The soft and deadly help here proffered is but the sigh of a tired tyrant who no longer has the vitality to brandish the whip. He will gladly step down if he can convince us to betray our brethren. He will elevate our state to a sort of hegemony provided he might set himself in our center, like some fat spider and us his industrious legs. I say no, though I cannot make any argument that will sway this body. We are tired of fighting too, and his threat, a real threat, we have led the rebellion and have become Tyr’s hand. He will spare us if we become his hand instead; whichever form of consumption tickles your fancy more, I say we fight and die as heroes not live as the puppet of this decrepit monster.
Tyr’s Hand Speaks
Tale Told 