The Diary of Jhane
May 10th, Azeroth
Being an Orc is tough, we hold the responsibility of guarding the capital of the Horde which is Orgrimmar. If we fail, the faction horde can get taken over and then we have nothing. Alliance would have it all and as lifelong nemesis of the Alliance, we cannot let that happen.
I am Jhane, a general for Warsong Gulch. I am the person who makes and controls the Attack Plans on the Night Elves. They are very sneaky and they have a huge advantage over us which is they now every single nanometer of the forest. They Shadowmeld near trees and then stab us from behind. I am about ready to give up but I know I must move on.
You may be asking, why I have signed up to this. I have a vengeance for my father who was killed by the Night Elves. I have even seen eyes with the Night Elf who killed my father but no one until this day knows where he has retreated. This Night Elf shall die in a slow and painful death like my father did, I want to see that bastard die just like I saw my father die… right there… on my feet. I want to feed that Night Elf one of my battleaxes and then shoot him with a poisonous arrow, I want to see the blood. I am not afraid of putting baked Night Elf on the menu. Some people don't understand my hatred for this Night Elf but as long as I do, I don't care. I want to be better than my father but at the same time avenge his death. I want to make it so that his death was worth something, I don't want his death to be just another victory for the Alliance. I want it to be a motivation for the horde to keep raiding!
May 11th, Azeroth
Today, is the day I have been waiting for! I have now identified the whereabouts of the Night Elf who killed my father. It turns out he is Malfurion Stormrage. He is the one I want to give a slow and painful death to.
We, the horde, have already planned a raid on Darnassus. We will send out our best rouges to wipe every single Sentinel out of the way. This will leave an open area for us to march across a bridge where Malfurion Stormrage will be standing. I want to lead the group by the front this time so I can give him an axe to chew on. I want him to have a slit throught, then I want him to be hung upside down so I can see the blood rushing out of his throat! I want to avenge my dad and feed my thirst for blood! I paln on carrying out the attack tomorrow. If we don't, I will still have a motivation to keep trying. I am sure we will kill Malfurion tomorrow though, I am training my soldiers hard tonight!
May 12th, Azeroth
As we are taking a boat to Teldrassil, I notice a beacon. I look again and I can tell that this time it something celestial. It has the figure of my father, and now I know my father has put his power inside of me and there is no way we can lose!
After about 5 hours of sailing to find the island, we dock very quietly at Rut'theran Village. We slay all of the sentinels and we are sure that none escape. We attack from all sides and we lose all but one captive… My group goes through a portal that leads us to Darnassus. We stage the attack killing all Sentinels with the bloodiest techniques we could think of. We slit throats and cut off ears, then we put them in a bag and we would eat them in front of Malfurion Stormrage when it was time.
It was time for me to slit Malfurion's throat, I was so eager to do this! I was excited, mournful, and enraged at the same time. I was mostly enraged that this Night Elf killed my father and caused pain to not only me but my whole family. I put fear into his soft blue eyes with piercing red eyes.
The city of Darnassus becomes quiet.