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- ((212926))
- Thank you for making this happen.
- Foolish fleshlings! You will wither before the might of Zhaitan!
- Perish and rot before Zhaitan!
- Zhaitan will consume your world!
- Captain! Orrian undead sighted. They're coming in fast!
- Blast! Hold them off while we finish installing those cores!
- Cast off! We're lifting off!
- Line one cast off!
- Line two cast off!
- Line three, stand by!
- The winch is broken! We can't cast off!
- Blast!
- Sorry to interrupt, but we've sighted gigantic minions of Zhaitan up ahead!
- ((212940))
- Battle stations! Prepare for combat!
- I'm taking the ship in! Get ready!
- Hah! The big bads fall down, go boom!
- Stay sharp. There are more of them.
- Like shooting ducks in a barrel!
- I've never seen a barrel full of ducks. Is that a charr thing?
- Commander! We need your help!
- The choppers are taking heavy fire. Let's get in there.
- Ha! That takes care of one of them.
- We've got to take out those emplacements before they bring down the choppers.
- Right away, Sergeant.
- Please. That's all I know. No more.
- You had so many secrets. Can't wait to put them to good use.
- Confer with Zojja.
- ((212955))
- Wait, what? Collapse the—Sieran!
- No, no, no, no. It'll work, I promise! While I'm doing that, though, things could get exciting, so keep your weapon out.
- I should have known the magical transfluctuation was your doing, Sieran. Inexcusable!
- Hello there, norn! We're here from the Durmand Priory, and your friend Steag has something that belongs to us.
- Kill the slave driver.
- Stop the Inquest and their hacked golems.
- Destroy STAB-0 and the Inquest invaders.
- That felt good, but we're just getting started...right?
- Right. Move out, soldier.
- Looking forward to killing stuff.
- You and me both. Anything that gets between us and finding Howl dies.
- So, we cut down a bunch of dead guys and found an amulet...but they're not the right dead guys, or the right amulet. Right?
- That sounds about right. So we keep looking.
- Stick close, Dinky. I think things are about to heat up.
- ((212970))
- Well, that's a few less undead stinking up the world now. But are we any closer to finding Howl?
- I'm with you, boss. Lead the way. This is for the warband, for Howl!
- That'll give these local yokels something to talk about. When they get tired of talking about snow and boredom, that is.
- Fall in, soldier. There's still work to do.
- This cold weather makes my fur frizzy. That's okay, though: it just makes me look bigger and more impressive.