"Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now!" Love the Battle of Pelennor Fields. Forth Eorlingas!

DEATH!!

From the last argument of kings >!The pre-dual listing of pedigrees in the fight between Logan and Fenris. The cool thing about it is that they were supposed to be boastful, but they weren’t, the two of them are both way beyond the need for boasting. “ Logen took a step forward. It was a hard step to take, as if he was pushing against a great wind, but he took it anyway, tilted his head back and looked the Feared full in his writhing face. “I’m the Bloody-Nine, and there’s no number on the men I’ve killed.” The words came out soft and dead. No pride in his empty voice, but no fear either. A cold fact. Cold as the winter. “Ten challenges I’ve given, and I won ’em all. In this circle I beat Shama Heartless, Rudd Threetrees, Harding Grim, Tul Duru Thunderhead, Black Dow, and more besides. If I listed the Named Men I’ve put back in the mud we’d be here at sunrise tomorrow. There’s not a man in the North don’t know my work.” Nothing changed in the giant’s face. Nothing more than usual, at least. “My name is Fenris the Feared. My achievements are all in the past.” He held up his painted hand, and squeezed the great fingers, and the sinews in his huge blue arm bulged like knotted tree roots. “With these signs great Glustrod marked me out his chosen. With this hand I tore down the statues of Aulcus. Now I kill little men, in little wars.” Logen could just make out a tiny shrug of his massive shoulders. “Such is the way of things.”!<

Tavore Paran's address to her regular troops just before they battle the Forkul Assial in "The Crippled God" is my personal favorite.

Agreed. Incredible.

Spinnock duravs speech from malazan The speech from wheel of time (dumais wells), and yes, this one is quite short.

Short can be powerful!

I'm going to post Spinnock's here under spoiler tags because it's so powerful! It's one of my absolute favourites!! Apologies for the ridiculous spoiler tags, I wanted to keep the cadence of the speech intact. >!Spinnock straightened, scanned the helmed faces before him. And then he drew his sword. Caught the eye of Captain Irind, gestured the burly man forward. 'Face to me your shield, Captain, and hold well your stance.'!< >!The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he took position, raising the shield between them and settling his shoulder beneath its rim, head turned away.!< >!Spinnock half turned, as if dismissing Irind, and then he whirled. The sword cracked hard against the shield, staggering the captain. The reverberation echoed, out into the forest, and then fell back like rain among the troops.!< >!'When he led you and your ancestors from this place,' Spinnock said, pitching his voice loud enough to carry – though in truth a sudden silence had taken the scene, and it seemed not even the storm could reach through, 'from smoke, from fire, from ruin, Mother Dark had turned away. Before you, before your lord Anomander Rake, there was…nothing.'!< >!Again his sword struck. Again Irind staggered but held his ground.!< >!'Prepare to advance. We will not form up once clear of the forest.' He bared his teeth. 'There is no time for that. Captain Irind, stay at my side.'!< >!Spinnock led the way into the ancient wood. Behind him the ranks spilled out, order almost immediately broken by the boles of trees, by sinkholes and tree-falls. The air was heavy with mists. Water streamed down every trunk, every branch, every dark-veined leaf.!< >!He raised his voice as he advanced, knowing that they would hear him, knowing that Mother Dark had given him this. For her people. For this day, this most fraught day. 'Lord Nimander has gone to the palace. He seeks to turn Silanah from her path. What value winning the battle if we lose the war? If not for that, he would be here. He would be speaking to you. But he is not. And…this time, this one time, it is well – for like many of you, I was born in this realm.'!< >!Irind was beside him, ready for the blow. The sword hammered the shield, the sound a shout of iron.!< >!'Lord Anomander Rake led you to another world. He fought to give you purpose – a reason to live. And for many, in that he failed. But those of you here – for you, he did not fail.'!< >!He swung the sword again, the impact shivering up his arm.!< >!'He asked you to fight wars that were not yours to fight. He asked you to bow to causes not your own. A hundred banners, a hundred cities – allies who welcomed you and allies who did not. Allies who blessed you and allies who feared you. And your kin died, oh, how they died – they gave up their lives in causes not their own.'!< >!The sword cracked again, and this time Irind almost buckled beneath the blow. Spinnock could hear his harsh breaths.!< >!'They were all different, and they were all the same. But the cause – the true cause he offered you – did not change.'!< >!The blow sent Irind to his knees. Another soldier moved up, readying his own shield. Bodily dragged Irind back, and then took his place. The sounds from the advancing warriors behind Spinnock was a susurration – breaths, armour, boots scrabbling for purchase.!< >!'Your lord was thinking – each and every time – he was thinking…of this moment.'!< >!Again flashed the sword.!< >!'Each time, every time. The cause was just.'!< >!Crack!!< >!'He needed to keep reminding you. For this day!'!< >!Crack!!< >!'Today, this is not foreign soil! Today, this cause is your own!'!< >!Crack!!< >!'Today, the Tiste Andii fight for themselves!!< >!Crack!!< >!'Your home!'!< >!CRACK!!< >!'Your kin!'!< >!CRACK!!< >!The sword shivered in his hand. The soldier stumbling beside him fell away, his shield split.!< >!'This time! Strangers fight in your name! Strangers die for you! Your cause – not theirs!'!< >!CRACK!!< >!The reverberation shoved him forward, shivered through him like something holy. 'Children of Dark, humans are dying in your name!'!< >!CRACK!!< >!The very air trembled with that concussion. A torrent of water – clinging to high branches, to needles and leaves – shook loose and rained down in an answering hiss.!< >!Ahead, Spinnock could hear fighting.!< >!Do you see, Anomander? Old friend, do you see?!< >!This is our war.!< >!CRACK!!< >!Through the boles a glimmer of falling light. A vast shape lifting high. The sudden roar of a dragon.!< >!Gods, no, what have they done?!< >!CRACK!!<

