Year 20

What grave fate has befallen upon us.

First the orcs broke free of the camps, they attacked our people in the other villages. I heard rumors that they even took some humans captive as slaves. But just when it seemed that was being taken care of, a new threat arose.

A mysterious Plague broke out on the land. And not just any Plague, anyone that became infected of course died. But they didn't stay dead for long... They would later then arise, undead, and attack their own friends, their families... Nothing about who they once were remained... It seemed hopeless...
And almost to add insult to injury, our own prince, Arthas, after traveling far north to destroy this Plague from the source, he betrayed us. We were overjoyed at his return but quickly our joy was turned to sorrow. He killed the King, his own father.
After that, nothing was the same...
The Plague broke out again and the Scourge was on the rise, led by our Dark Prince. Some of my own family were infected, others lost in the chaos as we tried to escape, fleeing to the land of the dwarves. I think I'm the only one to have survived. Ever since I've arrived here, in Ironforge, I have not seen any from my family. I'm not giving up hope just yet, though. There are still a few more refugees that have made it to the city, though in small numbers. But I will go through with the plan, I will head to Stormwind. If any of them escaped, that's where they'll be or will be heading.

I just hope it's not too late for us and this Scourge can be defeated.
Light save us all...