Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 29.782 (section)

==<font color=red>Khalim</font>==
...speaking in a soft tone, yet ever strong the dusky man replies...
: '''''"HONOR... Honor is all there is 'friend'.  Honor has become the only tie that binds men of value. Honor is the honesty to oneself, the fairness of mind, the integrity in one's beliefs and actions. Honor is 'our kind's'...''''' (speaking of you and he) '''''...life blood.  <br> Long ago in my campaigns alongside the Kurgun, I was been told in story that it was so of your people too... long before your ancestory became what it became. When your people first walked the mythic Halls of Moria side by side with Lord Moradin, Silverbeard the Huskarl and Dumathoin the Miner.  <br> No 'friend', I hold no ill will for you just because of where or how you were born, because YOU have found the path... you've found the way... the way home. Many men born with much easier roads have not the will nor heart to find that path my 'friend'.  You did... and that is honor.  Yet there is something I feel in you that still pains, something that still longs... <br> It is not my place, nor my business.  I will not assume that.  But I know there is a way out of the darkness that you find yourself under.  You escaped the Enemy, don't let His shadow claim you back - dead or alive.  To truly make your revenge, LIVE and live well."'''''

The old (for a war veteran, nearly 50 yrs old) Sarcosan steps back and kneels as if to pray... but there is no prayer left in this world... you know that, he knows that... only Shadow hears the words of prayer in these days.  Yet he does it still...  continuing to speak...  
: '''''"...your words cut to the heart of me, if I have sinned my 'friend' it is in this illusion that I take penance.  True, my mind will not allow a future for my children much beyond my years on Aryth.  True, their beliefs may reflect this den of veiled shadow after I pass into the either.  But the heart of me will not believe that which my mind doth heed.  I cannot... I WILL NOT.  Believe there fate is sealed for the future of hate my mind tells me is only logical..."'''''

Khalim looks up to the stars, he looks up to his ancestors - this is something you've not seen... this man of strength weeps.  A tear streaming down from his eye.  Human's do so on occassion - but usually for pity, usually it is the women... but sometimes a weak man screams out in plea just before your Vardatch crushed his spine sending the tears into blood on the ground as his head finds it before his body falls... <br> This... however is not of that sort.  Is this what it is to be a hero?  Is this passion of heart and soul?  Is this honor?...  he continues...
: '''''"...I do not fear for your life or mine, Orc, but 'honor' means everything to me. As with you I have been lost off the path for sometime.  I know that now...  but it is with that that we can make our way back, in the knowing of our mistake... in the rekindling of old wounds that will not heal by ignoring them...  I know that now.  Yet I have not said so in a decade."'''''