Everyone Is Either Happy Or Dead.

I Am Mountains That Crush. I Am Waves That Crash. I Am Storms That Shatter. I Am The End.

Yelling A Battle Cry—more To Motivate Himself Than Frighten His Foes—lukel Grabbed The Table Leg And Swung It At A Soldier. The Wood Bounced Off The Man's Helmet, But The Blow Was Powerful Enough To Daze Him, So Lukel Followed It With A Solid Blow To The Face. The Soldier Dropped And Lukel Grabbed His Weapon. Now He Had A Sword. He Only Wished He Knew How To Use It.

I Point Out Truths When I See Them, Brightlord Sadeas. Each Man Has His Place. Mine Is To Make Insults. Yours Is To Be In-sluts.

Joy Was More Than Just An Absence Of Discomfort.

Honestly, For An Evil God Of Darkness, He Certainly Can Be Dull.