Heed well these laws, lest thy wars leave naught but ruin and regret. For though the embers of battle may burn hot, they must never scorch beyond the bounds of reason. And when the time comes that peace sits once more at the table, let swords be laid down and quarrels forgotten, for a war well-ended is a victory shared by all.
Let no poison mar thy blade, nor foul airs trouble the moth.
Spare those who drop their steel, for a beaten foe makes a quieter neighbor.
Harm not the tiller nor the tender of beasts, lest thou wish for empty plates.
Mind thy aim, lest a friend take thy blame
Fell not the ancient trees, nor stain the waters clear, for they have seen more summers than we.
Take what fills thy belly and no more, for war should never fatten us more.
When the horn sounds peace, sheath thy sword, for even warriors need rest.
Bear thy banner high, for a bold foe is one worth remembering.
Ehn’k’du, The Victorious, The Lawgiver, Master of Tumult, Binder of Realms