And so it came to pass, when the clans came together, that a great evil rose against them when they were at their most divided. Angry glances where exchanged. Steel lusted for blood. And hatefilled minds were unsure where to guide their anger. For the enemy before them, and the enemy beside them filled them with equal amounts of despise.
But amidst it all a light shone. The Gods had already spoken, had they not? War was inevitable, but they were all warriors of the Gods, much as they wanted to slice each others' stomachs open and string one another up on their respective innards.
The light shone upon Orlgarld. He had brought them all together, and would be worthy of the title the Great Unifier as it stands. But his task was far from done. He was not only a leader. He was a warrior. The light of leadership was given to him. He had no intention of shining warmly upon the foes from the distance, watching his valiant men and women die in battle.
He was going to be the comet that ****ing blew the **** out of all these suckers! He was going to be the light that pierced through the Night!
Fellow warriors, take steel onto your arm, and lay steel onto your heart. The battle will be fierce, but their skulls shall serve us well filled with mead. Leave only alive what is friendly, and decimate all that opposes you. Destroy the night!
CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!
Yeah, my choice's 3.
