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| - |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Passing Glory - Aht Urhgan Whitegate |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |Arzizah: You want to know what's behind the gate? Arzizah: This gate leads to the Imperial Ward. You may only enter by the grace of Her Magnificence, the Empress, or if you have Al Zahbi citizenship. Arzizah: No place for a mercenary like you. Be on your way. ???: Now, hold up there. Naja Salaheem: I know how standin' around all day can start to grrreate on ya nerves. Arzizah: And who might you be...? Ah, a Salaheem's Sentinels employee. Arzizah: What is your business here? You have just as little chance of passing through the Imperial Whitegate. Have you come to deliver a message? Naja Salaheem: Hmph. Naja Salaheem: For the sake of something that insignificant... Naja Salaheem: ...do ya think... Naja Salaheem: ...that the prrresident of Salaheem's Sentinels... Naja Salaheem: ...would come all the way to the Imperial Whitegate!? Naja Salaheem: My employee, Player name, and I are here at the invitation of Grand Vizier Razfahd. Naja Salaheem: You're always sayin' that anyone with the permission of the Empress has the right to pass through the gate. Am I rrright? Arzizah: That is correct. Naja Salaheem: Then ya shouldn't have a prrroblem with anyone bearin' the signed invitation of her highest official. Arzizah: ... Arzizah: Yes. Well. This seems to be in order. Arzizah: Not so fast. I have to check this with my superior. Naja Salaheem: Lala-lala-la~.♪ Gessho: Greetings! Naja Salaheem: Gessho! Ya scared the livin' daylights outta me! Gessho: My apologies, President Naja. Player name. Gessho: I came as soon as I learned your destination from Abquhbah. Gessho: I most humbly ask you a favor. Gessho: The Empress wishes to hear the tale directly from one who has boarded the ghost ship... Gessho: And you must bring one other acquaintance, correct? Gessho: It is rare that one manages a glimpse of Her Magnificence in person. Gessho: If I might be the one to accompany... Gessho: !!! Gessho: (What a terrible visage...) Arzizah: Your invitation has been verified. You may pass through the Imperial White... Arzizah: !? Arzizah: Halt! Who are you supposed to be!? Gessho: I am a colleague to these people. Arzizah: Halt, I say! You may not pass without permission! Gessho: You do me injustice! I am an employee of Salaheem's Sentinels, and a mercenary in service to your Empire. Arzizah: Being a mercenary has nothing to do with it. Naja Salaheem: Gessho. Naja Salaheem: I hate to be the one to say it, but your fashion sense may be a little rrrevealin'... Naja Salaheem: And ya don't look like someone on the way to meet the Empress. Naja Salaheem: Even if by some fluke of the imagination you were allowed to pass through this gate... Naja Salaheem: ...before you made it to the palace... Naja Salaheem: ...I would grab ya by the scrrruff of the neck and march ya back to the office! Naja Salaheem: I will not have the rrreputation of my company drrragged through the mud! Gessho: How unreasonable... Nashmeira: You may look upon us... Nashmeira: Be welcome, mercenary, Naja Salaheem. Nashmeira: For uncovering the truth behind the ghost ship in the name of our Empire... Nashmeira: ...we are truly grateful. Naja Salaheem: Your Magnificence. Nashmeira: However... Naja Salaheem: !? Nashmeira: We are... We are troubled... Nashmeira: The Ashu Talif... A vessel of the lost kingdom, Ephramad... Ovjang: I understand your trepidation, Your Magnicence... Ovjang: However, we should leave the ghosts of Ephramad in the past, where they belong. Ovjang: In any case... Ovjang: With the most powerful army in Urhguum under the command of Your Magnificence... Ovjang: ...there is nothing to fear! ???: Nothing to fear... Rishfee: According to reports from the staging points, that ghost ship still sails the Cyan Deep... Rishfee: If this vessel truly is the Black Coffin--the symbol of Ephramad's resistance that supposedly sank two hundred years ago... Amnaf: There is little chance of stopping the commotion amongst the lost kingdom's descendants once they finally learn the truth. Amnaf: And even without this added disturbance, the never-ending beastmen attacks have the civilans in the Commoners' Ward at boiling point. Rishfee: It is not just the appearance of the Black