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- Restless Tomb
- Centurion Balbo Crosscut
- This looks bad.
- Hold that line!
- Fallen Lionguard
- These dusty pages of hastily scribbled notes are largely illegible. Crudely drawn pictures of ettins cover the margins. It seems the Lionguard were researching ettins.
- You still here?
- I need to know more about Duke Barradin.
- What do you know about Tribune Brimstone?
- Leaving now, Centurion.
- Barradin's a nasty piece of work, even for a ghost. He's the one who provoked the others into attacking Smokestead. Take him out, and his corps will simply drift away.
- You can count on me, Centurion.
- I know that no one's ever kept him waiting on the battlefield and lived to tell the tale. So get down there. It's better to fight by his side than to die by his sword.
- How about Duke Barradin?
- Yes, Centurion.
- Fall in, soldiers! It's time to remind these ghosts who's in charge.
- We're going to hit Barradin so hard it'll take him weeks to reappear! Move out!
- Steelbane! By Smodur's missing eye, the battle's in the crypt!
- I'm holding this tactical position. I'm—
- Open that gate, or I'll be holding your head. Now! Rytlock needs reinforcements.
- Hold it, soldier. Tribune Brimstone's gone into the crypt. Orders are we make sure no ghosts follow him. Which means we don't advance 'til the last one's vapor.
- Our warband's been scattered. I'll go round them up.
- Hey, anybody can't keep up gets left behind. Obey my orders or I'll have you split tip-to-tail for insubordination. Is that clear, soldier?
- Crystal...sir.
- Barradin's really got his minions in a rage this time. Tribune Brimstone went down into the crypts to lead the counterattack. So why are you still up here, soldier?
- I'll be right back.
- Jackdaw Sniper
- Teleports • Pulls
- %str1%! Still upright and kicking, eh? Howl charged ahead, as usual. His impatience is gonna get him a knife in the back someday. Not my knife...probably. Unless someone steals my knife.
- How's our artillery holding up?
- Must be serious to make you this chatty. I've got my orders, so I'm moving out.
- Ghosts overran us. Smashed most of our mortars. A few are still operational, though, if you feel like shelling some of the blue fiends.
- I'll put them to good use.
- Woohoo! %str1%, glad to see ya, buddy. I'd rather have you by my side than some raw cub. Speaking of dumb cubs, Howl charged ahead to the front lines. Again.
- I'll look for him. Remember—only survivors get to brag.
- Everybody stand clear. I've got my kicking boots on and I'm all out of mossgum.
- Mixing your threats as always, buddy. Keep fighting the good fight.
- Yeah, if anything happened to you and me, Euryale would never let us hear the end of it.
- Then let's avoid that. See you when it's over.
- %str1%, there you are. Let's see...what've you missed? Oh, our warband's been pitched around like a skritt in a harpy pit. Howl's gone ahead. I guess you can just pick a ghost and start killin'.
- My orders are to back up Tribune Brimstone in the crypt. Hold the line until I get back.
- These ghosts think they can push us around, but I'll kill 'em twice over. And if they're still not dead, twice over again.
- Save some for the rest of us.
- Knocks back • Immobilizes
- Blinds • Stealths Allies • Immobilizes
- About time you made an appearance. When you're done warming up here, you should find Howl. He ran ahead to the crypt.
- No time for practice. I've been ordered to join Tribune Brimstone.
- I'll find you when we've put the last of these ghosts back in the ground.
- Careful out here. Me and Dinky will protect you, but you gotta stay close.
- No can do. I've been ordered to advance. See you after the last ghost falls.