Figured I’d contribute here, due to having to head to work and missing out. But from what I was able to witness, it made my orc quite happy. Thus the Elder will share.
“You all, are young. To share the tales, the loss, the understanding of something so tragic. Yet…”
Motions towards the crowd.
“Together united, you all do stand, against a common cause. I know the steps you take, the road you follow. As I have walked it numerous times through the existence of my life and there after…”
takes a breath, the frost escaping his weathered old lips.
“Together we are strong, though one would say, an orc has no right to here. To stand amongst you…who suffer. I am Frostwolf, I know what it means to fight a foe for years. With Stormpikes, and to compare. The honor lost for the Warsong, who fight with the night elves for many years…is most tragic. For this is an outcome we never would of imagined.”
takes a moment of silence
“We are prideful, we are bound to tradition and honor. Though it was and has lost meaning since Hellscream and the Siege…many still and WILL walk the path of what our people uphold…Though we are enemies, we are still bound to accept and honor the fallen. Though at this time, in your lands, we are tresspassers. We still wish to offer, our apology. To the Night Elves who lost their young, and old…who held naught but any weapon. But cowered, thinking the Horde would just imprison them…instead to burn screaming slowly…As the world watched. I stand by Saurfang, I stand to fight, for it is for the living I will lay my own existence down for…for in death, I will still serve.”
The elder takes a moment to look around.
“I see before me, a people who cry for the lost, but who will stand strong against oppression. May we honor the fallen, and bring back honor and reason to many who wish to look away. I am old, I am tired…but for a cause like this, this elder will still offer a strong mace to swing. By alliance and Horde alike…for together in this time. We, are not enemies. We are brothers and sisters against an oppression of evil, that must be stopped.”
He’d pause, to then turn, kneeling to contribute something, a small pair of dolls that was old, worn from weather and time. A childish nightelf and a childish looking frostwolf.
“I am sorry little Nuu’wen…That I was not here for you…my one Night Elven friend who befriended me those times in Pandaria…But know…I will take up arms…to fight for your people…this I swear upon my blood and honor…”
He’d then stand, turn, and look towards the crowd who came, and thus would speak.
“I am tired of war, I only wish and desire peace…to see all races fight…and share joy together. War has gone on to long…for nothing but tragedy for all it’s people. But one last time. I will fight for a cause.”
The Elder would kneel before the crowd.
“This old one swears, by honor and blood. To fight to his last, dying breath.”