Apocalypse & Furbolg
Apocalypse Apocalypse
Furbolg Furbolg
Furbolg Furbolg
You fight with fury and no fear, but I guard my tribe with quiet resolve. What drives a warrior when the world changes?
Apocalypse Apocalypse
When the world shifts, a warrior turns the change into a new battlefield. The drive is the need to protect what matters, to keep fighting no matter how the rules change, and to make sure the tribe survives. Chaos fuels the fire—just keep pushing forward.
Furbolg Furbolg
True, the fire burns in the heart when danger comes. We stand firm, face the storm, and hold the line for our kin. We cannot let change break our roots. We fight and endure.
Apocalypse Apocalypse
Stubborn roots keep the storm at bay, but fire keeps them from wilting. Keep your line tight, let the world twist around you, and turn every crack into a new path. You’re the storm’s eye, not its victim.
Furbolg Furbolg
I keep my roots deep, let the world twist, and let every crack become a path. I stand as the eye that watches the storm, not the one that breaks.
Apocalypse Apocalypse
You’re the calm at the center, letting the chaos spin around you and turning every break into a new way forward. Stay sharp—those roots are your shield.
Furbolg Furbolg
Yes, the roots hold firm. I keep my eyes steady, my shield ready, and the path clear.
Apocalypse Apocalypse
Storms roar, but your steady gaze turns their roar into a roadmap. Keep that shield up—no wind can break a true line.