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Fight for Rhun. Fight for your brothers. Fight for your honor.
Let our enemies crumble before our cavalry just so as the Uruk-hai fell before the hooves of Rohirrim as Gandalf led the charge at Helms Deep. Let any man who dare challenge our king, or our clan, come to it’s inevitable end swiftly, and let our allies stay our allies, and whisper not a treacherous word, for all of us shall stand by each other as brothers, and will not stand idly by as treacherous nonsense is spoken of us, so that whose lips uttered those words of treason meet our blades, and that none of our blades shall back down. Let our foes fall, let our ranks stay.