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• Rage Steeltongue
• Stand down! All of you, stand down—now!
• So, you fight your own warband better than you fight the enemy? Go on, get out of my sight while I figure out what to do with you.
• There's a load of supplies over at Tela Range. Bring them to me, double-time! It's the only job you're fit for. Screw this up, and I will use your hide as a doormat. Understood?
• Understood...boss.
• The rest of your warband defected voluntarily. Don't be stubborn.
• Why fight for Blood when you can cook for Flame Legion? Females have it easy with us.
• You want me to desert and join you so you can demote me to fry cook? Please. I've killed a hundred males twice your size.
• Fall in line or fall on a blade. I don't care which.
• No luck trolling for recruits at the pig farm? You Flame Legion stiffs must be desperate. I came here for supplies, but this is a lot more fun.
• If it's fun you want...recruits! Let's send Blood Legion a message. Bury these idiots, and destroy those supplies while you're at it!
• Flame Legion Recruiter
• Elexus Shredskin
• My whole warband deserted for the promise of power. Never thought I'd see something like that.
• I have nothing left but my life. If you'll have me in your ranks, it's yours.
• We need soldiers, and you can clearly handle yourself in a scrap. Welcome to the warband.
• Just be warned—my legionnaire is going to drown us for losing those supplies. I hope you can swim.
• Don't worry. I can hold my breath for a long time. I'll take punishment over death...or being a gladium. Lead on.
• At ease, soldier. Your warband paid a heavy toll fending off the recent ghost incursion. Their names will be remembered with honor.
• Thank you, Tribune. I plan to remember them by blasting apart every last ghost left out there.
• Imperator Smodur and I share your sentiment. The Iron Legion must find a way to end this ghost problem—for good. But to do that, we're going to need better weapons.
• I might have just the thing, sir. I've been designing a firearm specifically to eradicate ghosts. I call it my Ghostbore musket.
• Ah, yes, I remember reading that proposal. Between that and your performance against Barradin, I'm promoting you to acting legionnaire. Do well, and it'll be permanent.
• Thank you, sir, but my warband's been decimated. There's only one other soldier left.
• You can solve that problem the Iron Legion way. Build a new warband, and bring me a working prototype of that weapon. Clear?
• Clear, sir. I'll build a warband and a weapon the Iron Legion can be proud to call their own.
• Tribune Bhuer Goreblade
• You there! We know about the Ghostbore musket plans. Hand them over and I'll just leave a scar.
• Come and get them, zealot. I'll pull off your horns and nail your tail to the floor with 'em.
• Oh, I'm going to enjoy roasting you alive.
• Flame Legion Lookout
• You there! We know about the Ghostbore musket plans. Hand them over and I'll just leave a scar.
• Come and get them, zealot. I'll pull off your horns and nail your tail to the floor with 'em.
• Okay, boys. Time to teach this girl some manners!
• Flame Legion Lookout
• Give me the password, or I'll give you a second smile just below your chin.
• Back off. The password's "Burntsoul." You should be less jumpy. It's bad for your health to twitch like that.
• Don't tell me my business, especially not before a big attack. Hurry up and get in there before you miss the briefing.
• Flame Legion Sentry
• Ugh! It feels good to get out of that Flame Legion disguise.
• You look much better now. Blood of the Khan-Ur, you saved my life.
• I wish I could've done the same for your warband.
• The Flame Legion wanted the citadel watch roster, and killed my friends one by one to get it. I was next.
• I hear you. Ghosts and incompetence slaughtered most of my 'band. But you don't have to be a gladium. Throw in your lot with us.
• Gladly. I owe you my life. Just promise me that we'll pave the citadel's streets in Flame Legion carcasses.
• Count on it. For now, get to safety. A warband member is outside. Wave; say you're with me. They'll get you to the citadel. I'll meet you there when I'm done.
• Yahuk Fellstrike
• Give me the password, or I'll give you a second smile just below your chin.
• Back off. The password's "Burntsoul."
• Whoa! Do you have a cold or something?