I would have words with you, Blighthallow.
It has come to my ear that you are seeking to return our people to the old ways under our fallen Queen and I have come to entreat you to do otherwise.
I do so as one who was fiercely loyal to Lady Sylvanas from before my undeath and beyond her open betrayal of the Horde. I worked tirelessly to infiltrate and subvert Lord Saurfang’s rebellion and delighted in arresting and executing those disloyal to our Queen. I speak as a trained Deathstalker and exalted protégé of Master Apothecary Faranell. I have carried out countless assassinations, committed brutal acts of sabotage and torture, was an integral part in the development and deployment of the blight, led forces through Ashenvale and Darkshore during the War of Thorns and I reveled in the ecstasy of Teldrassil’s screams.
But through it all—Teldrassil most of all—I have come to see that all along we have been slaves to Sylvanas’s fear—fear of death, but most of all, fear of life. We have covered over that fear with hatred, thinking that it makes us strong, but it makes us nothing.
Sylvanas’s fear drove her to abandon the Horde AND the Forsaken on a narcissistic quest, leaving us fractured and broken. Regrouping under the banner of the same fear will only result in inevitable failure once again.
There is another way. A harder way. One which will require far greater strength and discipline than the path that you are suggesting.
It is the way of repentance, acts of atonement and reconciliation with not only the Alliance but the rest of the Horde as well. It is the way of love—love not only for Light, Life and Law but for all those who dwell in Darkness, Death and Disorder. Love of peace but also for those embattled in war.
You would return the Forsaken to slavery to fear and to the hatred that obscures as it feeds it. The path of love will be excruciating for us. It will threaten to tear us apart from within our own decaying bodies, for it is contrary to our very nature. But by it alone will we be truly sustained. By it alone will we be fulfilled. By it alone will we be vivified. By it alone will we be made free.
The burning Wickerman has long been a symbol of our freedom. In order for that symbol to truly mean something, to be something other than a hollow vanity, we must come to burn in our hearts with the Love of Teldrassil, for by it alone will we be made living though we are dead.
Faith in the Eternal Burning of the Torched Tree will require from us far more strength and discipline than burning out in hatred and fear, but it will finally, at long last, see us fully and truly free—free to love and free to live.
Follow the Loving Path of the Torched Tree.
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