Quotes from World of Warcraft (Page 2)

To ask why we fight is to ask why leaves fall - it is in their nature. Perhaps there is a better question: Why do we fight? To protect home and family, to preserve balance and bring harmony. For my kind the true question is: What is worth fighting for?

It was power I sought... but not to conquer or rule. It was a means to an end, to save Azeroth from an unstoppable foe.

Pain. Agony. My hatred burns through the cavernous deeps. The world heaves with my torment. Its wretched kingdoms quake beneath my rage. But at last the whole of Azeroth will break and all will burn beneath the shadow of my wings!

Tell them only that the Lich King is dead and that Bolvar Fordragon, died with him! Now go - leave this place and never return!

The world of the living can no longer comfort me. Place the crown upon my head, Tirion! Forever more, I will be the jailer of the damned.

Without its masters command the restless Scourge will become an even greater threat to this world. Control must be maintained. There must always be a Lich King.

Come in all your power and glory! For in the final hour, all must serve the one true king.

Four years have passed since the mortal races banded together and stood united against the might of the Burning Legion. Though Azeroth was saved, the tenuous pact between the Horde and the Alliance has all but evaporated. The drums of war thunder once again.

Thrall: "I left that life behind. I'm no one's savior. I will not lead the Horde."
Varok: "I didn't ask. But I hoped you would at least fight for it."

Zekhan: "This be my first battle. What should I do?"
Varok: "Don't die."
Zekhan: "Yes, of course, but... if I do fall, may it be with honor."
Varok: "There will be no glory today. Only pain."

I do not rely on strength alone, Garrosh, my power is all around you.

Varok: "We could not fill the chasm between the Horde and Alliance if we labored a thousand years. You know this."
Anduin: "Then what are we fighting for?"

Vol'jin: "Death will claim me soon."
Sylvanas: "In the end, death claims us all. But the Horde will live on."

All who challenge me will burn in the fires of my hatred!

I have never trusted you, Sylvanas. Nor would I have ever imagined in our darkest time that you would be da one to save us. Da spirits have granted me clarity, a vision, dey whisper a name. Many will not undastand. But you must step out of da shadows and lead. You must be Warchief.

I am willing to end this bloodshed. But know this, if your Horde fails to uphold honor, as Garrosh did, we will end you!

My son, a terrible darkness has returned to our world. As before, it seeks to annihilate everything that we hold dear. I go to face it, knowing I may not return. All my life I have lived by the sword. I've seen kingdoms burn, and watched brave heroes die in vain. It's been difficult for me to trust after losing so much. But from you I have learned patience, tolerance, and faith. Anduin, I now believe as you do, that peace is the noblest aspiration. But to preserve it, you must be willing to fight!

You will be remembered as the king who sacrificed his life for nothing.

Once before, you and I stood side by side on the slopes of Mount Hyjal. That World Tree did not fall because the Horde and the Alliance worked together.

My son, the day you were born, the very forests of Lordaeron whispered the name... Arthas. My child, I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of righteousness. Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength, and I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power. But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end, you shall be King.

The Horde needs its true Warchief now, more than ever.

Terenas: "No king rules forever, my son."
Arthas: "I see... only darkness before me."

We wage war while the Earth Mother dies. We have forgotten what truly matters, and my heart can bear it no longer.

No one, not even a king, is more important than the Alliance.

We bled. Now, we heal. We mourned. Now, we celebrate. For the Horde!

Look around you, this world is dying. I can't have limits!

The moonlight can bring rest to your weary souls in this forgotten place.

The darkness surrounds you, the light of Elune is your only salvation.

There is nothing left for you here, nothing but death and sorrow.

Blood and thunder, champions of the Horde! We fight on this day for our fallen brothers and sisters! Mourn them not for they all died with honor in their hearts! Though we face great conflict, our might combined shall obliterate those who would oppose us! The grave injustices committed against the Horde will be met by an unstoppable force of reckoning!

The light is holding you back. It's time to forge your own path.

At those times when I faced doubt, I held true to one constant. One anchor. You. You have always embodied the best of Azeroth, Tyrande.

The road ahead will be long. Whatever comes, bring honor to the name... Stormrage.