Kormok Wraithverge
Proud defenders of Azeroth! Before you raise your swords in glory or turn to hide in the shadow of your cowardice, ask yourself these questions.
Are you ready to die?
What will you tell your ancestors when you face them in the next world? Will you have squandered your days with hatred and vice? Will you have sat quietly in the shadows and mocked the efforts of those that have died for your luxury? Did you remain silent as the world around you is broken by those who see you as nothing more than trash in their way?
There are those before you on that frozen battlefield before us, and upon the seas of torment, or within the bowels of the earth, that would see you annihilated. They have allowed their fear to dictate their devotion, their despair to guide their actions. Out of terror, madness, and malice, they would doom the world with the pathetic hope that they might be spared or elevated for their zeal. They cling to the sad hope that the only future for this world lies in its destruction.
I say they are frightened sheep, huddling in the pasture, afraid of the wolves that lie beyond! But we are the wolves! We are the hunters in the night who brave the darkness and howl to the skies, given heart by our brethren and strength through our unity! A dragon, even one as mighty as the one we face this day, is but a sad and lonely creature who knows nothing of family or of brotherhood! It knows nothing of honor or justice, or the good hearts of the people it seeks to destroy.
Not all of us will survive this Hour of Twilight. Not all of us will return home to our wives or our children. There will be few songs sung for the vanquished, or wreaths hung in their honor. To require such things be said and done for you is hubris, for the only song that need be sung is the battle cry to the heavens and the wreath of glory you weave for yourself!
Fear not this day! Fear not the onset of twilight! Nightfall is the time of the wolves! Howl your outrage into the darkness and bring its source terror! Weep not for those who die in service to this world, whose broken bodies will stain this very earth with blood and tears. The enemy will not succeed so long as we rise to challenge them!
So are you ready to die? Will you lie down and allow this hour to pass unchallenged? Or will you stand, now? Will you rise to face the darkness, and spit in the face of those who dare decide your destiny for you?
Rise now! Rise and fight for your world, for your lives, for freedom from the weight of the terror Deathwing would see you suffocated by!
There is a glorious morning on the other side of the night. I will see you there, sons and daughters of the Horde and the Alliance.
FOR AZEROTH!
