User:DeludedTroll/Lords of War transcript

This is a transcript of all five Lords of War episodes.

Part One — Kargath

 * Varian Wrynn is standing in the War Room of Stormwind Keep, by a table with a map of the Blasted Lands and miniature figures depicting the Dark Portal, the army of Stormwind and the Iron Horde. Vindicator Maraad enters the room.
 * Maraad: King Varian. The hour grows late. You must sign the declaration of war.
 * Varian: I was just a child when my father rushed to confront this same evil. He didn't understand these... warlords at all. That mistake cost him his life, and brought this kingdom to ruin.
 * Maraad: You are not your father.
 * Varian: I know. But how can I succeed, where he failed?
 * Maraad slams his hammer onto the table.
 * Maraad: You can start by trusting my counsel. I have faced them before.
 * Varian: On Draenor... you were there, all those years ago.
 * Maraad: Yes. Believe me, they are not invincible.
 * Varian: Then tell me of them, Maraad. Tell me everything.
 * Maraad: Very well.


 * Maraad: Kargath had no clan. He was raised a slave. The ogres' cruelty was intolerable. So he sought a way out. The arena! One hundred orc lives was the prize for freedom. Fight. Kill. Salute! Kargath was unstoppable, and the day of his final fight had come. One last kill, and it was over. One hundred lives. Kargath had earned his reward, like every champion before him. Buried beneath the arena. The promise of freedom — nothing but a lie.
 * Kargath is seen with his left hand chained to the roof in a dark chamber. Stretching out, he manages to get hold of a rock with his right hand.
 * Maraad: But Kargath would be chained no longer.
 * Kargath uses the rock to smash his left hand, and thus get free. He thereafter throws the rock on the ground in front of the other prisoners.
 * Kargath: Take your vengeance.
 * Kargath and the rest of the now-freed orcs are seen slaughtering their way through the ogres, and Kargath manages to kill the ogre imperator. He holds up the severed head in front of his warriors.
 * Maraad: Bound by vengeance, their name would be spoken in fear!
 * Kargath raises his left hand, his fist having been replaced by a blade, into the air, and all the orcs do the same, chanting "Kargath" as they do so.
 * Maraad: This was the birth of the Shattered Hand.

Part Two — Grommash

 * Once again, Maraad and King Varian are shown standing in the War Room of Stormwind Keep.
 * Maraad: I understand your hesitation, my king. This mission will take great resolve. There will be lives lost.
 * Varian: There are always lives lost. But marching our forces blindly into Draenor...
 * Maraad: ... poses unthinkable danger, yes. But you must have the fortitude to face whatever awaits us on the other side. I assure you, our enemy's will is unwavering.


 * Maraad: Let me tell you of their leader. A warlord whose defiance in the face of death became legend.
 * Grommash Hellscream is shown bound to a gnarled tree in a desert.
 * Ogre warlord: Grommash. Mighty warrior. Brought to heel at last. You are weak. Say it!
 * Grom roars at the ogre, who simply chuckles.
 * Ogre warlord: Is that all? To think you once struck fear into my people.
 * The scene shifts to showing Grom and his raiders.
 * Maraad: Grommash had begun leading raids deeper and deeper into ogre lands. He and his clan, the Warsong, were insatiable and relentless. It was only a matter of time until the ogres retaliated. Among the victims of their retribution was Grommash's mate, Golka.
 * The Warsong camp is shown in flames, with Golka lying dying in Grom's arms.
 * Golka: I am done. Give me the warrior's death I deserve.
 * Grommash: No. You will not be broken. A true Warsong spits in the face of death.
 * Golka: Don't you see? It's too late! End it!
 * Grommash: So many of my warriors bent like weeds, and now you. You are a wolf... with no teeth.
 * Grom leaves his mate for dead and walks away.
 * Grommash: All of you!
 * The ogre warlord is shown feasting on a fruit in front of the starving Grom.
 * Ogre warlord: Look at you. The days have not been kind. Say the word, and I will kill you quickly. I admire your spirit, but I will break it.
 * Grommash is sitting on his wolf mount on a hill overlooking the ogre camp.
 * Maraad: Grommash knew the ogres could not have gotten far. He called upon his forces to hunt them down, but for many of the Warsong, the cost had already been too high.
 * Grommash: Bury your weak. I will show you what it means to be Warsong.
 * Maraad: Once again, Grommash struck deep into ogre lands. This time, however, the ogre warlord and his armies were waiting.
 * The ogre warlord throws a batch of three orc heads onto the ground in front of Grom.
 * Ogre warlord: Your warriors. They beg for death. Your lands are mine. Your body is broken. You have nothing left! Say the word, and I will end your suffering.
 * Grom rasps something unintelligible.
 * Ogre warlord: Yes...?
 * Maraad: He was certain that Grommash had given up, was ready to die. The body, afterall, had so grown so weak, had become so thin.
 * Ogre warlord: Say it.
 * Grommash (barely audible): This... wolf...
 * Ogre warlord: Say the word, and it's over.
 * Grommash: This... wolf... still has teeth.
 * Grom bites the ogre in the neck, killing him. He slips free and proceeds to devour the warlord.
 * Maraad: From that day forward, the Warsong rallied to the banner of Grommash Hellscream — the warlord with the iron will.

