I hope you read this, Jotun

[Shane]

Draugr,

The spirits trapped within your blade call out for freedom, and the spirits housed within mine call out for your blood.

I am going to appease them both.

I understand that you knew the Sword was coming, and it angered you. Are you frightened? You should be.

I am going to destroy you, Draugr, and I am going to destroy that despicable blade you wield and free the tormented spirits of my people.

When that is done, your allies are next. And when the Shadow Mage and Fell Troll are dead at my feet, Girdie is next.

By Land and Sky, by Fire and Water, I do swear that what I have said here is true. The Sword has arrived, and your kind will feel its power.

In case you missed it, right before I spilled your undead bowels onto the battlefield, my name is:

Ator Thunder-Bringer
Chieftain of the Sand Tiger Tribe
Bearer of the Sword of Ancestors
Leader of the Vanguard of the Crimson Storm

 

[Deadlands of Old]

(Brought into the tavern and posted via messenger)

You're a slave who caught his master off guard, and who has forgotten he has been bred for chains. Your ancestors learned their lot – to be mining for our comfort, to be whipped when lethargic, to love the irons around their limbs. You’ve forgotten your kind’s fondness for servitude.

I'll help you find that affection once again.