Voldamon walks into the room. His eyes glow green like a blazing fire out of control. He seems corrupted or a maddness has taken over his mind. What was once a Sin'dorei now stood as something else. His skin pale as the mountains of Alterac. His head seemed to hang as if he was putting no effort it to lifting it, yet the blazing eyes still managed to follow you where ever you moved.
Voldamon began to utter words which fell upon mostly deaf ears, except for the sin'dorei.
"I, Voldamon, Priest of the Sin'Dorei, have spent my life to the study of life. How to ressurrect it... heal it.. cleanse it.... how to keep it pulsing. For what purpose.... To understand it. For with understanding would give me a better idea on how to destroy it. How to take this meaningless existance for most these pawns in a game thats depths go to far into the abyss for them to even comprehend their surrounds or what is going on."
Voldamon straightens his body up his eyes fade black as if a gust of wind blew the demonic glow away from his face. He floats into the air, fading into darkness becoming a shadow.
With a snake like howling voice he says 'Life is the beginning of the end. I will be the one who carries our enemies across the river to the land of the damned.'
Voldamon utters 'Em'tic Vampris' and syphons the life out of a mana worm floating beside him.