive orcs from his prison-stronghold, Durnholde. One orc in particular had always held his interest: the orphaned infant he had found nearly eighteen years before. Blackmoore had raised the young male as a favored slave and named him Thrall. Blackmoore taught the orc about tactics, philosophy, and combat. Thrall was even trained as a gladiator. All the while, the corrupt warden sought to mold the orc into a weapon.

Despite his harsh upbringing, young Thrall grew into a strong, quick-witted orc, and he knew in his heart that a slave's life was not for him. As he grew to maturity, he learned about his people, the orcs, whom he had never met: after their defeat, most of them had been placed in internment camps. Rumor had it that Doomhammer, the orc leader, had escaped from Lordaeron and gone into hiding. Only one rogue clan still operated in secret, trying to evade the watchful eyes of the Alliance.

Outnumbered and driven mad by the curse of their bloodlust, the orcs inevitably fell before the wrath of the Alliance. Doomhammer was taken prisoner and escorted to Lordaeron while his broken clans were rounded up and hauled north - back to Lordaeron.

The resourceful yet inexperienced Thrall decided to escape from Blackmoore's fortress and set off to find others of his kind. During his journeys Thrall visited the internment camps and found his once-mighty race to be strangely cowed and lethargic. Having not found the proud warriors he hoped to discover, Thrall set out to find the last undefeated orc chieftain, Grom Hellscream.

Constantly hunted by the humans, Hellscream nevertheless held onto the Horde's unquenchable will to fight. Aided only by his own devoted Warsong clan, Hellscream continued to wage an underground war against the oppression of his beleaguered people. Unfortunately, Hellscream could never find a way to rouse the captured orcs from their stupor. The impressionable Thrall, inspired by Hellscream's idealism, developed a strong empathy for the Horde and its warrior traditions.

Seeking the truth of his own origins, Thrall traveled north to find the legendary Frostwolf clan. Thrall learned that Gul'dan had exiled the Frostwolves during the early days of the First War. He also discovered that he was the son and heir of the orc hero Durotan, the true chieftain of the Frostwolves who had been murdered in the wilds nearly twenty years before.

Under the tutelage of the venerable shaman Drek'Thar, Thrall studied his people's ancient shamanistic culture, which had been forgotten under Gul'dan's evil rule. Over time, Thrall became a powerful shaman and took his rightful place as chieftain of the exiled Frostwolves. Empowered by the elements themselves and driven to find his destiny, Thrall set off to free the captive clans and heal his race of demonic corruption.

During his travels, Thrall found the aged warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer, who had been living as a hermit for many years. Doomhammer, who had been a close friend of Thrall's father, decided to follow the young, visionary orc and help him free the captive clans. Supported by many of the veteran chieftains, Thrall ultimately succeeded in revitalizing the Horde and giving his people a new spiritual identity.

To symbolize his people's rebirth, Thrall returned to Blackmoore's fortress of Durnholde and put a decisive end to his former master's plans by laying siege to the internment camps. This victory was not without its price: during the liberation of one camp, Doomhammer fell in battle.

Thrall took up Doomhammer's legendary warhammer and donned his black plate-armor to become the new warchief of the Horde. During the following months, Thrall's small but volatile Horde laid waste to the internment camps and stymied the Alliance's best efforts to counter his clever strategies. Encouraged by his best friend and mentor, Grom Hellscream, Thrall worked to ensure that his people would never be slaves again.

The society held its secret meetings in the shadowed Tirisfal Glades, where the high elves had first settled in Lordaeron. Thus, they named the secret sect the Guardians of Tirisfal. The mortal champions who were chosen to be Guardians were imbued with incredible powers of both elven and human magic. Though there would only ever be one Guardian at a time, they held such vast power that they could single-handedly fight back the Legion's agents wherever they were found in the world.

The Magocrats proposed the notion of empowering a single mortal champion who would utilize their powers in order to fight a never-ending secret war against the Legion. It was stressed that the majority of mankind could never know about the Guardians or the threat of the Legion for fear that they would riot in fear and paranoia. The elves agreed to the proposal and founded a secret society that would watch over the selection of the Guardian and help to stem the rise of chaos in the world.

Backed by the Stormreaver and Twilight's Hammer clans, Gul'dan succeeded in raising the Tomb of Sargeras from the sea floor. However, when he opened the ancient, flooded vault, he found only crazed demons awaiting him.

Are you here to train in Archaeology?

The bewildered Doomhammer, having lost nearly half of his standing forces to Gul'dan's treachery, was forced to pull back and forsake his greatest chance at victory over the Alliance.

There was nothing left for the ragged, scattered orc survivors but to flee to the last standing bastion of orcish power - the dark portal. Turalyon and his warriors chased the remaining orcs through the festering Swamp of Sorrows and into the corrupted Blasted Lands where the dark portal stood. There, at the foot of the colossal portal, the broken horde and the rugged Alliance clashed in what would be the last, bloodiest battle of the Second War.

How many times must I repeat myself... De factions attacking your perfect elf allies are also attacking us in Zul'Aman. A few of you have proven worthy fighters and honorable enough we hope to work together to combat de new threats. Does dat satisfy your inquiry?

Welcome to my Inn, weary traveler. What can I do for you?

These machines are fantastic! How could they operate with no anomalies or chance of failure? Oh, excuse me. Did you need something?

The Ranger Captain acknowledges that my experience in relic study will be invaluable against the host of threats in the days ahead. Before this, I was cataloging relics for the Dragonscale Expedition. When our camp heard of the attack on the Sunwell, I joined those who raced to return home to Silvermoon. I have not forgotten when the people of Quel'Thalas rallied to defend Suramar years ago. I will help in any way I can.