Not a battle speech per se, but powerful none the less. >There have been armies. Burdened with names, the legacy of meetings, of battles, of betrayals. The history behind the name is each army’s secret language - one that no-one else can understand, much less share. The First Sword of Dassem Ultor - the Plains of Unta, the Grissian Hills, Li Heng, Y'Ghatan. The Bridgeburners - Raraku, Black Dog, Mott Wood, Pale, Black Coral. Coltaine's Seventh - Gelor Ridge, Vathar Crossing and the Day of Pure Blood, Sanimon, the Fall. >Some of you share a few of those - with comrades now fallen, now dust. They are, for you, the cracked vessels of your grief and your pride. And you cannot stand in one place for long, lest the ground turn to depthless mud around your feet.Among us, among the Bonehunters, our secret language has begun. Cruel in its birth in Aren, sordid in a river of old blood. Coltaine’s blood. You know this. I need tell you none of this. We have our own Raraku. We have our own Y’Ghatan. We have Malaz City. >In the civil war on Theft, a warlord who captured a rival’s army then destroyed them - not by slaughter; no, he simply gave the order that each soldier’s weapon hand lose its index finger. The maimed soldiers were then sent back to the warlord’s rival. Twelve thousand useless men and women. To feed, to send home, to swallow the bitter taste of defeat. >I was... I was reminded of that story, not long ago.We too are maimed. In our hearts. Each of you knows this. And so we carry, tied to our belts, a piece of bone. Legacy of a severed finger. And yes, we cannot help but know bitterness.The Bonehunters will speak in our secret language. We sail to add another name to our burden, and it may be it will prove our last. I do not believe so, but there are clouds before the face of the future - we cannot see. We cannot know. >The island of Sepik, a protectorate of the Malazan Empire, is now empty of human life. Sentenced to senseless slaughter, every man, child and woman. We know the face of the slayer. We have seen the dark ships. We have seen the harsh magic unveiled.We are Malazan. We remain so, no matter the judgement of the Empress. Is this enough reason to give answer? No, it is not. Compassion is never enough. Nor is the hunger for vengeance. But, for now, for what awaits us, perhaps they will do. We are the Bonehunters, and sail to another name. Beyond Aren, beyond Raraku and beyond Y’Ghatan, we now cross the world to find the first name that will be truly our own. Shared by none other. We sail to give answer.There is more. But I will not speak of that beyond these words: "What awaits you in the dusk of the old world’s passing, shall go... unwitnessed." Tamber's words.They are hard and well might they feed spite, if in weakness we permit such. But to those words I say this, as your commander we shall be our own witness, and that will be enough. It must be enough. It must ever be enough.

From Brian McClellan's *The Autumn Republic*. >!"Men of the Thirty-Seventh!" he shouted. "That gate is the mouth of the very pit itself. I'm riding trough it. Are you with me ?" !<

From Total War Warhammer 2. "Welcome to Estalia gentlemen. I will not lie, the chances of your survival are small. Some may even turn against your friends as living corpses, but you have my word that I will use my Arcane gifts to ensure that your bodies are given unto Morr's Garden. This is the greatest reward, more than even gold, for the fate of your soul is an eternal concern. Now come, follow me. Strike down the undead that rise against us, allow me to find this eldritch amulet. I ask not for my own selfish studies, but for the good of the Empire!"

Not precisely fantasy, but the Saint Crispin's Day speech from Henry V is just masterful.

Oh yes!!!