Part Three — Durotan

 * Maraad: You cannot hesitate, my king. The Iron Horde must be stopped.
 * Varian: You speak only of their savagery. But surely they are not all monsters.
 * Maraad: There was one... Durotan. His clan prided itself on suppressing rage. For they knew that those who succumb to the beast within become their own greatest enemy.


 * Maraad: The clan was named for its kinship with the snow-white frost wolves. Together, they hunted the mighty clefthoof. Every winter, the clefthoof would migrate and the clan would follow. But one year, when Durotan was very young...
 * Durotan: Mother, they're leaving. You've got to wake up!
 * Maraad: His mother Geyah had been bitten by a drift lurker. Those who suffered its bite fell into a deep sleep, and few had ever awakened.
 * Ga'nar: We can do no more for her! If we don't go, the entire clan starves! Or worse, the garn will be hungry!
 * Durotan: And you want them to feed on our mother?! Father wouldn't leave her, Ga'nar, and neither will I!
 * Ga'nar: Father would know we can't carry our dead with us.
 * Durotan: She's not dead!
 * Ga'nar: Calm yourself, brother. You know what your anger can lead to. While the others are gone, I speak for the clan. We leave, now!
 * Durotan: I'm. Not. Going!
 * Ga'nar turns and walks away.
 * Maraad: Days passed. Durotan remembered the lessons his mother had taught him, and with the aid of Geyah's old wolf Stormfang, they survived.
 * Durotan: Mother. Winter is setting in. You have to wake up. Wake up!
 * Howls are heard in the distance.
 * Maraad: Orc and beast alike feared the garn — great black wolves, among the most vicious and cunning predators on Draenor.
 * A garn attacks the orc and wolf, but they manage to slay it.
 * Maraad: Durotan and Stormfang killed the lone wolf, but Durotan knew that the garn hunted in packs, and with the setting of the sun they would attack. He prepared to make his final stand.
 * Durotan is shown sticking sharpened sticks into the snow to form a rudimentary camp.
 * Durotan: Mother. They're coming for us. You have to wake up.
 * During the night, three garn charge into the camp.
 * Maraad: Outnumbered and surrounded, Durotan fought. He fought much as the garn, but the rising tide of rage within him, Durotan was driven to the brink, and in the heat of battle, bloodlust claimed him. Anything that moved, he killed.
 * Durotan is standing over the corpse of a wolf, the red in his eyes slowly fading.
 * Geyah: Durotan? Is it you? Durotan. Durotan.
 * Durotan: Mother, what...?
 * The corpse is revealed to be Stormfang. Durotan, tears running from his eyes, collapses on top of the old wolf's body.
 * Geyah: I can see that you shed blood to protect me.
 * Geyah grabs Durotan's hands.
 * Geyah: But I would rather have died than know my son had become a beast.
 * The scene shifts to show the adult Durotan.
 * Maraad: Durotan wore Stormfang's fur until the end of his days, a constant reminder of the old wolf's courage and loyalty, but a reminder also that even the most noble of orcs may fall prey to the savagery within.

Part Four — Kilrogg

 * Maraad: Taking the fight to our enemy may be the only option left to stop history from repeating! This very city was nearly burned to the ground by the same warlords we face!
 * Varian slams his fist on the table.
 * Varian: Don't lecture me, Maraad! I was there. I lived it. The only thing that got my people through those dark days was their faith in the Light.
 * Maraad: Faith is a powerful weapon.
 * Varian: So I'm told. The Alliance has the Light from which to draw its strength. What steels this Iron Horde in its darkest hours?
 * Maraad: One clan, the Bleeding Hollow, finds truth in the surety of their deaths. They are led by an orc named... Kilrogg.


