[he could have dressed it up a little more, but the truth is the truth. He doesn't see any point in running from his sins.]
The Lich King created us, owned us, controlled us. He had power like unto a god. Our enslavement to his will was total. I felt nothing for the people I slew while I was in the Lich King's grasp, because everything that made me who I was did not exist. It was forcibly locked away, and I instead became an instrument of this wretched monster's designs.
[his voice grows hateful and bitter as he keeps speaking, rough with the memories. He takes another long swig from the bottle.]
The Scourge devastated Quel'thalas. They poisoned the Sunwell, the source of our strength, our magic. When Arthas--the Lich King's vessel--was done, only a small fraction of my people remained alive. And they-- [well, that was a story for another time. He stops, glaring at the ice, his free hand a clenched fist. He knows he hasn't fully answered the question, but he needs a minute. God, he hates Arthas. Even talking about him fills Koltira's mouth with rage.]
I died defending my homeland. I gave my life for my people, and then the Lich King used me--and many others--as a tool of his destruction.
But then there was a certain battle.
[he pauses for another drink. Man, he needs to get more of this stuff.]
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The Lich King created us, owned us, controlled us. He had power like unto a god. Our enslavement to his will was total. I felt nothing for the people I slew while I was in the Lich King's grasp, because everything that made me who I was did not exist. It was forcibly locked away, and I instead became an instrument of this wretched monster's designs.
[his voice grows hateful and bitter as he keeps speaking, rough with the memories. He takes another long swig from the bottle.]
The Scourge devastated Quel'thalas. They poisoned the Sunwell, the source of our strength, our magic. When Arthas--the Lich King's vessel--was done, only a small fraction of my people remained alive. And they-- [well, that was a story for another time. He stops, glaring at the ice, his free hand a clenched fist. He knows he hasn't fully answered the question, but he needs a minute. God, he hates Arthas. Even talking about him fills Koltira's mouth with rage.]
I died defending my homeland. I gave my life for my people, and then the Lich King used me--and many others--as a tool of his destruction.
But then there was a certain battle.
[he pauses for another drink. Man, he needs to get more of this stuff.]