“How dare you cry. How dare you grieve. You have watched but a handful of mortal lives end this day. I have walked the centuries and seen thousands fall. How dare you compare your transitory, fleeting life to mine and all the horrors that I have seen.” - Coldblood general Songbird to her captives after the siege of Temple Thresh
Heartless, Chapter 5
“Death begins the cycle and death ends it. Everyone who fights the undead knows this at some level. If you fall, you become another soldier in their Hosts. Only the final death of the necromancer and his minions will stop them. It is not a conflict over territory or resources; it is a war of survival. Ours.” - Tactical-Professor Jhim Singh
Heartless, Chapter 4
“Kill maim and burn! Kill, maim and burn you dogs – are you women or Windfangs? Kill them all and burn their precious city to the ground! No surrenders, no mercy! We win or we die!” - chieftain Urias Krell of the Northman Windfang tribe before the attack on the Dynasty trading post Sallowbrook.
Heartless, Chapter 3
“Death is not the end. It is only the beginning. You fear the darkness that lays beyond. I have swam within it, drunk on its infinite cold. I have charted the paths of the dead. You fear me for what I know; I despise you for what you don’t.” - Necromancer Hectal Lahmia, ‘Cryptwaker’.
Heartless, Chapter 2
“They came at first light, unafraid of the sun’s rays. Ambre above, the stench that wafted to us as the day rose hotter! Vile birds circled above their ranks, eager for carrion, but not daring too close, lest rotting fingers and gaping mouths full of worn teeth snatch them from the air.” -Ten Arthur Gavinson’s report of the fall of Sekon
Heartless, Chapter 1
“The warmskins say we have no compassion, no understanding, no empathy. This isn’t true. What we do to them and what we feel are two separate things. Often, we want to spare their lives. But it’s not like we have a choice.” -letters of Draken Victor Vivendas, after the slaughter of Bollager’s Keep
“Contrary to what the peasantry may believe, Naharnas is not some blighted landscape filled with barren fields and the crumbling, deserted ruins of towns, forever hidden from the face of the sun. Its soil is fertile. Its cities are proud and elegant. Rain, snow and sun fall with equal measure upon its mountains, grasslands and deserts. And for all this, it is in every way an abomination to Blessed Ambre, Goddess of Life.” -the teachings of Inquisitor Samiel Drau