The turtle's shell one day becomes its tomb.
Renowned by those distinguished, Exalted by the few. He skulks in darkness, and watches from beneath the city.
Simple is the life of the bear.
The mind is a filter through which anarchy becomes order.
A general may carry his men to greatness, or be dragged beneath the mire by their burden.
The monstrous men of yore used bows, they were just bigger.
Izaro was slow to see the treachery growing in his own court and powerless to stop it once he had; a captain sailing his own ship into rocks.
"The heart is the herald. It will tell me when it is best to strike."
Xibaqua's treachery was met with divine fury. One by one, the gods reclaimed their flesh, until all that remained was a droplet of pure light: The first Vaal.
Captivity breeds creativity.
"Proof that if you devote yourself to a god of death, you may be spared from its wrath."
"When the Ancestors fill your cup, It is only good manners to drink your fill."
And from the ashes he rose, like a black cloud. The Sin of one became the Sin of many.
Let blood sear in your veins, Let the pain push outwards and turn away your enemy's blows.