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• Ok, I'll wait until one is finished.
• Commune with the energies here.
• Can I have a keg?
• Maybe another time.
• It took time, but after many failed and barely acceptable batches, he finally found his recipe. Thus, the Courage Brewery was founded! Here, have a brew, on me.
• Don't bother explaining. I plan to make the whole thing up as I go along.
• Either you're the earthworm or the eagle, baby.
• Who's heard of the Maverick? What...nobody? Aw, come on!
• I wrestled a wurm once. You should have seen it!
• That's all for now. Good-bye.
• No time to talk. I have to go.
• I don't have time for this.
• A Ranger's Road
• The wardens I meet on the road are never content to stay within the walls of a city. City life is ponderous, confining, tedious, and worst of all - civilized.
• When you walk in a city, you must watch for the people around you, ready to apologize when a stranger bumps into you or suddenly crosses your path. The walls of houses and shops kill the wind.
• The air is stagnant, and the stench of imprisoned animals is everywhere. That may be a fine life for a merchant, a guard, or even a duelist, but not for me. That is the very reason I became a ranger.
• As a warden of these lands, I know every hill and valley, every ridge and river. When I was young, my mother would ask me to walk two blocks to the marketplace, and I would trudge there like it was a punishment.
• Now when the spirit takes me, I run to the other side of a kingdom, crossing continents, searching for the dead spots on my maps. A farmer plods, but a ranger runs.
• She always travels faster alone... with windborne speed, she crosses a league with every stride.
• The wind calls, and I must answer it. As I whisper prayers to Dwayna, I run until my feet barely touch the ground, soaring over every blade of grass like a spring zephyr. There is no plodding peasant in my path to whom I must apologize.
• Instead, I see where the breezes kiss the ground, and my path appears unseen before me. I am an avatar of speed, and I am unstoppable. Every road is freedom, and I am free.
• The land rebels. Herds of animals, packs of predators, squads of soldiers - they're always alarmed at the sight of my swift running, raising their claws, horns, swords, and spells against me.
• I dodge, I flow, I parry in a swirl of flashing blades, as no attack can wound me, no injury can slow me. As the river must flow, so must I keep running, because I answer to no law save that of the wild: survival of the swiftest.
• As I run across my domain, I tame this land. I conquer it. It is mine.
• And if these words stir your heart, you must run with me.
• The open road awaits you, warden. The wilderness calls to you, ranger. Answer it, and run with me.
• This is our journey.
• The human race once ruled Tyria.
• Now, we struggle to hold our ground.
• We've been defeated, driven back, and broken. But we will not surrender.
• So many nations have fallen. Only Kryta still stands.
• Our faith is strong, despite the silence of the Six Gods.
• With courage, we'll make our stand in Divinity's Reach.
• I grew up on the streets. Although I have friends, my life has always been hard.
• Commander, As we discussed, krait slavers have been taking anyone they can catch on or near the waters of Nonmoa Lake. These aren't just innocents, they're potential Pact recruits, so it's imperative that we free the prisoners and shut down the slavers. I've got Crusader Apatia, formerly of the Lionguard, standing by on the lakeshore. She remembers you from Claw Island and is quite keen to work with you again. Good luck. —Marshal Trahearne
• The game ends when there are no players left alive, so revive your teammates.
• I've faced the worst this city could throw at me, and I sent it home bleeding.
• I can take care of myself, but that's not enough anymore. Someone has to help those who can't.
• This is my story.
• The city is my home.
• I'm done living hand-to-mouth. There's a war on our doorstep, and I refuse to be buried by it.
• Problem is, when I arrived in Shaemoor, the village was under attack by centaurs.
• Innocent villagers are in danger. Someone has to help.
• I was born into luxury, a noble of Divinity's Reach, and privilege comes with responsibility.
• I protect the commoners under my care. They believe in me.
• I'm grateful for their trust, and I will not let them down.
• Rooba is planning on bringing in her golem, the C.L.E.A.N. 5000 to absorb as much of this magical material as possible. She's near the C.L.E.A.N. station waiting for some help.
• I will show the people that we can triumph, that there is still hope.
• This is my story.
• The city is my home.