Lich King Quotes

Very well!” he said. “You shall prove your worth by facing me in a joust!” I’d never heard of an undead lich king challenging someone to a joust. Especially not in a subterranean burial chamber. “All right,” I said uncertainly. “But won’t we be needing horses for that?” “Not horses,” he replied, stepping away from his throne. “Birds.

It is as much of a mistake to underestimate yourself as to overestimate yourself.

False modesty is as bad as false pride. Know exactly what you are capable of at any moment, and act accordingly. Any other path is folly—and could be deadly in battle.

Lad, no one feels ready. No one feels he deserves it. And you know why? Because no one does. It’s grace, pure and simple. We are inherently unworthy, simply because we’re human, and all human beings—aye, and elves, and dwarves, and all the other races—are flawed. But the Light loves us anyway. It loves us for what we sometimes can rise to in rare moments. It loves us for what we can do to help others. And it loves us because we can help it share its message by striving daily to be worthy, even though we understand that we can’t ever truly become so.

Jorum had called to the boys to come watch the miracle of birth. The “miracle of birth” was actually pretty disgusting, Arthas thought. He

It is as much of a mistake to underestimate yourself as to overestimate yourself,

I suppose we are indeed a community; a collection of ice revenants, draugr kings, daemonprinces, and dragon lords… in a beautiful concert with one another when we’re not feuding over scraps at the dinner table. Heroes, eat your hearts out.

What? He can’t possibly mean to—

Yeah, but he's a douche," Amara continues to hold out. "I mean like, epic-level super-douche. He's like the Lich King of Douchebaggery.

him at the door, vocal and upset at being left alone all night. Mathew gathers him in his arms and perches on the bottom of the stairs for a few minutes, stroking him, but really he is comforting himself. Upstairs, he showers, goes directly to his bedroom and logs on to the Blackweb as he walks. There is a tech support advert waiting for him. He accepts. “Greetings. You are Burning Crusade. I am the Lich King.

Long live the king May his reign last forever May his strength... Fail him never.

Lad, no one feels ready. No one feels he deserves it. And you know why? Because no one does. It’s grace, pure and simple. We are inherently unworthy, simply because we’re human, and all human beings—aye, and elves, and dwarves, and all the other races—are flawed. But the Light loves us anyway. It loves us for what we sometimes can rise to in rare moments. It loves us for what we can do to help others. And it loves us because we can help it share its message by striving daily to be worthy, even though we understand that we can’t ever truly become so.

The “miracle of birth” was actually pretty disgusting, Arthas thought. He hadn’t realized there’d be so much…goo involved.

battle,

darker

bloodied, broken corpse,

Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner,

Knights of the Silver Hand,

Dark Portal and the Blasted Lands.

King Arthas?

bloody coup,

He pulled out a block of dirt from his inventory. “What are you gonna do with that?” Stitcher asked from below him. “Why, destroy the Lich King, of course,” he replied with a smile, then ran out into the Lich King’s chamber.

Yet, the great irony of the Christian Right is that though their families are often messes and their churches splintering, they think they have the wisdom to wield the sword. In search of "real change," they charge out to conquer the institution that is most impotent in actually bringing it about. We haven't changed I11LICh from our ancient Israelite brothers. We want a king or a sword just like everybody else. We don't understand how God has structured the world, how real change occurs.