The (True) Origin of the Silver Hand.
"It is hopeless my brothers. Nothing can stop the Horde from conquering Azeroth."
Gasps of shock and dismay arose from the congregation. Archbishop Alonsus Faol bowed his head, letting the echoes of his words roll across the crowd. The great chapel of Stratholme seemed to tremble with a palpable fear. The words were not new. They had been whispered across the cities and villages of Lordaeron for months. But never before had they been spoken aloud by such a high ranking official, much less the actual leader of the Church of the Light.
The volume in the room rose to a fever pitch before Faol grabbed his gavel and slammed it into the podium several times. Silence returned to the room.
"This conclusion does not come easily my brethren. Nor is it made without careful deliberation of all of the facts. But we must open our eyes. Medivh, guardian of Azeroth, has betrayed us. Our greatest sorcerer has formed a pact with evil, and opened a dark portal to another world. Alien, green-skinned orcs now run rampant across all of the southern lands. The kingdom of Stormwind has fallen. Her king slain by the orcish assassin, Garona. The dwarves of Ironforge have been forced back into their mountain cities, giving the enemy warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer, free run over all of Kaz Modan. Here in Lordaeron your cities are overrun with refugees fleeing the devastation. Your good king Terenas has taken us in, and for that we are grateful. But even now we hear rumors that the orcs are constructing a fleet of ships to cross the great sea and attack the towns of Hillsbrad and Southshore.
"Yes, I know Lordaeron has a great army, and many allies. We have wizards from Dalaran, and elven archers from Quel'Thalas. But I am afraid that is not enough. I have seen these fel orcs first hand. Their eyes burn red with magical bloodlust. They have enlisted the aid of our ancient enemies, the forest trolls. From their home world they have brought monstrous two-headed ogres capable of terrible magic. And our spies have reported that the most powerful orcish warlocks can even raise the dead to fight on their side."
"What about our order?" A voice from the crowd cried out. "What about the clerics of the Light."
The magic of the Light is not enough!" Faol answered. "Our spells can mend the flesh and restore the strength of others, but we are no match for the demonic energies of the Horde. My brothers, I am afraid that unless some miracle happens, the human race is doomed.