Anduin Lothar once was heard by his comrades asking, “I’ve spent more time protecting my king, than my own son. Does that make me loyal, or a fool?”
And such is a question I inquire upon you, my fellow brothers and sisters of the Alliance.
Of the Light.
Tonight, bands of Orcish beasts flew in number into our hallowed forest with nothing but blood and murder in their minds. As their mongrel mouths drooled with lust, they began to pillage. Burn and destroy all that our sons and our sons sons have spent generations upon generations defending with their lives, building their foundations of their very names upon. But the calls and cries for help did not go unanswered much longer.
Bands of Heroes of the Alliance, some faceless, some unheard of, braved against the tainted beasts from beyond and pushed them back. Over and over again, was Elwynn Forest brought back to its lawful, prosperous state. The rightful lands of the King were held, and within due time and clever strategy, the mongrel Horde was chased off.
Some in our party began to question if it was over. As the Horde began to retreat, they kept scouts lingering in the shadows of these hallowed wood, and these scouts were found and extinguished with absolutely no remorse. The children, the innocent and good wives and civilians were protected without failure.
Once every last lingering drop of filth was splewn across our shining cobbled roads, there was nothing but the echoing and serene silence of Elwynn Forest once again. Distant chatters from the homes that were once under the reign of the superior Faction… We could have stopped there, but nay. A brewing motion took place within our hearts. A noble one.
Alliance scouts pinpointed the exact pillagers, and how they retreated back to the false security of their home, Orgrimmar. As if the iron walls, built upon stolen resources, taken with blood from the Kaldorei of Ashenvale, could muster the fury of our party. A coordinated effort was made, and a quick and decisive strike put the pillagers back into the place they belonged all along: Into the depths of the Shadowlands.
Glory to the Light. Glory to the Alliance.
May our people live to see the dawn of another day.