The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai'don!
Kneel and swear to the Lord Dragon, or you will be knelt.
Storms rumble beyond the horizon, and the fires of heaven purge the earth. There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death.
The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.
Belief and order give strength. Have to clear rubble before you can build.
Let most men have a finger and they will have the whole hand before you know. Let a clan cheif have a finger and he will have the entire arm.