Sterling/Stereotypes
Honor. Duty. Love. What can be more noble than these?
Chaos. Anarchy. Darkness. Their spurious claims to nobility sicken me.
At their best, they are a noble example to us all. At their worst, they are bloodthirsty maniacs who must be restrained.
What secrets are they hiding? Why do they feel the need to lie to their own kin? Are the magical secrets they learn truly worth the cost?
Nobody knows love for their fellow man better than I. But not even I would turn my coat as these traitors have done.
Solid, dependable, earnest, forthright. One cannot ask for better friends than the Dougal.
The world is in a sad, sorry state indeed if these... things... can be at all looked upon as romantic figures.
What... how... what have you done?!
I can understand the anger that drives them. What I cannot understand is why they let it control them so easily.
It is said that these werewolves share blood with my House. I would know more of them.
Sorcery I know. That these wizards wield it so easily I find both inspiring and terrifying, all at once.
In ages past, they say the magi of House Merinita danced with us in our glades beneath the faerie moon. Could any of them have survived?
When I fail in my duties, this is the result. I pray they can find the rest that I could not grant them.
Your wiles tempt me not. We are the rightful lords of these lands, not you. Get thee behind me.
