People have cowered before my blade, crying for mercy.
The Vulkyr Battle Maidens have stood watch over me, lending me ever more strength.
My armour is usually drenched in blood, both guilty and innocent...
Even the crows, attracted by the scent of battle, kept their distance from me.
Yet here I am today on a nice sunny day, dodging rotten fruit and spittle to deliver a letter from Lord Tirion Fordring to the King of Stormwind. Why a Knight of my status should do such a menial little errand confounds me...
Around me, the townspeople and guards of Stormwind were abusing me soundly - Oh, bugger off already! Your families were probably killed by me, yes, but I can't undo that can I? Unless you would like me to raise them from their pitiable remains and live with a ghoulish representation of what they were in life. Besides, if they were ever in my path they brought all that pain, torture and misery upon themselves.
Ah, the Keep. Just around this corner, according to this map I have. What? Of course it's clean, I simply can't abide by dirt and stains - unless it's the blood of my opponents. Now, where was I...
The guards forced me down from my deathcharger, and I was made to trek the rest of the inclined plane to reach the King, whose disdain for me was all very clear. As I handed the letter over, he made a great show of wishing as little contact as possible. Very well, dear king, very well... After you've read the letter - no doubt it's news of Lord Fordring turning against you - I'll drag you into my death gate and have as much physical contact squeezing your life out of you as possibl-
"Indeed old friend... Blood and honor," the King sighed, staring off into the distance. After a moment, his gaze affixed upon me once more. Where is the outrage and fury I was expecting?
Varian Wrynn spoke again, "Were it not for this letter from Tirion, you would be a stain upon my floor. Only an endorsement from one of the greatest paladins to ever live could have ensured your survival."
What? I need no such endorsement from some paladin! How dare you - I should raise my blade now and make short work of you, if I weren't so curious to know what on earth that endorsement of me entails.
"We..." the King's voice trembled slightly, but he steeled himself. "We... We will work together against the Scourge. Against the Lich King!"
"GLORY TO THE ALLIANCE!"
Oh dear.
What has Highlord Darion Mograine gotten me into?
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