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• The Sea of Clouds
• We observed that lost items seemed to reappear more often. We attempted to repeat the experiment with the man, but alas, he was escorted out of the club by security.
• I'm busy, sorry.
• This Insight of Mastery has no more to offer you.
• Defeat the champion boss roaming around the Bastion of the Natural.
• What do you make of this situation as a Canthan?
• I...(sigh) It's never easy.
• You can't hide when you've already been spotted!
• Maer
• If you're so concerned, why did you rescue me?
• Aye. Something happened between the two of them, back in the era of magic. Before the "gods" came.
• [lbracket]Gliding Abilities[rbracket]
• "Meditation: The Ultimate Weapon"
• Cerus's rage is being empowered. Destroy this embodiment to prevent Cerus from increasing the power of his Cry of Rage.
• Swirling shadows drag you back to the central platform.
• Nothing for now, thanks.
• Recipe[s]: Relic of the Cavalier
• I should leave them be.
• Well, you didn't win, but from what I can tell you survived. Left Elona to go seek an answer to Balthazar and just...disappeared for good.
• What else can you tell me about motivations?
• Mabon's Journal
• If you're so concerned, why did you rescue me?
• I guess she hasn't had the need...or the heart...to turn it back on.
• Can you tell me anything more about these rifts?
• Nothing seems to happen. The mysterious energy remains in place, safeguarding the key affixed to the wall.
• ((1088522))
• Not making a great case for yourself.
• Homestead Metal in Furnace x100
• Mabon... What do you want to know?
• Stuns for 3 seconds.
• Infuse a Xunlai electrum ingot with the power of this location.
• An interesting perspective.
• Defeat %num2% players in ranked matches during 3v3 Season Nine.
• Droknar's Forge Refugee
• I'll meet you there.
• Read
• Barrier on hit
• _Foreword_ *This journal is preserved as a part of Isgarren's collection of "written relics." These documents display the thoughts of a poignant member of Tyrian history, whether they interacted with the court or not. Turai Ossa, who was the twelfth wayfinder before that title was revoked after his "failed" ascension, wrote in this journal during his brief stay in Amnytas.* This strange, ostentatious place. The "Wizard's Tower," Isgarren tells me. I have not been here long, nor do I expect my journey will allow me to stay longer than a dusk or two... Isgarren showed himself to me, pretending to be a djinn named "Akeem." Thinking he was some god eager to feast on my desperation in this constant fracas against Palawa, I conceded and offered my life in trade for Elona's freedom. He laughed, claiming to not be some slaughterous deity, then asked if I would share my woe. I told him of my plan to attack the autocrat, to which he expressed doubt. Not doubt for my ability, but doubt for being able to *kill* the monster. He bid me return to his home...this place. Isgarren opened a portal before my very eyes—without spoken incantation or rhyme. Maybe flawed in judgment, I did not hesitate, and when we stepped through that portal, we were among these very halls. Dimly lit, with only the sounds of shoes against marble. My bearings were only confused when Isgarren, not Akeem, revealed himself as...another being. A "seer" he tells me, although Akeem was living and real long ago. He led me to a room with a young woman fixed at a table in the center. Books and scrolls created a small fortress around her—human, but not Elonian. She recognized me immediately and introduced herself as Asphodel IV. Asphodel asked if Palawa was dead—she was expectant, I think. Isgarren explained what I had told him, and she returned to her table. They informed me that killing him may not be easy, but _trapping_ the lich's soul...easier. Asphodel—that aberrant, restless woman—is currently collecting as many volumes on entanglement magics as she can find; she will help me read through their archaic texts later. Although I can't speak of this place, or return with Asphodel and her many books, Isgarren hopes that I may be...inspired.
• Right, sure. On it.
