Heed well these words! All fear Agrakh, son of Mauloch and child of the Blade! May his rule be carved into the hearts of his clan, and his might spoken of only in whispers by his enemies.
Though the tree-dwellers strike at us from their cowardly perches, they fall as leaves to his mighty tread! Let the horns sing of his conquests as all who follow him bask in the glory of Mauloch!