This story is essentially the history of Warcraft (or most of it) through the eyes of a Night Elf Druid who has seen far too many wars, and frankly, is getting too old for this shit. There's ten thousand years of history between the start, and the crotchety old stereotype our protagonist becomes, which I will attempt to keep as lore friendly as possible, though there will be a bit of headcanon as we follow our druid boi on his journeys. Most of it is, as you would expect, from a druidic perspective so if you do not like druids, nature, or the themes associated with such, this may not be the story for you. That said, it is very Night Elf themed and we do sometimes follow different Stormclaws, as we hit modern WoW era, that's going to become more important for obvious reasons.