Jenive: “My ambition is to leave behind a legacy in the form of academic contributions to the study of magic, particularly in the fields of ley-line manipulation, cryomancy, and arcane engineering. However, in the event that this goal is unrealized at the time of my demise, I would wish to be remembered for my minor role in working towards achieving balance between the destabilizing forces on Azeroth.”

Lakena: “Let me be remembered as a devoted follower of Elune and a humble soldier in the battle against darkness. But most of all, let me be remembered not by the titles given to heroes, but by the many titles I have been given by those I have loved: Daughter, Sister, Friend, Wife… and perhaps, if I am fortunate, Mother.”

Yelgah: “Ach… I’m nae much fer this sort o’ question. If yeh really want an answer, though… remember me as one o’ many tae lay down her life in service tae th’ Light, ’cause chances are, I’m goin’ tae go out swingin’. Yeh kin be sure I’ll be protectin’ others frae th’ forces o’ evil, and yeh kin bet I’m goin’ tae take a few o’ ‘em with me when I go. Remember me like that, if yeh like — I’ve nae mind fer it, m’self. Th’ path o’ th’ Light is its own reward, in life an’ in death.”

Karreth: “Oh! I don’t ‘spect too many folks’re goin’ ta ‘member me when I’m gone, really. There’s lotsa people smarter, an’ stronger, an’… well, better’n me in pretty much every way I can ‘magine. I mean, I en’t, y’know… important or nuthin’. But… oh! I reckon mebbe my friends’ll ‘member me, a little bit, anyways… mebbe they’ll even tell stories ’bout me, like they do at the campfire an’ all! Yeah… tha’d be nice… I like stories, y’know.”

Is ta say, I wanna be remembered fer makin’ me kids better’n I were.”

Era: “Remebawhat? Sweet thing, most folk don’t know I exist -now-. Chances of me bein’ remembered afterwise are nil to negative nil. ‘sides, ain’t like I’ll be gone-gone. I mean…I’ll probably just go back to what I was. I think.

…Funny. Just realized that…I might not even remember me. If I come back, y’know? I guess that’s what I want. I want to remember being me, when I’m something else again.”

Haemon: “I do not want to be remembered. Frankly, I am too young to be thinking about it, really. If I die soon, then rememberance will only involve pain. Pain in those I love. I would much sooner be forgotten than be the cause of that.

As for if I live to a ripe old age? I doubt I will have done anything all that worth remembering. I shall help others bear children, help a few raise them, and likely outlive a majority of them. Humans and all. I have been told by certain figures not to discount the possibility that I may have children of mine own, but…frankly, I am not sure I want to. I may well be happier raising new life in indirect ways, and then simply…vanishing. Painless.”

Nancie: “Here lies Nancie Lighthammer, of Ironforge. Dwarf. Paladin. Loving wife o’ Geoffar and mum t’ Ovistine th’ Invincible. Kicked th’ livin’ shite out o’ th’ Scourge an’ th’ Horde ’til she had nothing left t’ fight with. Followed th’ Light with all ‘er heart, an’ learned frae ‘er mistakes as best she could.”

Agness: “I’d like to be remembered for not dying. I’m just going to keep working on that, if it’s all the same to everybody.”

Ovistine: “Hopefully, I’d be remembered for helping my friends, imbuing strong fighters with INVICIBILITY!, and making a name for myself in spite of having to live up to Mum’s. *sigh* I expect there’ll be stories about the braids, too.”

Tarquin: “Only deid men ought care a shite oan thir reputation’s the sort has’na managed fir ta lay down an’ die. Thit’s no’ in the cards fir me. But, s’posin’ my weary shade’s ta ha’ stake in wha’ thim I left behind’s haverin’ oan about, then let thim say I took care ay m’ain an’ bent the knee ta neither crown nor church, or any ither tyrannical cunt. An’ if they could name a guid whiskey fir me, thit’d be barry too.”