|Affiliation(s)||Kingdom of Quel'Thalas|
Ramao was a high elf who survived the Scourge invasion of Quel'Thalas. He wanted to send a letter to his wife Melena but never managed to do it as he was presumably killed when he tried to stop Prince Kael'thas and his blood elves from burning the forest.
I fear this may be the last time I will write to you. As I am sure you have heard, the Scourge attacked Quel'Thalas. It is horrible. The land is destroyed. The undead killed… they killed so many. I was lucky -I hid in a basement and used my magical skills to conceal myself. When I emerged, it was into a world of corpses. Elves were rent, their limbs scattered, so much blood….
I am sorry. You do not need to know all the gruesome details.
For a time I despaired of ever seeing another living elf, but a few others also survived the assault. Although sad, they were also… angry. Vengeful. Different, somehow. They have lost too much, as have I. I have lost much, and yet… I feel that in addition to my home and my family and my kingdom, I have lost something truly profound and ineffable. I do not know what it is, but I feel… adrift without it. Muddled. Edgy.
I do not know if I am making any sense.
The surviving elves frighten me, Melena. They no longer call themselves high elves. You remember Prince Kael'Thas? He leads the elves now, being the last elf of noble birth. He calls his people “blood elves,” supposedly in homage of the dead. I am glad they no longer think of themselves as high elves, for they certainly are not. Melena, they plan to raze the forest -all of it! “We will not let the Scourge enjoy their plunder!” declares Kael'Thas. Travesty! I will try to stop this folly, but I doubt that I will be successful. These blood elves are crazed, manic, inflamed by vengeance and fueled by this unnamable need that seethes within our consciousness. They will go on with their plans despite my efforts. They may even try to slay me. Yet I will do what I can.
If I never see you again, Melena, I hope you will dream of me at times.
Your loving husband,