Looking around my surroundings, I immediately recognized where I was. Having become familiar with the forests around Lordaeron, there could be no mistake. But there was a change. The pallor of the trees was different. The animals that scurried away as I approached were barely recognizable. Maws that gaped open, larger than normal, these creatures were the occupants of a child’s nightmares. These were not creatures that should be living. Of course, glancing once again at my hands, with their bony protrusions, perhaps I was not one to be thinking …

I awoke sometime later. The Troll had kept her promise. She had left me tied to a tree, naked. My clothing was gone, as were my daggers and my food. The ropes that bound me were enough to make this old sailor proud. They would not be undone.
I straightened up, hands bound behind me and around a large Valenwood tree. My shoulders ached from being slumped over. I had a knot on my head from where I was clubbed. I had no idea where I was or if I was …

Leaving Stratholme with the intention of heading towards Stormwind, I began my long journey. It was difficult. The plague was clearly spreading out around the surrounding cities and forests. Animals were infected, becoming odd, hostile monstrosities. Quietly stealing through the shadows, I attempted my best to avoid detection of any kind. My plan was to head to the Dwarven lands in the Hinterlands. Perhaps the storied gryphon riders I’d heard about in my youth would be able to provide safe passage. If nothing else, perhaps I could convince them to …

Stratholme: Once one of the great cities located in Northern Lordaeron. Now, it was merely a shell of its former self. Many of the denizens of this once great city had fled in terror or succumbed to the plague. There were still a few people around, mostly clerics doing what they could to provide healing or prayers for the afflicted. Finally, I would be able to piece together what had happened during the naval onslaught.
One of the priests, Father Andal Rasaak, met me upon entering the city. Fearing I had …