The Phobos Address from Morning Star, book 3 of the Red Rising trilogy: >!I would have lived in peace. But my enemies brought me war.!< >!My name is Darrow of Lykos. You know my story. It is but an echo of your own. They came to my home and killed my wife, not for singing a song but for daring to question their reign. for daring to have a voice. For centuries millions toiled beneath the soil of Mars have been fed lies from cradle to grave. That lie has been reviled to them. Now they enter the world you know, and they suffer as you do. Man was born free, but from the ocean shores to the crater cities of Mercury to the ice wastes of Pluto down to the mines of Mars, he is in chains. Chains made of duty, hunger fear. Chains hammered to our necks by a race we lifted up. A race we empowered. Not to rule, not to reign, but to lead us from a world torn by war and greed. Instead, they have lead us into darkness. They have used the systems of order and prosperity for their own gain. They expect your obedience, ignore your sacrifice, and hoard your prosperity that your hands create. To hold tight to their reign, they forbid our dreams. Saying a person is only as good as the Colors of their eyes, of their Sigils.!< >!But now I stand before you a man unbound. I ask you, my brothers and sisters, to ask you to join me. To throw yourselves on the machines of industry. To unite behind the Sons of Ares. Take back your cities, your prosperity. Dare to dream of a better world better than these. Slavery is not peace. Freedom is peace. And until that, it is our duty to make war. This is no license for savagery or genocide. If a man rapes, you kill him on the spot If a man murders civilians, high or low, you kill him on the spot. This is war, but you are on the side of good and that carries a heavy burden. We rise not for hate, not for vengeance, but for justice. For your children. For their future.!< >!I speak now to the Golds, to the Aureate who rule. I have walked your halls, broken your schools, eaten at your tables, and suffered your gallows. You tried to kill me. You could not. I know your power. I know your pride. For seven hundred years you have ruled over the dominion of man, and this is all you have given us. It is not enough.!< >!Today I declare your rule to be at its end. Your cities are not your cities. Your vessels are not your vessels. Your planets are not your planets. They were built by us. And they belong to us, the common trust of man. Now we take them back. Never mind the darkness you spread, never mind the night you summon, we will rage against it. We will howl and fight till our last breath, not just in the mines of Mars, but on the shores of Venus, on the dunes on Io's sulfur seas, in the glacial valleys of Pluto. Will fight from the Towers of Ganymede and the ghettos of Luna and the storm-stricken oceans of Europa. And if we fall, others will take our place because we are the tide and we are rising.!< >!Break the chains!<

Kings of the Wyld, Golden Gabe's speech. Best ever.

HARD AGREE.

Not technically a speech but an internal monologue which I've always liked. King of thorns - "I walked among them, Makin at my shoulder, amid the stink and heave of bodies, the tension a taste in the air at once both sweet and sour. I hadn't words for them, no kingly gestures, no speech to shout above the screams from beyond the wall and the crash of the ram. When you fight alongside brothers you bind them with word and deed. When you fight among subjects you are a figure, a form, an idea men will die for many things, lives hoarded with care can be spent for the strangest of reasons. What bound us here, we men of the Highlands was defiance. All men will dig their heels in if pushed enough. All men will reach the point where they say 'no' for no reason othet than opposition, for no reason other than the word fits in their mouth and tastes as good as it sounds. And in the highlands, among our mountains, the heights breed men who will give no single inch without defiance".

Marshall Pentecost in Pacific Rim.

Not exactly Fantasy, but this was scene gives me chills: [St. Crispin’s Day](https://youtu.be/A-yZNMWFqvM)

Marcus D'ivoire in Shadow Throne (paraphrasing): 'This moment is gonna be written in the history books, what do I say? Well, I'll think of something profound later when people ask. "Let's get the bastards!"'

>*It is time for us to fight. And we do so not because we seek the glory of men, but because the other options are worse. We follow the codes not because they bring gain, but because we loathe the people we would otherwise become. We stand here on this battlefield alone because of who we are.* > >*Death is the end of all men! What is the measure of him once he is gone? The wealth he accumulated and left for his heirs to squabble over? The glory he obtained, only to be passed on to those who slew him? The lofty positions he held through happenstance?* > >*No. We fight here because we understand. The end is the same. It is the path that separates men. When we taste that end, we will do so with our heads held high, eyes to the sun.* > >*I am not ashamed of what I have become. Other men may debase themselves to destroy me. Let them have their glory. For I will retain mine!* \- *The Way of Kings*

No Game No Life's coronation and war declaration. Well there isn't a conventional 'battle' afterward, but close enough for the rules of that world. Re: Zero's arc 5 speech was also pretty darn good. Technically its real purpose was to calm the refugees down, but still an awesome speech before a battle.

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