Captain Drok: My marines are already on shore holding the harbor entrance. You have your orders. Do your jobs and return safely. The eyes of Hellscream are upon you!
Baldruc: The ships are aflame! Troops, to the harbor!
Horde Shaman: There are Alliance survivors! Send reinforcements!
Captain Drok: The unthinkable has happened. Our siege on Theramore has failed.
You're the contingency plan. Your mission is to infiltrate Theramore Isle.
Burn their ships, butcher their flight master, sabotage their war machines, and rescue our spy.
Throw them into chaos while we regroup. The eyes of Hellscream are upon you!
Jaina Proudmoore: This abberation destroyed everything... everyone...
The Horde cannot be allowed to recover the Focusing Iris. Eliminate what remains of their forces and I will secure the artifact.
I must attune to the Focusing Iris before transport. Protect me!
Captain Drok: No one can protect you! Kill the Proudmoore bitch, and bring me that bomb!
Jaina Proudmoore: Your people are despicable cowards, Orc! You're nothing more than rabid dogs, and you will be put down!
Captain Drok: Brave words, mage. I'll spit in your face when you beg for mercy.
Jaina Proudmoore: You spit on mercy? Then you will have none! You want carnage? Garrosh will get more blood than he ever bargained for!
Captain Drok: GRRAGGH! I'll bring the Warchief your head!