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8.3 Blood War Epilogue - Horde - IGC

Anduin: The armistice is signed. At long last, the Fourth War is over.

Tyrande: No. Not while the Black Moon still cries out for vengeance. Not until the Horde has answered for its treachery.

Anduin: Further bloodshed will not bring back the fallen. We must renew our hope and forge a future for those who survived.

Tyrande: And when the next warchief musters an army, will hope save you if it is Stormwind that burns?

Anduin: I know it's difficult to trust, but there are signs of change within the Horde.

Anduin: In place of a warchief, there is now a council led by Baine, Thrall, and the others. I believe they can--

Tyrande: Your faith is naive, lion son. I will sign no treaty unless it is written in the Banshee's blood!

Genn: There is truth in her words, Anduin.

Genn: Peace may be on the table today, but soon enough the Horde will sound their drums and march for war.

Genn: When that day comes, no scrap of parchment will hold them back.

Anduin: The path to peace will not be easy, and not all will choose to walk it.

Anduin: But this is the only way to build a better future. I believe it will work, Genn.

Anduin: It has to.

Shandris: You spoke harshly to King Anduin, Tyrande. The kaldorei can ill afford to shun the Alliance. They have provided aid and comfort to us in these dark times.

Tyrande: The young king is foolish to trust our enemies. Harsh words should be the least of his fears.

Shandris: The Banshee Queen no longer leads the Horde. Those who do seem more inclined toward peace than war.

Tyrande: If the wolf is rabid, it matters not who rides it. Sooner or later, the beast will bare its fangs.

Shandris: You are dearest to my heart, Tyrande. I beg you, let go of the Black Moon's rage and embrace the mother's light once again. I could not bear to lose you to darkness.

Tyrande: Know this. My hunger for vengeance will not be sated so long as Sylvanas Windrunner remains free--and until I know why Elune abandoned her children.

Shandris: Tyrande! Do not say such--

Tyrande: I will tarry no longer in this city of men. Let us leave for the boughs of Nordrassil.

Tyrande: From there we will dispatch the Sentinels to every corner of Azeroth. Let no one rest until the Banshee is found!

Lor'themar: The Alliance has sent word. They have agreed to the armistice. This bitter war is finally over.

Baine: At last we can begin to heal our wounded Earth Mother... and the wounded Horde as well.

Lor'themar: One question remains. Who will serve as warchief? Perhaps, you, Thrall, would--

Thrall: No. I told Saurfang I would not lead the Horde again.

Thrall: But perhaps the question is not who will become warchief... but whether there should be one at all.

Lor'themar: Though the Horde has changed through the years--for good or ill--our people have always looked to a warchief to guide us forward.

Baine: That legacy must end. The war nearly cost us everything. There is no place for a warchief in a time of peace.

Thrall: It is true--the Horde has changed. Our ranks have grown, and new voices have stepped forth to lead.

Thrall: This is what makes us strong. All of us, building a new future--together.



Rokhan: Since da death of Vol'jin, da Darkspear been lookin' ta me ta guide dem.

Rokhan: I been fightin' for dem a long, long time... but dat don't mean I deserve ta be deir chieftain.

Baine: I felt much the same when my father died. It happened suddenly, and I feared that I was unprepared to take his place.

Baine: But I was ready, just as you are. You proved that in Zuldazar and at Stromgarde. The Darkspear have faith in you, and so do I.

Rokhan: Heh. Ya best be stoppin' da flattery, Baine, before it be goin' ta me head.

Rokhan: But... da Darkspear do be needin' a leader. A voice on da council. And if it gotta be me... den it be me.

Baine: Trust your judgment, Rokhan. It has led you this far.

Rokhan: It be havin' a lotta help. From da Darkspear, from da loa... and from da Horde.



Lor'themar: Thank you again for leading our forces in Nazjatar alongside me, Thalyssra. Your insight and courage were key to our victory.

First Arcanist: It was an honor, Lor'themar. I am relieved the war is finally over. Now you have no excuse to refuse my invitation to visit Suramar.

Lor'themar: Well, uh... I have been away from Silvermoon for some time. No doubt my people require--

First Arcanist: Halduron has assured me that Quel'Thalas is quite secure. And Rommath said that if you put up a fuss, he will teleport you to the Nighthold himself.

Lor'themar: It seems my closest allies are conspiring against me!

First Arcanist: Would it really take a conspiracy for you to spend time alone with me?

Lor'themar: No, my lady. It would be my pleasure.

First Arcanist: A suitably chivalrous answer, Regent Lord. There may be hope for you yet! Perhaps I can even teach you to relish the... simpler joys of life.

Lor'themar: Perhaps you can, First Arcanist. Perhaps you can.

First Arcanist: I will accept, if you will stand by my side, as counselor... and friend.

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