Гроза морей Инге

Your song will live on.

Helvor, look! Your kin have returned to you.

Forgive our transgressions, and rise anew!

Find strength in our song.

Heed the clarion call, and be restored.

The cold shows no mercy… and neither will I.

Keepers of my resting place, return to me!

Silence!

Strike as one!

For glory!

Sing out!

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I am sorry.

I cede to you.

My turn ends ere long.

I must plan.

Hmm…

Wars are not won without patience.

My deck nears its end.

I have no more cards!

I will not fight without a weapon.

I must restore my mana.

It has already struck.

I cannot strike again.

They must prepare for battle.

I can hold no more.

Our ranks are full.

It is beyond my sight.

I cannot play that.

It is beyond my reach.

I must first defeat its ally.

I cannot.

Happy New Year.

The chill of the north will be felt by all this Winter Veil.

Happy New Year.

The pyre burns! What a glorious midsummer!

Haaarrr! I shall sing a shanty for ye!

The spirits stir… Hallow's End has come.

The frost thaws, for Noblegarden is upon us.

The sea comes to claim you.

You're crushing it.

A little rusty.

I will break your brittle bones.

I'm swelling with pride.

The billow sings of your end.

This Iron doesn't rust.

Songs can not die.

Mystifying

Death claims us all.

Your call could never reach me.

It is not easy to reforge one's destiny, is it Darion?

The Vrykul have a new leader now.