[ WP ] Everyone always talks about those ancient and proud warrior races . Instead , tell me about the meek and timid races .

The hall was lined with marble statues along either side of the red and dusty rug. Worn plaques lay beneath each figure, justifying their presence: 
 
 Krall the Destroyer, fierce in both physique and expression, holding his Warhammer *Widowmaker*. Mothers told their children to go to bed lest Krall come to get you. 
 
 Vyncent the Unconquerable, Lord of the Seven and servant to none. Legend had it he had killed two kings in a single battle; that of the invading army's, and as gesture that he bowed to no man - his own. 
 
 Damian Rainbringer: usurper, tyrant. Murderer, savior. Stories of the Rainbringer were as numerous as their disbelievers. 
 
 These were the rare displays, unique in their completeness. Others were broken, missing limbs or heads or, worst of all, reason. The mighty warriors of old, destroyer of kingdoms, leaders of men: collectors of dust. 
 
 The hall is quiet save for the cavernous echoes of rain dripping through cracked ceiling. No man stands to gaze upon the ruins the statues have become, for no man knows the hall exists, long lost to the cruelest conqueror of all: time. 
 
 Yet here it can be found in broken walls and puddled floors and sunlit corners. Nurturing and growing. The meekest, but most tenacious, of all. Timid, fragile, *enduring* life.
