<span style="color: #0000ff">"we were a savage, brutal people long before the Scourge started sweeping across Northrend... but try to imagine the effects of years of being besieged by the undead, being under constant, unending attack. now imagine how desperate for survival that would make you as it went on for years and years. one by one our spirits and our gods failed us and were sacrificed on the pyre of survival, then our own people were sacrificed for the power to survive, first the elderly and the disabled. then we started sacrificing children, any boy who wouldn't grow up to be a warrior, any girls who wouldn't grow up to be strong breeders or if food was expected to be scarce even more girls would be thrown on the pyre... eventually even adults weren't safe. can you imagine any of that? imagine that our child hatches and it's a girl who won't make a good breeder and knowing you will have to throw her alive and screaming into a fire. my people did this without hesitation because those who resisted would themselves me thrown on that fire with their child and anyone you know would turn you in if they caught you raising a 'sacrifice baby' as they came to be called. by the end my people were a bunch of screaming fanatics, more hellbent then the Scarlet crusade ever was, our ancestors wouldn't have even recognized us... when the sacrifice orders came down i was a young hunter, six months later the High Priest called me to the temple, they stripped me naked and inspected my body. they decided i would bear strong sons, they sold me to a warrior to be his breeder and when i argued i was given two choices, submit or face the fire. i said i would submit, i went with my new 'mate' and slit his throat after he raped me. i went to my parents for protection but they tried to turn me in, i escaped and fled, filled with hatred and the pain of betrayal and that is when i first heard Arthas' voice... he helped me find a minor breach in the defenses, he guided me past all the Scourge encampments and lured me to him on the promise of revenge."</span>she shook her head and frowned.<span style="color: #0000ff">"i regret killing the children... i regret killing the women who may have been like me, forced into this by mad men... but i do not regret ramming my blade into the chests of the men who stripped me of everything i ever wanted and tried to make me a brood mare."</span>she smirked a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #0000ff">"dear, Ashia can't fuck a Gnome, that egg you laid is bigger then a Gnome." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>