I hope you're not wasting my time, human.

It is a great honor to represent Harandar in this grand city.

Our banner should be outside by the natural beauty of the goddess, not locked within a hut.

Welcome, adventurer! Have you been aiding in the defense of Quel'Thalas against the recent incursions? I'd be happy to exchange your hard-earned Field Accolades for the new weapons and armor we've recently discovered. I'm also happy to exchange any Dark Particles you may find during these incursions for Field Accolades. My sister and the other ren'dorei are studying them in hopes of better understanding who and where these attacks are coming from.

After Xal'atath's initial attack on the Sunwell, a hidden cache of armor and weapons was discovered in the wreckage. We believe some of these may have been stashed here since the Legion's takeover of the Sunwell Plateau. It took us a bit to catalogue and check for any unsafe anomalies that may have formed during the years they were hidden, but we've managed to sort through them all. With more volunteers joining the Ranger Captain's strike force, we're going to need all the weapons and armor we can get.

<Maren glances at Mayven before looking back at you with a smile.> Yes. Twin sister, in fact. We both shared a common fondness for magic, which led us to pursue further studies within the Magister's Terrace. I went down one path... and she went down another. It's been a few years since our fallout, but I'm grateful she's back. She's may be a bit... cold sometimes but she's harmless. Well, mostly. <Maren scrunches her nose as if doubting her own words.>

This is such an interesting find!

A small group of us have been studying some relics from the recent assault on the city. The items appear to have been infused with latent void magic, which I believe has greatly increased their potential. The items' physical properties have also been altered, giving them all a striking look! Interesting, isn't it? Once we are sure they pose no threat to our own, we can start outfitting our troops with them and use this power against our enemies!

Oh don't tell me you're also here to side with Lady Darkglen, Priest ?

On her approach to... everything! Studying historical sites, investigating strange magic, and even preserving relics of power! 'Lady' Darkglen isn't so much keen to preserve our history as she is to understand the darkness that threatens it. Even if that means taking a more destructive approach.

Of course we should but at what cost? There must be a way to both preserve what is ours and defeat the enemies at our doorstep. We can do both, despite what Lady Darkglen thinks. Her obsession with dark powers has shattered her once-delicate approach to such things.

Greetings, human.

Young... I was the oldest Explorer-In-Training at the basecamp! Plus I had been starting to work with Rae'ana studying artifacts. She agreed to take me on as an apprentice. I have never been to a city like Silvermoon. It is so grand! We got to visit Valdrakken once, but there are so many more people here.

The threats that lay siege to Eversong and Zul'Aman's borders are relentless, adventurer, but we are no strangers to dealing with these attacks. Be it forces of the Void, marauding ethereals, or the Twilight's Blade, we will be ready.

My guards, ha. They are more accurately your guards. It is nice though dat they think three of dem are enough to stop me if I did want to do harm. Mibaza could take them alone. <Mibaza lets out a low growl.>

<Lady Darkglen tilts her head as she looks you over.> Now, what can an important priest like yourself do for me?

<Lady Darkglen sighs.> Due to the current climate of Silvermoon, it was unwise to have my usual... entourage here in the city. While dear Blocciniux is away, I have an alternate. Do try to behave in front of him, hmm? He's quite dedicated to his job.

<Mayven closes her eyes as she slowly exhales before looking at you.> Yes, she is. If you're that curious about my familial relations, please feel free to ask her all about it. While you do that, I've got work that requires my attention. These dark particles aren't going to study themselves.

<Mayven narrows her eyes at you for a moment before she gestures to the void magic circling around her hand.> Since you're so curious... I'm studying the dark particles left behind by these new threats. Why you may ask? Most types of magic leave behind a faint residue that can be used to determine the type of magic or in some cases, the reagents and fuel source used to power the spell. In this case, we are trying to unravel these particles to learn more about these threats and maybe find a way to counter their next move.

The forces of the Void and the Hal'hadar are relentless in their onslaught. We must remain vigilant and ready.

A part of the Reliquary? Me? I'm afraid not. I've always found their work to be rather fascinating--I've even contributed to Tae'thelan's lavish fundraisers that finance his expeditions. But sadly, the High Examiner has never granted me membership. I must have offended him at some point. <Lady Darkglen offers a coy smirk.> And yet, when the need arose for someone with an intrigue for both dark magic and history alike, none were as suited to the task as I was. He couldn't deny my credentials, so in turn he sent Andoren here to lecture me on... well, I've stopped listening to his prattle if I'm being honest.

Oh, hello there!

As you can no doubt tell, I am somewhat preoccupied with my research. Unless your question pertains to my work, please direct all matters to my sister, Maren.

By order of his royal highness, King Anduin Wrynn, all able-bodied citizens of the Alliance are to report to Priestess Dentaria at Lor'danel in Darkshore. The people of Lor'danel need your aid in caring for the survivors of Auberdine's destruction and securing their town against Twilight's Hammer. Speak to Vesprystus, the hippogryph master at Rut'theran Village outside of Darnassus and he'll arrange a flight to Darkshore. For the glory and honor of the Alliance!

You see those salty looking guys in red? That's the Irontide crew. They're the worst of the worst. Cutthroats and brigands, to a man. Irontide wouldn't be guarding the docks if they didn't stand to gain something... Lighten their pockets. See what kinda hardware they've got.

Hail, adventurer. Wild animals are growing more and more aggressive the farther we get from Goldshire, and the Eastvale Logging Camp suffers nearly constant attacks from wolves and bears! We could use your help out here.

A few days ago we sent two Guards, Rolf and Malakai, to investigate along the river, and they have not yet returned. To complete my report, I must know what happened to those men. Travel north along the river and find the guards... or their remains.