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this is the history of Azeroth
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Dragons were the Oldest
who lived free and soared the sky of Azeroth
who lived long and enjoyed bountiful harvests
who guarded the magic and the lives
who were the wisest and the First
Night elves were the second Oldest,
the Shadowy and Reclusive Ones
and the Husbander of Forest,
who awoke by the first ray of dawn
who was touched by the White Lady's light
and walked among the woods of Kalimdor.
Ancient and wise in their magical lore,
they brought the world much wonder.
But wonders they brought do not last,
for their arrogance invited the unjust.
A black hole ripped open in the sky
through which came the darkest light.
The Burning Legion descendes the night,
a voice in the sky that screamed terror,
with them came the Orcish might.
Thousands of Hordes of a different world,
who brought flame and steel to go to war.
What were they once that we knew not,
they burned and slaughtered and enslaved.
They were the bloody Horde!
The two eldest races fought aloneside,
and the war was win to a bitter end.
The Burning Legion was banished.
The world was changed and corrupted,
its face scared and its beauty lost the light.
The Second Oldest returned to the Holy Land,
vowed never to touch magic again.
Then came the age of awakening
Dwarves were the third,
who bless the world with their architect.
Tauren were the tribes of distant land,
who shared the home with the Second Son.
Troll tribes who lived by the forest,
with doctors wicked and witched.
Humans were the youngest of all,
whose ambitions surpass all.
Their arms were weak,
but their minds were strong,
Their body were of mortal,
but their will were iron.
Their borders stretched far and wide,
and their pride grew astride.
The demons were banished but far from gone
among the infernals they plotted the time to come.
Of what that was, it was unknown,
a rift openned from the stoney ground.
From its darkest and foulest depth,
poured the brutes of savage strength.
Orcs were they called of an alien world,
yonder place where light could not go.
Thus it was known as the second War,
when all that was good and life bled and died.
The war was fought and bitterly won,
many scarred land took another wound.
the subdued Horde, the prisoners of war,
captured slaves for the human lords.
Followed by 15 years of restless peace.
A new storm brewed in the distance sky,
The thunders flashing were the only light.
The early chill of winter clung the air.
Drums of war echoed from the horizon tide,
breathless gasps of a thousand dead.
To this day when we began,
onto the day when this end,
a new chapter shall be write...
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