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We got help from our good friends, the UNSC. We studied the earth through this gateway and discovered they were in a different age and had strange mythical creatures. We beamed down for a closer look and found that it had a total of eight main races, Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, Night Elves, Orcs, Trolls, Tauren, and the Undead. The Seven living ones had formed an alliance against the undead scourge, lead by the lich King, Ner’Zhul. The UNSC and Starfleet had joined the great alliance, and fought in one of the greatest battles in the history of Azeroth. The Alliance won, but not without a price. Many of the races and nations took heavy casualties and losses. Many were crippled and had very little goods. Some broke out in civil war. Others had famine or drought. The UNSC and Starfleet tried their best to support and help these nations, but could not stop all the deaths. There were too many dead people. There were so many that the graveyards could not hold all of them. Many nations were so out of food that they had to eat the corpses, even those of their loved ones! Luckily, The Heroes had found many animals around a large lake. Many people came and camped by the lake and ate and drank heartily. The nation of Azeroth had built a city to honor the heroes and made Kyle (a.k.a. KBX) the King of it. It was named “New Stromgarde (pronounced St Like in storm, rom like you see it and garde like guard)” The people built statues in honor of these Heroes and gave them many medals of Honor and valor. Without them, the alliance probably would have lost.By the way it is not the plot for my campaign, but i will base a map on it, my campaign does have much of the stuff, but not like this, my campaign will be about a militiaman eventually becoming king of New Stromgarde and meeting MC and meeting a great enemy, greater than the scourge. IT'S ALL ABOUT A WORMHOLE THAT MAKES THE PEOPLE THAT GO IN IT TRAVEL TO DIFFERENT REALITIES!!!
The morning mist hung above the seemingly endless ocean, broken only by the occasional wave. Through it flew a zeppelin, its crew rather bored. On the edge sat Scheen, hanging her feet off the edge in boredom. “Does anyone even know if we’re goin’ in the right direction?” she yelled over her shoulder
“For the last time Scheen, unless there’s some sort of excessively powerful electric storm nearby, the compass should be accurate” sighed Nathanial. Even though he had initially accepted Jenita’s proposal to go on this quest, he was beginning to regret it due to Scheen’s impatient nature, Takk’s excessive moulting and the fact that he was the one piloting the zeppelin
“Scheen, you really need to learn to be more patient” said Xanvol. Beside him, Takk shock himself, attempting to get slightly drier, but only managing to drop a few more feathers
“Jeez, sorry mister ‘I know everything’, it’s just that waking up every day soakin’ wet isn’t my best way to wake up” said Scheen, still looking at the water beneath the zeppelin
“Scheen, you should be used to it, ‘little miss pirate’” said Ardian. Like Nathanial, he was at his wits end with Scheen, and they only kept her around due to her knowledge of many things. But when it came to flying, she was extremely annoying
Scheen turned around to glare at Ardian, before saying “Ships have a little thin’ called the inside” and returning to looking at the water