The hum drum of everday life for the people of Stormwind had been broken, as the mutterings of the soon to depart ship spread throughout the city. Some thought the ship was heading out to find treasure, other's thought it was a new warship meant to battle the Horde, all of this was just rumors. "Is that what you heard, what's the point of exploring the sea," two men were walking throuhg the streets discussing the many rumors behind the departing ship, "I swear I heard it from an old sailor buddy of mine, apparently the ship isn't hunting for Horde or treasure, it is simply an exploratory vessel meant to chart out the Veiled Sea." The other man scoffed, "Surely your friend is mistaken would the King really authorize such a vessel, we should be focusing on taking out the Horde, not exploring the sea." His companion couldn't deny that fact, but he was confident in his source, and he told the other man just that, the conversation quickly disolved into a shouting match. As the men shouted back and forth at eac hother neither noticed, the shadow that crept closer and closer to them, a faint growl was heard in the alley in which the argument was being held, just loud enough for the two men to hear.
Their argument ended immediately as they looked in the direction they heard the noise, in the shadows of the alleyway, two amber eyes stared back at them. This on it's own was enough to send shivers down the men's spine, another growl sent them running, screaming about a demon. By the time the two men brought the guards the creature was gone, and the men locked up for disturbing the peace. The creature by this time was leaping across the rooftops, curious onlookers, trying to catch a glimpse of the shadow that passed overhead, of course they were too slow. The creature was feline, with white fur and amber eyes, a quick glance at it most would think it just another wild animal, but if they looked into it's eyes they would see an intelligence far removed from both wild animals, and many of the younger races. This feline was no feline at all, but a druid, Sammuroth Stormfury was his name, and he was late, "Damn it all, I knew I shouldn't have stopped by Goldshire, the people there are always in need of some form of help."
Another more sinister prescence formed in the druid's mind, a manisfestation of the curse he had born for centuries, "You could have just said no, I don't understand your foolish desire to help the weak." Sammuroth had been fighting this dark prescence for nearly his whole life as a druid, and he could feel it getting stronger, "Helping the weak, helps me remember that I am nothing like you," he whispered. The Voice laughed, " That old excuse again, you are more like me than you want to believe, and one day you will realize that fact, and when that day comes I will enjoy making you rip apart all thos you ever helped or called friend." Sammuroth steeled his gaze, " Well then I will just have to make sure that day never comes," the druid found himself standing on a rooftop overlooking Stormwind harbor, he was relieved to see his destination was still there, the ship that all of Stormwind was talking about, the Eagle's Might. Sammuroth smiled to himself, "Well I wonder what kind of people I will meet on this adventure," saying that to himself he continued on his way to his next adventure.