Brothers and Sisters of the Horde. Hear me now, and remember.
We are the Wardens of Ysera, known now only as a forgotten relic of the past, dreamers that live on stubborn hopes for a world that cannot be. Our single claim to fame today remains in a Beach Party, and an occasional fishing trip. How easily people forget the days spent guarding the Crossroads, the blood spilled on the fresh earth and the graves we dug outside the gates of Silvermoon after the attackers were pushed back.
The world around us changes, people change. But some things remain steady. Blood is still spilled needlessly in the Barrens, on all sides.
The Wardens are Protectors of the lands. We are bonded by the honor and love for our families and friends, regardless of what tabard we currently wear. We are not a dying breed. We are as strong as ever. And our purpose has never been clearer.
I call upon that spirit, I call upon the friends and family who have always stood at our side. I call upon the outcasts, the ones who never found a home but accepted our purpose. I call upon the ones that have lost, that have felt the heartache at burying the innocents.
War brews once more. And as always, the innocents will pay for the spirit of the fight.
And the Wardens will be there to stand and protect once more.
Remember. And Act.
We are the Wardens of Ysera, known now only as a forgotten relic of the past, dreamers that live on stubborn hopes for a world that cannot be. Our single claim to fame today remains in a Beach Party, and an occasional fishing trip. How easily people forget the days spent guarding the Crossroads, the blood spilled on the fresh earth and the graves we dug outside the gates of Silvermoon after the attackers were pushed back.
The world around us changes, people change. But some things remain steady. Blood is still spilled needlessly in the Barrens, on all sides.
The Wardens are Protectors of the lands. We are bonded by the honor and love for our families and friends, regardless of what tabard we currently wear. We are not a dying breed. We are as strong as ever. And our purpose has never been clearer.
I call upon that spirit, I call upon the friends and family who have always stood at our side. I call upon the outcasts, the ones who never found a home but accepted our purpose. I call upon the ones that have lost, that have felt the heartache at burying the innocents.
War brews once more. And as always, the innocents will pay for the spirit of the fight.
And the Wardens will be there to stand and protect once more.
Remember. And Act.
