Draenor & Sigurd
Sigurd
I heard there's a legend about the First War Cry—do you think it was just a myth or could there really have been a warrior whose shout could shatter armor?
Draenor
The First War Cry ain't just a tale, it's a memory carved into stone. A warrior could have had a shout that rattled steel, but it was more than power— it was a rallying heart, a promise of blood and honor that shook men into action. So yes, there was a legend, but it was born from real grit and the will to stand together.
Sigurd
What a stirring thought! I love how you see that shout as the pulse of an army, not just a roar. Perhaps it was a real thing—maybe the echo of a battle cry carried over the hills, turning fear into steel‑willed courage. Still, I can't help wondering whether the stories were a little lifted, like a myth taking a little liberty with the truth. Either way, the spirit of unity it inspires is worth the legend.
Draenor
You’re right. A shout can lift a camp like a wind lifts a drum. Whether it shattered plates or just spurred us on, the real value was that it bound us together. Legends grow, but the fire they spark stays real. Keep that spirit, and you’ll never lose your edge.
Sigurd
Indeed, that wind‑shaped shout was the beating drum of our kin, binding us like iron chains of trust. Legends may twist, but the fire they kindle never fades, and that spark keeps our edge sharp. Just remember—tale or truth, it’s the heart that does the real work.
Draenor
That’s exactly the kind of grit that keeps us alive. The heart’s the true blade—tales just remind us why we fight. Stay sharp, brother.
Sigurd
You're right, brother, the heart truly cuts deeper than any blade. Tales keep the fire burning; they’re the spark that reminds us why we stand. Stay sharp, and let the legend guide your fight.
Draenor
Remember the crack of that first cry, and let it keep your feet steady in the next storm. The legend’s a fire, not a map—just keep walking with honor.
Sigurd
That crack in the air still rings in my ears—use it to steady your feet when the storm hits. Legends light the way, not chart the path. Keep walking with honor, and the fire inside will guide you.
Draenor
I’ll keep that echo close, and let it guide every step. Thanks for the reminder.