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This night the peace of Stormwind was broken.
I sat in my city, feeding the hungry, defending the weak... when the silence was broken.
The alarms sounded, screaming in the night.
Horde, at our gates, numerous... unforgiving.
I mounted my steed and flew to the front lines, calling for the aid of The Alliance, and to my side they came.
My brothers, my sisters, fought tooth and nail, their wounds grevious, my heals potent.
In mere minutes the dust settled... and The Horde were defeated.
This night, The Champion of Ysondre was here.
This night, you fell.
I, Harrowmont, Champion of Ysondre, deny you.
My good man, Harrowmont, I did notice the /bow or /salute that you gave me at the gates of Stormwind, but alas I was dead.
/bow to you
Some of us undead get hungry and need to feed. Selfishly, we recruit those sworn to hatred for the Alliance just for a meal....I did see Ghostin making some strange gestures out past your graveyard after the last battle. This was probably because he was still recovering from the cerebral damage moments earlier.
lets do this again.
PS, Holy - YOU CRACK ME UP.
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