The monarch of Lordaeron: Terenas Menethil;
The Regent of Stormwind City: Anduin Lothar;
The leader of Dalaran: Archmage Antonidas;
The admiral of Kul Tiras: Daelin Proudmoore;
The king of Gilneas: Genn Greymane;
The ruler of Stromgarde: Thoradin Trollbane;
The High Priest of the Church of the Holy Light: Alonsus Faol;
And the "idiot" of Alterac: Aiden Perenolde.
These eight men were almost the eight most powerful humans in the entire world.
They had gathered around the round table!
"Thank you all very much for coming!" King Terenas began, his voice easily carrying throughout the room. "Perhaps you already know a little about this meeting. Allow me to introduce Anduin Lothar, the Regent of Stormwind City!"
Most of the other six men recognized Lothar.
"I think it would be best for him to tell us about what he witnessed, the terrible catastrophe that we may soon face ourselves!" King Terenas continued.
Lothar stepped forward and took a deep breath.
"As you know, my homeland, Stormwind City and all the surrounding lands, has been destroyed by the Horde!"
Lothar paused, then continued, "You have had no dealings with the Horde. They are terrible enemies, taller than humans and more powerfully built, with savage features, green skin, and red eyes..."
"Their numbers are terrifying, and they have unified, clear command. My soldiers did everything they could, yet still struggled to halt their advance... my kingdom fell, and my dearest friend, King Llane Wrynn, died a brutal death at the Horde's hands..."
"But they will not be satisfied with that patch of land. They will also..."
"They will come here?" Daelin Proudmoore asked quietly.
"I believe so!" Lothar answered firmly.
The Lion of Azeroth's firm words silenced the room for a moment. Every king sank into thought...
"If they attack by sea, my