Echo of Baine

Enraged by his failure to protect the world and, most importantly, the Horde, this time-ravaged shade of Baine Bloodhoof lingers within the ruins of the Obsidian Dragonshrine. Although he's still as powerful as the tauren high chieftain from the present, within this shattered future Azeroth, this guilt-ridden echo is little more than a discordant vessel of unquenchable malice and anger.



Image of Nozdormu says: The undying flames are all that remain of this sacred place. I sense much anger here...a seething rage, barely held in check. Be on your guard.

Echo of Baine yells: You! Are you the ones responsible for what has happened here...?

Echo of Baine yells: What dark horrors have you wrought in this place? By my ancestors' honor, I shall take you to task!

Echo of Baine yells: A just punishment!

Echo of Baine yells: My wrath knows no bounds!

Echo of Baine yells: Suffer for your arrogance!

Echo of Baine yells: There will be no escape!

Echo of Baine yells: This is the price you pay!

Echo of Baine yells: Where... is this place? What... have I done? Forgive me, my father...

Baine: Sylvanas!

Baine: What reason could you possibly have for this madness?!

Sylvanas: Derek Proudmoore was a hero to the Kul Tirans.

Sylvanas: They are sure to stage a rescue attempt when they learn of his fate.

Sylvanas: And once his mind has been properly conditioned, we will allow the Proudmoores to recover their long-lost prince...

Sylvanas: ... so he can slaughter them in their sleep.

Baine: This is too far!

Baine: How many times must we forsake our honor?

Sylvanas: There can be only victory or death for us, Baine.

Sylvanas: And death is mine to master.

"I cannot fault Baine's heart, even if his actions were drastic. Through this act of defiance, he exposed a schism in the Horde that has been growing since the attack on Teldrassil.

I fear that by openly opposing Sylvanas, he may have put his own people at risk. As mine would be, were I to side with him.

These are perilous times. We must be cautious... and deliberate."

"You see what happened to Baine? To Zelling? That's why we need to lay low, keep our heads down, follow the warchief's lead. At least for now.

Baine's mistake wasn't acting against Sylvanas. His mistake was acting too soon."

Echo of Jaina

The tormented fragment of Jaina Proudmoore has been split and infused within the shattered pieces of her staff. To restore balance to the timeways, this echo must be defeated. However, the devastating magical power possessed by the once-proud ruler of Theramore is hardly lost to her time-havocked spectre. In this future Azeroth, she is only divided, and waiting...



Image of Nozdormu says: This is all that is left of the Blue Dragonshrine. A great battle shattered the timewaves leading out of this forsaken place. You must reconstruct the fragments strewn across the ground and defeat the trapped spirit to proceed.

Echo of Jaina says: I don't know who you are, but I'll defend this shrine with my life. Leave, now, before we come to blows.

Echo of Jaina yells: A little ice ought to quench the fire in your hearts...

Echo of Jaina yells: I hate resorting to violence.

Echo of Jaina yells: Perhaps this will cool your heads...

Echo of Jaina yells: Why won't you give up?!

Echo of Jaina yells: You asked for it.

Echo of Jaina yells: You forced my hand.

Echo of Jaina yells: I didn't want to do that.

Echo of Jaina yells: I wish you'd surrendered.

Echo of Jaina says: I understand, now. Farewell, and good luck.

Echo of Sylvanas

Spawned from shattered timeways and cloistered within the Ruby Dragonshrine, a maddened fragment of the Forsaken's leader, Sylvanas Windrunner, waits restlessly. Having lost everything and unable to find peace, this tormented echo aches for a chance to unleash her dark fury at anything still living within these barren, time-twisted wastes.



Image of Nozdormu says: This is where she stood, heroes, and this is where she fell. The time-lost echo of Sylvanas Windrunner will reverberate through the rotting limbs of the Dragonshrine for all eternity.

Echo of Sylvanas yells: Another band of Deathwing's converts? I'll be sure your death is especially painful.

Echo of Sylvanas yells: And so ends your story.

Echo of Sylvanas yells: Cry havoc!

Echo of Sylvanas yells: Watch, heathens, as death surrounds you!

Echo of Sylvanas yells: This... isn't how it's supposed to... end.



Sylvanas stepped back, the wind whipping her hair and snapping her frayed cloak. The memories of who she had been and what she had become closed a knot in her stomach, and she moved now to unravel it. No more would she be the vengeful leader of a mongrel race of rotted corpses. Her work was done, and her long-denied reward awaited her. Longing for that forgotten bliss, she allowed herself to fall backward from the top of Icecrown Citadel. The wind rushed past her, a growing wail. The pinnacle, and the silent Val'kyr at its peak, disappeared…



Her body burst on the saronite stones below with a crushing finality.



She saw only darkness.



And then she felt—truly felt, for the first time in a long while. She recoiled. In agony.



Here she was, her spirit once again feeling whole, only to feel it suffer. To feel once more, only to feel abject pain. Cold. Hopelessness.



Fear.



There were others in the darkness. Things she didn't recognize, because nothing so terrible could exist in the world of the living. Claws tore at her, but she had no mouth with which to scream. Eyes looked at her, but she couldn't look back.



Sylvanas ascends towards the sky, pulling all of her enemies below her. Her calling then summons eight Risen Ghouls in a circle around Sylvanas. A shadowy link forms between each ghoul, and the area behind each ghoul fills with shadows. The ghouls then march mindlessly towards Sylvanas. When a Risen Ghoul reaches Sylvanas, it performs the Sacrifice spell.

Echo of Tyrande

Once the leader of the night elves and High Priestess of Elune, this time-twisted fragment of Tyrande Whisperwind now wanders the wastes of the desolate future of Azeroth. Enveloped in a perpetual midnight, she has all but lost sight of the comforting light of Elune.



Image of Nozdormu says: There is an unnatural darkness to this place, a perpetual midnight. Take caution, heroes, and do not stray from the light.

Echo of Tyrande says: There is nothing left for you here, nothing but death and sorrow.

Echo of Tyrande says: The darkness surrounds you, the light of Elune is your only salvation.

Echo of Tyrande says: The moonlight can bring rest to your weary souls in this forgotten place.

Echo of Tyrande says: Give yourselves to the night, Elune will guide you from this mortal prison.

Echo of Tyrande says: You have chosen a path of darkness. Mother moon, guide my hand; allow me to bring rest to these misbegotten souls.

Echo of Tyrande says: Let the peaceful light of Elune soothe your souls in this dark time.

Echo of Tyrande yells: Eyes of night, pierce this darkness!

Echo of Tyrande yells: Spear of Elune, drive back the night!

Echo of Tyrande yells: Moon goddess, your light dims! I am lost without your guidance!

Echo of Tyrande yells: The darkness closes in...my vision is clouded...

Echo of Tyrande yells: Mother moon, I can no longer see your light! Your daughter is alone in the darkness!

Echo of Tyrande yells: Elune guide you through the night.

Echo of Tyrande says: I can...see the light of the moon...so clearly now. It is...beautiful...



Maiev Shadowsong says: Legends say that long ago, Elune bestowed her fury upon our greatest warriors to secure Kalimdor.

Maiev Shadowsong says: In a sacred ritual, the strongest among them became her avatar--the Night Warrior. Our victory was swift.

Maiev Shadowsong says: None who have attempted the ritual since then have survived. Elune's raw power tears them apart.

Influence of N'Zoth

N'Zoth: The hour is close at hand.

N'Zoth: That which was sunken shall rise.

N'Zoth: All that were sleeping... shall be awakened.

N'Zoth: Receive my gift and see all truths before you.