From the Darkness
Out of the Darkness they come.
Up from the depths of the mountains.
The song of blood and violence like a siren’s call draws them forth.
We always heard your hatred. Smelled your fear.
Unreasoning prejudice for those you cannot comprehend.
You call for a Cull. You call for a genocide. Throwing your blood money around haphazardly.
You seek to stuff us back underground where you can go back to pretending you are safe.
You called to us. Summoned us. Stoked our fires to white hot raging inferno. Did you forget?
We are the bastard children of strife. Disorder’s personal armorers.
We nurse our children on blood and bathe our lovers in our enemies’ tears. We fall asleep to the sobs of vanquished enemies and dance to their children’s screams. Every day we know pain. Violence. Every day our strength grows by the careful elimination of the pitiful dross, refining us into the purest cold steel. A cull??
You want to apply pressure? We know from whence the diamond comes!
We will not cower. Pay others to do our bleeding..
We forge the steel for the armies of Chaos. We are the Chosen of Hashut. We are the Dawi Zharr.
Come claim your bounty! Make us stronger.