What better way to die than on your feet... With blood on your hands and fallen enemies underfoot?

Before I am done, human, you will beg me for the swift, sure release of death!

You think I run from glory, My'rl? If there was glory to be had, I would surely beat you there. No, you are here because...there is going to be a gathering. A war council on Nomad. Word has spread of this invading fleet. I wish for us to go in the hopes we can...prevent what looks inevitable.