“The clergy of the Light has ‘returned’ to the Forsaken the prisoners of war. All along the coast you can see their remains floated upon the edge of the time, scattered along the shore where they were dumped. The seagulls and vultures had fed so much that they can not fly, and the murlocs have fled the stench.
These were men, and women, a collective of civilians who were easily captured and taken in a state of being unarmed and unarmored – their homes razed.
The living as as often as monstrous as we, though they claim their path is somehow righteous. This is a sight that needs to be seen first hand. -B”