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Long ago, before the Trilemian Empire secured a foothold in the realm of Dresung, the great King Almoneer ruled the land with an iron fist. Conquering the beasts of the land, Almoneer was worshiped by his subjects. Pioneering many achievements both in military and economically, he had brought the kingdom to a spiritual high. It seemed that he could do no wrong at all. However, as popular as he was, there was one thing he could not overcome. The following is the story of how this horrible flaw came to be.

You see, the king had earned his position through military conquest. At the Battle of Aldenvate, Almoneer (then a captain) lead one of the best legion of troops to force back a rogue nation of elves. However, not all local creatures were as primitive as they might have seen. As the men trudged on to the outpost, a tribe of trolls observed the mass movement. Knowing the elves would be willing to trade for the crucial knowledge, a messenger was sent to the nearest camp. The Elvish leader at the time, Ke'hamin, called for thousands of his people to unite and drive back the intruders. They gathered outside the frontier town and waited.

When Almoneer's army arrived, they found themselves greatly outnumbered. As bleak as the carnage looked, the general turned to his men.

"Men of the order!" he shouted, "today you ponder the worth of glory! I see amongst you the fiber of our soul, the essence of our hearts. Your eyes stare across this encroaching chaos, hands growing feeble, courage growing weak. As you reconsider your allegiance, let me ask you this. Who shall be sacrificed from your desertion? The people of your country, cut down by the scourge of living things. The strength to overcome this foe lies in you, my friend. So stand with me, unsheathe your sword, and defend all that is righteous in this world. Stand with me, and your spirit shall live forever among the tales of heros. Stand with me, and let us overcome these demons of the Earth!"

Inspired and invigorated by the great leader, the men fought like possessed by the devil himself. A crimson ocean spread itself across the gound, and blades cut through meat like an arrow through cloth. The elves were beat down, and Ke'hamin and Almoneer met on the field.

"Hellspawn, the time of your reckoning has come!" shouted the captain, " I shall use your head as a warning, for the creatures of brimstone will flee from the horror that is your hideous face!'

"Human scum," replied the warrior," your tounge shall be my trophy, for it is the only thing you posses that is of any worth."

The duel between the great heros lasted for days. On the third, the armor of the general gave, and he fought his enemy with bare skin. On the eighth, the captain's mace broke the forearm of Ke'hamin, leaving only his offhand to fight with. Finally, on the twelfth day, the battle was coming to a close. Almoneer had endured many wounds, and the same went for the Elf King. Suddenly, the captain tripped, leaving him open and vunerable. Swinging his blade with the strength of a thousand men, Ke'hamin's edge ripped across Almoneer's face, leaving a ferocious wound that would scar him forever. The elf laughed.

"Now you see human, your beloved people shall come next, with you at the head of my flag!" shouted the beast.

Great fury sprang up in the man. His willpower grew as strong as the flow of an avalanche, his blood heated to the point of boil.

"No demon from the hills of the wild will be able to conquer our land, for the glory of our kingdom shines brighter than the light of dawn!"

Blow after blow, Almoneer hammered the Elf King. Smashing him to the point of oblivion was all that mattered to the man now. As the crushing swings rang across the continent, all became silent. It was then known that the Humans had won, and that Aldenvate and its people were saved.

It was this wound Ke'hamin bore Almoneer that haunted him to his death. With no wife to bear a son, the heir of his kingdom was undecided. Several had become the supposed true heir, and none was obvious. The first was Crendin Dwaine, the nephew of the king. He had grown up in the castle with his uncle, and had been favored by the king. He had been trained in the ways of war and led his country to many victories. The second was Matthew Blewkal. The squire of the kings brother, he had grown up with Crendin. Friends for many years, their strategic cunning was unparalleled through all of Azeroth. However, when the king died, they disagreed on many things, most prevalent the management of the country. Turned at each other, they fostered a violent rivalry.

It was this impending war that turned the tides of the land forever. The ripples caused by the outcome of the conflict that would tear and fray the fabric of the country and its people. Villages would burn, lands would be ravaged, and the people of the world would suffer through it all. However, today is not the day for the tale that was to come. The history of the land of Dresung will have to be completed another time.