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But we once met an orc who resisted it. One who almost stopped this war from ever happening. His name… was Durotan.
From light comes darkness, and from darkness, light.
It was the king’s private prison, they had told Garona. It was not a place of torture. There were even windows to the outside and above. The moon shone down, silvering the room, and Garona’s heart cracked to see it. It was still a cage, and she was still not free.
There is one law, one tradition, which must not be violated. And that is that a chieftain must do whatever is truly best for the clan.
I'm not crying, you are crying
“It’s the loneliness that makes us weak, Khadgar,”
“There is no greater blessing a city can have than a king who would sacrifice himself for his people,”
“But such a sacrifice must be earned. We must deserve it!
