Athiyk, Servant of Hate. Tier'Dal Royalty.

[maximum]

I remember seeing you once in Guk, and I complimented your name. Beware of Enkidu.

[mixxit]

A special page for propaganda from all races has been set up - hopefully more will come soon!

http://worldwar.gamerservices.net/propaganda

[PhelanKA]

A true servant of Innoruuk demonstrates his hatred through his actions. Not his pretty and empty words. I find you all worthy of contempt.

[Nightblade]

Unbridled hatred leaves one blind when one needs to see clearly. Would you go rushing into the setting sun against a shield wall on the enemies' terms, on his chosen ground? No.

The crow calls the raven black, and you speak of contempt. Bide thy time, to become fury unrestrained on our terms. Ensure our victory with patience, until the breeze blows sickly, and the moon bleeds; until He, who's name drowns out all others, levels His glare at the ripe fruit of new lands, and says, "Claim it, in the name of all that is dark."

Listen all you wish to those that cower behind their chattel, their pets, waving jewel-bedecked fingers and speaking of pride, hatred, and glory in battle. But remember, Treason is that which puts a dagger to the throat of the heedless, the lame, the unworthy.

[Appollo]

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And yes, above all things, I look forward to burning Felwithe to the ground.

Oh, the humanity! Erm, wait ... Oh, the Highelvanity?

[Remiel]

I find you worthy to lead us on a hateful journey of death and destruction. You have my vote.

[Phallax]

I wish I could vote for another race, Hum, Id def vote for you!

[Humwawa]

For the One who took our insipid koada`dal forebears and forged their pallid, pale-skinned flesh into purest night..

For the One whose fell hand lays a shadow over the hearts of every quavering coward mortal who is too weak to see His greatness..

For Innoruuk, Our Father, who burns darkly in the coruscating blackness of the most holy City of Hate! Let there be blood on our hands.

The scorn banshees will sing of our deeds as a choir, while this world burns.

[Supreme]

Kinda hard to lead the Dark Elves when a halfling holds your crown!

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[Humwawa]

There is one who questions my reasons for my alliances.

It is simple. It is Hate. Those who serve Innoruuk are bound by the bleak oaths of allegiance they've made to the Lord of Ire, and in so doing they are bound to us, his chosen people. The Dismal Rage are our vassals, to serve the coming night.

Rallos Zek? Cazic Thule? Surely, gods who understand the mechanisms of Hatred. One brings war to the world to cleanse it with our faith, and not for the sake of slaughter. One breeds fear in the weak so that they shall know their place beneath us, beneath him. The ogres praise these principles for their own sakes, and not for the root from which they spring. They are heretics. They will die.