I am a Sunwalker.
The Light of the Sun guides my path, and I will be a beacon of protection and guidance to those I am sworn to protect. The strength of the Sun burns in my veins, and I will stand against all injustice and evil!
The Undead are an abomination on this world, and I am sworn to eradicate them. Their very existence offends not only my sworn duty but also the lore of my people. The world mourns their aberration, and their desecration of life wounds the Earth Mother. I will cleanse the world of their unclean…sed kind.
Except for the Forsaken. They have this sweet racial mount that I can buy if they like me enough. Who needs a blinged out Kodo when I can pretend to be a Death Knight? Rrarr! Here comes the steel plated cow on a spindle-legged dead horse! Oh, and Sylvanas is totally hot. No rot on that girl, just sweet, sweet leather armor in all the right places.
Er, not that I’d know. Tauren, remember. Right, Tauren. Big, furry cowdudes.
You’re sure I’m not a Tuskarr or something? Y’know, a neutral sort of guy who can hang with the Human and Dwarf Paladins? I mean, those twiggy prancing Blood Elves stink of weird arcane magics and didn’t exactly come by the Paladinny ways by, y’know, honorable means. I could probably break one of ‘em in half anyway.
Can I at least go rogue and join the Argent Crusade? Go hang with my Paladin brethren and wipe out the Scourge that always seem to come back? Oh, it’s just an NPC club, right. I can be Exalted in their eyes, but never a member. “Exalted” must not mean what I think it means. It’s probably like “graduating” from the third grade.
OK, right! Buck up cowboy! I’m a champion of justice and tempered responses to evil! Cairne was a wise leader we should all revere, the Grimtotems are jerks, and the Horde needs our leadership in these times of trial and confusion. My people are dwindling and staring a racial twilight in the face, do I go out quietly or try to leave the world a better place?
Er, but who’s this Garish Hellscream guy again? The one who killed Cairne? (Sorta… axes don’t kill people, angry orcs with Grimtotem-poisoned axes kill people… and was the stupid Spirit Healer on a smoke break or something when he went down? What the heck, etherial angel thing?) Son of a demon-tainted warmonger? Fel-flavored sunburned fashion victim? Racist, er, speciesist? I mean, he doesn’t let Trolls into Orgrimmer-than-before anymore, and they have always been faithful Hordies, right? I mean, the ones that aren’t cannibals and psychotic voodoo wonks that attack anyone on sight, anyway.
…Tauren are Hordies still, right?
And why am I playing Horde, again?
For the North!
…yeah, that’s got a nice ring to it. There’s still plenty of Scourge up there, too.
Ed: Yes, this is tongue in cheek. Sylvanas totally isn’t my type.