What has happened to my Queen?
We were cast aside by our Prince. Betrayed. We marched in an army, but walked alone. Until She came. She showed us freedom was always an option. To never kneel to tyranny. That there was always a fighting chance.
What has happened to my Queen?
We fought and died for the Sin’dorei. To save them from the horrible fate they were dealt. To fight back the Scourge, the Withered, and the Alliance. We convinced Thrall to allow them entry into the Horde. To show them that no matter your past…your future lies in the Horde.
What has happened to my Queen?
We invaded Northrend separate from the Horde. They went west…we went east. The Hand of Vengeance was more than enough for the Vrykul and Scourge forces. We even had Deathstalkers to spare for the Horde in the Borean Tundra. There were traitors among us, traitors that had almost damned everything we have worked towards. But in the end…Her plans worked. The Lich King came tumbling down. Our vengeance…finally sated. And we had a Queen who would rather die than continue this curse. Until She saw our fate…and She knew She must protect us. For we are Forsaken. And we are Her people.
What has happened to my Queen?
New corpses had to be raised. She said they did. I…I knew it was the right thing to do. We could not win wars without fresh recruits. The blight was built to destroy the Lich King. But we still used it. We had to. They had the numbers. The support of the Alliance. We had drunken Orcs…we had no choice. She told us…
What has happened to my Queen?
She rallied us once again to the cause of freedom. To overthrow a tyrant. To stop Hellscream. To take back OUR CITY. With renewed faith we marched. Marched for our Queen. Marched for Lordaeron.
What has happened to my Queen?
We led the charge against the Legion. Alongside our most hated enemies. Our Queen commanded it, and we knew it to be right. If She had ordered a retreat…we knew it to be dire. She was intelligent. Tactical. Practical. She would make a good Warchief. We know less and less of Her plans every day…
What has happened to my Queen?
Our city…my…my city…gone. Not conquered. Gone. If we had just let them take it…we could…we could have mounted a counter attack. Take it back from them. With Silvermoon’s support…no…She…She ordered it to be done. And so it had to be done. Casualty of war. If any were to lose a city, it should be the dead. The dead who have no place in this future. She was right to do this. She…She was…
What has happened to my Queen?
They were good to us. They wanted to find a cure for us. They wanted to help us. THEY ARE THE REASON. WE ARE IN. THE. HORDE. They have strong minds. Strong hearts. They know right from wrong. They did not stand when we made the blight. They did not stand when we used it against our enemies. They did not stand when we raised Alliance corpses. So when the Tauren stood against the Queen’s machinations on Zandalar…perhaps…perhaps we should have listened.
I have done…unspeakable evils…in the name of Lordaeron. In the name of my Queen. All in the hope that some day…some day it may all pay off. Some day I may have my home that I once had. A family that I once had. A Kingdom that I once had. She promised us that. She promised. And what do we have to show for it? A RUINED KINGDOM. RUINED. GONE. WIPED OFF THE MAP.
WE. HAVE GIVEN. EVERYTHING. AND WHAT HAVE WE RECEIVED?! NOTHING! What…what has happened to my Queen? What…what has happened…to me?
(These are the IC musings of Cole…and represent perhaps his final chapter. A chapter where finally…after everything he has done…he can no longer blindly follow. Thank you all for reading. Victory…Victory for Lordaeron.)