The Orcs were also originally from another world. They had originally served the Burning Legion and had come to conquer Dyer's. But under the leadership of a powerful Orc shaman named Thrall, the Orcs had freed themselves from their oppressors and were now just trying to make a new life. Unfortunately their time in the Legion had made most Orcs blood crazed warriors and their new leader Garrosh Hellscream was among the worst.

Dyer wasn’t quite sure why Regent Lord Lor'themar Theron, the ruler of Silvermoon City, continued to be in the collective alliance known as The Horde. When Thrall had been the leader it had been an honor to serve The Horde. Now he stayed simply because there was no where else to go.

It had been three months since their last major assignment for The Horde, and Dyer was starting to get antsy. Although he and members of his team had performed several minor missions, most of it had become fairly routine. He was ready for something new. He didn’t want it to come from an Orc.

He saw the messenger running down the street coming from the Sunfury Spire and across the Court of the Sun. The Sunfury Spire not only served as the seat of leadership in Silvermoon City but also housed a magical device that allowed for transportation across the planet. The messenger was certain to have come for The Horde capital city of Orgrimmar.

The bright green Orc had been easy to see it his blood red armor and dark red Horde tunic. The Blood Elf guards said nothing as he ran through the streets but Dyer could tell that they scoffed at his appearance. As fate would have it, the Orc stopped right in front of his building and started banging on the door.