Athiyk, Servant of Hate. Tier'Dal Royalty.

[Humwawa]

I don't ask to be of noble blood. My house is Innoruuk's house, and that is the blood of the divine.

It is my will to burn this world down for the glory of the Hate God. I am proficient in the dark arts, and well versed in death..

In short, I know how to kill people. Elect me to lead the Tier`Dal, and we'll do just that, until the (known) world's throat lays prone under Neriak's heel.

Serve the Queen with the bleeding of others.

[Bones]

/bow

[Friday]

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[Appollo]

You cannot go wrong with Athiyk!

[Bubbles]

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[Humwawa]

The best way to get into a halfling's mind is to use a metal wedge and a hammer.

[Humwawa]

To answer the questions I've received thus far -

Neriak's attack routes should be fairly obvious. I'm uncertain why I've been asked where I would strike first, as there's only one option to start with.

Under my direction, there would be no alliance with the Ogres. The tier`dal are thought to be an evil race by those weaker and less capable than ourselves - the ogres are considered evil also, but that does not necessarily make us friendly now, does it?

The trolls were crafted by the Lord of Ire's dread hands. For the Father's sake, they are our allies also.

The Dismal Rage has served the Prince of Hate for generations. Under the city streets of Freeport, the black prayers they've offered up to our god have enlightened many of Freeport's citizens to the glories of power, and the futility of honor. Sir Lucan D`Lere himself hears the whispers of our god. I would propose an alliance with Humanity, provided the people of Freeport were able to... silence their less educated brethren.

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

[Straif]

MOAR RACE WAR PROPAGANDA POSTERS!!!!

[Humwawa]

Poster about killing Halflings, please! Please?

[Nightblade]

Freeport.

A glimmering jewel of a coastal town to the eyes of the fair skinned.

Polished, painted glass; cracked and chipped. Nothing more. Rotten is the core of those that lead it, those that protect it. Those that claim to serve it. No, no, no.

They serve us.

Their tolerance towards races not of their ken shall be the window in which the Ebon Hand will slip. The doorway where the Indigo Brotherhood shall march through.

To where blade meets flesh, and the arcane makes blood sizzle on the sun-bleached stones, you shall find me, making 'merry' with the denizens who were once haughty enough to point gnarled, arthritic fingers and proclaim us outlaws. Bandits. Sell-steel.

Cowards. Wrinkled deviants who hide behind politicking, trade agreements, charters, and a faith misguided.

Let us show them our faith, brothers. Let us give them honour, through death delivered by noble blood, and sure hands. With sword, shall we break them. With shield, shall we deny them the pettiness of vengeance.

Glory is not for me to win on the field of battle, not for us. Glory is for Him. His name, which drowns out all others with the seething fury of those who serve Him.

Ours is not to question, only to serve.

I relish in the thought of being the one to storm the ramparts and cave Lucan's skull in, to kick his body from the parapet and into a pyre of the dead.

I pray you choke on your rage when you see the name 'Treason' carved into the rib-cages of the dead, and that it steels you to give some semblance of a fight when we first meet. Treason brought this upon you. Treason killed your wife, your kiddies, your neighbors, your friends. It's just a name, but so...damned...fitting.

Death is only the beginning in your servitude to us, humans. You would do well to remember that.