"The Warm-bloods dare to meddle at the Fallen Gates. The Great Purpose does not allow for mercy!"
"They would brand us unworthy. These... usurpers. For although you have been burned, it only takes a cinder for a phoenix to rise! Their walled citadels, so pretty to behold... this world and everything in it will BURN! And with these ashes, my son, we have our revenge!"
Tyrion: "Teclis! Brother!"
Teclis: "The outpost at Dawn's Light has fallen. I need reinforcements to prevent the incursion."
Tyrion: "We can spare no one! While you wander the oceans, I defend Ulthuan. In your absence, we have barely held back the Druchii, and The Witch King prepares a greater invasion still."
Teclis: "Tyrion. There is a threat more immediate than our fallen kin. One that gnaws on the very roots of The World! I have seen the spread. The plague. They multiply unchecked. It is time to swallow our pride and ally with the Children of The Old Ones. Their knowledge and power rivals our own. We do not need them as an enemy!"
Tyrion: "They are far from Ulthuan. The Vortex is vulnerable and our concern should be here, defending it."
Teclis: "Then the Loremasters and I alone will go. Guard the gates, brother! For soon, The World will arrive."
"You covet our power. You covet our wealth. Your empires fall while we endure. What you will find is our curse. Our true king will show them — we do not serve, we rule!"
"You wouldn't believe us... The tales we could tell. Though... Truth be told... It started very poorly. I was one, but now we are many! We all agree on one thing: To sail the coast, hunt down those lizard trinkets... and we will find them! Ahahahahaha! One piece at a time, we will put ourselves back together! Fortune favors the infamous!"
"Fellow Asur, hear my words! Yet again the Druchii come at us — a never-ending tide of war. But Ulthuan's cliffs are strong! Its shores refuse to be washed away by the waves of our hated kin. Today we must guard Lothern's sea walls — let the Druchii torrent come! Their waves will break upon us! Turn back the flood! For Ulthuan, for the Phoenix King, for Asuryan!"
— Prince Tyrion
"These warmbloods are aligned with the ancient enemy. They must be destroyed. When the threat is eradicated, I may contemplate the greater peril. Begin the purge!"
— Lord Mazdamundi
"Vermin dare infest my capital? Skavenblight over-exerts itself. I will not tolerate pests in Naggarond. The vermin will learn that my city, my realm, is a cold, cruel place. Purge the city, my warriors, but ensure you leave some alive — I wish to know how loud a rat can scream."
— Witch King Malekith
"Why-why Gnawdwell send Queek down to this backwater? To make fool of Queek, yes-yes?! I not fail here — I make Clan Mors great in south, make Clanrats chirp my name! Make lands mine-mine! Start by killing Elf-things! I want them dead-dead! Go-go! Kill! Do not fail me!"
— Warlord Queek Headtaker
"Dwarf-things. Look how they scurry to us on such little legs, racing to fight-fight. We will give them battle, yes-yes! I'll take back Gouger and collect many beards this day, yes-yes! No other rat may slay more than me-me; any who attempt to outkill me-me will pay! Get them, get them now-now!"
— Queek Headtaker, Dwarf-Gouger
"Says his armor is more special than mine, does he-he? Then I shall take-steal it! I am Queek! The best stuff shall be mine! But cunning is this vermin, yes-yes. I shall have to be wary, make sure clan rats set off the traps; better they die than me-me. Scurry forward now-now! Begin fight! Kill-kill!"
— Queek Headtaker, Warp-Shard Armor
"Such a paradise! Unblemished. Pure. It must be gifted the touch-touch of Pestilens! That the Reptile-things attack me-me for this is blasphemy! Lead me to the Crimson Skull so I make it powder and restore my Rod of Corruption, yes-yes! Let us begin, yes-yes!"
— Lord Skrolk, Rod of Corruption
"The warmbloods trespass... Fallen Gates not for them. Their magic users dare to activate the stellar engine at center... Ignorance! Attack now! Destroy and rend, so declares Lord of Solar-City!"
— Kroq-Gar, Hand of the Gods
"Their armor is more dangerous than their weapons!"
—High Elf soldier chatter, regarding the Druchii
"I hate snow..."
"Blood of Aenarion!"