"Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of the women!"
Sovrath knows "what is best in life."
It is not the open steppe, fleet horse, falcon on your wrist, wind in your hair!
You've now made my list of "heroes" alongside such greats as TuBBs, Alz, and FIash.
Wizard: "What are the flowers for?!?"
Conan: "... For girls!!!"
Wizard: "HA HA HA!!"
You killed my snake.
Thorgrim is beside himself with grief.
He raised that snake from the time it was born.
You killed my mother. You killed my father. You killed my people!
You took my father's sword.
Ah! Must have been when I was younger.
There was a time, boy, when I searched for steel.
When steel meant more to me than gold or jewels.
The riddle of steel.
Yes! You know what it is, don't you, boy?
Shall I tell you? It's the least I can do.
Steel isn't strong, boy. Flesh is stronger.
Look around you.
There, on the rocks.
That beautiful girl.
Come to me, my child. (girl steps off of balcony to her death)
That is strength, boy.
That is power.
The strength and power of flesh.
What is steel compared to the hand that wields it?
The strength of your body...
...the desire in your heart. I gave you this.
Such a waste.
Contemplate this on the Tree of Woe.
Crucify him.