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- I'm always careful. So long.
- Careful. There's a lot of heavy equipment around here.
- But isn't lighter armor more vulnerable?
- Current Bonus:
Increased Chance of Crafting Critical Success = 15%%
Faster Endurance Gain = 7%%
Bonus Gold Per Kill = 6%%
Maximum Health Increase = 6%%
Chance for Additional Gathering Node Uses = 12%%
Increased Defense Against Monsters = 6%%
Bonus Experience Per Kill = 6%%
Healing Effectiveness Increase = 6%% - I'm working on a new alloy for our tanks. The armor we have now is strong, but the weight slows the vehicles down.
- Arsenal of the Blessed
- It's pretty simple. I've always been a tinkerer, so as soon as I got out of fahrar, I've been using my knowledge of mechanics to improve our war machines.
- Ah, good old Iron Legion ingenuity. Good-bye.
- Normally, yes. But I'm working on an alloy that, if layered in thin sheets, would be significantly lighter and stronger. It could make iron obsolete.
- That would be impressive to say the least.
- Lighter tanks are faster tanks. These beasts you see here are devastating weapons, but they're slow. Imagine if they could move twice as fast.
- Sure thing. Best of luck.
- Yes, I just need to figure out the mixture. I need to get back to work now. Thanks for the break.
- It can't be that bad.
- You don't trust the Iron Legion weapons team?
- It's a death trap, I tell ya. Five tons of iron, a quarter ton of black powder, and me, sealed inside. They expect me to charge off to the front lines like that? I'd be safer as a foot soldier.
- Why are you so nervous about it?
- This...thing. This tomb made of metal, that's what. We're expected to get inside that thing and ride to the front lines. I would rather walk.
- I'm encased in armored plating, blind to the world except for a tiny gun slit. It's a tomb with a view. I can't wait to get back to my warband and the Blood Legion.
- I'm sure you won't die inside that thing. Well, pretty sure.
- You've got a strange idea of fun. I'll take a forced march any day. I can't wait to get back to my warband and the Blood Legion.
- Good luck. I'm sure it'll be fine.
- If you were trying to be reassuring, you failed. Anyway, leave me alone now. I have to muster all my courage to get in that thing.
- You named your tank?
- I'm not really interested in tanks. Good-bye.
- I see you eyeing my tank. Ain't she a beaut? I call her "Claws," after my grandsire's old siege devourer.
- It brings a tear to the eye.
- I'll leave you two alone. Bye.
- She's more than just tracks and a turret. She's the weapon of my dreams. She could crush an entire encampment of grawl without batting an eyelash.
- I'm sure you two will be very happy together. Good-bye.
- Exactly. If Gaheron Baelfire were in Miss Claws' sights, the Flame Legion would be a mere footnote in the Priory archives.
- You might be a bit too lonely.
- It's not "this tank", it's "Claws", and I'm her driver. She doesn't love her commander and gunner the way that she loves me.
- You're right. I just don't understand. Bye.
- Lonely? Are you insane? Who could be alone when you've got this beautiful dame to drive? What "Claws" and I have is beyond you, that's all.
- Unknown
- I'm always up for a fight.
- No, I don't think so.
- A crackling voice issues from the portal, "Are you foolish enough to stand against us?"
- I'm up for any challenge.
- Probably, but I have other things to worry about. Good-bye.
- Survive the Bane.
- Laria Sharpeye
- Blood Legion Centurion
- Blood Legion Centurion
- Blood Legion Centurion
- Blood Legion Centurion
- Does that happen often?
- This door leads back into the Command Center of the Black Citadel.
- Exit Rytlock's office.