"What would you know of struggle, Perfect Son? When have you fought against the mutilation of your mind? when have you had to do anything more than tally compliances and polish your armour?" [...] "The people of your world named you Great One. The people of mine called me Slave. Which one of us landed on a paradise of civilisation to be raised by a foster father, Roboute? Which one of us was given armies to lead after training in the halls of the Macraggian high-riders? Which one of us inherited a strong, cultured kingdom? And which one of us had to rise up against a kingdom with nothing but a horde of starving slaves? Which one of us was a child enslaved on a world of monsters, with his brain cut up by carving knives? Listen to your blue-clad wretches yelling of courage and honour, courage and honour, courage and honour. Do you even know the meaning of those words? Courage is fighting the kingdom which enslaves you, no matter that their armies outnumber yours by ten-thousand to one. You know nothing of courage. Honour is resisting a tyrant when all others suckle and grow fat on the hypocrisy he feeds them. You know nothing of honour."

I can pulp your flesh and snap your bones in less than a second and without so much as lifting a finger. What is the power of technology compared to that?

Please forgive me for the horror we both know you will make me put you through.
We are the Red Sorcerers of Prospero, damned in the eyes of our fellows, and this is to be how our story ends, in betrayal and bloodshed. No...you may find it nobler to suffer your fate, but I will take arms against it

(Thread-necro because this is an awesome thread)


"You think to challenge me, pitiful human? I, the bane of empires, the father of pain? Let me educate you; I need a new pet..." - Archon K'shaic, Kabal of the Bladed Lotus.

"Death? You want death? I'm afraid that would be far too boring." - Lord Sarnak, Kabal of the Black Heart.

"We have received your offer of surrender and reject it; we did not come to receive your supplication but to enact judgement. The time to surrender has long passed. The verdict is writ by your own hands. Now is the time to die."
— Night Lords multi-channel vox-broadcast

"Do you hear their cries? Can you taste their fear, their agony? Know this mortal: we are coming for you!"
— Salvaged Vox transmission from the dead colony of Nux Haven

"Nightmares torment me. I can no longer resist the call of the infinite. Their blows rain heavy. My wraithbone cracks. My sight in this world dims. I return to slumber. My soulstone, please take it. Save...the others."
-Wraithlord

All power demands sacrifice... and pain. The universe rewards those willing to spill their life's blood for the promise of power.

From the IG codex under the priest's little lore page thingy-
"A small mind is easily filled with faith"

"Order. Unity. Obedience. We taught the galaxy these things long ago, and we will do so again."
—Imotekh the Stormlord