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• Astral Ward Apprentice
• Which means the coin...
• Gained by defeating enemies near the Blood Hill Camps. Your skyscale egg will be sufficiently infused at 100 stacks.
• Recipe[s]: Zephyrite Fish Jerky
• (groans)
• I awoke in that decaying place again. My head pounded as I gathered my bearings. Isgarren was crumpled on the ground nearby, nearing death but still hanging on by a thread. Peitha's voice rang in my ears, but my attention turned to the demon before us: Cerus. Cerus circled, mocking us as he closed in the same way the lumbering beast had tried to kill me before. He celebrated his impending victory: he'd returned to Nayos with Eparch's prized bounty, Isgarren, and a prize for himself. The champion of an Elder Dragon. The scourge of Tyria. Blood-tinged saliva dripped from his jaws in anticipation. This fight was done. As Cerus gloated, Isgarren called me to his side. With his last remaining strength, he cast an enchantment on me before Cerus took notice. But expending the energy rendered Isgarren unconscious. With Isgarren incapacitated, the demon's attention snapped to me. This time, he wasn't going to let me crawl out of here alive. We fought viciously, but it felt like an unwinnable battle. I was knocked to the ground, death threatening me once again. Before Cerus could land the final strike, a sardonic chuckle broke his concentration. I knew who she was before she stepped from the shadows. My blood turned cold. Was this what Peitha wanted, to serve me on a platter to her brother? The siblings mocked me as they danced, Peitha maneuvering between her brother and me. For a sliver of a moment, I was all but sure she was preparing to steal her brother's kill. Regret flooded my thoughts—I should've told Zojja. I should've told any of them. But it was too late. But Peitha did not raise a hand against me. Once she was positioned between us, she instead dragged the tyranny of Cerus and Eparch into the light. She'd had enough of their treachery. Of their disregard for their own kind. Peitha snarled at me to get me to my feet. Even with a Kryptis lord in my corner, the fight ahead would prove a brutal one. While we fended off Cerus's blows, they traded verbal jabs. Peitha had abandoned their king, and I'd walked straight into the meat grinder of sibling rivalry. From what I could parse, Eparch has done as much harm to Nayos as Cerus and he have done to Tyria. The battle persisted and eventually we weakened Cerus enough that Peitha called on me to land the final blow. "He did not deserve to dream," she growled, and I purged the life from her brother's body. Isgarren stirred awake but didn't recoil at the sight of our new "friend." I suppose little can faze someone whose lived for millennia and wrestled with demons for as long as he has. ***
• Do you know of any good fishing spots around here?
• Wayfinder, I... There was a time when I'd prefer the ward not see me in mourning. I want to be a leader they can lean on in times of struggle. But leaders mourn, too. And Mabon...
• I can't do anything with this yet, but I'll make note of its location.
• Dark Tyrant Appearance Package
• 11—Stargaze Ridge: On a pillar that Dagda can't perceive.
• Recipe[s]: Relic of the Defender
• We suspected, but it even surprised us. After all, the moment she died... Well, look around.
• Garenhoff is the epicenter of the damage—the place where we could study its most immediate effects. There were other fractals to study in the long term, but luckily they didn't manifest here.
• The Spiritual Center, I... (heavy breathing)
• Tendrils of Nourys deplete magic in: %str1%
• Loot the Chest of Grand Valdhertz Riches in the Valdhertz Crypts minidungeon in the Echovald Wilds.
• Initial Damage
• What difference would that have made, other than to elicit a little more fear...?
• That he was. When Arina came looking for me, he was the one that brought her here. He thought we needed each other, and...we did. I... Arina...
• Welcome to the Wizard's Tower, Wayfinder. Pardon how...scattered I am. We're still getting back on our feet after the tower was unsealed.
• Oh, if you'd like to talk about the Elder Dragons, I'm sure my friend here would LOVE to walk you through our studies.
• Recipe[s]: Relic of the Trooper
• We may be born of different rules, but strength recognizes strength.
• Kill %num2% Kryptis in Amnytas.
• Breathe. One step at a time.
• You're on the right path, don't fret.
• [null]
• You are such a fascinating creature. Your memories are molten. The trials you've faced...
• Where did you get this?
• Narcisse's Journal
• You seem to be a fan of Mabon.
• Return to Sidony the Shadowkeeper
• So do I.
• Seal the rift to Nayos
• If you can make it quick, certainly.
• Amnytas is... Hm, where to start? It's a hub of research. Each of the six bastions represents a different subset of Tyrian magic: nature, the cosmos, balance, battle magic, knowledge, and the obscure.
• I'd like to buy fishing goods, please.
• Let me take a look!
• Tapped Out
• I've spent a long time on this problem, and this is our best option. Part of leading is accepting the cost of that choice. The truth is, as high as the price is to learn what we've learned, I've never regretted it.
• I... I'll try.
• Is that a big risk?
• Just passing through, I'm afraid.
• Flames envelop this tree, and within them appears to be a mysterious energy powered by magic unlike any you've seen. The blistering heat prevents you from getting a closer look.
• /bless unlocked!
• Griffon
• Want to talk about something else?
• I have more questions.
• These particular fractals, as they've been described to me, are a complete marvel; they've been used by Isgarren and the wizards for centuries to test the many possibilities that the future may contain in an attempt to predict future threats. When Isgarren's magic was fractured by the end of the dragon cycle, these tiny realities were ripped from the Mists and manifested here above Tyria. They're not entirely dissimilar from the fractals monitored by Dessa, from what I can tell—Dessa's naturally occurring in the Mists and these deliberately formed—but the inhabitants that live within these are flesh and bone. They're outside of the Mists. They're alive, and I can't imagine the fear they're experiencing. The Astral Ward are doing what they can to contain the local threats, but I'm not sure if anyone really knows what to do with the inhabitants. All I know is that their fear is potent to the Kryptis. They're being hunted, and keeping those inhabitants safe should be one of the ward's leading priorities. Thankfully, though, Zojja and the others were able to pinpoint Dagda's location on one of these fractals—an abandoned observatory fixed inside of one of the floating islands. Frode and Uenno guarded the entrance while Zojja and I ventured inside. A small group, so as to not overwhelm Dagda under the worst of circumstances. Before we reached the wizard, Ceri, one of Dagda's apprentices, ambushed us inside of the cave. She was...gone. The entirety of her being possessed by a Kryptis. With no hope of quelling the beast inside her, death was Ceri's mercy. Zojja took a moment to mourn before we pushed forward, clearly affected by the loss of "found family," as she called it. She has an entire life here: new friends, a mentor. I'm the stranger looking in. ***