The Lone Drow Quotes
"This was your time, King Obould Many-Arrows, and this will be your domain!"
"Yet Ellifain is dead, and my long-ago rescue of her is a mockery."
"Is there even a divine entity out there, anywhere?"
"For what is the point if Ellifain is dead, and if she existed in such turmoil through all the short years of her life?"
"As the foundation of Withegroo’s tower swayed and toppled, so too have the illusions that have guided my steps."
"These scimitars, Icingdeath and Twinkle by name, become my definition of myself now."
"He was the Hunter, the instinctual creature who had defeated the fell ways of the Underdark."
"I will send the dwarves fleeing to Adbar, where I will seal them in their filthy holes!"
"I will shake the ground of Mirabar to the west!"
"I will make Silverymoon herself tremble at the mention of my name!"
"Often have I considered community, and the betterment of the individual within the context of the betterment of the whole."
"I cannot dismiss the growing realization, the growing trepidation, that I, ultimately, was wrong."
"Fight them and stab them! Crush them and grind them into the stone!"
"Ye dig in and be ready to die for the honor o’ Mithral Hall."
"I prefer to report in person to Marchion Elastul, if you please, and not simply by having my disembodied head delivered to him on a Clan Battlehammer platter!"
"We owe them nothing. Not even in common cause against monstrous armies. Not even though they might be the only thing standing between these orc and giant hordes and Mirabar herself!"
"You would say that now, of course," Regis interrupted.
"It is possible that my own fears work against me here."
"From afar, in any case," Kaer’lic answered. "But fear not, for we shall find our fun."
"I am thinking that I know what you can do to metal, my friend," the sceptrana answered. "Would you have a similar solution for wood?"
"It does make sense," the other drow admitted.
"To the glory of Moradin!" came a great roar, a magically enhanced blast of Torgar’s voice.
"Perhaps there was a happy medium to be found."
"And Gruumsh will punish Arganth if Obould fails?" the orc king asked.
"Obould will not fail," the shaman replied, dodging the question.
"But such fanaticism came with expectations," Obould understood.
"We cannot abandon them in this dark hour," Nanfoodle insisted.
"We will help where we may," the sceptrana assured the two human children of King Bruenor.
"They need us up there, so let us go and see where we might fit in," the gnome replied.
"He has potions that should allow him easy escape."
"We spill good dwarf blood just to close it all off."
"Get ye down! All of them. We make for the dale and the halls."
"Remember Tarathiel! Remember your loss and embrace the pain!"
"Find a place of balance. A balance between your anger and your determination! Use the pain to focus!"
"No real king’d lie there and let his people fight without him."
"We have much to do. With the dwarves’ retreat, all the North is imperiled."
"Ye need feel no more pain, me king. Moradin’s welcomed ye. Ye can go home."
"I got me home surrounded by stinkin’ orcs and giants, and ye’re telling me to lie down and die?"
"We gotta get back. Them trolls’re heading for the halls, not to doubt!"