A letter from Lobo

[Chaindog]

Grim,

I was once a paladin of the sin'dorei. I fought for truth, justice, and fellowship of the people. In the end it didn't matter what I believed. I defended Silvermoon when Arthas attacked, I held the line the best I could. I watched as my comrades, my friends died trying to save the city.

I died all the same. But instead of leaving my corpse to rot in the fields or to be turned into some mindless ghoul, it was determined I would be put to better use as a Deathknight. To awaken and not have your will be your own. To see my hand strike down men, women, and children a like just so Arthas could laugh at my futility of resisting his will.

Then I was used to lure out some Human? To be tossed aside like some useless piece of junk?

I burn with rage. I will see Arthas dead beneath my boot.

I have cast aside my past. My honour along with it. My name is no more, my rank means nothing to me. I have chosen the name Lobo as it suits me well.

I have been pledged to the Horde and yet I find it weak. This talk of peace is just a lie. I'd rather plunge my blade into the chest of the enemy and watch its eyes as the life slowly fades away.

Any enemy of the Horde is my enemy. Any ally, an ally as long as it is not weak of will, arm or stomach.

I will pledge my blade to the Grim. I will follow it's mandate as if it were my will.

Peace through Annihilation!

Lobo

[Greebo]

Greebo read the letter and tossed it back on the pile with a snort. 'Perhaps the inquisitors can give him a real goal now that his first is over and done with.'