“Walk the soil. Feel the breeze kiss your skin and taste the crisp spring waters.
Hear the rustling grass of the plains and see your next victory on the horizon.
That is what it means to be truly free. The elders remind us that once we were
all a free people, who rightly knew to fear the metal men and the life-ending
ruins. But now the weak cower in their cities and hide behind walls of wood,
stone, and steel, greedily feasting on the lies of the Technic League. Bah!
Cowards who shoot light and flame from hiding and know not the honor of
true battle! By Gorum’s mailed hand, our people shall cut the mewling whelps
from their domesticated wombs and raise them up to be true scions of our
lands, untainted and pure. Or we will end them. It’s as simple as that.”
—Soyka Tenkiller, Ghost Wolf tribeswoman