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• There's something about being in this place that makes me uneasy.
• I should at least prepare the meat for slaughter.
• Be patient with yourself. I'm sure she'll understand.
• Head to Heitor's Gate: %str1%
• I met with Frode, Dagda, Zojja, Galrath, and Zizel outside the bastion. The mood was somber and intense. Galrath led us inside, the severity of his tone evocative of what we would find. We were ambushed by Kryptis—the whole thing was a trap. Zojja ran far ahead of us while we were distracted, desperate to reach Mabon. Dagda called out to her, but Zojja was out of sight. Unfortunately, the Kryptis kept us occupied and prevented us from pursuing her. We fought our way through the halls until we found them both. Mabon hovered in the air, dark energies pulsing through his flesh. Zojja called out to him, but as we approached, another Kryptis emerged from his body, as if it had latched on to his very spirit before manifesting itself before us. We fought and prevailed. Zojja called out. Mabon directed his final words back: "You did not die in that place." We'd fended off the beast, but not without sacrificing our ally—their souls were tethered together, with one keeping the other alive. We did not hesitate, as our friend asked of us, as difficult as it was. Zojja crumbled beneath the loss of another mentor. Her bonds with these people were formed long before my arrival in Amnytas. I could hear the anguish in her cries. She parted from the group. The rest of us gathered around his body. I knew him briefly, but in that short span of time he made an impact. He was clearly loved by these people. Dagda approached Zojja in a small, quiet alcove. They sat together for a moment to grieve the loss of a friend. In that tender moment, I saw what lurked behind Zojja's emotion. Friendships ripped away too soon. Lessons cut short. Futures ended in the blink of an eye. First, Snaff. Now, Mabon. Dagda assured her that Mabon's death would not disrupt her place in their world—in the Astral Ward. She even alluded to something...bigger. More permanent. A new beginning. They want her to join the Wizard's Court. Even I was broadsided by Dagda's remarks. The implications... Would she see our friends again? Zojja clearly needed time to process—there was so much happening all at once. Dagda and I shared a quiet word, where she reiterated to me that Zojja's home is here. Now. Her past is behind her. Zizel and Galrath returned to the Wizard's Tower to deliver the news to the others, while Frode and Dagda remained near Mabon's body out of respect for their friend. Before I departed, Peitha caught a whiff of something, or someone, in the air. She wouldn't tell me what she was thinking, but whatever presence lingered silenced her omnipresent guff. As we get closer to Isgarren, that tension will only rise. Even questioning Peitha's morals, I believe she is uncomfortable with the events that lie ahead.
• And what is that task?
• Be careful approaching the rifts. Cerus is looking for you. He got a taste, and he wants a bite.
• Hyena Allies
• I don't have time to prove myself now, but I can try later.
• I approached Zojja during a vulnerable moment. Years of persistent fighting and tragic loss all surfaced in a moment laid bare under the false illusion of privacy. Everything is in the open now—from Zojja's early days in Destiny's Edge through her time recovering in Rata Sum, to the present. All laid out. We've...never spoken like that. Not even before her injury at Maguuma. She'd endured trauma and no longer had stature among the asura. She was sidelined—a scientist past her prime only mentioned in passing during history lectures. I'd occasionally thought of her all these years, and I would've jumped at the opportunity to see her. I just...lost track of time. Dealt with larger problems. I simply didn't know what she needed...or wanted. None of us did. After the blighting pod, Zojja needed to isolate herself. She hid from Logan. From all of us. She wasn't ready to talk. Not until now. Healing takes time. The Astral Ward is her home now; I know this. Neglect didn't drive her to them, but a search for a new beginning. She needed to find a new path with new people who didn't just see her for her past accolades or Destiny's Edge. People who could see her for who she is and what she offered. Mabon saw the spark in her, but his death threatened to extinguish it. But the wizards see her potential. Mabon wasn't alone in those thoughts. And now she has a big decision to make. Dagda offered her a place on the Wizard's Court. The group clearly wants her to stay. But...that choice comes with heavy consequences. When someone "ascends" to become a wizard, they lose memories from their past lives—not necessarily in their entirety, but you forget places, events, and people you were once close to. I can tell Zojja wants to do this, but I can also see that she might not be ready to leave her old life behind. She asked about Taimi, who, of all our companions, would have some pretty strong feelings about all this. When we had no choice but to kill Ceri, she called her—and by extension the Astral Ward—"found family." These people helped her to truly heal from her physical and mental injuries in ways that her contemporaries didn't. That her friends couldn't. The ward gave her an escape from the political trappings and dwindling cachet in Rata Sum. Zojja needed to leave the events of Maguuma behind, and the Astral Ward was the best thing she could've found. I told her that I'd support her no matter what and that I'll trust whatever decision she makes. Whoever she becomes after this, I will still call her my friend. I left Zojja to her thoughts. When I exited the barracks, I ran into Dagda lingering nearby. She dropped her hostile tone and instead treated me as someone concerned for a mutual friend. We both felt a little helpless in our attempts to comfort Zojja. I attempted to reassure her, emphasizing the weight of the decision she'd placed on our friend. It was the kindest interaction we've had yet. And I hope not the last. ***
• Skyscale Food
• Right, right. On it.
• "Meditation: The Ultimate Weapon"
• Actually, never mind. It can wait.
• Empowered Malice
• Hopefully they do.
• No thanks.
• Seal the rift to Nayos
• Looking forward to it.
• Is there anything I can do to help?
• That's scary.
• Hunter of Mystic Threats
• Meow.
• What questions do you have?
• Astral Ward Scout
• If you upset that man, there's no distance he won't go to get you for it. I'd run even further if I wasn't worried about abandoning my post. The Kryptis are nothing compared to him.
• Isgarren, While Sorrow and I are headed to Orr and others are still below, I decided that you needed a new companion. I'm calling her Mingoo. Don't fret; Dagda crafted her from the very essence of the cosmos. She only needs to be fed once a century. —V
• Keeping Eparch away?
• "Everyone Loves Wizards"
• Double-click to read.
• Aye, and the quicker the better. I don't recall this many demons lurking around here when we fell aslee—
• Continue tracking and closing rifts throughout Tyria.
• No, nothing.
• Cursed Shore Incursions
• It sniffs at the thorn sword, then it blinks approvingly. Apparently it has learned the scent now and can begin its adventure.
• Raptor
• Different types of motivations can be crafted and used to track more powerful rifts. We've got researchers working on making these recipes more accessible. We'll let you know when those are ready.
• Defeat chak to obtain a treat for your skyscale. More likely to drop from champions.
• Cerus's rage has been empowered, increasing the power of Cry of Rage.
• Kaineng Lights Mount Select License[s]
• Die, Kryptis!
• Timin Blastburl
• Yes. We may be able to repair any damage done, but there is no rebuilding it. Especially not if we lose Isgarren, too. We're holding the line at the Bastion of Strength.
• At first, it was simple curiosity. Cerus was not wrong—you are a...delicacy to us.
• Inspect
• Rata Novan Refugee
• Scales of Dragrimmar
• Right. The Kryptis are an especially...horrifying enemy. They're not just bestial in nature, but they operate on an entirely different plane of morality.