A Black Tome

[Ackley]

-"I kill in the name of the light, for I am righteous, and these are heathens. Death is the only release that may save their souls."

The Blood elves seek to use the light in a perverse manner, bending it to their will with grotesque means. They were once part of the Alliance, but they lost the right a long time ago, there will be vengeance.

The Tauren are a wise race, had the circumstances been different I would have welcomed them as allies, now they must die for the horde represents the hell that this world shall be cast into should the light fail.


-"You must believe your cause is righteous, or the light shall forsake you."

I can't let it happen again, I must be strong in my convictions, blood shall be spilled in the name of the light.

It is getting late, the camp is silent. The forsaken are abominations and they must be dealt with first and foremost.

For the Silver Hand, the time for retribution is nigh.

[Ackley]

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-Fucking orcs, those green skinned, filthy fucking heathens. I fought them until I collapsed at the gates of Ironforge, and now even here they plague me!

The Kor'kron guard have been assisting the Forsaken in their patrols, it makes me sick to my core. Long have I nurtured the hate in my heart for those green-skinned monsters. They shall all feel my wrath, none will be spared.

The recruits quiver and shake like little girls, they are young and foolish.

Let's leave the fighting to those with nothing left to live for.

[Ackley]

-I want out of this hell hole, I could be better served to be on the front lines in Stonetalon or something, fighting like a real man. This terrorist technique rubs me the wrong way.

But at least we are getting something accomplished. The only real plus here is I don't have some namby pamby politician trying to supervise every action we make.

I miss the mountains, I want to travel the forests of Loch Modan, see the lights over the Loch, hunt in the mountains. But I gave that up a long time ago to fight in the name of the Holy Light.

And my will shall be done

[Ackley]

-Got some time in the shop today, our saronite bombs aren't going to make themselves. Almost blew up the camp when a rather large rag (which was unfortunately close to the finished bombs) caught on fire. But no matter, our stockpile is looking good.

Now if only I could find the parts for a mechano-hog...

Well, I shall hope tomorrow brings more time to write, it is getting dark, well it's always dark in this place.

[Reignier]

(I'm liking this)

[Ackley]

-Nothing like the sound of saronite bombs and the crackle of a good fire. We raised hell today in Brill, they shan't be forgetting us any time soon. I'm sure our noble lords an ladies would not be too happy with our lose ethics, but those "ethics" are what make us successful where others have failed. The war is in no ones favor, we can only hope to draw it to an end quickly to preserve the lives of our men.