I fight until the blood takes the spear from my grasp until I can only crawl. And even then, you will not defeat me. Even then, I will spit in your face.
darken or aspect. It does not matter.
I cost my excuses into the dirt.
Hide behind your faith, Solari, and the robes of your priests.
All things end.
The Earth is beneath me.
Onward, the spear points in only one direction.
I am not the pantheon you new creature. I am Eitris, a mortal, about to slay a dragon.
Face me!
Try war! Yowdard!
If only your kind could see what you see, Soraka, they would weep for you as you weep for us.
Even in pale it on a blade, I will press forward.
Cuh!
We live our lives in the shadow, caused by a mountain.
Ugh! Ugh!
I have faced many self-proclaimed gods. The worst wears the face of a child.
pressing forward is not the same as running from your mistakes.
The Lunari do not need a God, they need a leader.
We bleed into the same earth and bleed. We must.
HUH!
Ethrox would drown the world in blood, just to stain the heavens.
How much further could we march if we were not forced to carry our fears on our backs?
HUH!
You call yourself the aspect of the protector, but now the one in need is you.
HUH!
Life was always a war.
You sought to become a god and you would make their pet.
Death is the only thing that ever embraced me.
We are what we overcome.
A clashing of steel. I have heard it all go silent.
Ugh!
I wield my fate as a weapon.
There is no pity, no mercy.
The twilight of the gods comes each morning, when our world shines brighter than the stars.
I call upon the stars to bake my bountiful breads.
The heavens do not fear me because I am a God. They fear me because I am a man.
The God died. The man lives.
A Legion of One.
AHHH!
Before you fight, you must rise!
How many hosts must I kill, Darkton?
Atrox has slaughtered gods, but now he faces a man.
We must all find our place. Mine is being cast down, so I can rise once more.
The blows of God cannot shatter the world if they strike me instead.
No mercy for the strong!
We are privileged to breathe, to taste the air, which is the last gasp of all who have died before us.
Ugh!
Until my spear dies.
The stars lie!
We are caught between darken and aspect, but we will rise up in spite of them.
Spears grow restless before fields of wood.
The stars are beyond my reach, and so I grasp my spear and take aim.
If they bleed, I would call them Sister or Brother.
Let fear make you bold.
The world moves as the heavens lie still.
Strike now! Strike harder!
I earned my spirit with my brother's dying breath. How did you earn yours, Temascian?
Why do you fight?
ive
I will not surrender.
Stand up. Face me again.
Gods need slaves and they found you.
Beneath aspect and armor, you are more resilient than you know.
Agh!
AHHH!
between each beat of my heart, I strike.
Our destiny is to fight, and only the bravest do not refuse it. I understand this, Lunari.
How many times must I die before I learn to live?
HAHAHAHA
The dark and final words are not their own, but the cries of humanity.
Tyson's
Keep fighting!
While you bow to the sun, my spear finds your neck.
It rocks the world ender, but from death comes life.
into legend.
Because we fall, the climb must be our destination.
Yeah!
The beyond can have me when I am done.
I will fall at least one more time.
I once trusted my destiny to the stars, Dragon. Now, I trust in steel.
I wear a helm so that I am only a soldier.
You can only defeat yourself.
unbroken.
How you die is who you are.
Mortality can only be severed by the spear's edge.
Willpower sets my spear light.
I sought power on Targon's peak, only to find it within.
Do not give up!
Let this day be legend.
I am no more than a soldier and no less.
I will remember your name and shout it to the heavens.
My name is Soldier. By my spear, they will know war.
I will carve my scars into the heavens.
When I look to the mountains peak, in my mind, I have already fallen, and so I climb.
I buried a gratin of brave, along with my name.
heavier than my spear is the weight of only one life.
Huh!
The power of these gods is but an echo of our own.
I do not set the pace. I race against it.
The best climbers know how to fall.
Kane, either the weapon is redundant or you are.
The power you sought has destroyed you, Atrox. You will find no other end.
They are called gods, but when they die, you cannot hear their howls above the wind.
You will not fail if it is worth it.
Everything or nothing.
After every defeat, I ran around the mountain until even shame could not keep up.
The past marches with me.
Hahahahahahahahahahahhah
Stand back up and never be defeated.
The man who tastes the venom of gods must beat his words.
There are no enemies, no allies, only those about to die.
The mountain before me is not always high. It is not always a mountain.
From the skies they see war, but on earth there is only carnage.
The art of war is hearing your heartbeat thing, knowing you are alive.
If they kill me, at least they die a man.
Echo for eons.
I am the tip of the spear, raised against surrender.
Vengeance is cold. I do not need it on the mountain.
Ugh! Ugh!
Return home on your shield.
I have found my limit a thousand times and still I press further.
Brother to warriors resting beneath wheat. Son of butters, a thousand times lost. I know who I am, and I will show the gods what I can become.
Okay.
Glory fades into blood stains.
Spear and sheet, apart the onion.
The people cry out for strength that is already theirs.
Ha!
Behind me lies a farm. I wonder if there is bread above the hearth, and if I will ever return.
The power will be your undoing me.
Is this a God or a rat?
Fight because you must!
shields, defend hearts, both yours and those beside you.
Huwah! Fresh from my bakery, my secret dream.
retreat too far on Mount Targon and you will fall off at leaf.
Patola sight.
Battle is a dance, and the fortunate find their partner.
