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- She's locked down their forge research facility.
- No other choice.
- Might on Self-Destruct
- Go!
- We need to know what Vloxx is going to do. Make sure everyone is ready for a trap.
- While near an essence drainer, you lose health each second.
- Mini Hall of Chains Minotaur[s]
- Celebrate the New Year of the Horse
- Isgarren.
- Might as well try it. If nothing else, looks like it'd do some damage.
- Claw Slam
- Dynamics Streetwear Appearance Package
- Might on Self-Destruct
- Celestial's Firework Chest[s]
- Crafted with Homesteading Mastery. Requires Guild Wars 2: Visions of Eternity.
- And that is of no interest to you? We have the key to the seer defenses, yet you waste your time up here?
- Additional Strike
- I saw several consoles in the central chamber when we were last here. If I were a gambling man...
- Vine Poison
- +3%% to All Attributes +20%% Gold from Monsters +10%% Experience from Kills
- Grasp
- It's time to move on.
- Light Castoran Explorer's Rebreather
- Stay focused. Did anyone see where she went?
- Relic[s] of the Forest Dweller
- That did it. Inside!
- It did. Kuda's plan. She wanted us to see that.
- Impale
- I am nervous. Mentor Sidony assures me that the rite of Divitium Nava is as much about the ceremony as the trials. As one who has always done their due diligence, I sought out the accounts of other candidates; at least those who took the time to write down their experiences. To my surprise, I could find only four accounts that detailed the trials themselves with any veracity. Mentor Sidony informed me that the reason for this is simple: the trial chamber is never the same. It is designed to construct itself around the candidate, ensuring that no two candidates ever experience the trials within the same way. Based on the accounts I read—which Mentor Sidony confirmed—the trials are always divided into three sections: trials of the body, trials of the mind, and trials of the spirit. This information has not comforted me nor quelled my anxiety, however. If anything, it has made my stomach twist itself into knots. I feel ill...
- No other choice.
- All the altars are stable. You know what to do.
- Inquest have built some kind of facility on top of a huge seer structure northwest of camp. Is this where the tower is?
- Leave Squad and Return to Previous Map
- Hm. An electrical tool of some kind. Could we use this to rewire the barrier console?
- Hmm. This looks like some sort of control key for the barrier console.
- Interact
- We need to know what Vloxx is going to do. Make sure everyone is ready for a trap.
- This NPC has not been attacked by crabs.
- What do I do?
- Celestial's Firework Mace
- Welcome! How may the AUTOMATED INFORMATION DESK ENTITY assist you?
- Seer Vulnerability Attunement: Purple
- I already have all the tools I need.
- (These wounds were inflicted by teeth, nails, and claws. The body is dusted with inert coral fragments. Medical salve residue suggests Xhunn was recently inoculated against local biological threats.)
- Read
- Inverted Blade Wings Backpack and Glider Combo
- Fair enough. Tell me where he is, and—
- This chamber looks quite similar to the last... Although those altars appear dormant.
- Be quick, Wayfinder. I can't maintain this for much longer...
- I write with shaking hands, with sweat still beading upon my brow. I wish to convey every detail of my exquisite experience within the trial chamber. And yet...I find that I cannot muster the words. They are wholly inadequate. When I asked Mentor Sidony how long I was in the chamber, he told me (with what appeared to almost be a smile) that the time was just over forty-two hours. Yet it seemed as though it was not even thirty minutes. The eleven trials themselves were...unlike anything I could have envisioned. I cannot begin... No good can come from trying to express them with mere language. I now understand why so few of my people attempted to document their experiences within the trial chambers. To do so would...tarnish the existential joy... There is simply nothing more to say. I return home on the morrow, when the sun rises. I leave these notes behind. They are artifacts of my former life, and as such, inconsequential.