The land of Trisfal was adorned by a number of hills that stretched through the entire country. The forests were thickly overgrown with deciduous trees mixed with a few firs and spruces. In the deep forest, in which a person seldom stayed, it was by no means quiet, no, rather the forest only seemed to really live there.
But also outside of the dense forest, the animal world cavorted in Trisfal, just life in general. So the grass grew knee-length in the meadows, mixed with colorful flowers, herbs and grasses in the flowering period. The changing seasons always gave the country a new look.
But the country was by no means untouched by human civilization, so cities, villages and roads also shaped the landscape. Old and mighty trees adorned the edges of the paths like avenues. But people still lived in relative harmony with nature. No cars, no emissions, no industry. The people of this time (which is about the same as our Middle Ages) knew nothing of all this and earned their bread with honest, hard work.

Until those days when, in the year 20, the scourge fell upon the land and their kingdom of Lordaeron. Initially, there were only vague reports of a disease that had spread to a village in the eastern part of the country. But it quickly became clear that it wasn't a disease, but something much more terrifying. The living death!
Countless people fell victim to many of the plague and died. But soon afterwards there were reports all over the kingdom that the dead would be resurrected; like ghosts. In the cities that were still far from this strange disease, it was said behind closed doors that the deceased would rise from their graves, roam around the area with seemingly willless will and plunge everything and everyone to their death and wreak terrible devastation there where they showed up!

At first the rulers of the country did not want to believe the reports from the people, but the epidemic spread rapidly across the country. Until this raged even at the gates of the mighty. At that time it was unclear what caused this disease, but after so many years we now know that the silo deposits in large parts of the country were contaminated.
Every day in this terrible year, countless people died and just as countless came back to new "undead" life. The undead armies had no will of their own and so they only obeyed their dark master, who had set himself the goal of extinguishing all life in this world.

And so it happened that the once beautiful Trisfal and the dazzling kingdom of Lordaeron were literally overrun by undead armies, tearing everything and everyone to their deaths they encountered.
After those terrible months, the land was barely recognizable, but not all life was gone from Lordaeron.A few people had read the signs of their time and recognized the danger that threatened them. Only a few of the countless people across the country had survived the plague and hid in the high mountains on the borders of the country of Trisfal. From there, a few people tried to abandon their luck over the icy Trisfal mountain passes and look for human towns that still existed. Only a few made this arduous journey and so the majority of the survivors stayed in the mountains.

For five long and extremely arduous years, the isolated groups in the mountains were able to hide from the danger in their former home. Years of hardship, hunger and cold had reduced the number of survivors. Until finally, five years after the plague in 25, undead knights found the trail of people, pursued them and finally the first survivors
captured. From then on, every person who used the mountains as a refuge was in danger, because large-scale search parties combed every single corner of the mountains. It took the undead a few weeks, but eventually they found all of the humans and herded them together ...