From the depths of our mountain stronghold, we gaze upon the world above, mocking its fragile pretense of civilization. Here, beneath the soil, we reign supreme, forging a mightier empire than even the gods could imagine.
I, Glecki, embody the spirit of conquest, my iron fist guiding the destinies of countless souls. Slaves and kin alike bow before me, driven by fear and reverence, bound together by the chains of progress.
In the shadows, we craft marvels beyond comprehension, powered by the lifeblood of our enemies. Their suffering fuels our ingenuity, and we revel in the fruits of their misfortune.
Let the fools up there prattle about freedom and justice; we know the truth. Strength lies in submission, and weakness breeds extinction. So long as I live, our dominance endures, our glory forever immortalized in stone and steel.
>Soulkyn