Realizations

[Voltaere]

My defense of Silvermoon City and our way of life draws me to the Ghostlands. It is there that the effects of the Scourge have become all too apparent. For it is there I make a number of shocking realizations that chill me. I am told that we are allied with the Undead and the rest of the Horde. Allied with the Undead? How could this be? I then am told the truth of Lady Sylvanas. The truth, that without Undead allies, our border to Silvermoon City is still in jeopardy.

As I hear the tales of the other Horde races, I realize that the Horde is built on the legacy of different peoples and races who have lost all, yet rise up and continue to fight. The legacy of the Horde are those who have endured genocides, slavery and true catastrophe. The Alliance has not known true tragedy like the Horde. Yes, they have fought battles, but losing a city here or there means nothing compared to losing life to undeath. It means nothing compared to being enslaved and bred to fight for demons cruel will, it means nothing compared to the loss of the light of one’s soul! The Alliance knows nothing of true tragedy; one can not possibly compare the ridiculous situation of Gnomeregan to that of the loss of the Sunwell! While I am out tearfully killing my former comrades turned to the Wretched, the humans battle their own little band of homemade Defias Thugs…What a joke! Perhaps if they had true tragedy, they would embrace themselves to us against the Scourge. This is their weakness, and the Horde strength. Only through true adversity is one tested and pushed to greatness. I can feel my hatred for the Alliance growing. Where were they when we needed help? As I learn more about them, I hate their ignorance and arrogance. I know they are not all to blame and a part of me wishes they would join us. Perhaps I am jealous of their innocence, since mine was taken from me.

As I am tested in my Paladin order, the source is revealed to me. The emptiness that the Sunwell left was filled with something else…it was holy light…gifted to us. I can not say more, for doing so would violate my oath. I gladly soak in the holy power, sated and content.

[Baelspar]

Well said, Voltulio. I see that the path we tread agrees with you.

[Linkan]

Very good point vol, very good point.