I write this letter to you on the Eve of Winter’s Veil, with hope that it makes its way to you safely and without delay. My Guild has been quite busy as of late. And, with the chaos wrought upon us by Deathwing, we’ve not had much time for celebration.
United Defense has always been a bastion of good in the war-crazed nations of Azeroth. While such an outlook can sometimes make things difficult, the very fact we still stand is a testament to our devotion. We are blessed by the presence of many heroes within our ranks. Those that would stand to bring honor and justice to the streets of Stormwind and the branches of Darnassus. However, in the wake of destruction, times have become increasingly difficult.

Throughout the ages, we have witness the rise and fall of many other mighty guilds. Names such as Eternal, Holy War and Drunken Lords rush to the front of my thought. Some, have chosen a path of treachery and joined the Horde. While others have simply vanished, as if another realm had scooped them from their feet and claimed their soul. As such, the spirits of our brave warriors are at low. I ask of you but some small requests, for those who are deserving.

Ill begin with our leader, Hieronymous; A dwarf of unquestionable belief in our cause. He is a man with an unfortunate face, but a heart of Truegold. He has taken on an appreciation for small things recently. I once caught him staring longingly into the window of a tailor’s shop run by a nice Draenei girl. He took quite an interest in the native undergarments of Argus and the function of the hole designated their people’s tails. A gift of those would be most welcomed.

Quessir is a rogue of remarkable talent. I’ve known her to make a weapon of just about anything. Even your words. If there is one thing she lacks though, it’s daggers. I do think she needs some more. I once caught a glimpse into her personal bank stores. The number of daggers she had was just simply not enough. I’ve overheard her lamenting over daggers over heroic quality. Those would do nicely.

Conjeneratur. What do you wish for a man who can craft everything that whirls and wizzes with his two tiny Gnomish hands? The one thing he cannot craft for himself, sanity. He continues to astound me with each new device. But, I often times find myself worried for my own safety.

There are none more tolerant of others as Resjudicator. She is completely understanding of others shortcomings and is never short with anyone. Ever. She has the patience of a saint…or Priest. In the role that she plays on Azeroth, one is destined to repeat themselves many times. Many, many, times. This would drive most other mortals to the edge, but, Resjudicator pushes onward with a smile. Such a person would never accept a gift for themselves while others are suffering. So, instead, I wish only to assist her by requesting a large stack of pamphlets reading… “Please visit www.tankspot.com”.

I once heard of a species of Goretusk, which lived in a climate so cold that its entire body was already chilled when slain. There is a Paladin I know well that would make much use of pre-chilled Goretusks. He is what you would call an expert on all things swine. He owns a whole farm of the beasts in the forests of Elwynn. That’s why we call him Farmerdan.

Camaron is a human who you can really rely on to take a few hits for you. He has been doing it for years now. Yet, shows no scars for the time he spends in combat. Its truly amazing. In his off time, he is a collector. He’ll collect anything really. I donate various items to his collections on a regular basis actually. He isn’t picky. He would appreciate anything and everything. Lots of it. Often times, if I run out of room in my bags, ill just send some random treats off to him. The whole guild does it. Oh, and just a little tip from me…he very specifically likes it when stacks of items are sent one piece at a time. I hope that helps!

That brings me to Riley. Or, he used to be Riley. The poor soul thinks he is someone else every few months. To appease him, we are referring to him as “Apostate” currently. I once made the mistake of calling him “Veriant”, which was a past iteration of himself. He was quite upset. I was even naive enough to think he had recovered when I heard him utter the name Riley a few months back. I was wrong. It was “Reilee”. Apparently, there is a big difference. I wish for him only the best. And perhaps a vacation. I hear Loch Modan is nice this time of year.

Two of people that I have been spending a great deal of time with recently are Vahlanos and Supershock. I value each of them as guild members and fellow nation-men. However, during recent events, a squabble between the two broke out. I wont go into detail about the happenings, but I wish for them many Chaos Orbs apiece.

Unfortunately, my time is running short, and I must be off shortly. There are just so many people I wish to make mention of, but cannot. I would like to write about all of them, but I’m sure you already know what they want. After all, winter magic is the most powerful magic of all. I thank you for your time in consideration of all those who need their spirits lifted. I hope the season meets you well.

-Loremaster Rahnir, Recruitment Officer of United Defense

My goodness. In all of the thought that I lost myself in, I forgot to make a wish of my own. You see, as a hunter, I appreciate all of Elune’s great creatures. Keeping stables of wild animals in need of a home is the least I can do. Secretly though, I do enjoy collecting them. There are however, two openings needed to be filled. I’ve given this much thought in the past, and would really like a tiger and a raptor. Preferably in a size that would be mountable by a full-grown Night Elf male. Thank you.

MERRY CHRISTMAS UNITED DEFENSE!

*I referred to the gender of the character, not the person playing. Just to be clear.