The Sound Of Your Doom

There have been many battle-cries and war chants throughout history.  Every legion has its own, indeed often several for different occasions, as do the House guards, most mercenary companies, and other military organizations great and small.  Of all these, the most infamous are the Final Words of the destroyed Ninth Imperial Legion, the Hounds of Makrast:

Dármódan xalakhassár hál!

The words themselves are simple enough, from the clipped military dialect of Eldraeic: “Slavers, die!” would be a good colloquial translation.

The meaning of the phrase, however, is rather more.  In honor of the destruction of the Ninth, it is reserved for use during seredhain, the blood war, the war of extermination of anathema; its meaning, then, is that everyone dies today – either the enemy will be annihilated, or the Legion destroyed, attempting it.  Neither quarter nor mercy shall be given, no lives shall be spared, no prisoners taken, no surrenders accepted.

It is the Legions’ boast that none who have heard it in anger have lived long enough to report the experience.