If the parchments were placed amongst the common boards across the bustling streets of Orgrimmar, they would have been covered by other flyers - recurring bounties, ongoing events, job notices, and even the latest news.
They were placed in the darker corners of the city. Where the undead refugees seemed to hide and cower from the Living, lurking either in plain sight and uncaring or hidden away and cowering in fear of an uncertain future.
In the Cleft of Shadows or elsewhere, word had already been spreading of long lost royal family members of Lordaeron, thoughts that the Banshee Queen may yet return, and even the shared truth that the future was hopelessly uncertain for those refugees that escaped the Undercity, even after the War was over. The flyers were posted - few in number but enough that it seemed like everyone had seen it.
To my fellow Forsaken, those like myself, I hope to deliver a message. These few months have been difficult for those like us; the Banshee Queen exposed her intentions to use the Horde, to use us, for her own mysterious purpose and left us with more questions than answers. The destruction of the Undercity, brought by her own command, has left us without a place to call home and done as much harm to the Horde’s presence to the Eastern Kingdoms as it has done to us.
To those who feel lost without Her, to those who feel abandoned by Her, to those who fear the Living may seek to drive us out of Orgrimmar altogether, and to those who endure each day and night simply existing with no hope for the coming tomorrow. You are not alone.
I have seen your sorrow, I have felt your distant stares, I have heard your silent pleas. The Banshee Queen has betrayed us, the Truth cannot be denied any longer, but just as the first among us found themselves free from the Lich King’s power and named themselves Forsaken, we have found ourselves free from the Banshee Queen. Have we not been Forsaken a second time? Abandoned by our former lives, abandoned by the Light, abandoned by the Queen who rallied us against those who would see us destroyed.
The Banshee Queen did not make us who we are, we have always been Forsaken.
We needed Her guidance once, but no longer. Our free will demands that we choose our own future and shape our fates for ourselves as individuals. We do not need kings nor queens! Each of us has the Power to choose for ourselves, to determine what lies in store for us in our shared undead condition. I ask that you show Compassion to your fellow undead that need it, the future is uncertain but each of us can help decide that it will be a better future.
Embrace the shadows, my siblings. Remember that even the brightest of lights casts a longer and darker shadow.
– Sister Lirucia, Priestess of the Forgotten Shadow
((I’m not entirely sure what will become of this. I don’t have any intention for grand public events or anything ambitious, but I started hyping up my characters plans for the undead refugees and thought I might as well extend that invitation.
Lirucia intends to start a congregation of the Forgotten Shadow in Orgrimmar, more or less, using the virtues of the cult as a means to help the more hopeless and lost Forsaken find themselves and their purpose again in a world without the Banshee Queen to rule them.
I don’t know if anyone else has done a similar thing, but it feels like they’re just ignored background scenery and I’d like to at least offer some kind of opportunity to make it feel more like the Forsaken are taking refuge in Orgrimmar, maybe even staying for good, and start my own RP transition towards Shadowlands.))