 * Maraad: Kilrogg's clan once ruled over the jungles, until the arakkoa came.
 * Kilrogg, gathering water from the river, stands up and unsheaths his weapon as he hears the sound of bones rattling in the wind, footsteps and croaks. After something flies past him, he roars in anger, picks up the bowl and walks back up the hill to his village.
 * Maraad: To survive, the clan went into hiding, living each day consumed by fear. Their chieftain even forbade them to stray beyond the borders of their forest refuge.
 * Kilrogg enters the main hut, where the chieftain sits on his throne. He kneels down before his father to offer the bowl of water.
 * Maraad: For years, disease had eaten away at the once mighty warrior's flesh, and as he faded, so too did the clan's hope for the future.
 * Kilrogg: Father. One day the stream will dry up.
 * Kilrogg's father: Then we will find a way to carry on.
 * Kilrogg: Like this? Look at us! We were never meant to live this way! Jumping every time the wind blows...
 * Kilrogg's father: Every chieftain must make hard choices for the good of the clan.
 * Kilrogg: Is this the death you saw, then?
 * Kilrogg's father: No, this is not the death I saw. But perhaps it is time you finally saw your own. Go! Face your destiny.
 * The chieftain hands Kilrogg a ritual dagger. Kilrogg then proceeds to climb down into a tunnel, filled with the skulls of his ancestors, beneath Tanaan leading to an ancient ritual chamber.
 * Maraad: Kilrogg was bound by the legacy of his father and ruled by ancient tradition.
 * The young orc prepares the chamber for the ritual and kneels down in the middle of the glowing circle.
 * Maraad: Those who would one day become chieftain performed the most sacred of rituals. They would sacrifice an eye for a vision of their own death. Sometimes, the vision would show much more.
 * Kilrogg, having cut out his eye, drops it in the pool of fire, triggering the vision.
 * Maraad: Kilrogg saw his clan, not as they were, but as they could be, crushing their enemies in a tide of savage bloodlust. And Kilrogg was one of them, his determination unwavering.
 * An old Kilrogg is shown pierced by countless spears on a battlefield between the Horde and the Alliance.
 * Maraad: Even when death finally came for him, he did not fear what he saw. He welcomed it.
 * Kilrogg returns to his father's hut and kneels before his chieftain.
 * Kilrogg's father: So... tell me of your vision, my son.
 * Kilrogg: I saw our clan, strong and proud. Victorious against our enemies. A glorious vision of the future.
 * Kilrogg's father: Why, then, do you seem so troubled?
 * Kilrogg: Because you... were not a part of it.
 * Kilrogg stabs his father in the chest with the ritual dagger.
 * Kilrogg: You were right. Every chieftain must make hard choices for the good of the clan.
 * Kilrogg's father: At last... this. This is the death I saw!
 * The old chieftain collapses on the ground, and Kilrogg claims his place as chieftain. The scene shifts to show him leading the Bleeding Hollow as they charge into the jungle.

Part Five — Maraad

 * Maraad: You now know their leaders. You know what forged them into the monstrosities they have become. Put your seal on that order and I will be the first to answer the call.
 * Varian: Why are you so eager for this fight, Maraad? For a paladin, you seem as bloodthirsty as the enemy.
 * Maraad: It is not blood I seek.
 * Maraad carefully lays down his hammer on the table, revealing the crack in the glowing purple crystal that forms the head of the mace.
 * Maraad: When you look at me, what do you see?
 * Varian: I see a paragon, a champion of the Light.
 * Maraad: What you cannot see is the burden I carry each day.


 * Maraad: I was there, during the assault on Shattrath City. A beloved dwelling of light under siege by a relentless army of demon-corrupted orcs. I witnessed countless acts of brutality, unspeakable horrors from atop the wall.
 * Larohir: Maraad! Maraad! MARAAD!
 * Maraad turns and kneels down before the Exarch.
 * Larohir: Take the last group of refugees to safety! Go! Now!
 * Maraad: Yes, Exarch!
 * Maraad: I did as I was commanded. I gathered the refugees, led them away from battle. And then, I saw him. It was my charge to see the refugees to safety, yet the horrors I had witnessed, the suffering... Despite all my vows, vengeance burned in my heart.
 * Maraad: Take the path through the tunnel. I'll rejoin you when I can.
 * Refugee: We have no weapons.
 * Maraad: The path is safe. The Light will be with you. Now go!
 * Maraad charges into the destroyed building, killing two orc soldiers in the process. The orc warrior he had seen earlier attacks him from behind as he enters the building, but Maraad breaks his spear in half with his mace.
 * Maraad: I would avenge the countless draenei who had perished!
 * Maraad corners the orc, and with a single blow from his hammer breaks his skull.
 * Maraad: I struck out to find the refugees.
 * When Maraad finds the refugees, they all lie dead.
 * Maraad: My heart fell. The path had not been safe. The Light, that I promised would be with them, had forsaken them instead. Just as I had.
 * The glow in Maraad's hammer slowly fades away as Shattrath burns before his eyes.


 * The scene returns to the War Room in Stormwind Keep.
 * Maraad: I know I may not return. But if there is even the barest chance of preventing the atrocities I witnessed from happening again... then I offer myself gladly.
 * Varian: We are all haunted by the past, Maraad. Few of us ever get the opportunity... to change it.
 * Varian puts his seal on the declaration of war as the scene shifts to the Stormwind bell tower, who is ringing in the coming of dawn, and thereafter to the Stormwind army marching through the Valley of Heroes.
 * Varian: Summon our champions. Make ready for war. Azeroth needs its heroes now more than ever.