Originally Posted by
Postman
Ghost of Malorne: Without it's masters command, the night elves will become even more hippie... Controll must me maintained... There must always be *a lightning crashes into a tree behind* a Forest Lord.
Tyrande Whisperwind: The wight of such a burden... It must be mine, because there is no other...
Bolvar: Tyrande! You hold a grim destiny in your hands, Brother... But it's not your own...
Tyrande Whisperwind: Bolvar! By all that druidic...
Bolvar: The dragons flame... sealed my fate. The world of the living can no longer confort me.
Bolvar: Place the antlers upon my head, Tyrande. Forever more I will be the Forest Lord.
Tyrande Whisperwind: No, I cannot, old friend.
Bolvar: Do it, Tyrande! You and those brave trees and night elves have your own destinies to fullfill.
Bolvar: This last act of service... is mine.
Tyrande Whisperwind: You will not be forgotten, brother.
Bolvar: I must be forgotten! If the world is to live free from the tyranny and fear, they must never know what was done here today.
Bolvar: Tell them that Cenarius is dead... and that Bolvar Fordragon died with him.
Bolvar: Now, go, leave this place... and never return... until the realease of World of Warcraft: Cataclysm, then I'll be back with my bro Malfurion Stormrage.
Grom Hellscream does his famous hellscream.
Grom Hellscream yells: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! YOU NINJA'D MY LOOT!