It is I, Harmond. From the blackest of pits I come, lamenting over glories past. I have stood side by side with the greatest of living heroes, and I have watched as they all passed into obscurity, as I once did. For, once, I lived....
Long ago I saw the living world through the eyes of a Man. I came to know it as a beauty unmatched by any star in the sky. But I was wrong. For years, I enjoyed the riches that came from battle. I learned to fight well, and was championed by the King of Men. I was blinded by the exhilliration I felt as I watched another man's blood flow down my sword. I did not know of the futility of his plight. I wrongly assumed that all my training and the confidence of a King would sustain me through any battle. For my end came, and with death, I found only melancholy.
Where there was once life, there came nothing but emptiness. That emptiness turned into pain and longing for life. Pain and longing for life turned into contempt for it. Contempt for life turned into beautiful anguish. Then, through that anguish, I began to accept what I had become. I had seen the light, and I had turned away. I began to embrace the power that comes from centuries of endless contemplation.
I began to realize that the dogma of the living hounded me no longer. Things began to change. I accepted what I had become. I was a demon, a ghost, a wight. Words that would instill fear in a living man, became what I was. But still I wondered, “Is there no honor in death?”
The living would say that the only honor is in life itself. Those living men who would oppose me simply because of what I have become know not the torment my agelessness. They do not know how it feels to watch helplessly as the living destroy the foundations of what we built so long ago. They do not know what it's like to watch as your kingdom is destroyed by foolishness and greed. They do not know what it's like to watch as your home is eroded by an never-ending shower of rain. They do not know of the excrutiating pain that comes from being forgotten. There are those among the living Horde that know of me. The Orcs, the Trolls, and the Tauren that follow me will be rewarded with my pity upon their deaths. But for those who would laugh in the face of my enligtenment, I wish only pain. They must be reminded. They must pay. They must come to know the truth that is in death. For thousands of years I have been waiting for the Scourge to be unleashed upon the living so that I might feast upon the true beauty of chaos for the first time. And now, brothers and sisters, the time for us to arise has come. Who, among you, will rise beside me? Who, among you, will carry the banner? Who, among you, will stare into the face of life and end it?
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