The Blighted Crown
An open letter to all Forsaken
"May the Father lie blameless for the deeds of the son. May the bloodied crown stay lost and forgotten."
Indeed Arthas did betray his father and the people of Lordaeron. Not a day goes past when we would not remember our hate for the Lich King. Remember our hate of the relentless Scourge who sit on our very doorstep, their minds bent on nothing but our total destruction. Remember our hate of humans who continue to view us as horrific abominations. Abominations by whose steadfast resolve they are kept safe in their beds.
<p><p>And for the Horde that merely wishes to use us for their own advantage. Only the Blood Elves themselves could ever come even close to understanding our position, but then again. They hunger for magic and power. If they ever find what they seek, would they ever share it with the forsaken?
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Indeed some might say that we are alone. And this is something we must accept before it's too late. We were slaughtered, enslaved and made to kill our own people in our own lands. Horrific acts were we forced to do. Our mind was never our own, only the Lich King's voice echoed through our rotten heads...
But now, we are free. We have the freedom that our Queen granted us. We owe our lives to her. The Blighted Crown of our dead king now lies with her.
<p><p>Her malice drives us ever towards our shared goal. Vengeance burns stronger now throughout our being, hatred for those who shunned us, never have we so craved brutal revenge on those who persecute us. Long have our plans been laid and the fruits of the labour will soon spring forth in glorious horror. The ignorant will be blind no longer when faced with the grim nature of our new order.
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A stark choice lies before each and every one of you this day. We The Blighted Crown offer you the chance to partake of the forth coming deliverance, we seek the brave and the vengeful. We seek those still true to our people. We implore you to seize this chance or be swallowed in inevitable despair. <p>Awaken brothers and sisters the time to reap our terrible harvest is now!
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Remember the King! <p>Honour our Queen! Praise the Blight!
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