I’d heard the rumours.
Tarren Mill isn’t exactly the most peaceful of places in Azeroth, yet bar a few Alliance insurgents every now and again, the townsfolk and guardsmen had done a fairly good job of keeping the larger groups of Alliance raiders from entering the settlement. The Alliance town of Southshore, just off the coast and to the south of our town, is often the focal point for the raid groups that visit here, looking to spill blood and claim the town for their own, yet the Horde warriors that fight for our claim to this area do a brave job of keeping them in check, and the town has been a meeting point for Horde travellers for as long as I can remember.
The rumours had been echoing throughout these parts for a good while, rumours that had indicated rich rewards for those that choose to bring arms and fight. Sadly the rumours were true, and many travellers have stepped forward to take up a path of death and destruction, without a true purpose, and led by the foul overseers and corrupt leaders that they so blindlessly fight for. They are told to fight, so they fight, and at the same time they give themselves crude military style titles in a vain attempt at self importance. One must ask the question. Why am I killing? What am I fighting for?
Their enemies are not known to them, the warriors they fight alongside are strangers, and the large groups of fighters that battle for days and weeks at a time are doing so without any reason other than one of personal greed and self fulfillment.
I am glad that I found the stewardship of Lord Takumi and the PIE warriors that I fight alongside. We have a purpose, and we have a direction that we strive for, one of peace throughout Azeroth. Sadly it seems that the people of these lands are destined to live with generations of conflict, and the events of the past few weeks only reinforce this view. Although I do not give up hope that our message will be heard, for now we must defend our lands from the vile and barbaric fiends that try to oppress us. We knew we would have to fight for peace, yet we also fight against selfishness and against people that do not even know why they are killing.
Tonight I shall sleep in the bunks of the Inn of Tarren Mill for the final time. The smell of burning logs and spilt ale has been replaced by the stench of burning flesh and spilt blood. I will carry the PIE message to other lands, as it is lost amongst the chaos of these parts. The people of both sides are ignorant, but they follow blindlessly. One day the rulers of these lands must call for arms to be lowered, but until this day a meeting of minds will never be possible. I dream of this day, and I dream that I can return to the Mill and share drinks with the friends I have made without the snarling of teeth and the cries of death hanging in the air.
Indeed the proceedings you aredescribing are all too true. I have seen the madness with my own eyes, and truly, hope is lost for the many warriors who fight in this place. Tarren Mill is lost and at Tarren Mill the voice of reason cannot be heard. However, we should be grateful that the mindless slaughter to the extent of constant battle focuses there. So the other areas of our lands see at least some peace sometimes. But overall the problem is not in Tarren Mill alone, all Horde settlements have suffered severe attacks in the recent past.
The path for war is set and it grieves my heart to behold it. Yet we cannot stand by and mourn peace, we must defend our lands, our culture and our way of life against the aggressors with their pink skin!
We are at war, whatever the reason brothers. There can be no hope for peace while those you call the blindless still live and make war. It is now my hope that the blindless warriors on both sides will destroy each other, fire against fire until the land is burned black. But from the destuction comes our best hope, for the savages of all races fight and die while civilised folk look on, and when the battle is over no territory is won or lost, and both sides lose equal numbers. This is the balance of nature, evil destroys evil, good struggles against evil and is in turn destroyed, but in the end there is only balance. When the blindless lie rotting, the smoke will clear, the blood will be washed from the land and peace will return, even if we do not live to see it.