After battling through the snowy cold of Northrend, enduring the long arduous path to the Lich King, Prestige stood victorious over the man once known as Arthas, the fallen king. A peace returned to the land, and the citizens of Azeroth rejoiced…once again. The celebration was grand in both it’s scale and lavishness, and the loyal soldiers beneath the Prestige banner stood proud. Those who were lost along the way will not be forgotten.
Needless to say, the celebration didn’t last long. A rumbling deep within the core of Azeroth sent the elemental guardians into a frenzy of mass confusion. The world was coming to an end! Panic ensued. The streets soon filled with naysayers and doomsayers, convincing the public that the Lich King was still alive, and Prestige had failed.
Sadly, this was something much…worse.
As the quakes grew stronger, the world had begun to change from the inside out, and without warning or prejudice, it happened. The Cataclysm. Azeroth as we knew it split asunder…and the destruction that spilled forth changed our world forever. Countless lives were lost in the destruction, and the skies burned red.
What sort of monster was responsible — or even capable — of this unspeakable catastrophe?
Despite wishing it away, many knew the answer. Witness the return of the Black Dragonflight. Aspect: Death. The one and only, Deathwing the Destroyer.
Soldiers of Prestige, pick up your sword, shield, bow or staff, and stand ready…for we have much work to do, and while the party may have been short lived, Azeroth needs us once again. We must fight to return our world to glory once again. I promise you this: The road will be long, and it will be hard…and I will not lie. Some of you will not make it to the end. Some will die…others will be left behind. Make no mistake, this is war. Right here, right now…we stand together, alive. Fight to stay that way. Understand that this could be our one chance to fight back before it’s too late…
Deathwing will pay for what he has done.
“If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one. Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” -J. Robert Oppenheimer