You are an ancient civilization, renowned for your knowledge of arcane magic, lush woodlands, beautiful architecture, and love for the finer things in life. Wine, good food, extravagant clothing, and expensive jewellery. Truly the peak of civilization on Azeroth. Scholars and magisters.
For thousands of years, you share the continent with humans and dwarves the south, and trolls in the east.
Your entire existence is shaped by this. The trolls are your bitter enemies, while the humans amd dwarves fight alongside you.
You trade with them. You teach them magic. You defeat the trolls together.
Many among you even settle among the humans and dwarves. Befriend them. Learn about the Light. Build families together.
A number of your kinsmen even leave the Eastern Kingdoms with these humans, seeking new lands far away.
Then, disaster strikes. Monsters from another world attack your home, burn your neighbouring kingdoms to the ground. Pillage and slaughter anyone in their way.
They enslave noble dragons, raise the dead, and summon vile demons onto the battlefield.
Eventually, one human is able to rally all the kingdoms under one banner. The priest, Turalyon, takes up arms as one of the first noble Paladins.
The Alliance is formed. Men, elves, dwarves, and gnomes against orcs, trolls, ogres, and goblins.
Good vs. evil. The Light against darkness.
You triumph, and while some of your heroic defenders, like Alleria Windrunner, follow the orcs beyond the dark portal to ensure victory at last, your kingdom withdraws to finally live in peace and prosperity.
Skip ahead a few years. A young human prince has become corrupted by death. He burns his own kingdom while a horrifying plague ravages the countryside to your south.
One fateful day, he leads his army of the dead right through your realm, murdering most of your kinsmen and defiling your sacred Sunwell.
Your proud nation lies in ruin.
So what do you do?
Do you send envoys to your friends in the south, begging for aid?
Of course not! You join the brutes who burned your world to the ground a decade ago–the ones summoning demons everywhere, enslaving dragons, sending your ancient enemy–the trolls–to butcher you.
Makes complete sense. ![]()
To put it another way: Quel’Thalas joining the Horde makes about as much sense as if they had joined the Scourge.