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- Hurry into the passage. We need to find my contact.
- Nightmare Court Bowman
- The dreamers break so easily.
- Separate them from their roots and they snap like twigs.
- Harvester
- Harvester
- I was thinking that for dinner we could start with a spikefruit salad with crab, then the entree could be spikefruit-stuffed crab, with a spikefruit crab parfait for dessert.
- Ugh, that smell. They must train devourers here.
- Check Oracyte
- Oracyte Cluster
- Get out of sight, and we'll get started.
- Killing the top brass? The Flame Legion likes to think big.
- Yeah. We'd better see if Forktail can tell us any more.
- Either way, I'm bringing him back. I'll send word after I do.
- That's what's coming for the brass—live immolation. I can't thank you enough for believing in me, but I can start by returning to the citadel, just like you said.
- Thanks. You've earned my trust, but you're still a fugitive. I'll come find you later.
- Don't hold your breath, jailer.
- Looks like we've won...for now. Thanks for the assist, Commander.
- Pact Crusader
- Reinforcements! Quickly, clear the area so we can get our medic on her feet.
- No, I just have something important to do at sea level.
- I guess everyone is entitled to their own view. Good-bye.
- Sounds like a great arrangement. Good luck.
- Still, when it comes to war, distance lends enchantment. Good-bye.
- Open the cage.
- Gracious. Archmages. Might they even be from the noble courts...what am I saying? Kill them before they reach the altar!
- Gracious. An archmage. Perhaps even from the noble courts...what am I saying? Don't let it reach the altar!
- Another attack thwarted! The Dwayna camp is still intact!
- Risen Archmage
- My dears, I'm afraid this place does not belong to you. Your transgression will soon be corrected!
- I hope everyone is enjoying the procession. (laugh)
- Were there always so many stairs here? No matter. I'll reach the top soon enough.
- Oh, look. Another corpse for Zhaitan.
- That's better. Now all of Dwayna's statues ring with energy and malevolence. Let us return home, my pets.
- Risen Archmage
- Ew. Who turned on all these ghastly lights? I'll have to give them a firm talking-to.
- Are you up there, little bat? Hiding in the altar that is not yours?
- Come out, come out, and join our procession!
- Look. All the little tin soldiers fell down.
- Dwayna, time to take on your true face. Ah, much better. Come along now.
- Hey! Yeah, here, in the tent! Come talk to me!
- Stumm and his messenger birds—they're so...so primitive.
- Woah. I thought he was exaggerating, but the golems are really going crazy.
- We have to cull these golems and keep them from harassing the troops to the south!
- There. Looks like that's most of them.
- Omicron Researcher
- Is it really worth enduring this rotted island of undead just to harvest its ambient energy resources?
- Our factory will be unstoppable...well, once we figure out how to stabilize the errant energies without golems trying to tear our ears off.
- Yes! The production run is complete!
- Look at these readings! Their cores are unstable. The golems are going native!