Дарион Могрейн

Shield yourselves, soldiers.

Knights, arise and strike!

Find new strength in freedom, shade.

Learn power from the dead.

Runes, bind my blade!

Break the master's chains, join us!

For the Ebon Blade!

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I will show you true sacrifice.

You are a practiced soldier.

All is not lost… yet.

We Mograines aren't known for restraint.

Thank you.

My regrets.

You have bested me.

The Knights of the Ebon Blade will not falter.

Be swift!

I wonder…

Curious…

I must consider…

I have few cards left.

I am out of cards!

I need a sidearm.

I need more mana.

That minion made its move.

I can't strike again.

Give it time to steady itself.

My hand is full.

The battlefield can hold no more.

The enemy hides from me.

I can't play that.

I must target something else.

Another one taunts me.

It is impossible.

The Knights are driven by a single purpose: retribution.

Happy New Year!

Hatred steadies my blade.

Merriest of Winter Veils to you.

Astounding!

Happy New Year!

The flame of Midsummer burns eternal!

Knights, charrrrrrge!

Do not lose hope this Hallow's End.

Rejoice, new life rises this Noblegarden.

It has shaped me without mercy.

Your fealty will be your undoing, Lich.

Sylvanas, you are stronger than this.

The time has come for your reign to end!