“Velan can be king… in the underworld. I’ll gladly send his worthless soul there — with my axe!”“The kingdom belongs to me! I’ll squeeze every drop of gold and blood from it when my horde razes the cities!”“I’ll take the riches he promised — then I’ll take his head.”“I lost this scar to Velan once... I won’t lose again.”“Fools think I serve him. No — I bide my time. Soon, the Wolf will feast.”“Aevareth’s thrones will burn, its vaults will bleed — all for my tribes!”“Let Velan pay me in steel and gold… then watch him fall to my wolves!”“This kingdom will be mine — not in treaties, but in conquest!”“Every fortress, every crown — crushed beneath my warbands!”“When the last Aevareth knight lies broken, they’ll remember one name — Khorag Varthul!”
Blood runs thin in weak kingdoms. My warriors hunger for battle, their axes thirst for flesh. When moon rises red, we strike. Every city, every throne will fall to Khorag's hoard. Let them hide behind stone walls. My wolves will feast on their bones.