Garek Enkdal - the City of Ten Thousand Blades
"Not quite right." Hamin responds grimly. "It is wrong to say that I have turned my back on the gods. While I won't get down on a knee and worship any god, there are those I quite like and those I don't. In my youth, I practised the arts that sent many people to their doom, through war and conflicts, that should have pleased you. Since my return from the greyness, I have continued to fight in a great war, something that should please you. During that time, I have helped free gods from imprisonment and, indeed, spoken directly to gods. Something that few mortals have ever managed. I have never turned my back on any god. Even now, I fight a battle. Something that should bring pleasure to you, even though I battle against you and your plans. I find that I prefer the world to have sunlight and flowers, birds singing freely and people who do not live permanently in fear of undead monsters or creatures from the darkness. Therefore, I do what I know. What, I assume, pleased you in the past. I fight, and I fight whatever is in front of me - be it orc, demon, shade or even a god. Moreover, I take pleasure from that battle and, eventually, I will take pleasure from my victory. " Hamin is resolute, as he bares his soul to the mistress of battle and the slain.
"However, on my travels, I have learned mercy, and I am prepared to use that, as well as the sword, to win my battles. Even now, I offer you the opportunity to cede to us, as you know that we will succeed in our objective. You have known for many years that we would come here to complete the task of freeing the captive gods. That success will mean many more battles - wars between nations trying to recover their land and humanity, battles with humanoids and barbarians from the wild lands, fights between gangs and individuals for control. More battles and more death to feed you. You
only really win, when we succeed." Hamin looks implacably at The Morrigan, almost challenging her to gainsay his words.