What Remains
Yet there is no time for peace; Deathwing, the Worldbreaker, returns to Azeroth in full force, shattering entire regions of the world. The Forsaken, led by Sylvanas Windrunner, assault the Kingdom of Gilneas at the orders of the new Warchief of the Horde, Garrosh Helscream, ending in an eventual truce with the Worgen of Genn Greymane joining the Alliance. The island-city of Kezan is destroyed, resulting in the Goblins of the Bilgewater Cartel throwing their lot in with the Horde.
Those that remained with the Argent Crusade, meanwhile, have been busy, too. The remaining Crusaders have pulled into Lorderaen's Plaguelands in an attempt to rid this area, too, from the remainder Scourge. Thus it is that you, a valiant warrior of the Argent Crusade, find yourself here, in the Eastern Kingdom's Plaguelands as you prepare to rid it of the mindless Scourge for once and for all. With the Alliance and the Forsaken waging war, and the Scourge leadership here still relatively intact, it will prove to be a hard job...
Western Plaguelands, Ruins of Lordaeron
Southwest of Light's Hope Chapel
The cart traversed the road, its passengers sitting rather uncomfortably on the wooden benches as it rode over the cobbles underneath its wheels. It was one of three; the other two followed suit. All of them were filled with Argent Crusaders, be they new recruits or grizzled veterans, headed for a small camp several miles to the north of Corin's Crossin, where they would hear the exact details of their next assignment.
"...and when he finally returned, his entire jaw was missing!" the Forsaken Apothecary, known as Fabien Vile, sat in front of the Blood Elf Death Knight Norine, telling some sort of story. "Oh, those Deathstalkers." He shook his head. "I had to sow on another one, taken from some useless body I had laying around." Distressingly enough, the Apothecary was to serve as the small unit's medic - although he wouldn't enter the combat itself. "Ehh, the sack of bear's guts he brought back were worth it, though." Norine nodded, and looked at the others sat in the cart, some of them looking rather uncomfortable with the Apothecary. "Hmm. I'm sure they were." The Death Knight's glowing blue eyes turned back to the Apothecary. "I'm sure you'll have much more to tell us later. For now, though, I'd rather know if you have all the supplies you'll need." Again, the Forsaken shook his head. "I need some more innards, and an eyeball.." the Apothecary looked in one of the many bags he had with him. "Medical supplies." He looked up. "Oh. Erm, yes, I think so.." Norine looked towards the cart's driver. "Good, now shut up. Driver, how far?"
The driver looked slightly disgusted as they passed a pile of burning corpses, made from the recently slain undead, the fire starting to consume their bodies. "Not much more, Death Knight. We'll be there soon enough. Just sit back, and relax... Undead or not, you'll probably need all the energy you can get soon enough, I'd say, whatever this mystery assignment may be..."