This fanfic is based on 
Vice Guide to North Korea, directed by Shane Smith of VBS TV. I tried to reflect his perspective on NK onto the blood elves in World of Warcraft. (C) Blizzard.
Java Peppers' Guide to Quel'Thalas III
A fuda taithon onne elwy anu Belore! Mendil d'anu Sin'scothar!
translation from video recording: "All children of the blood among all creatures are the Sun's gift to the world. In respect to our creator, the sin'dorei have built shrines, temples, and grand halls dedicated to the Sun. At each of these consecrated establishments, sin'dorei will take fellowship with the elightened and eachother as they reach out to the Sun, and our ancestors on these holy grounds. The Grand Temple of the Sun is the largest, and most beautiful hall all of Quel'thalas has ever seen. It can be seen as far as twenty miles. Mountains do not compare to the marvel and piety of this grand fortress nor its occupants who work day and night to keep all sin'dorei one with the Sun.
To ensure the peace and piety, the sin'dorei are always being watched over by the red guards, Sin'Death Army, the holy paladins, and by the Sun's spirit fighters in the Aklaeros, such as the Teradi'Sisko, the Sun's great crusading sisters who maintain a constant vigilant patrol over their fellow sin'dorei, and will mete out the Sun's holy word and wrath on sin'dorei who fall astray of the teachings of the Sun, and the Sin'Scothar Dynasty…"
Religion in Quel'thalas is extreme to the power of 10,000. They are so strict that they make islamic sharia law look like the lack of legislation that allowed for the sexual revolution in the 1960's. They are even a thousand times more extreme than the Imperium's ecclesiarchy, which was the brutal religious enforcement arm. The Blood Elves' religious institution, the Fol Aklaerus, is a hell of alot more extreme.
On top of the 30-million strong army that threaten to invade the rest of Azeroth; on top of the 8-million strong armies of death knights and rogues that terrorize Azeroth hunting down defectors, refugees, and outborns, the Fol Aklaerus has a massive total force of 60, dedicated hyperviolent zealot militants who can freely go around Quel'thalas, terrorizing, murdering blood elves for so little a crime such as stuttering during a hymn, coughing near a shrine, and so forth. The Teradi Sisko, this army of religiously insane warrior sisters, the FA's best known force and main armed component, scour the country, doing purity checks on blood elves of all ranks of society, from the highest nobles and generals right down to undead slaves. Undead slaves are checked for their purity with the Sun. And anyone who is deemed unpure, and therefore a criminal, they are subject to unimaginable torture. The accounts from blood elves who escaped from there, and the Silver Covenant's rogues who prowl the country spying on blood elves tell of the nastiest horrors ever witnessed in the entire history of Azeroth. And it's all in the name of religion.
After we left the air station, all messed up from breathing too much oxygen, soaking up arcane rays, popping elixir pills and being jabbed with like 50 vaccine needles, the blood elves took us in this hovering crystal car all the way from Silvermoon on a six hour road trip. We arrived in the evening at their temple of the sun. the grand one was just outside Silvermoon, but the priests accompanying us said we were too dirty and impure to be anywhere near there so they drive us for hundreds of miles through the country side. They had us blindfolded for the whole way there, and Gal was explaining to us how we didnt deserve to see the marvel of Quel'thalas just yet.
When we got there, our minders pulled us out of the car, still blindfolded and took us into this religious temple, and put us in this room and had us kneel on our knees in silence, and they kept barking words of prayer at us, and we repeated as instructed. This went on for hours. Paladins were watching us, ready to smash our heads in if we got sleepy, etc.
We sat there in front of this gigantic altar of some angel-like entity that was a cross between Angemon and Kael'thas Sunstrider, repeating words, citing whole phrases, all in Thalassian, not that we knew what we were talking about and rehearsing this big oath of loyalty and piety they had us recite later. Other blood elves coming and going sat in this meditation room, often sitting in silence. Then a priest or somebody would come in and shout the words, "Laulaa'virsi' and everyone would start singing.
Amy and I were beyond dead tired from that point on, and to keep us awake and singing and praying out loud, they sparked us a little, just a pinch of searing pain.
Then after what seemed like forever, we memorized this long oath of loyalty, we each recited it to some priest and they removed our blindfolds. Next came the 'babptising'- we were stripped naked and submerged in this glowing radiactive liquid that tasted and reeked worse than ammonia, and forced to lie flat on these ceramic boards and tied down. It was really freaky. I thought we were gonna be killed as sacrifieces or something, and next, we were beamed by these colums of blinding light, brighter than the Sun for a good minute, and it hurt like hell from head to toe, and after, we were sunburned.
After the sunburning, they put heavy robes on us and forced us to our knees in front of the high priest of that church and cited some other oath, while getting sparked in the ass at the same time. Next, they force us to drink these vials of this nasty stuff that tasted like Buckley's cough medicine and Tobasco hot sauce and before we could react to the intense burning sensation of the spices, I passed out.
Next came a shitload of dreams all mixed together, most of them nightmares of blood elves killing us, and even though Gal, our tourguide, explained to us what happens to those made into undead slaves, some blood elf psychic implanted a horrendus nightmare of the process. It started out with blood elves killing us with swords and spells, then some sort of blood-draining/ mummification process and then being pumped full of these chemicals and mixtures, and I thought this was for real, I mean they made it so painfully realistic the nightmare of being killed and converted into undead. and we got a nightmarish glimpse of what its like to be undead everyday, doing hard labor, and subject to the pain and agony of being tortured and being ripped apart, and still not dying for good. It was a terrifying trip and I knew that blood elves, I don't know, warlocks, or shadow priests, or maybe apothecaries or alchemists through whatever means were hacking into my brain, and literally tearing my mind apart, ripping off the strips to the core that make you you. It was not at all fun, and I hope never to go through that again.
I woke up from that nightmare, paralyzed as they injected me with shit while I was sleeping. I was blind, couldn't see, scared shit less like you wouldn't believe, and I hear Gal's voice whisper in my ear in Thalassian, about that's what would happen for real if we broke our oath of loyalty to the regime and the Sun. I heard Amy crying, and a priest leaning over her with another large needle, and I cringed when I heard the priest clamp her mouth and muffle her scream.
we were surrounded by robed undead elf slaves and robotic like arcane constructs, all acting as servitors to the priests and other blood elves around the room.
Again we were put to sleep with no nightmares this time, and when we woke up, blood elves were all happy saying we had been 'purified'. Being horribly psionically violated was more like it. So, of course, I'm woken up by Gal literally grabbing me by the arm and pulling me out of the mat I was on, till I was standing on my feet, same with Amy, and we were back in our green extra-national robes again, and they hurried us out to the car. On the way out, right when we got outside, our guards forced us to get down on our knees and pray and thank the Sun for the ultimate privelege of being in Quel'thalas and seeing the glory of everything and everyone here.We were still de-combobulated from the whole ordeal, and it took a massive headache from a warlock's spell and fear of undeath to put us right and do the prayers properly.
and with that, having being mentally bent- I was bent, Amy on the other hand was broken, her spirit broken and literally put through a blender, we got into the car and as Gal said it, we 'began our new lives in Quel'thalas.'
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again, i wrote this at work when nobody was looking.