Sunday 27th jan Guided tour around stormwind!

My name is the extra-ordinary Djego Stonehead, and I shall be your tour guide for this evening.
Ladies and gentlemen, this city is filled with iconic monuments, statues and grand buildings, that everyone is able to see. For this you do not need a guide. No this grand tour is here to show you the things that you might have missed.
Little markings, a charred building, every stone in this city has a story, a tale. Some of tragedy, some of glory. Tonight, we shall visit a few of those locations, and you will be able to breathe in, some forgotten history of The grand city of Stormwind.


The docks, a grand place, show casing the might of the alliance, the place where our warships are build, the waters from which our fleets have sailed to fight in northrend, in the maelstrom, in panderia. But there is a shadier sight.
In the backs of the dry docks, in the evening and nights, another world exists, a world of poverty and illustrious women trying to earn a living to feed their children, a place where men come to relieve themselves from the strains of a hard day's work. I am talking about the dock-side brothels.
Every woman, every mark has a story. And today, I shall tell the story of the most visited girl of the entire docks, during the times of 3.15 and 3.25. That's not the only time she works ofcourse, but during other time-periods there are well, more popular women.

This is the tale of sweet, Jantine, using one of these dilapidated houses. When she was young, she was the farmer's daughter living across my parent's farm. And I met her there one summer, when we were young and innocent, unwary of the world.
But the Defias came at night, their bandana's rough, as leather. Sure, I had taken her childhood in my stride, but I was gone when Edwin came.
Years later i met her again here, finding my way after a glorious performance with the alleylads. I picked her, having been advices on good authority, I didn't recognise her.
Not until I cried: BELT! And let's slip the pants of lust!
Well, I was flabbergasted and she told me her story about the defias, and how they pimped her out. I had lost my appetite then. I tried to find her again a week later to help her. But it seemed she was already saved. Stolen away, not like a thief in the night, but by a prince on a white steed. Well more a man send by the light, a man by the Name of Pierre Jeanpierre.
Questions?
Good lets continue! There's a particular spot that's interesting right in the cathedral!

/e points at a few dark scratches in the marble floor on the cathedral.

Ladies and gentlemen, you see these scratches? This friends, is history. What kind you may ask? This scratch is everything needed to recount a tale of tales. This is one of the last few markings, in a terrible passage in this city's history, the time the Hand of Nightmares, under dreaded Zaraj Blackblade held the city hostage.
When Theramore still stood, before the shattering, before the death of Arthas, even before the fall of the black-temple, but after the crashing of the exodar, Zaraj blackbade, having started his own cult after the major fall of the dark-sphere in front of the dark portal, found an orb.
The forces of the light were powerless against it, not knowing its full nature and being taken by surprise. These here scratches, are the remnants of the evacuation of Stormwind to the city of Theramore.
It was the Bishop Witherthorpe who summoned the forces of the light in the cathedral, and announced the evacuation. Almost all were here: The holy Lighbringers, The Disciples of Light, The Shining Strand, The Kings household cavalry, the Stormwind City watch, the Scarlet Crusade under Darothar, and more.
The Bishop told us we had little time, no time actually, and he told the men to find everyone, get them to the cathedral and help them flee. And thus the scratches were formed, as the great portals were opened, created by the arc mages.
But not everyone fled; some stayed and sided with Blackblade, like the disciple of light priestess, Exaythe the Abjurer. The dwarven Rifle-squad entered the dwarven district from the tram, and locked it up tight under martial law.
And us in Theramore? We were besieged by the horde, everyday for the next two weeks as a fleet was formed and a plan drawn up to kick the hand back into the dust. The rest is as we say it, History.
Questions?

Good, let's find us a bar and get a drink, shall we?!