Vol'jin made a deal wit' Bwonsamdi ta defeat da powerful Zalazane.
Aid us, Bwonsamdi! Help us regain our home! Return de Darkspear to de Isles, and hear your drums again! Drink your ritual offerings once more! Dis, as de Son of Sen'jin, I swear.
When Zandalar tried ta unite da troll tribes, Vol'jin chose da safety of his people over da prophet's dark powers.
At de time, Zul's vision of a grand troll empire was very tempting to my father. I must commend your chieftain for seeing de bigger picture.
When it be clear dat our warchief, Garrosh, be unwillin' ta lead wit' honor, Vol'jin led da rebellion ta depose da warmonger.
It is a hard thing to do what your leaders will not.
Ya not leaving that here.
Ol' Vol'jin not be dancin' in my house. I not be seein' his spirit for a long time.
Its absence has broken de bonds dat held Zalazane in my control.
So... I want you to lift dat heavy urn, and bring it to my necropolis.
Vol'jin and I gonna have a face to face on my ground.
Ay, Vol'jin? Come on outta dat urn. Wait... wait, wait... no! Where be da spirit?! Where be Vol'jin?
No! No! Impossible. Da boss ain't gonna like dis. Ol' Bwonsamdi not been losin' a spirit in... oh, dis be bad.
