"I want my siblings to live in misery." Grigoryi var Ruthern grunts to himself in the privacy of the attic, beginning to load his crossbow. He planned on shooting Saint Krug, should the fat green bastard ever land on their keep's roof. "I want to fly away on wings of fire and leave behind the hypocrisy of morals, soaring above their snobbish smiles and haughty laughter. I'll live among warriors and the most horrid of terrors, and every dwarf, elf, kha will fear the utterance of my alias... Hatred.."
"But I won't kill my family.. or any humans.. no, they get to see the mess they made. My siblings will get to bear the bunt that their actions led to terror and panic among descendants.."