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• Risen Putrifier
• Soft Lander
• Risen Plaguebearer
• Reeva
• Sudia Strongmane
• A commendation and a roll-out. Blood Legion's already got ideas how to put your upgrade to use.
• Hold on, Brimstone. Ash needs that weapon more than your bruisers.
• Ha! Too bad it's not your decision. Iron built the weapon, so Iron will make the choice.
• Assist the skritt with their fortifications.
• Demonstrate how you would use the Ghostbore weapon, so my designer can evaluate and choose.
• Meet us at Exterminatus HQ, and bring your ordnance...and your best manners.
• Rytlock Brimstone
• That was harder than I thought. Hmph. I'm forced to be grateful to Tribune Desertgrave...whether I like it or not.
• Centurion, I'd like to explain—
• Shut it, Wroda. How long have you been Torga's pawn? You're a spy and traitor. You're lucky I don't gut you where you stand!
• I strip you of Blood Legion rank. You're finished, gladium. Now get out of here.
• I'm sorry, Wroda. I don't know what you're planning to do, but I have an idea: join my warband.
• You're loyal enough to out yourself as a spy just to keep a centurion safe, and that's the kind of soldier I need.
• Hey, you're the one who had the initiative to stop the Flame Legion. I'd be honored to join your team.
• Outstanding. Pack up your gear, and I'll see you at the Black Citadel.
• Centurion Volante Tornpaw
• Wroda the Quick
• Centurion! Tribune Desertgrave of Ash sent me to warn you. Flame Legion assassins have targeted you for elimination.
• An Ash soldier? In my camp? Ah...Wroda. I suspected you were one of Torga's spies. Get out of my sight, both of you, before I pull your teeth and use 'em as caltrops.
• Aren't you listening? I just said that the Flame Legion has stolen uniforms and equipment to disguise themselves as Iron. They're coming to kill you.
• I heard you, but I'm not Ash-trash. I don't snivel like a scaredy-cat at the first sign of danger. Now, tell me their plan.
• War between Blood and Iron. They think your death will break the alliance, and they have a well-planned attack coming. You need to be ready.
• I always am. You two stick around and you'll see. I'll even let you mop up after the fight.
• I'm looking for Wroda the Quick. I need to talk to her right away.
• Keep it down! I'm Wroda, and if these Blood Legion soldiers see us together, they'll know something's up.
• Flame Legion assassins are on their way to kill Centurion Tornpaw, disguised as Iron Legion. We have to warn the centurion.
• Centurion Tornpaw is in the command tent—just look for the meanest soldier there. But good luck convincing her, she's full of spit and rumble.
• I'll do my best.
• Maybe now my brothers and sisters can find rest in the Mists.
• You silenced Kaylar. They'll find satisfaction in that.
• Maybe this old cuss has a few fights left in him. You still have room in your ranks?
• I do. Welcome to the warband.
• Fyon the Wraith
• Fyon the Wraith? Rytlock Brimstone sent me.
• Ah, my old friend Rytlock. He must want to ask one last thing from me before I die.
• Not quite. He and I both want you to join my warband and leave dying till much, much later. Come with me, and start a new life.
• New beginnings are for the young. I'm old, and I only have one thing left to do: slash Warmaster Kaylar's throat.
• Unless you can put down a ghost for good, Warmaster Kaylar will just come back again.
• My comrades howl for justice from their shallow graves. I'm not leaving here without evening the score.
• Then we'll purify this crypt in their honor. If you survive, you join us. If not—
• Then I'll come back as a ghost myself and keep killing these Ascalonian devils forever and ever.
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• So, you're Samona? I'm your contact. We've got Flame Legion incoming, and I need your help.
• Flame Legion? I knew I smelled sulfur! Get it? Sul...fur? Fur?
• Your nose is better than your sense of humor. They'll be disguised as Blood Legion, and they want to destroy Iron's shiny new siege engine.