Survival's the thing, isn't it?

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."

To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.

‎For Tempus...was a dozen storm gods' avatar; no army he sanctified could know defeat; no war he fought could not be won. Combat was life to him; he fought like the gods themselves.

Men make their own fates - it's personal, not a matter for debate.

Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.

Humiliation sets armies marching, empires falling, breaks hearts and minds and souls.