Moregil looks around the room, semi-annoyed at what our "Warchief" has led us into.
"There was no reason to do that to Teldrassil. Even though we blood elves are part of the Horde, I am not fond of the mass killing of elves, be it Night Elves, Void Elves, or whomever. I saw the look of fear on those Alliance solder's eyes as my Glacial Spike was soaring towards them. It is the stuff of nightmares."
Moregil walks over to an empty seat near the fire, warming himself from all the frost spells he had to cast in this war. He looks into the fireplace and says: "We have our own mini-Teldrassil right here!"
His eyes close while trying to rest, and he starts mumbling some existential nonsense to himself. He wonders if this really is the right way for the Horde to go, and wonders if the Warchief was Baine Bloodhoof from Thunder Bluff, would we be in this war right now. He counts his blessings that he escaped this war unscathed, knowing full-well the toll that both sides had endured. He knew that if things had gone poorly, he could at least teleport to safety as a mage.
Moregil conjures a chicken leg and says: "At least I have chicken..."
He then quiets down to hear what opinions the rest of his guildmates have.
"There was no reason to do that to Teldrassil. Even though we blood elves are part of the Horde, I am not fond of the mass killing of elves, be it Night Elves, Void Elves, or whomever. I saw the look of fear on those Alliance solder's eyes as my Glacial Spike was soaring towards them. It is the stuff of nightmares."
Moregil walks over to an empty seat near the fire, warming himself from all the frost spells he had to cast in this war. He looks into the fireplace and says: "We have our own mini-Teldrassil right here!"
His eyes close while trying to rest, and he starts mumbling some existential nonsense to himself. He wonders if this really is the right way for the Horde to go, and wonders if the Warchief was Baine Bloodhoof from Thunder Bluff, would we be in this war right now. He counts his blessings that he escaped this war unscathed, knowing full-well the toll that both sides had endured. He knew that if things had gone poorly, he could at least teleport to safety as a mage.
Moregil conjures a chicken leg and says: "At least I have chicken..."
He then quiets down to hear what opinions the rest of his guildmates have.