By Brad Cook
Regwyn, Human Paladin (Alliance)
My Dearest Katelyn:
I humbly offer my apologies for not placing quill on parchment sooner. During these past few months I have witnessed many strange and wondrous sights and slain hordes of hideous beasts. My training continues apace, however, so do not fret that I am unable to hold my own. Even the Blackrock orcs fall easily under my mace, its bone-crushing blows enhanced by my Seal of Righteousness.
Also among my brethren have I won considerable respect. Just yesterday I was in Lakeshire when a wily Night Elf rogue named Peterco overheard me telling a fellow follower of the Light that I now feel the strength of 100 oxen coursing through my veins, thanks to the lessons of Lord Grayson Shadowbreaker. Peterco laughed at that utterance, so I challenged him to a duel and pounded his weak leather armor with my mace until he kneeled and asked mercy of me, which I granted.
I bear little trust in rogues, who engage in shadowy activities in that gloomy area of Stormwind known as Old Town. So when Peterco introduced me to a comrade named Prille, I questioned his motives. He assured me, however, that a friendly relationship with this woman shall bear many blessed returns, so I conferred with her near the Lakeshire stables.
Prille told me of a place called Alterac Valley, where the Orc clan known as the Frostwolves lived an existence unknown to many until the Dwarven Stormpike Expedition arrived. Now the two continuously engage in fierce battles, aided on both sides by many powerful members of the Horde and the Alliance.
For hours Prille regaled me with tales of this immense battleground. Guards on both sides man towers from which they rain showers of arrows on opposing forces. During one battle, a druid on the Alliance side summoned an immense Ancient of War that lay waste to all Horde combatants in its path. And nestled within the mountains lie the lairs of Ice Trolls, whose treasure far surpasses any I have seen yet during my travels.
Finally, Prille stood and revealed her greatest reward: a leather girdle possessed of magical powers. Twas the most wondrous belt I have seen; its fine material glimmered with a soft sheen in the light of our fire. She told me that I too could earn a similar reward, once I am powerful enough to aid the Alliance forces in Alterac Valley. I pledged my devotion to the cause and then she was gone, slipping into the shadows with such ease that she simply could have vanished before my eyes.
I shall write more when I can. May the Light bless you and our newborn son.
Lt. General Murallah, Orc Warrior (Horde)
Lord Thrall, I send more good news from the Barrens. The Horde has made progress against the vile Silverwing Night Elves of Ashenvale forest. Our Warsong mill rumbles day and night, processing the lumber harvested from the forest. Alliance forces launched an assault to drive us from the land, but I and our Undead and Troll allies held fast, forcing them to retreat.
After I finished wiping the last blood off my sword, I mounted my Black War Wolf and led my group to Morshan Base Camp. There, Captain Shatterskull tasked me with entering Warsong Gulch to defeat Alliance soldiers and earn marks of honor. My success crushing many waves of enemies brought me improved standing with the Warsong Outriders. My victory also impressed their supply officer, Kelm Hargunth, who opened his supply of powerful equipment to me.
With the situation under control in the northern Barrens, I embarked on a Goblin Zeppelin at Orgrimmar and traveled to the Eastern Kingdoms, where a place called Gurabashi Arena has been discovered south of Gromgol. As one day rolls to the next, a strange event happens and repeats every three hours: a pirate drops a laden chest into the center of the arena. The first to open it receives its spoils. I watched one such free-for-all before muscling my way in to collect the next chest for myself.
After I have explored the whole of Stranglethorn Vale, I will return to Orgrimmar and share with you the spoils of war. For the Horde!