Greetings noble heroes of the Alliance and wretched scum of the Horde,
I am writing you this letter to inform you that I, High General Turalyon, Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces and heir to the Lion of Azeroth, Lord Anduin Lothar, am alive and well.
For nigh on three decades I have commanded a handful of the finest of the Alliance, fighting my way from world to world in the Twisting Nether. Legions lay dead beneath our feet, and legions more will suffer the same fate before we draw our last breaths. We suffer losses, but there's nothing like a fresh reminder of our blessed mortality to keep our spirits up. Praised be the Light!
I have dispatched my finest runner through a portal, with hopes that she shall reach you safely and the letter unspoiled and sealed. There is dire news for the leaders of our world; things are not what they appear within the Burning Legion, and dark days are looming. I trust none as I trust the one who carries this letter. Make haste and introduce her to your King. He will know her by the name Alleria, Alleria Windrunner.
For Lothar!
For the King!
Glory to the Alliance!
Azeroth faithful,
High General Turalyon