Ranger-Captain Moriurya Brightsinger

To Be Horde

“That order. Of all orders, that one will haunt me for the rest of my life. I knew we were marching for Teldrassil; that was obvious from the moment we had finished taking over Astranaar. When an army is on the move to take over land, you don’t stop before the big prize. The destruction of these ancient forests was painful to be a part of, but I’m just a Captain in the Farstrider ranks, and not the forward march; we were more like a scouting detail and later a cleaning crew. 

Details of why each order was given, of what exactly happened at the front, were merely rumors through the vine. I don’t know why we set the Tree aflame, but it fits the general advancement of our lines. We were not there to overrun politically, we were there to destroy and take by any force necessary. “For The Horde echoed” through the army as Teldrassil burned. It was fitting. The Horde has been a symbol of destruction since before Quel’thalas joined.

Still, it hurts. The beauty of this old world being ripped by fire. The Alliance will retaliate, and when they do I fear for my family. I wasn’t a part of the burning, I was following orders and was at the back while the Warchief and her trusted few met at the shore. I’m just a ranger.

As Teldrassil burned I wanted to fly as fast as I could and save those people; I had grown fond of many during the times we worked together. I can only imagine the pain and death tolls in that tree top. Flying over there would be my death, I knew that. If I had flown over I’d have been targeted and killed for treason. A member of the Horde Army attempting to rescue the enemy is an enemy of The Horde. Seeing a member of the Horde attempting to cross the waters would get me targeted and shot down by the Sentinels. I would never had made it across the water.

I want this to end. I’m so tired.”