![]() There is much to be done, yet the mighty crowns of Stromgarde and Gilneas sit upon their laurels, while Daelin Proudmoore rages at the refugee crisis thrust into his hands. Though most are sceptical this is no more than an exaggerated troll invasion or some kind of natural crisis, the apparent discovery of alien forces has been reinforced by the magus Khadgar, whose return to Dalaran has been the subject of much scrutiny by his peers in the Kirin Tor. ![]() With little knowledge or understanding of what had happened, the Human kings gather in Capital City at the behest of King Terenas II Menethil within the august palace of the mighty Kingdom of Lordaeron. So many had perished, so few had managed to return, and so few seemed willing to tell the tale of what had happened in the south. With their morale shattered and their spirits crushed, the remnants of the once mighty southern army made camp just outside of Southshore, and, after the momentary confusion, what had happened seemed to resonate more clearly Llane, a wise and capable king, was dead, and Anduin Lothar had been made Regent in those miserable weeks at sea, with a small council of other noteworthy commanders such as Gavinrad and Lady Mara Fordragon accompanying Lothar's exodus north. Even in these early days did reports arrive from the surrounding islands of Tol Barad, Zul'Dare and others that the rest of the broken fleet had managed to make its way north. Stormwind had indeed fallen, the alien war machine known as the Orcish Horde having shattered the combined military might of the Nation of Azeroth in a war that saw tens of thousands dead, and yet it seemed the flood of survivors continued. Borne only by the hospitality of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, thousands if not more refugees arrived in Southshore, increasing steadily by the day as the grim news travelled north. Alarms sounded and panic spread momentarily through the various port towns as runners dispatched informed the many half-awake nobles and elders that indeed, Stormwind had fallen as the first panicked messages reached the northern kingdoms. Carried by winds north, a fleet had appeared seemingly out of thin air within Baradin Bay, tenuously escorted by warships from Kul Tiras and the battered sails of Stormwind, it appeared as if every merchantman and available hull had been scraped together to lead this pauper armada, with the near-sunken flagship, the Defiance. It was early within the morning when the first ship reached the shores of Hillsbrad.
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