Friday, April 6, 2012

Echoes of War

''He-he-he...So, you come to our lands seeking life...hahahah!...But you will only find death! Bwahahahah! Isn't that ironic for you!? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.........kill them all....''
-Anonymous Gnoll Chieftain when the Dominion first reached the Laughing Savannah, only one soldier survived

“True wisdom is less presuming than folly. The wise man doubteth often, and changeth his mind; the fool is obstinate, and doubteth not; he knoweth all things but his own ignorance.”
-Akhenaton, Reptillion Phylosopher

"If the world was as perfect as you said it was, which it isn't, then why aren't I able to just lift up some sort of flap, make a few fixes, and then the world would work again. But it doesn't work like that, so we have to rebuild it from the ground up. Incidentally, you are standing on the ground."
-Getermen Horace, Engineer-Biolos from the Academy

"Let me ask you something? You are asking us why we attacked Arbi. The reason we did is because they are scared of something. Let me ask you this then. If there is something that actually scares our master, shouldn't you be scared too?"
-Wiliam Kotser, former Scarecrow slave captured after the Rout of Iron

''Ya know, bein' an ord'nary Gremlin ain' dat great. We have ta pay rent an' stuff, feed da pigs, sit on a chair, do a bit of farmin'...sometimes... I wish I was da Sherrif...but dat sounds like work...''
-Gremlin Billy Hilly, only days before his (successful) election for Sherrif

 ''Many's the men who've battled foe
Many the number slain
Many the lads have fallen
though Nidhoggr shall rise again.''
-Nidhogg marching song

"You ssshould die mortalsss. Asss you have never, had the right, to livvvve."
-anonymous  Night One

"Brother and sister friends, I thank you all for coming here and considering what I am going to say. Let me ask you something, what were you before you came here? Many of you were farmers, some of you were blacksmiths, others were sailors, or engineers, or nobles, or weavers, or money lenders, merchants, captains, fathers, or you were soldiers. Now look at you. Here you are working in the fields from dawn to dusk and in strange workshops from dusk to dawn, barley getting an hour of sleep and eating moldy bread while our overlords throw away the excess of our work. And if we ever fall down, or start to work at a reasonable pace, we are beat back onto our feet and forced to go on. Even in death we receive no respect, as we are simply tossed into the same furnaces we work. Some of us suffer the further humiliation of having our limbs cut off and replaced with farming tools. Lets face it, they treat us like slave, feed us like slaves, and talk to us like slaves. But that does not make us slaves. No a thousand times over. What makes us slaves is that we allow them to. Even in their own conservative estimates, their are more of us then there are of them. They have grown so lax that many of them don't even know how many weapons are made every day. Their soldiers are drunk or ill disciplined, and there are only one of them for every a thousand of us. Do you know what that means? That means in a hundred days we could acquire as many of their weapons as we please and in a dozen from that, obliterate them. This is what I'm suggestung. REVOLUTION!"
-The first part of Robred's speech

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