(Statement): There is a special room in Revendreth awaiting people like Ravenhul. When he arrives I’m sure Garrosh will personally welcome him to, ‘The True Herd.’ With that much arrogance and hated, I’m sure Ravenhul will be the new favorite milk cow.
This is why I shave your eyebrows as you sleep.
You must be one of the Alliance who kidnapped me and maimed me. I used to be a beautiful orc. Now look at me. LOOK AT ME! The alliance dogs even shaved my head.
You have no idea the horrors they did to me. The things of nightmares. Alliance are evil. I hope to elements and ancestors that Lord Ravenhul burns you all!
Glory to the Horde! Crush the Alliance!

You must be one of the Alliance who kidnapped me and maimed me.

You have no idea the horrors they did to me.
Oh I have an idea.

I hope to elements and ancestors that Lord Ravenhul burns you all!
I’m going to break into his home and paint his toenails sea foam green.
Bwothews and sistews of the howde, i am the mwighty shaman wawhowwew. We mwust nevew awwow the fiwthy awwiance to fink they awe safe fwom the wwath of the mwighty howde!! the ewements and ouw gwowious ancestows awe with us!!
wok’taw ogaw!! victowy ow death!Bwothews and sistews of the howde, i am the mwighty shaman wawhowwew. We mwust nevew awwow the fiwthy awwiance to fink they awe safe fwom the wwath of the mwighty howde!! the ewements and ouw gwowious ancestows awe with us!!
wok’taw ogaw!! victowy ow death!
wok’taw ogaw!!
Don’t make me mail vacuums to the worgen again to remind them of their place on Azeroth.
Please don’t, we’re still trying to pay for the last wave of grief-councilors we needed.
Ariiah takes one look at the letter…note…sent into Stormwind, sighs, and shakes her head.
“Why can’t people just leave each other alone? By the Light, I may not be overly fond of the Orcs after Draenor but I don’t hate them with such …blind passion.”
“Can’t we all just get along?”
She scrunches it up into a ball and tosses it over her shoulder. It lands on the pavement, and as she walks away, her hooves’ clip-clopping sounds growing more distant, a single, shadowy figure emerges from hiding, stepping forth into the uncomfortable light of the late afternoon, stooping and picking up the scrunched letter. It… he? She? It was hard to tell what it was, but it definitely did not belong in this realm, and it read the letter very briefly, before chuckling darkly.
“Yes… kill each other. The master’s realm requires more food…”
And then just like that, it was gone, dropping the note as it vanished from sight; right as a Human woman, a Paladin, rounded the corner. Veroneka De’bale, Paladin of Stormwind, kneels down as she spies the letter in front of her, takes a look, and snorts. “…guess I’ll have to keep an eye out for a fool then.” She keeps the letter, if only to use it as fuel for the hearth later.
The Knight of Lordaeron Unbound, Johlein Danek, was out on a nice evening walk around Orgrimmar when she happened to come across a notice nailed to the board via an old knife. Quirking an eyebrow, she chose to study it briefly…and then lets out a long, loud, high pitched laugh of amusement that soon gives way into a lot of wheezing and squeaking!
She keels over, laughing harder and harder, so hard she sheds tears! And then, as she falls to one knee, trying to stop herself laughing so hard, she utters, “By the Shadows …what a damn fool!” She wipes the tears from her eyes, coughs loudly and gradually, she recovers. She stands, looking this way and that, and rips the notice from the board. And then she crunches it up, pops it in her mouth, chews thoroughly and then swallows, gulping down a copious amount of Undercity “Skull Shocker” after. She belches, loudly, adding with a smirk, “No warpath for you, buddy. Stay home and fix your city, aye… that’ll be a better use of your time. Silvermoon could use more able bodies.”
Moo moo poo cachoo.

Please don’t, we’re still trying to pay for the last wave of grief-councilors we needed.
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Because… puts on Bane mask Your punishment must be more severe.

Bwothews and sistews of the howde, i am the mwighty shaman wawhowwew. We mwust nevew awwow the fiwthy awwiance to fink they awe safe fwom the wwath of the mwighty howde!! the ewements and ouw gwowious ancestows awe with us!!
wok’taw ogaw!! victowy ow death!Bwothews and sistews of the howde, i am the mwighty shaman wawhowwew. We mwust nevew awwow the fiwthy awwiance to fink they awe safe fwom the wwath of the mwighty howde!! the ewements and ouw gwowious ancestows awe with us!!
wok’taw ogaw!! victowy ow death!
Your spirit is strong. Our ancestors would be proud! Now the time has come! CRUSH THE AWWIANCE! I mean Alliance!
Valinnea takes a moment to look over the missive, wrinkling her nose in annoyance at it.
“While they’re still down? Ugh, some people. The Horde’s barely limping along, mounting a full scale attack on Stormwind after signing a peace treaty is pointless and stupid.”
She rolls her shoulder.
“This guy must be another Sylvanas loyalist come out of the woodwork. So much for breaking the cycle…”