A Notice on the Gates of the Stormwind Cathedral

To: High Chaplain Sir Valestrion Drayke

Pity is what makes Kingdom's crumble, compassion to the enemies who destroy burn, rape and murder our people at any given moment is treason. The female trolls they slaughtered breed more warriors for the Empire, the children they slaughtered grow into hulking monstrosities that will eventually be responsible for kidnapping and sacrificing our people. Are you overly gullible or have you no shame? The Vale must be cleansed, we shall never mend any relations with the Gurubashi Empire and it is either us or them, they are subject to total annihilation and extermination.

Do not let your 'respect for life' stand in the way of sheltering our enemies, Lordaeron kept the Orcs in chains, and look what happened? The Horde is now the greatest threat to humanity since the Legion before them! The Chapter of Holy Anethion rightfully marched upon the Vale, the Chapter of Holy Anethion rightfully destroy the enemies of the Kingdom before they descend down upon us!

Bishop Vitalian

*Feral stares at the notice for a long moment. He looks left and right before speaking, very quietly, to himself.*

"Light-cult killing off children now, too? Didn't they go through Duskwood? Where's those death knights when they're needed...?!"

*He turns and goes inside to pray, scowling and shaking his head, eyes full of indignant anger... and sadness.*

Simaria stop by the notice, reading over it. She shakes her head and mutter.

"Silly crosslings..." and walks off.

A note is pinned under the notice
Dear disciple, as member of the alliance i'd expect you to slay MONSTERS that potentially threaten our lands
Signed,
Bismack Bronze-Vancerdal

Samian/Bismack wrote:A note is pinned under the notice
Dear disciple, as member of the alliance i'd expect you to slay MONSTERS that potentially threaten our lands
Signed,
Bismack Bronze-Vancerdal

(( You never disappoint me. <3 ))

*Walks towards the Cathedral and sees the notice and begins to read it. A moment pause in silence, clentches his fist. He sees the note below, muttering to himself*

'Damn Chapterians... They might be monsters or not... Doesn't mean we have to act like them. We are not the Horde or Trolls... We are the Alliance for Light sake! The Chapterians should acted better than this... To me... They are just like Garrosh... '

*Sighes to himself, unclentches his fist as he walks into the Cathedral to clear his senses*

(( *The Light Abandons the Chapter*
"Brothers..WE have failed the light! Where did we go wrong?"
"Remember the Crusade? We spent several hours chatting instead of killing troll children."
"Ah yes, of course! WE MUST KILL MORE CHILDREN! THE LIGHT WILLS IT! We will regain Light's favour!"

...oh..this isn't corrupt-a-wish game.))

*Lord Cyrik Blackforge walk by one of the posters*

"Hm, one foe less then if their so called "children" [Low]: Beasts [Normal]: cannot bear their savage parents legacy. Good riddance, I say. Hope they burn every trace of their kind, but saving the tablets for the Explorers League."

*Ponders a bit*

"Guess I have a letter to write to the head of their order, just in case."

*Lord Cyrik Blackforge continues with his errands in the city*

This counter-proclamation has been attached next to Valestrion's own note.

Our human civilization was only made possible by Thoradin’s and Trollbane’s successive victories against the Amani. King Thoradin did not forge his empire on mercy, he wiped out the troll tribes and pushed them to the fringes of Lordaeron to secure a future for the human race.

We too must look to the weal of humanity. Our position in the cisthandolian Easthern Kingdoms cannot be secure as long as but a single organized opposition remains to the Alliance. To secure the future of human kind and the Alliance, the Bronzebeard-Dark Iron Kingdom must prevail in the north and control the Greater Khaz Modan (Dun Morogh, Loch Modan, Wetlands and Badlands) and the old Thaurissan’s empire (Burning Steppes and Searing Gorge) and wipe out all remaining vestiges of the Dragons, the Orcs, the Twilight’s Hammer and the Horde. Kingdom of Stormwind must rightfully secure its own historic borders and expand into the Stranglethorn Vale, Swamp of Sorrows and the Blasted Lands. Wild Hammer clans must prevail in the Highalnds and secure them from the Orcs and the Hammer. Cisthandolian Eastern Kingdoms belongs to the Humans, the Dwarves and the Gnomes, and any race in the region that is strong enough and organized enough to challenge us must be wiped out from existence.

The Trolls are savage monsters, the Trolls are not people. Today they fight with same spears and in the same feathers and skins as they did in Thoradin’s time. In four thousand years these primitives have not learned to organize a centralized state if it has even the feeblest opposition. The Forest Trolls of the North bordered the great kingdoms of Lordaeron and Quel’thalas while the Jungle Trolls of the South bordered our beloved Stormwind. In all these centuries, the primitives have not learned a single thing from us. Had their race any capacity for reason they would long ago have sought settlement with the more advanced Kingdoms or tried to emulate our superior administration and organization. Their armies are still tribal, their laws barbaric and their centralized unity relies solely on strength, with no regard for legitimacy through law or government through and by consent (as it is with the Gnomes). All the Trolls have is superstitious slavery to their bloodthirsty idols, primitive’s love to destroy that which it does not understand (which is everything) and hatred of the human kind.

In all those centuries the Trolls have shown themselves to be the worst of neighbors. They are petty, they are covetous and they plague us with their raids to kill our people and steal our livestock. Only their disunity has saved us from greater damage. It is prudent to eliminate this blue-skinned menace entirely before a new strong Emperor rises from the blood and the carnage to unite them!

I urge all good citizens of the Alliance to lend their support to the cause of the Southern Crusade to cripple the trolls and bring the land and the resources of the Vale in firm Stormwind control. I urge all good citizens of the Alliance to express their displeasure with a high-ranking Paladin putting the interests of a primitive, dark and sinister race over those of the people he swore to protect.

-Sister Gwendelyn Ashborough,
Lectress of the Tyrrean Order

When Allonia eventually returns to Stormwind and sees the note on the door, she frowns deeply.

"And they only realized this now...?"

Shaking her head she moves on, ignoring the posters signed by the Chapter.

//Reads the posters put up and an image flows through her mind:



"How can anyone object to such a wonderful sight.." As she walks away she mutters: "I thought the Disciples shouted for the King, for the Alliance and for the Light.. Not for the Horde... I must be very metally confused.."//

Melnerag wrote:(( *The Light Abandons the Chapter*
"Brothers..WE have failed the light! Where did we go wrong?"
"Remember the Crusade? We spent several hours chatting instead of killing troll children."
"Ah yes, of course! WE MUST KILL MORE CHILDREN! THE LIGHT WILLS IT! We will regain Light's favour!"

...oh..this isn't corrupt-a-wish game.))

(( I don't know whether to laugh or not D: ))

An old fat man in leathered blue armor fit for a guard walks up, looking very, very close at the poster, Realizing he can't read it, he calls a kid over to read it for him (paying the kid two coppers). Arching back, in a loud guffaw

"Oh! That reminds me of the time Ma went out to beat some sense into the kobolds stealing the pumpkins again! But oh my, what gibberish these kids come up with. Reasoning with Trolls? Have they gone completely mad? Say, kid. If you had the choice of removing evil before it became dangerous- would you do it?" He turns to look at the kid, which nods.

"Exactly!" He shouts out "Did you hear that?! There's no crime in killing Trolls, big or small, they are dangerous. What sort of moron wrote this?!"

Braiden walks by the notice on his way to mass. He reads trough it and shakes his head briefly before heading inside.