The White Roar
By: Musclor
To lose a battle is one thing, but to lose oneself and one sense of self in the fight is a terrible ordeal, one I would wish on nobody.
Yet pity wholly eludes me when I confront those Hordes of elves, maraudeurs and greenskins trying.
They kill because they find it fun,
butchering is how they coin glory,
razing undefended cities is their sport.
I believe in temperance, I do. But I fear that my fellow brethren cultivates temperance to the point of weakness.
I for one shall not allow pity to be the conduit to chaos.
So long as no redemption is shown then no quarters should be expected.
In any case, words will always be action's unworthy cousins. So onward I go to battle !
Art is our preferred form of expression, bloodshed is theirs. How fortunate for me to be fluent in both !