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Mercy is for those who keep their distance.

At a distance, we mistook the sound for a waterfall . . .

"And through the drifts the snowy cliffs
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—
The ice was all between."
—Samuel Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"

As many attackers were dazzled by the wall's beauty as were halted by its force.

Like so many obstacles in life, the Wall of Opposition is but an illusion, held fast by the focus and belief of the one who creates it.

"A stick is your friend. A pointed stick is your good friend. An army of pointed sticks is your best friend."
—Onean sergeant

The ground itself lends its strength to these walls of living stone, which possess the stability of ancient mountains. These mighty bulwarks thwart ground-based troops, providing welcome relief for weary warriors who defend the land.

"When I said we needed more swords to protect the realm, this was not quite what I had in mind."
—Olander, tactician of the Northern Verge

A deafening roar arose as the fury of an enormous vertical river supplanted our serenity. Eddies turned into whirling geysers, leveling everything in their path.

They wondered at the size of it. It wondered which to eat first.

Orcish lumberjacks spent the night sharpening their blades and resting for a day of labor. They awoke to find that the forest had been making its own preparations.

"How terrible to wander wishing only to escape oneself."
—Taysir

"When elephants fight it is the grass that suffers."
—Kikuyu Proverb

I didn't think mammoths could ever hold a candle to a well-trained battle horse. Then one day I turned my back on a drunken soldier. His blow never landed; Mi'cha flung the brute over ten meters.

Unpredictable as the sea itself, Water Elementals shift without warning from tranquility to tempest. Capricious and fickle, they flow restlessly from one shape to another, expressing their moods with their physical forms.

"For strength to have any meaning, there must also be . . . you."

During the brothers' childhood, Tocasia took them to explore the sacred cave of Koilos. There, in the Hall of Tagsin, Mishra discovered the mysterious weakstone.

Amid this whirling hurricane of blades, there is no calm eye in which the hapless can find shelter.