The Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, a glorious and prosperous land of magic, stood at the northern edge of the Eastern Kingdoms beneath the radiance of the Sunwell. Its legacy stretched back nearly ten thousand years.
But when the iron hooves of the Scourge mercilessly shattered the gates of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the innate pride of the High Elves was broken along with them.
The High Elves were forced to destroy the Sunwell with their own hands, though they cherished it as they did their own lives. To honor the blood of their fallen kin, from that day on they called themselves the Sin'dorei: the Blood Elves.
Yet who could have known that the Blood Elves' tragic fate was only just beginning?
Reborn in this era, Angmar became the youngest advisor to Prince Kael'thas. He kept climbing, until he grew from an insignificant butterfly into a mighty dragon whose wings blotted out the sky.
When that day came, the gusts stirred by his wings would grow into a storm capable of overturning all of Azeroth.
The fate of the Blood Elves...
I decide!
