Keep your enemies at a distance, your partners close at hand.

Only from chaos does order come. The angry Fates bring death where they will, when war is king, says Enlil, storm god of the armies, and the tip of his crown rends the clouds above their heads. "Wheresoever I rule, death comes shambling after. So it has always been, is, and will be."

Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.

"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning that crackles from his gaze.

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

What is needed is never to be had without price.

Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.