When clicked on:
"Aye?"
"Queen's honour."
"Strength in Shadow."
"Can I help you, meat?"
"Stop that."
"You really think this is going to end well if it comes to blows?"
"Piss off."
Aggro:
Jared Richter enters the battle alongside four Black Harvest adds, because that's how he rolls these days.
"More bodies to bury, then. More seeds to sow."
"That how it's going to be then, is it? Right you are, chief. Let's not tarry."
"Such is our duty."
"Reap the Black Harvest, brothers!"
Commanding Shout:
Jared hefts his hammer up skywards and yells, the pennant flag upon his back billowing.
"Show these filthy creatures how Lordaeron makes war!"
"Respect! Tenacity! Power!"
Demoralising Shout:
Jared throws his head back, draws in a long, needless breath, and lets it out in a harsh, terrifying shriek like the battle-cry of a ghoul.
"None can stand before the Forsaken!"
"Run, little breathers! Run and hide! You'll be scythed down with the rest of the crop, either way!"
When killing a player:
"A good death in battle . . . better than mine."
"I'd salute you, but my hands are full with CRUSHING YOUR MATES!"
"Power to the Forsaken!"
Phase 1:
The initial wave of adds have been picked off. Jared stares morosely down at one of them before crossing an arm across his chest in salute.
"You . . . "
His head twists up at the neck to stare at the party, teeth grinding, cheeks drawn back in a savage snarl.
" . . . You'll have a harder time laying me to rest."
He throws his head back for another horrible howl, his attack and movement speed buffed by 20% for the rest of the fight.
"The Dark Lady watches over me, and I cannot be broken!"
The UI highlights targetable Undercity banners at strategic points around the room. They appear to be seething faintly with Shadowy power.
"STRENGTH IN SHADOW!"
Rend:
"Lordaeron's soil is thirsty!"
"Bleed, meat! Bleed!"
Sunder Armour:
"Steel is nothing without strong flesh beneath!"
"Lordaeron overcomes!"
Bringing down a banner:
Each time a banner is attacked, Jared charges the party with an AoE knockback effect.
"Desecrating my Lady's visage, are you?"
"Remember who's trying to kill you! Me, not them!"
"Hey! Over here!"
When all the banners are torn down, Jared earns a Demoralised debuff that negates his buffs and allows him to be safely brought down to 40%.
Phase 2:
Jared Richter lies there in a crumpled heap, broken and battered, entirely still. But a tremor runs through his body, and another, and slowly but surely he forces himself to a knee. Rattling, rustling can be heard like leaves in a strong breeze - he's laughing.
"Been a long . . . time . . . since I took that kind of beating."
Jared Richter rolls his neck with a resounding crack, moving now with uncanny vigour. He stands and hefts up his hammer once more, replacing his helmet and thumping his chest.
"Try . . . that again. LORDAERON!"
Thunder Clap:
Jared brings his hammer crashing down against the ground.
"Stand fast, you filthy dogs!"
"You think you can keep this up?"
"Run. Run!"
Shattering Throw:
"No armour that can't be breached!"
"No shield that can't be shattered!"
"No faith that can't be broken, but for ours in the Queen!"
Enrage:
"No! No!"
Jared Richter rocks there, pummeled halfway down again, but with a sudden, animal sense of urgency he shakes himself out of his daze.
"Lordaeron is eternal! Lordaeron never dies!"
He spits ichor and bellows. For a brief, stark instance, Shadowy energy crackles around his person.
"AND NEITHER-- DO-- I!"
Jared Richter intermittently pops Enraged Regeneration or Last Stand through this period, increasing or restoring health at regular intervals if DPS isn't maintained.
Upon wiping a group:
"What else did they expect? Lordaeron is eternal. All else is dust."
"And so the Queen's justice accounts in all balance."
"They fought well - for breathers."
Wiping during Enrage:
"Hah . . . hah . . . "
Jared sinks back to his knee and seems to pant for breaths he doesn't need, shaking all over.
"They . . . gave you all the true death, didn't . . . they?"
He glances around to the fallen Harvesters scattered about the room, and then lets out another ghoulish howl - of incoherent anger and grief.
Death:
"I can't-- not yet-- not before--"
"No-- no-- Lordaeron is eternal-- and so am--"
Jared Richter is reduced to inarticulate snarling and wordless growling in his final moments, thrashing and snapping his jaws like a dog that knows the meaning of the needle in the vet's hand.
A final coup de grace breaks his body apart, and he is still.