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It was this one: [RP] Kalimdor Rumor Mill; Revived š¾
Scrolls of aggressive declaration find themselves pinned onto the various night elf settlements across Kalimdor; and one of them has an orcish peonās head standing next to it, pinned up by a night elven hunting spear.
Warriors of the night, friend and foe alike has shown their true colors even more than before.
From the boy king who seeks personal fame and acknowledgement of his vain honor by sparing the Horde defilers.
From the worthless scum they call āVarokā who sacrificed his life to unite the Horde.
This is what the united Horde has become: A whole empire of enchanted Zandalari trolls, a magical kingdom of arcane-corrupted, city-spoiled Nightborne who are drunk on magic, wine and orgies whose territories span far and wide, the frail degenerates of the Sinādorei whose Sunwell has been revived AND empowered by the Prophet of the Draenei. The Orcs, the treacherous Shuāhalo of the Bloodhoof tribe and the other tribes they dragged to war with them, the Darkspear, and more. The defilers are united and their union threatens to destroy our world, just as the Orcs -THE HORDEāS SPINE- destroyed Draenor.
But this is what you are: Alpha predators, not subordinate prey. The Alliance would have not survived without us when we saved their people of Gilneas, when our Wardens, Sentinels, Priestesses and Druids carried them through this āDraenorā, when we conquered the Firelord by invading the Firelands by the glory of our powerful Shanādo Stormrage who breached the elemental plane and confronted the Firelord himself, saving the world from a fiery annihilation. By ripping apart the gates of Orgrimmar and dispatching the army protecting it that our āfriendsā may be able to take the fight to Garrosh, son of the worthless filth of a defiler they call āGromā. At every front the Alliance had to endure, we stood by their side, saving their soft, peacemongering hides with our unmatched savagery.
This is what we are, and this is what we shall remain; an alpha predator who decides its own fate, not a subordinate prey who blindly follows some distant Human king across the seas. Let the regrowth continue, help your kin rebuild as quickly as they can, do your part for the regrowth and the cleansing of the land, the hunting and foraging for resources to substitute for what was lost, recall our ancient allies among the primal forces of nature, for war and destruction comes for us from all sides by the Horde and by the Old One rising from the depths.
By the black fury of the Night Warrior and the ancient rage of natureās spirits we shall endure on both fronts, and bring the Horde to their knees. Have faith in your Goddess, in the forces of nature, and know that so long as we stand, Orgrimmar will soon be torn apart beneath our ancient wrath.
Anuādorah. For Kalimdor.
