sometimes the hand of fate must be forced

#Sometimes the hand of fate must be forced free#
#Sometimes the hand of fate must be forced crack#

For a moment the chamber shakes violently in response and Velen glances about, then back to Varian. Varian bows his head to accept the unimaginably powerful artifact as Velen slides it onto him.

#Sometimes the hand of fate must be forced free#

Varian: I MUST be forgotten, Velen! If the world is to live free from the tyranny of fear - they must never know what was done here today. The two leaders look at each other for a few moments before Velen next softly speaks, sadness in his tone. Velen closes his eyes in a moment of pained resignation and turns back to face Varian, cradling the Scepter in both hands. Varian Wyrnn: DO IT VELEN! You and these brave heroes have your own destinies to fulfill. With a shake of his head, Velen turns his back on Varian, preparing to walk away. Forevermore - I will be the jailor of the Legion. Varian Wyrnn: Place the Scepter of Sargeras in my hand, Velen. The world of the mortals can no longer comfort me. Velen's tone is heartened that Varian is not dead in one moment, but equally horrified the next as he takes in Varian's condition. The scorched caricature of Varian is revealed, sitting atop the Legion portal. Varian Wyrnn: You hold a grim destiny in your hands, my old friend. Velen looks up in response as someone calls his name. It must be mine, for there is no other to.

#Sometimes the hand of fate must be forced crack#

There must always be.(Flash of lighting lights up sky behind him with deafening crack of thunder) a Demon Lord. Archimonde closes Kil'jaeden's eyes and holds his friend as Velen walks closer.Īrchimonde: Without its master's command, the restless Legion will become an even greater threat to this universe.Īrchimonde stands, looking at Velen as the prophet meets his gaze.Īrchimonde: Control must be maintained. Kil'jaeden's eyes roll back, his hand falling from his brother's to the ground.

over?Īrchimonde lays a comforting hand on Kil'jaeden's gauntlet as he answers.Īrchimonde: At long last.

Kil'jaeden: Brother? (With his last burst of energy, Kil'jaeden places a hand on the other demon's chest.) Is it. Archimonde kneels down, and cradles his friend's head, neck and shoulder so they can properly look at each other. As his life begins to fade, he blinks in surprise as the ghost of Archimonde appears before him. A taut, energetic SF outing with an appealing cast.评论来自 Stabhorn Kil'jaeden falls to the ground, the Tomb of Sargeras shattering around him. The fate of Human Space hangs in the balance. War and survival draw them closer and closer, and Wheeler must choose between his history, the rules of his order, and a woman he can’t resist. He’s expected to marry another Hand, and bring up telepathic children. Forced together by a danger they never imagined, the two contend with assassination, intrigue, and their growing love for each other. Langston and Tia face a dark threat from the age when the first telepaths tried to rule humanity. The only thing she lacks is someone to share it all.īut the rogue Wheeler’s hunting is not what he seems. On the cusp of true greatness, her people are ready for a leading role in Human Space. Tia Dynn, the youngest person ever elected to lead Felicitas, shepherds her peaceful world into the center of the interstellar stage. His superiors want the rogue brought in, the rules enforced, and above all else, the world kept firmly in the Gentle Hand’s camp. Langston Wheeler, a young Hand with a checkered past, heads to the planet Felicitas to investigate a rogue telepath. But sometimes a telepath is born outside their order. Years later, a brotherhood called the Gentle Hand lives to keep it from happening again. Once, telepaths almost wiped out humanity.