February 2nd, 2010 by Hancu

A tegnap esti Arthas-mozi után jöjjenek a harc alatti hangfájlok, amiből elég sok mindenre lehet következtetni a harccal kapcsolatban. Spoiler alert természetesen, és a klikk mögött az EJ fórum lore-topicjának látogatói jóvoltából ott a szöveg írásban is.

Arthas: So… The Light’s flaunted(?) justice has finally arrived. Shall I lay down Frostmourne, and throw myself at your mercy, Fordring?
Tirion Fordring: We’ll grant you a swift death, Arthas. More than can be said for the thousands you’ve tortured and slain!
Arthas: You’ll learn of that first hand. When my work is complete… you will beg for mercy. And I will deny you.
Tirion Fordring: So be it. CHAMPIONS, ATTAACK!!!

Tirion Fordring: Light… grant me one final blessing… give me the strength… to shatter these bonds…

Tirion Fordring: NO MORE ARTHAS. NO MORE LIVES WILL BE CONSUMED BY YOUR HATRED.
Arthas: I’ll keep you alive, to witness the end, Fordring.
Arthas: I would not want the Light’s greatest champion to miss seeing this wretched world remade… In… My… Image.

Arthas: Come, champions. FEED ME YOUR RAGE.

Tirion Fordring: THE LICH KING… MUST. FALL.

Arthas: No questions remain unanswered. No doubts linger. You are Azeroth’s greatest champions.
Arthas: You overcame every challenge I laid before you.
Arthas: My mightiest servants have fallen before your relentless onslaught… Your unbridled fury.
Arthas: Is it truly righteousness that drives you? I wonder…
Arthas: You’ve trained them well, Fordring. You’ve delivered the greatest fighting force this world has ever known… right into my hands! Exactly as I intended. You shall be rewarded for your unwilling sacrifice.

Arthas: *laugh* I delight in the irony.

Arthas: Bah! You gnats actually hurt me! Perhaps I’ve toyed with you long enough. Now… taste the vengeance of the grave!

Darion Mograine: Father!
Alexandros Mograine: Darion! My son… At last, I am able to lay my eyes upon you again.
Darion Mograine: Father, I… I feared for your… your sanity…
Alexandros Mograine: The Lich King tormented me without end, Darion.
Alexandros Mograine: Endlessly… he sought to break my will. To force me to serve him. To bind me to his blade.
Alexandros Mograine: Finally… When events demanded his full attention, he left me.
Alexandros Mograine: The one memory I clung to Darion… the one thought that kept me from giving in… was your sacrifice, my son. That saved me from eternal peril.
Darion Mograine: Father, For you… I’d give my life a thousand times.

Jaina Proudmoore: (crying) What’s this…? He… he kept it. All this time… he kept it. I knew!!!
Jaina Proudmoore: I sensed a part of him still alive… trapped… struggling.
Jaina Proudmoore: Oh Arthas… Perhaps… perhaps he might someday remember what he once was.
Jaina Proudmoore: By the light, may he at last find rest, free from the icy grip of that terrible Blade.

Muradin Bronzebeard: Oh, lad. How I miss those endless days in Lordaeron… sharpenin’ yer skill with this dull blade. Forgin’ ya’ into a weapon meant to withstand the demands of a great destiny…
Muradin Bronzebeard: *Sigh* Sure put them skills to use, didn’t ya’ lad?
Muradin Bronzebeard: If only I’d been able to stop you that day… How different things might have been, if ONLY I’D NEVER DISCOVERED THAT CURSED BLADE.
Muradin Bronzebeard: Farewell Arthas… my brother.

Sylvanas Windrunner: So… it is done. I had not dared to trust my senses… Too many times has the Lich King made me to be a fool.
Sylvanas Windrunner: Finally… He has been made to pay for the atrocities he imposed upon my people.
Sylvanas Windrunner: May Azeroth never fail to remember the horrible price we paid for our weakness… for our pride.
Sylvanas Windrunner: But what now, hero? What of those freed from his grasp… but still shackled to their mortal coils?
Sylvanas Windrunner: Leave me. I have much to ponder.

Uther the Lightbringer: Arthas…
Uther the Lightbringer: Alas, hero of Azeroth. You give me a greater gift than you know. Long have I struggled to forgive the prince for his terrible transgressions.
Uther the Lightbringer: My soul has been wracked with unbearable anxiety, dark thoughts, distancing me from the light.
Uther the Lightbringer: I recall clearly… the gleam of pride in his eye as he stood before me, eager to defeat the enemies of the light.
Uther the Lightbringer: …Eager to defend his people, no matter the cost.
Uther the Lightbringer: It is this memory of Arthas that I choose to keep in my heart.
Uther the Lightbringer: I shall always be in your debt, friend.
Uther the Lightbringer: Thank you.

Terenas Menethil: You have come to bring Arthas to justice… to see the Lich King destroyed?
Terenas Menethil: First… you must escape Frostmourne’s hold, or be damned as I am… trapped within this cursed blade for all eternity.
Terenas Menethil: Aid me in destroying these tortured souls. Together, we will loosen Frostmourne’s hold, and weaken The Lich King from within.
Terenas Menethil: Free! AT LAST!
Terenas Menethil: It… is… OVER, my son. This… is the moment of RECKONING.
Arthas: IMPOSSIBLE!
Terenas Menethil: RISE UP, CHAMPIONS OF THE LIGHT!!!

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