Many years ago I was a member of Mercenary group, Metalon. We were on our way to outlands. It had been a long walk, we were planning to make a march on Magtheridon's lair. We walked many miles to get to The Blasted Lands. It was horrificly deformed by the Fel Energy. We made our way toward the Lightning in the distance.

We made our way through the fel soldiers, slicing and slashing our way to the Horde and Alliance troops waiting at the top. When we repelled the Felfiends, we moved toward the Dark Portal but something was wrong, it twisted in a scream and a blast of hot air came out of it as the green vortex swirled into a mistly orange color. Not knowing what to expect we entered it anyways.

The travel was short but hot, the air around us felt like it was cooking us inside of our armor. When we reached the other side. We saw a great desert. Above it was a ball of flame lighting the fields. We walked on through the desert to see a black tower in the distance. We moved for what felt like hours toward it. Several of our men died from heat exhaustion.

We finally could see it clearly. And it was sitting in a massive Basin. We saw hundreds of thousands of beings clashing in the fields below. Ahead of us, not 100 feet was a being covered in plate mail. He was slicing apart what looked like a scaled tauren. He was hacking his way through groups of orcs and other races none of us recognized.

Finally an arrow found itself in his chest. He dropped down as another on hit him in the chest right next to the first. He collapsed in the cracked Mud. I ran up to see him and far away was a black skeletal archer. Our side guards ran to go kill the skeleton. I bent down to the dieing creature. “Where are we?” I asked. He choked up a lot of blood and managed to say, “This is Devastation, it is a giant Amphitheater built in the honor of our Lord Sverag. We fight in this field here for his amusement, hoping to kill as many of the others as we can in order to please him, if we succeed in satisfying him, he will allow us to die.” He choked up more blood then got to his feet. A third arrow from another direction hit him right in the temple of his head and he fell back down and rolled into the chaotic fields.

We decided to make our way for the tower. We formed a turtle shell and moved our way back to back killing our way through the miles of death. Finally we reached the door and the troops went back to killing themselves. “Just who is the Sverag they keep mentioning and shouting in glory for…” We opened the massive steel doors, they were made of a strong black iron. As we entered we saw and empty room. And ahead of us were stone halls covered in blood and bodies. The blood was fresh. Thousands of corpses dotted the hall. And at the end of the hall was a massive 30 foot tall black obelisk. On it was inscribed runes. We decided to set up here for the night. We posted guards on every entrance.

The rest of us went to sleep. I laid down next to the obelisk. And leaned against it. In the night we still heard the shouting and clashing of blades. After several hours of waiting I fell into an incredibly deep sleep. In the distance I saw a thick mist. And beyond it was a shadow, of a tall man. He wore massive plate armor covered in blades and spikes. In either hand he wielded massive blades. He was covered in severed chains. I could see the red hatred burning in his eyes. He walked 20 feet from me. “I am Sverag. The one you questioned Earlier. This is my Domain.”

I looked at his eyes and I could feel my skull beginning to burn. He looked at me through his skeletal helmet. “You are Jericho yes? What brings you here?” I tried to speak but could not. Instead of answering his question I asked him, “What is this place?” He laughed loudly, it was the most evil thing I’d ever heard in my life. “You are in the spirit Realm. I was a great warrior just like you, the leader of a massive army likes the world had never known. 20,000 years ago I attacked a continent with the hopes of conquering and slaying a god. Veeshan the Dragon Queen. It was my crowning moment. I had toppled all of her armies with the ferocity of my singular force. Three Million able soldiers flooded her continent, and not even the dragon flight could stop us. I moved to her palace of ice on the continent Velious. I moved on her throne, and there she sat, a beautiful women. She looked at me with a laugh and drew her Lance, flames and shards of ice danced all over it, it crackled with electricity. She ran at me, and I overpowered her, she sliced my shoulder blade with the tip of her spear. The acid dripped inside my veins and coursed throughout me. My immortality wavered, and her guards took the chance to cast a horrific Blood Curse on me. I needed to fight, to keep my rage going or I would die. I continued attacking her I finally killed her… And her guards… and Everyone in the fortress. I even made my way to the top and jumped off the castle into the icy battlegrounds. I killed everything I could find. Women, children, my own men, her dragons, and finally I made my way back inside the castle. I could no longer fight with the immortal speed I was granted by the old gods. My counsel came to me. I could feel myself weakening. I sliced them all to pieces. And with nothing else to kill, I beat my swords on the ground. Nothing would bring my rage back up. And there I died. After the battle of Frostlands, my surviving counselman captured up all the survivors of Veeshan’s forces. We gathered them up and burned them alive in her palace. They charred the floor and carved out the massive obelisk you sleep on now. They inscribed the way I could be brought back to life and the story of my Birth, Glory, and Death. 100 miles around was lift up from the Earth, the same magic was used to move today's Dalarn to Northrend, the Remnants of Old Velious. It was brought here, to the Sky Pillar. The massive chunk of world was mounted here in my honor. My body was sacrificed on this obelisk and my mind was stored inside of it. I now ask you Jericho. To be my Messiah, and help me return to the world of Azeroth so I may begin my conquering of it once again.” I felt the power course through my veins. And suddenly. I was alive. I could feel his power inside me. “Yes…” I said. I suddenly awoke to find our camp flooded with soldiers fighting. A picked up my blades and ran into the battle, I killed every last thing. Metalon had been wiped out in my sleep. I walked into the fields that raged and sliced my blades into the mud and it melted and the soldiers sunk up to their waists. And I shouted as loud as possible. I am the Messiah of Devastation! The soldiers erupted into a massive roar of loyalty. Then every one of them killed themselves in Sverag’s Honor. I made my way back to the Dark Portal and emerged into azeroth. A tome was in my hand, with the records of the Obelisk, and how to Release Sverag. I got to work immediately to release our Lord. And so begins the tale, of Devastation.