The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning
The Cult of the Forgotten are not my most hated enemies. They are just so had made it to the top of the list of people that need to be kept in check. If this was any other time I would have brushed them off as rave lunatics harmless other then words. However I saw what they where capable first had the day a woman's body was thrown into the street like a lifeless ragdoll. Someone needs to keep -them- on their toes. To show that not everyone will simply ignore them and let them continue with their paths.
Back then whether anyone realized it or not our city. The City bathed in the blood of it's people only to be rebuilt by it's resolve teetered on the brink of a civil war. Those of Murder Row banded together to torment those who lived outside of it. To attack the sworn Knights of our people. Men and women who took up a path to defend it's city where previous guardian's and protectors had fallen. All we had wanted was to be a beacon of pride. Instead we became almost shamed for the actions of others, and the direct source of the attack by those within the Row. By undermining us, knocking us down a peg as they would say they would feel they could turn the hearts of our people against us.
It sadly worked.
Shining examples of bravery and nobility cut short before their prime. And for what? What just cause called for the deaths of innocent people. I won't deny that great talent went wasted on some who showed they had no business being on the path. They where like small children playing with a great responsibility as if it was a mere toy to them. Those that did so where asked to leave the hallowed halls, until they could mature up. Those mature enough where slain, where was the justice in all of this. The young pride of our people gone. I remember the deaths of those well, their faces etched into my heart as I continue forward. I've died already several times in my life, but I endure, I push forward, I rise up like the very symbol of our people once more to prove my strength to my enemies.
Officially on some paper it is claimed that I have 'retired' from my post as Knight Lord. That was a bold and brave lie orchestrated to keep me from being shackled to the very problem that no doubt would resolve itself once the people became tired of the actions of another. If I was just going to be pulled back into the petty rumbles of a claimed to be oppressed people, then I will be a silent watch dog to see just exactly how they where being oppressed. To point out to them the folly of their words and watch them turn on one another now that the need to oust the only person who cared enough to try and work things out was gone. Cold? Cruel? Possibly, but those very same people ripped from my womb the unborn light of a product of the love my soon to be husband and I shared.
It was in my grieving that a light had fallen into my life and brought me from my sorrows. I would not fail her as I failed my unborn. I had a reason to continue to protect. I had a purpose once more in the news that followed from dear friends. They spoke of the cults, and the possibility they had in helping to turn the city in on itself. Destroy a great city of magical power, cause the internal strife that possibly had lead to the events in Storm Peaks. They, like the Scourge would not be allowed to continue to harm anyone else. I would personally now see to this.
The fruits of my labor, the very thing I had hoped worked. I drove them back for a short time. I became the first wave that crashed against them showing a sign of resilience towards their actions. I would not let up. One tactic alone, one victory was not enough to ensure they would not rise again. I prepared and planned. Carefully and to the point of needing what could effectively be a vacation, I worked near tirelessly towards achieving this goal.
In the end I will stand against the tides of chaos they attempt to create. The events within the Barrens, within Quel'thalas should never be repeated again. I will continue to keep them in check and not allow them to gain an inch if I am able. This is my vow.
Back then whether anyone realized it or not our city. The City bathed in the blood of it's people only to be rebuilt by it's resolve teetered on the brink of a civil war. Those of Murder Row banded together to torment those who lived outside of it. To attack the sworn Knights of our people. Men and women who took up a path to defend it's city where previous guardian's and protectors had fallen. All we had wanted was to be a beacon of pride. Instead we became almost shamed for the actions of others, and the direct source of the attack by those within the Row. By undermining us, knocking us down a peg as they would say they would feel they could turn the hearts of our people against us.
It sadly worked.
Shining examples of bravery and nobility cut short before their prime. And for what? What just cause called for the deaths of innocent people. I won't deny that great talent went wasted on some who showed they had no business being on the path. They where like small children playing with a great responsibility as if it was a mere toy to them. Those that did so where asked to leave the hallowed halls, until they could mature up. Those mature enough where slain, where was the justice in all of this. The young pride of our people gone. I remember the deaths of those well, their faces etched into my heart as I continue forward. I've died already several times in my life, but I endure, I push forward, I rise up like the very symbol of our people once more to prove my strength to my enemies.
Officially on some paper it is claimed that I have 'retired' from my post as Knight Lord. That was a bold and brave lie orchestrated to keep me from being shackled to the very problem that no doubt would resolve itself once the people became tired of the actions of another. If I was just going to be pulled back into the petty rumbles of a claimed to be oppressed people, then I will be a silent watch dog to see just exactly how they where being oppressed. To point out to them the folly of their words and watch them turn on one another now that the need to oust the only person who cared enough to try and work things out was gone. Cold? Cruel? Possibly, but those very same people ripped from my womb the unborn light of a product of the love my soon to be husband and I shared.
It was in my grieving that a light had fallen into my life and brought me from my sorrows. I would not fail her as I failed my unborn. I had a reason to continue to protect. I had a purpose once more in the news that followed from dear friends. They spoke of the cults, and the possibility they had in helping to turn the city in on itself. Destroy a great city of magical power, cause the internal strife that possibly had lead to the events in Storm Peaks. They, like the Scourge would not be allowed to continue to harm anyone else. I would personally now see to this.
The fruits of my labor, the very thing I had hoped worked. I drove them back for a short time. I became the first wave that crashed against them showing a sign of resilience towards their actions. I would not let up. One tactic alone, one victory was not enough to ensure they would not rise again. I prepared and planned. Carefully and to the point of needing what could effectively be a vacation, I worked near tirelessly towards achieving this goal.
In the end I will stand against the tides of chaos they attempt to create. The events within the Barrens, within Quel'thalas should never be repeated again. I will continue to keep them in check and not allow them to gain an inch if I am able. This is my vow.