The sun began to set in the large city of Orgrimmar. The streets cleared as night dawned on the barren, rocky landscape of Durotar, unearthly flames illuminating the buildings.

          A single figure walked through the city, papers in one arm. Make or break now, he though. My life… no, my life ended in Lordaeron… my entire existence has been dedicated to this point. I can’t fumble so close to my ultimate goal.

          The huge, musclebound demon walked to his side. He had crimson skin, and was clad in armor on his legs and head. A massive maul rested on his back. Sensing the warlock’s unease, the demon spoke. “Master, I am sure they will grant you your wishes. Your ideas are impeccable.”

          He shook his head. “I’m fine,” he said in a gutteral, icy tone. The felguard silenced himself and continued walking.

          The two arrived on the steps of the massive orcish fortress. The warlock stepped through the huge gateway, and immediately felt the gaze of multiple, heaily armed and armored figures, ready to charge and gut him at a moment’s notice.

          Ignoring them, the two stepped into the main hall. A throne sat in the back of the room, and a large table in the center. Five figures surrounded the table.

          One, an orc, turned his head up as the warlock approached. “You’ve arrived, then.”

          The other figures turned in his direction. He looked over their faces, stopping at his mistress’, and he felt a twinge in his stomach.

          “Thank you for granting me this audience, Warchief Thrall,” he said as he sat at the table. A map of Azeroth sat in the center, with markings covering some regions of it. “I know it is odd of someone to request one who is not a Horde leader, but I believe you will find this of interest.”

          The undead elf – his mistress, Sylvanas – spoke. “Get on with it, then, Grand Warlock,” she said, clearly impatient. Whether out of annoyance, anxiety, or curiousity, he could not tell. “There better be a good reason you called this meeting.”

          “There is,” he replied. “I have an attack plan against the Alliance that could quite possibly wipe them from the face of Azeroth.”

          Apparently she wasn’t expecting this, or anyone for that matter, judging by the look on their faces. “Jarigise, this better be some plan,” Thrall muttered.

          Jarigise placed the papers under his arm on the table and rolled them out, carefully explaining his plan. He began speaking feverishly and excitedly as he went through the details, feeling more alive than he had since… well, since he’d been alive.

          When he was finished, the leaders all mulled over it. Sylvanas seemed genuinely impressed; the regent lord of the blood elves, Lor’themar Theron, Sylvanas’ close friend in life, seemed very deep in contemplation; the orcish warchief Thrall, as well as the leader of the bullmen-like race of tauren, chief Cairne Bloodhoof, seemed uneasy and skeptical; and the leader of the Darkspear trolls, Vol’jin, mumbled “I gotta bad feeling about this, mon” under his breath to Thrall.

          Finally, Thrall spoke. “Leave us a minute. I need to talk with the other leaders here.”

          Jarigise backed off from the table, grinning to himself. He was almost in the clear now; he had all the possibilities worked out and had a solution to each of them. The five spoke quietly amongst each other. After about five minutes, Thrall rose.

          “Grand Warlock Jarigise, although your plan is well thought-out, we have decided we need to keep peace with the Alliance for the time being. A plan like this would change the course of Azeroth forevermore. To that end, we have decided to keep your plans on the backburner, while we work on more pressing issues.”

          At this point, many would give up, but not Jarigise. This was his work from birth, to death, to undeath. Damned if it wouldn’t fall through at any cost.

          “I didn’t want to have to tell you this, Thrall… but Jaina Proudmoore is involved in this.”

          The warchief’s retreat back to his throne stopped dead. “What about her…?”

          “My plan involves a distraction from what the Alliance has planned for us.”

          All the Horde leaders, and even a few of the grunts and guards of the fortress, turned in interest to what he was going to say next. “What does this have to do with Jaina at all? She holds the Alliance back from fighting us, and I do the same for the Horde.”

          “You are half right, you do indeed hold us back from a war with the Alliance. However, Jaina isn’t trying so hard. I have information from a human spy I caught near Warsong Hold in Northrend.”

          He tossed a paper to the table. Thrall picked it up with shaking hands and began to read. Within a minute he had crumpled the paper in his hand. “Jaina’s leading an attack on Orgrimmar…? Why… how could she do this?”

          “Face it, Thrall,” Sylvanas said, “the Alliance wants to get rid of us more than we want to get rid of it. Friendships, peace treaties, they mean nothing. One side or the other was bound to turn on the other sooner or later.”

          Jarigise nodded to her, feeling simultaneously calmed that the worst was over, yet excited that this plan would finally come to fruition. “This plan is simultaneously going to distract the Alliance from their plans, as well as decimate their forces beyond repair. What say you now, warchief? Do you still want to try peace with a group that is clearly uninterested in it? Or will we fight back?

          Thrall’s look of sadness was almost unbearable to some of the people in the room. He glanced sideways to each of the other Horde leaders, who nodded as he did. Finally he turned back to Jarigise, a look of rage on his face.

          “You have the Horde army’s full support, Jarigise. This had better work.”

          The feeling in his gut was indescribable. Success at last! He bowed before the five. “Excellent. I will not disappoint, my warchief.”

          And as he turned to leave, his felguard behind him, Jarigise grinned.

FUN FACT TIME

I suck at introductions. My stories always start slow and sucky, get better in the middle, and start to get worse towards the end. I am inconsistent as hell. That said, expect this story to break damn near every rule you will ever think of in a story. Because I HATE RULES FUCK DA ESTABLISHMENT YEEAAAH

... ahem

I've actually had the prologue written for a while now. I'm just starting chapter 3 right now.
"BUT JAR WHERE ARE CHAPTERS 1 AND 2 THEN?"
... uh... well... I'm uh... Building the dramatic tension! Yeah, that's it.
Nah, seriously, they're done. I just want to give a sample of what I've done so far before I post chapters 1 and 2, which I'll probably post together. Criticism is welcome, even if it's harsh, but some things != criticism. "OMG JAR THIS SUCKS BECAUSE _________" is good. "OMG JAR THIS SUCKS NOT TELLING YOU WHY WARRGARBL" is not.