Game text
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- Don't start with me, you scurvy scoundrel!
- I'll fill ya full of grapeshot!
- And Grenth will fill yer lungs with water.
- Yer foul looks are spoilin' my rum. What say you to that?
- I'd say you'll be havin' a hard time drinkin' when I put a hole in yer belly!
- Smells like low tide in here, since you washed in.
- Your corpse'll be washin' back out come high tide, matey.
- Ye must've forgotten ta swab the poop deck, ye filthy dog.
- How dare ye? I'll swab the floor with yer guts fer that!
- Cap'n! Beggin' yer pardon but a direct attack is suicide!
- Stow that gutless whine, matey. We're pirates! We don't have to fight fair!
- Ahh! A surprise attack? I was wrong ta' doubt you sir!
- Get into to position, nice and quiet-like. When I give the signal, show no mercy!
- I tell you this ritual is mentioned in numerous texts as a powerful countermeasure. I believe it can drive the Orrians back.
- You have obviously misinterpreted your research. Yours is a foolhardy plan with no chance of success.
- If such a method of deterring the undead existed, we asura would have already discovered it. I refuse to believe it could be found in human knowledge.
- Your faith in your people is impressive. Still, I must try. The ritual must be performed near water and I believe the nearby beach is ideal.
- I don't understand. Nothing seems to be happening.
- What is that, out in the water?
- Where? I don't see—
- By the Alchemy. You've summoned some sort of Orrian monstrosity. Flee!
- Wait. We must stop it here, before it attacks our camp.
- You fool. We stand no chance against that horror. You may be eager to die, but I'm opting to escape.
- How much farther to this beach site you've chosen? We've needlessly risked our lives by venturing through this forest.
- I think I can see the beach ahead of us. It shouldn't be much longer.
- Your self-preservation concerns aside, this is bigger than us. This ritual will spell the end of the Orrian threat to this coast.
- Another undersea quake. Undead are rising from the depths!
- We must get our team to safety.
- Too late. They're already surrounded. Their only hope is to stay unseen, until we can reach them.
- It seems fairly quiet in Castavall, suddenly. I wonder if it may be safe to resume our exploration?
- You're right, it does seem dead down there. The good kind of dead, not the swimming, rotting, and smelly sort of dead...
- The caverns should be cleansed of the undead now. I'm already eager to resume exploring.
- We were lucky to escape with our lives. We should take more care going forward.
- These caverns are fantastic!
- This may be the Priory's greatest discovery yet!
- Judging by the mineral deposits from the vents, I estimate these ruins are nearly 600 years old.
- We should test your estimation by charting local coral growth rates?
- I wonder how much deeper these caverns might go. What might we find, in those depths?
- Did you feel that?
- That creature has been dealt with. Now we can return to our research.
- Are you really so eager? Can't we take a breather here for a moment before diving back in?
- An amusing turn of phrase. I suppose the caverns can keep their secrets while we recuperate up here.
- Thanks for indulging me. I should be fine as soon as I shake off this unfathomable horror.
- Will you pay heed to my advice from now on, when I insist a plan is unwise?
- This area did turn out to be more infested with Orrians than I had imagined.
- I still insist this ritual can work. I just need to review my notes more carefully and try again.
- I told him his plan was asinine, but that sylvari refuses to listen to reason.
- He is as stubborn as he is irrational. Can't he see how he's jeopardized our lives? The orrians are a relentless threat.
- By the Alchemy! They've discovered our camp. Protect the tents from their rampage!
- Finally, they've been turned back. This is what comes of trusting a sylvari.