Lok'tar ogar! Victory or death - it is these words that bind me to the Horde. For they are the most sacred and fundamental of truths to any warrior of the Horde.
I give my flesh and blood freely to the Warchief. I am the instrument of my Warchief's desire. I am a weapon of my Warchief's command.
From this moment until the end of days I live and die - For the Horde!
The Horde was my second family. They saved my people was certain death, and Thrall became our hero. My hero. He gave life to a tribe on the brink of destruction.
I took that oath, even carved the insignia into my arm with my own blade to show how much I loved Thrall and appreciated his generosity. When they said "blood oath", I took things literally. I gave my blood for the Horde.
I ran into battle and screamed "Lok'tar ogar!" until I couldn't feel my throat any longer, and it hurt to breathe. I served on almost all fronts, and became a near legend in the Eye of the Storm and the Warsong Gulch.
Alliance pigs heard the name Vol Darkspear and began to shake in their boots.
What happened to that past? Did it all leave when my father took it from me? When he sapped the last bit of it out of me?
Yes, it did. Your past is dead, Vol'rokh. ROKH: end of something. Vol'rokh: the end of Vol.
I still love the Horde. I always will.
But they betrayed me when they spat on me as I returned.
I wish I could be loved by the people again. They hate me for what my father did to me.
They hate me for because I'm a Troll. They hate me because I am blue. They hate me because I am a Darkspear. They hate me because I am me. They hate me because I don't care what they think. They hate me because I was loyal to a human. They hate me because I was their enemy. They hate me because I look more like the Scourge than the Horde. They hate me because I killed their families. They hate me because I am loyal to them still, even after they began to hate me. They hate me because I don't give up.
They hate me for being me.
My family hates me.
I love them nonetheless.