A hastily scrawled note

[Bloodscream]

I got me a note here, an I owe you from a thick necked feller named Bloodscream.
I ain't never met the tusker but this ere note is pretty much the only thing my ol' pop gave me 'fore he died.
He said I should show this to The Grim and barter it for a shot at joining yer ranks.

I ain't askin fer a free ride, just a shot.

I ain't ever given much of a care fer politics. All sounds like crap to me.
All I know is pop's dead, his ticker gave out when those Alliance bastards attacked us for NO reason and left us to die in the sea. I guess I should be glad he didn't drown but I reckon I'd have been happier if they had just left us the hell alone.

But they didn't... now I know humans this blah blah elves that blah blah, whatever, I still don't give a crap.

I care for one thing and one thing only... I remember a banner of gold and blue, a lion's head on a blue field.

Everything that walks, crawls or flies that rallies to that banner is now officially my prey of choice.

Pop always said, if you ever find yerself in hell, make sure you're standing next to the nastiest sons of bitches you can find... well Hell is what those Alliance bastards ordered... so here I am.

Azbadaz