I have slain orcs too, simply for the feel of their warm blood coursing

down my throat, or to gain comfort from the heaps of steaming entrails.

I have slain them for enjoyment and the thrill of hunting. I have slain

them in praise of my Goddess, sacrificing them to her glory. To be

sacrificed in such a manner is an honour, and one I grant to them more

oft than to the worthless, snivelling wretches you call allies.

I have slain them, taking their weak for my own pleasure, and thus they

grow stronger and fitter, and now, ah yes, now, they march in their full

glory upon your homes.

And now, I shall salute them as they pass.

Blood Begets Blood.

Arikarr, The Undying.

Written by my hand on the 25th of Mournsend, in the year 993.