Morghulis

Orc Male

Not affiliated with an Alliance

All men must die...

Death is a gift. As a servant of Death, it is my duty to grant that gift upon those who are suffering, causing others to suffer, or commit dishonorable/egregious acts against their fellow Illy citizens. A good death is its own reward.

You ask me what is best in Illy?

And I answer: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.

For the Horde!

Battle Hymn of my People
Unbending Steel
By Masayoshi Soken
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcS1SF66NfM

High, on high I stand
Gazing down to see
The endless garden
Awaiting me

Red bloometh the rose of conviction
And red, bloometh the rose of hate
Yes, red, bloometh the rose of contest
Firmly bound to its fate

And the war, it wageth on
The storm, it rageth on
The bold ever fight on
Their lives echo in song

All, like snow, they fall
Petals plucked and strewn
Yet from their seeds grow
This war anew

Blood trickling down from my fullers
And blood trickling down from mine hands
Yes, blood trickling down to Hydaelyn
Until I alone stand

And the war, still wageth on
The storm, still rageth on
The bold blindly march on
Their lives, lost in a song

High, on high I stand
Gazing down to see
The endless garden
Awaiting me

Red, bloometh the rose of conviction
And red, bloometh the rose of hate
Yes, red, bloometh the rose of conquest
Only blood will sate!