In the eastern reaches of the vast deserts known as Tanaris, stood the Caverns of Time, home of the Bronze Dragonflight. The caverns acted as a crossroads for the various timelines that Nozdormu's dragonflight warded, and through them one could travel back and forth along the ebb and flow of time. It is, and has always been, their sacred mission, one which was charged to them by the mighty titans themselves, to guard the caverns against the intrusion of mortals, whose interference would assuredly disrupt the flow of time...<br/><br/>And they did. Until one day someone slipped by... A warlock had captured one of the young drakes during a patrol, searching for a Infinite Drake whom had been attempting to worsen the future in some way a mortal being would not care for, or understand. He had been corrupted, tainted, twisted into a slave for the Legion encroaching on Azeroth.<br/><br/>The battles over the Broken Isles had begun, and news of heroic victories, and crushing defeats had been trickling back into the mainlands of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms.<br/><br/>And while the Dragonflights lent what aid they could to the defending forces of both the Alliance and Horde, the Bronze remained within their caverns, desperate to fix what was being wronged by the demonic cultists that had begun to abuse time in order to further their masters plans. So now they, with their strength and power diminished, called upon their mortal followers, the Bronze Dragonsworn...<br/><br/>Humans, Orcs, Tauren, Elves, Dwarves, and every other race of both the Alliance, Horde, and other, less influential factions gathered to fight for their time-protecting masters. They stood before Nozdormu, ready for anything they might face in their travels through the many times they would have to scour to find their enemy. The Timeless One appeared before the gathered crowd of bronze-dressed warriors, mages, and those who followed other such callings in life, and begun to speak...<br/><br/>"Gathered heroes of the Bronze Dragonflight," he begun with a soft, yet serious tone to his voice, "I call upon you to do what we no longer can do. Find these demon-tainted zealots of the Legion, where ever in time they may be. They could be in any point of the past, or any point in the future, at any location on Azeroth... We search for maybe one hundred, and so we send three times more... You will have to work together, and scour many times... We ask of you much, so we have prepared you the best we can. You have two weeks food supplies, a Hearthstone that we have made to bring you back through time, weapons, medical supplies, and more. I wish to grant you each my blessing in your travels, heroes. And I hope you find quick success..."<br/><br/>So, the heroes set of in swathe to different periods of time, going back from to ten thousand years ago, to over a hundred in the future.<br/><br/>One one of these times was during the Culling of Stratholme... A small group had slipped into an area that would become known as Slaughter Square in the future, all of them disguised as a human man or woman. Immediately the portal they came from closed behind the group, and they set out into the doomed city.<br/><br/>And almost everyone was sick...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>