• ArenaNet Staff
• (grunts)
• Wizard's Vault Objectives
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• With Cerus dead, Peitha insisted that we take our leave. Eparch was surely watching and could ambush us at any moment. I followed without hesitation. When we emerged from the portal, we were back in the opulent embrace of the Wizard's Tower. Zojja's voice broke through the crowd first. She rushed to my side, inspecting me for injuries. Similarly, the Astral Ward flocked to Isgarren—eager to have their leader back—but Dagda's gaze immediately fixated on Peitha. For once, someone else stirred a bigger reaction from her than me. Peitha, however, was unfazed. If anything, she appreciated the jotun's reflective nature. Before the two came to blows, Isgarren stomped on any impending escalations. He was home now, and drama like that would not be tolerated. Sharing Dagda's curiosity, Isgarren turned to Peitha. He had questions that demanded answers. While Peitha and Isgarren headed somewhere more private to talk business, Zojja pulled me aside. She'd finally made her choice. THE choice. She told me how she struggled against those thoughts: wouldn't she be leaving her friends—the remains of Destiny's Edge, the colleges, and Dragon's Watch—behind if she chose to ascend? Would she be leaving me after reuniting after so many years apart? I did the only thing I could: I supported her. Whatever she chooses, this is her family now. These are her people. And, regardless, I have my own path to travel. Whatever version of Zojja I meet on the other side, I'll support her just the same. She held back tears as Dagda approached—Isgarren and Peitha called for me. Zojja nodded, encouraging me to go ahead. She was going to be fine. I rejoined the group. Peitha and Isgarren were already at odds. Peitha told us that the situation in Nayos had devolved and was beyond anything we could imagine. While war raged against the Kryptis in Amnytas, another conflict had been stirring in the burrows of Nayos for millennia. The Kryptis may be a bit prickly compared to Tyrian standards of etiquette, but Eparch is an entirely different beast. He'd reduced their people to cattle, feasting on their bodies and souls to his benefit. Even with Cerus out of the picture, we'd barely snatched victory from his jaws. Peitha was Kryptis royalty. And she needed our aid in the fight against her corrupt leader. Isgarren was entirely strategic—almost clinical—about her request. He posited that allowing Eparch to bring his world to ruin may spare ours, but Peitha shook off those remarks. She insisted that Eparch would simply come here when he'd had his fill, invigorated and ready to conquer. And he is quite fond of our world. Isgarren analyzed the situation before eventually asking for my input. Peitha had been a fixture in my mind this entire journey, and while I questioned her allegiance until the moment she rose up against Cerus, she has not harmed me once. She protected me from Eparch's whispers—she guided me in battle. She may be a Kryptis, and we may not know all of her motivations, but we haven't seen all that Eparch is capable of. And we do not want him here. I offered to go with Peitha to her home world. Isgarren, at first hesitant, eventually agreed. The ward needs to recover before he can lend any meaningful aid, but as soon as Peitha is ready I will join her in Nayos. After our impromptu war council concluded, I stepped aside to speak with my cross-dimensional ally. At first it will just be Peitha and I embarking on her mission—she feared bringing too many of Isgarren's forces in too quickly would threaten the greater Kryptis society, so I will act as her champion while we rally support from the inside. Before I was pulled into that rift in Gendarran Fields, I questioned what came next. With the Elder Dragons dead and Aurene settling into her new role, I...didn't know. I didn't know what I wanted or what the world wanted from me. I suppose Zojja and I shared similar struggles. But now I feel like the world has been cracked wide open. With the discovery of the Astral Ward, I realized that there's a whole side of Tyria that I didn't know about. That nobody knows about. And with the arrival of the Kryptis, we may be seeing new threats from the Mists emerge in their place more frequently. Tyria needs to act. We've a reprieve from the onslaught of the Elder Dragons—and there have been no signs of any rogue gods. We need to rebuild and heal. With the Kryptis being pushed back into Nayos, we've got time to figure things out. For now, at least. I just hope that Isgarren chooses to inform the rest of the world of this darker threat before the hour is too late. Peitha suggested I do the rounds and meet with my allies—enjoy a moment just to breathe. Because, as soon as she's ready, we're headed to Nayos.
• Seal the rift to Nayos
• Empowered Envy
• Did you know about the Void?
• And then...
• That does make some sense.
• Sloth Queen
• I'll leave you to it.