Why the Shadow will be useless at Tarmon Gai'don
by sidious
Why it just doesn’t pay to be in the Shadow at Tarmon Gai’don …
Demandred addresses the Trolloc Legion
Demandred : Men… things… we stand here on the point of the great battle of the Age. I control all one hundred million of you, and together we shall ruin this land to the Aryth Ocean.
Trollocs : ….
Demandred : I feel a lot like Macbeth from the Ancient Writer Shakespeare’s novel, Macbeth. He was great, he was powerful – but only one man stood before his greatness. In time the world will appreciate how he was wronged, and how he deserved the throne.
Trollocs : …
Demandred : Have any of you even read Macbeth?
Trollocs : …
Demandred : My intellectual superiority is wasted on your imbecilic moronic minds.
Trollocs : Woot! We are morons!
Demandred : *sigh* Go… kill everything… eat the people…. Pillage and destroy.
Trollocs : Yeah!!!! Rawr!!!
Sammael faces Mat
Sammael : Witness the power of my legion of super-fades.
Mat : Witness the power of my topless Seafolk female barbarian horde.
Sammael :
Shadar Haran confronts Rand
SH : And now you are shielded. The Source is gone, and I will now crush your pithy neck.
Rand : Uh … help me Pattern.
SH : Mwah-ha-ha!!! You are all alone… You are… Ooo… a feather from out of nowhere … hmm…*chokes*
Rand : Uh… are you choking?
SH : …… ….
Rand : Cool. Go Light!
Cyndane and Moghedien confront Nynaeve
Cyndane : And now I will destroy you.
Moghedien : No way, she is mine. I owe her severely.
Cyndane : Back off, or face my wrath.
Moghedien : Make me.
Cyndane : I will make you.
Moghedien : I don’t see you making me.
Nynaeve : Uh…
Cyndane : Die Moghedien!!! I’ve always hated you.
Moghedien : Can I use that angreal quickly Nynaeve?
Nynaeve : I guess.
Moghedien : Die you pale little milksop!
Cyndane :
Moghedien :
Logain : You defeated two Forsaken at once. And it looks like the one even has an angreal. Damn…
Nynaeve : Thanks, I guess… uh… Go Light!!!
Graendal confronts Cadsuane
Graendal : Give up. You’re weaker than me, and I have an angreal.
Cadsuane : Nevaaah!
Graendal : Die!!! *channels*
Cadsuane : Woah.
Graendal : Uh… what just happened?
Cadsuane : It appears I found the function of my last star shaped ter’angreal. It apparently doesn’t like attacks by the Shadow.
Graendal : I’ve been turned into a sheep. May I be excused?
Cadsuane : You may go.
Aran’gar meets Myrelle
Aran’gar : And now I shall destroy you, you stupid little Green oaf.
Myrelle : *heaves bosom*
Aran’gar : … … *heaves bosom*
Myrelle : *heaves again … strenuously*
Aran’gar : *heaves bosom to her max but falls short* … Damn this silk dress to hell!
Myrelle : It appears I’m the better woman.
Aran’gar : I … I … … wait… I have nice legs … *shows legs*
Myrelle : Yeah? Look at these … *shows*
Aran’gar : wow… I … I …
Moridin unleashes his dreadlord army
Moridin : Release the dreadlords!!
Alviarin : Yaaa! For the Great Lord.
Moridin : Stop… where are the other two hundred males and females?
Alviarin : The males mocked the Aes Sedai so they destroyed them. The women killed one another trying to reach Forsaken status, and I survived. I’m the best of the best Great Master. Are you not pleased...?
Moridin : …
Alviarin : Help.