Post-Cataclysm Invasion of Kalimdor

In late spring of 29 L.C. the First Regiment of the Elwynn Brigade was shipped out from Stormwind across the Great Sea to assist Northwatch Hold in defense against a potential Horde attack. The mission was led by Lord-Marshal Maxen Montclair, then-Knight Lieutenant Tiral Arentis, and then-Sergeant Salley Poe. They were accompanied by Captain Saix of the 32nd Regiment, Vindicator Edyrem of Exodar and Ser Wordsmith of Ironforge.

Setting Sail
Before the venture began, they First Regiment was given a blessing inside the Church of Holy Light by none other than Bishop Johannes Moorwhelp and his fellow priests and priestesses. A great procession was held throughout the streets of Stormwind City, giving the troops a big send off when they set sail on three ships; the Greyson, Dauntless and the Redridge.

The start of the journey began easy enough; the troops trained up deck and even stopped to swim in the open ocean when the ship paused for some minor repairs to the haul. However, they began to notice the crew were less than kindly on the Redridge and suspicions slowly began to rise as the rations began to disappear.

After a strange and freak storm passing the Maelstrom identities began to reveal themselves. Lieutenant Winkle, the first mate, murdered the captain of the Regridge in broad daylight, revealing himself. The ship was infiltrated by cultists and they attempted to take over the ship. As a battle ensued one of the cultists began a ritual to call upon an ancient sea monster to rise up and attack the ship.

The tentacles entangled the ship and began to tear it to shreds as the cultists praised the Old Gods and a mission well done. But as the ship was being taken down and the monster was engulfing soldiers, sailors and cultists alike, Sergeant Wesley blew a hole directly into the center of the ship, right where the beast's mouth was laying in wait to devour men as the ship broke apart. The monster was blown to bits and fell into the inky black abis.

This left the remaining crew and soldiers in what few life boats they could find. They saw a spit of land some miles off and began to row. The fate of the Greyson and Dauntless is unknown although never seen again.

Washed Ashore
Taking refuge on the little island, the First Regiment found itself at an abandoned Kul Tiras outpost. They used what little resources they could find and unsure where they landed.

Thanks to some navigation from the stars, they could determine they were not too far from Kalimdor to create a portal, although the mages claimed it would take a few days to get it set up for the surviving masses.

Upon further exploration of the small chain of islands they landed on, they also found a Horde camp. It seemed abandoned, however, and used as a mineral facility. There was little fears of the Horde returning, although the strange smells coming from some of the mine shafts made some of the men wary of what natural gasses might be down there.

Three days later Horde ship flags could be seen on the horizon. They veered towards the land, alerted by the First's campfires in the night. They rowed ashore, hearty for battle. The troops used the abandoned ballista to destroy one of the ships, but it wasn't enough as the orcs rowed to shore and the sands bled red with blood of Alliance and Horde.

Pulling back, the troops gathered. The mages concluded they could still use their unfinished portal, but they were unsure if it would reach their intended target; Theramore. Taking the chance, the survivors entered the portal.

Dragging the wounded ashore, they found themselves estranged on the coast of Kalimdor. The troops paused there for the night, setting up camp and using what little supplies that remained, the camped was christened "Forward Camp Hope."

The Trek to Safety
The next day the First Regiment began to scout their location. They were blocked to the north by goblins and to the east by cultists. They instead headed west up the now-flooded Thousand Needles in hopes of making it to Fort Triumph. They only went half a day's journey when they were ambushed by a tribe of wild centaur.

Rather than a battle, however, the centaur leader's anxious younger brother demanded a duel in order for free passage. Corporal Carith Helfien was put up to the task. Although without armor, starving and tired from the trek, Carith put the centaur in his place. Her strength and bravery impressed the Head Chieftain so much he believed her to have the spirit of a centaur within her. He dubbed her as a "humtaur" and an honorary member of their tribe.