you know what, since we're not getting the episode 2 any time soon, how bout a little story.
There was a time, long past or yet to come, where the very heavens themselves bled crimson, as if the sky had been pierced by some ancient, vengeful blade. The moon, pale and trembling, danced in silver flickers, while rain fell like wings in the night—fluttering, restless, as though the world itself sought escape from some unseen predator. And in the midst of this tumult, there came a figure, unbidden, descending from the heavens.
No name did they carry, for names are of little use in times such as those. Some whispered that it was a man, others claimed it was a woman, but none could be sure, for they were but a silhouette—a shadow given shape by the dying light of a sun that clung to the horizon in its last, defiant breath. Their garments glimmered, as if woven from starlight itself, woven by a hand older than time. And at their side, they bore a sword, no different from any other, for in the Land of Azerim, all men carried a blade at their waist, from the lowliest farmer to the mightiest lord.
But the sword, ah yes—the sword was strapped not to the side as custom would demand, but to their back, as if it were a bow, or a quiver. No man, woman, or child had ever seen such a thing. And so the whispers began, louder than the thunder that rattled the earth below.
It was said, in the crumbling corners of taverns, and from the mouths of old crones whose memory had long since failed them, that when the sun finally dies, and the moon shatters into a thousand shards of silver, raining down as stones upon a forsaken world—when fire lights the oceans, and the blood of brothers stains the earth, and sisters turn their blades upon one another, and mothers forsake their children—then, and only then--
For Fuck Sake, Release the second episode for the sake of our children!