Abdication
Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2019 2:17 am
Contempt was all that Awatu could feel as he watched, for the second time, Anduin Wrynn pass through the gates of Orgrimmar. Confusion swept through the city. Guards and peons alike, wondering what was happening. Saurfang was dead, but where was Sylvanas?
Criers from the wall announced the news of the Banshee Queen's words and her sudden flight away from the gates. Swiftly, activity began to wash over the city as the gravity of the situation settled upon the dusty roads. The Warchief was gone. She had abandoned her position. She was without honor.
Within the chaos, Awatu stepped away from the roads, down one of the valleys of the Orcish stronghold. Honor meant little to the Shu'halo. His concern was more with the public opinion and the sway of the leaders. If Thrall and Baine continue their agendas, then they will likely seek a peace conference with the Alliance. Considering the burning of Teldrassil and the presence of the Kal'dorei and Gilneans within the Alliance, there is still uncertainty as to the permanence of any treaty.
Good.
Treaties are just paper and Warchiefs are just people. The Grim do not follow people, nor do they follow papers. They follow ideals. The Mandate. Peace may be written out, but it will not last. It will be just as flimsy and delicate as the paper it is written upon. The wretched Alliance will plot against the Horde and take what is not theirs. The flames of war are not yet quenched. Another spark can set off an inferno.
Reaching for his hearthstone, Awatu gave an order for all Grim to hear:
"The leadership of the Horde is in disarray. Our favor is waning, but we are not through yet. Be still and observe. Though the Horde and Alliance may once again seek a peace agreement, we shall not allow it to stand in the way of the Mandate. Our mission persists. We do not answer to leadership of the Horde. We act with the Mandate. We do what must be done.
Peace through annihilation."
Awatu made his way to the edge of the city, to take flight towards Mulgore. He was curious what other Shu'halo thought of this matter.
Criers from the wall announced the news of the Banshee Queen's words and her sudden flight away from the gates. Swiftly, activity began to wash over the city as the gravity of the situation settled upon the dusty roads. The Warchief was gone. She had abandoned her position. She was without honor.
Within the chaos, Awatu stepped away from the roads, down one of the valleys of the Orcish stronghold. Honor meant little to the Shu'halo. His concern was more with the public opinion and the sway of the leaders. If Thrall and Baine continue their agendas, then they will likely seek a peace conference with the Alliance. Considering the burning of Teldrassil and the presence of the Kal'dorei and Gilneans within the Alliance, there is still uncertainty as to the permanence of any treaty.
Good.
Treaties are just paper and Warchiefs are just people. The Grim do not follow people, nor do they follow papers. They follow ideals. The Mandate. Peace may be written out, but it will not last. It will be just as flimsy and delicate as the paper it is written upon. The wretched Alliance will plot against the Horde and take what is not theirs. The flames of war are not yet quenched. Another spark can set off an inferno.
Reaching for his hearthstone, Awatu gave an order for all Grim to hear:
"The leadership of the Horde is in disarray. Our favor is waning, but we are not through yet. Be still and observe. Though the Horde and Alliance may once again seek a peace agreement, we shall not allow it to stand in the way of the Mandate. Our mission persists. We do not answer to leadership of the Horde. We act with the Mandate. We do what must be done.
Peace through annihilation."
Awatu made his way to the edge of the city, to take flight towards Mulgore. He was curious what other Shu'halo thought of this matter.