War is the crucible which strips us to our core, leaving us to stand naked as the truest forms of ourselves. Those who do not fight against this dark tide are, and have always been, cowards. Those who do find within themselves the courage to raise arms, to stand against the enemy when it would be easier to bow; I proudly call you my brethren. I am not afraid to die with this hammer in my hand. I am not afraid to fall with this banner at my back. I fear no orc,halfling,troll, or giant. If fear has crawled upon you, then the war has already judged you and found you lacking. Go home. But if your fear has been consumed by rage; rage at the devastation this army has already wreaked, rage that they dared loose dragons in our home, rage at the innocent lives lost; then fight with me, my brethren. Fight with me. FIGHT WITH ME.
-Ballack, second to the throne of Dundersnuff
When you can smell what the bastards had for breakfast, that’s when they are in range.
Truth is not empowered by your belief in it. Jericho holds the shield. Jericho holds the crown; no matter who sits on the throne in Shadowmire.
It was my idea.
We can remain here and exist; or we can go back and make the world remember us.
I will make them fear the light.