For shame. Shame on all of you. I have never in my life seen so much disinformation spewed so publically. You dogs slavering for a bone, ready to accept anything as fact if it sounds juicy enough. This entire city is a sewing circle of old nags with little better to do than talk and spread gossip. Do the children outnumber the adults?
I have seen these terms set forth, and I consider them laughable at best. I can only hope it is a bigger joke than our attempts to deal with the Legion itself had become. Because it seems that the comprehension of written language is beyond the greater populace, allow me to try and make it very simple. Arialynn, tired of constant belittlement the Templars endured at the mouth of the dead “Baron”, told him simply that he could either continue to speak ill, badmouthing us whenever the chance arose, or he could draw sword and act upon his words. There was no declaration of war, only the chance given to put his money where his mouth was. And not only did he not accept, but each letter, so publicly revealed, was nothing but childish insults.
And now, to prevent some war that would not happen because the bully didn’t like it when we told him we would fight back, we are to go with our tails between our legs and apologize for standing up for ourselves? Again, a bigger joke I have ever heard.
Arialynn’s point never wavered under the onslaught of personal attacks; she did not offer war, then peace, then war. She offered the legion what it seems that wanted, and yet cowardice prevailed. But I guess with the garbage Monroe continued to shovel the idea and the point was lost. Good job to all. Your claims of taking no action are even worse. Defending our stance and ourselves was action. We were, and are constantly maligned by a populace who cannot seem to grasp the simple truth that outside forces seek to destroy our world, man and orc alike, and that there are bigger enemies that present a much larger threat than all of Durotar combined.
But yes, let us continue to throw straw dogs into arguments when it suits us. Keep your so called honorable bullies. Let Arialynn soothe you like children with a public speech so you may sleep at night now that mommy and daddy have stopped fighting. Enjoy your words, as that seems to be all that is valued by your ilk. I, however, will be comfortable in my knowledge of what dogs will bark all day, and which might actually bite.
As an aside, unless a body is produced, I highly doubt Monroe is even dead. I’m sure he’ll be back in no time. A man with as much power and allies dying to a simple stabbing? Laughable. Perhaps it is not so to those who never set foot outside of Stormwind, but for a great many of us stab wounds, as well as claw, bite, axe, and hammer wounds, are all in a day’s work. Perhaps your new leader will be someone of greater constitution.
P.S. Since so many of you seem to have an uncanny knowledge of both my identity and my whereabouts at any given time, you know where I will be. Should you feel the need for further words or perhaps someone among you has the fortitude to back up your words, my shield is always ready, and it says “Hi.”
(Haha, was wondering when some provocative post like this was going to be made. War is the official proclamation of a conflict, which was implied and would have inevitably happened if things followed their course, but whether it was presently 'official' is completely arguable.
Good job also pointing out the body situation. Its little suspicious when the only person who has seen the body is the man who inherited guild leadership.)
((Pst its "Civil War" so that they are together in the tags :) ))
Machiaveli eyed the poster. He had been up yet again drinking and his eyes were blood shot, his breath stank and his stance uneasy. "Bring it f***er!" He yelled loudly turning to a nearby woman before he yanked the poster down and passed out falling over onto the nearby sidewalk.
((I can't decide whether Arialynn is going to pat Alekxandar on the shoulder or whack him upside the head.))