((This letter is written in a very plain block font))
It has been a long time since I have sent a letter. Indeed, it was an entirely different existence for me. I was once a mage among your numbers. In trying to research a more powerful method of fighting off the Lich King's control, I was given a book that was never meant to be read by a mage--Harnessing Shadows. A warlock constantly deals with the shadow, they are ready for what is contained within.
It was not the same for me. My powers grew at an expedient pace--but then the whispers began. I knew immediately who it was, but I thought that if I focused my efforts, I could get results first. But, it became apparent that I would fail in that regard. Arthas found me in my home in the Undercity--I tried to tap the very core of my being, to destroy him with all the fire and light I could muster--and at the very least, put myself out of his reach by destroying the source of what I was.
But I obviously failed.
The next thing I remember, I was fighting in the Lich Kings ranks. Where once I was a master of the fire and light, I was now in control of frost and shadow.
The next few years were much of a blur to me. It wasn't until I was assaulting in Orgrimmar, when I saw familiar surroundings, that I began to question my existence again. Then again, when assaulting the Light's Hope Chapel--when I and the rest of what became the Ebon Blade found out that we were nothing but fodder to Arthas--I saw flashes of my history again, of the Grim, and my hatred for this 'Prince' burned again.
I want to play a hand in the destruction of Arthas--but I know I cannot do it alone. So I write to you, in hopes of joining you in your fight. I will also gladly lay waste to those who count themselves a part of the Alliance. I saw that there will never be peace with them, just as there will never be peace with Arthas. Their king made that abundantly clear. If they could never stand for a peaceful existence, then let them be annihilated.
--Vezar
Vezar
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