Coffin--if Admiral Luzaf has risen from the grave... Amnaf: This unrest will explode into violence. The capital will disintegrate from within... Rishfee: Great Walahra... Rishfee: We must speak with Captain Raubahn and reassign a number of the Immortals to investigation these spectral corsairs. Amnaf: Yes. There is not time to waste... Ovjang: Immortals. Lower your voices. ???: Silence. Nashmeira: Player name. Nashmeira: Your efforts have served the Empire admirably. We have prepared a reward... Nashmeira: Mnejing... Mnejing: Your reward... Obtained: Glory crown. Nashmeira: That glory crown is a symbol of our trust in you... Nashmeira: We are the Empress... The Empress and Aht Urhgan are as one... Nashmeira: Our trust is the trust of the Empire... Nashmeira: Our wishes are the wishes of the Empire... Ovjang: You know... Ovjang: This palace is terribly boring when it's quiet. Mnejing: That mercenary...Player name... Ovjang: Yes, I should like to pull that one's strings again. Ovjang: Things have certainly become lively. Ovjang: We have the beastmen, the Dark Rider... Ovjang: ...and now the Black Coffin and Prince Luzaf... Mnejing: ... Ovjang: I wonder how it will all turn out! Mnejing: That is what the mercenary is for... Ovjang: Yes! Ovjang: I wanted to speak more with Player name about the ghost ship. Ovjang: We had him/her come all the way to the palace... Ovjang: ...but had so little chance to ask the details! Ovjang: Yes... Ovjang: It is our wish that Player name be presented before us once again... Mnejing: ... Ovjang: ... Ovjang: Hehehe. Mnejing: That was terrible. Ovjang: Did you say somethng!? Mnejing: ...M-most certainly not! Ovjang: Yow! Razfahd: ... Nashmeira: Grand Vizier... Razfahd: ... Nashmeira: Grand Vizier. How does the eastern front progress? Razfahd: Your Magnificnce. What have you been doing in my absence? Nashmeira: We do not... Razfahd: What have you done!? Nashmeira: ... Razfahd: Is it true that you signed my name to invite a mercenary into the palace!? Razfahd: I have heard the rumors... Razfahd: Your games go too far... Razfahd: Listen to me. If you are continue your role as Empress, you must learn some discretion. Razfahd: Perform the functions you are entrusted with, and to everything else... Razfahd: ...you must close your yes and cover your ears. Razfahd: This is the only way to ensure your safety. Razfahd: Do you understand? Razfahd: I am concerned for your well-being. Razfahd: I do not wish Her Magnificence to soil her hands with the Empire's dark secrets. Razfahd: You must learn to be prudent, as I am. Nashmeira: Grand Vizier... Nashmeira: There is such a thing as worrying too much... Ovjang: Yes, yes. You worry far too much. Ovjang: Overprotective! Overprotective! Razfahd: Silence! Aphmau: I-I'm sorry... Razfahd: Let me remind you. Razfahd: Your Magnificence can do nothing alone... Naja Salaheem: Rrright. Don't ya have something to give me? Do you have something for Naja? I suppose. <----- Chose this option! I have nothing for her. Naja Salaheem: That's my boy/girl! Nice to see you've figured out the system. Do you have something for Naja? I suppose. I have nothing for her. <----- Chose this option! Naja Salaheem: Abquhbah! Abquhbah: Coming, President Naja! Naja Salaheem: Prepare to rrrecite articles 2, 32, and 64 from the Mercenary Assessment Guidelines! Naja Salaheem: Article 2! Abquhbah: Fulfill President Naja's requests without fail! Naja Salaheem: Article 32! Abquhbah: Failure to heed President Naja's requests will result in pay cuts. Naja Salaheem: Article 64! Abquhbah: An employee is entitled to nothing! Naja Salaheem: Does that clear things up for ya? Clear things up? Yes, ma'am. <----- Chose this option! Not really. Naja Salaheem: That's my boy/girl! Nice to see you've figured out the system. Clear things up? Yes, ma'am. Not really. <----- Chose this option! Naja Salaheem: You've got to be kiddin' me. What's goin' on inside your head? Will it echo if I yell in your ear? Naja Salaheem: That head... Naja Salaheem: ...doesn't deserve to wear something like this. Naja Salaheem: Don't look so glum. That kind of thing should be worn by someone who has nothin' left to accomplish. Naja Salaheem: But seein' as how you carried out your task, I'll give ya this Imperial mythril piece instead. Naja Salaheem: In the distant future, after you've worked for... Naja Salaheem: ...years... Naja Salaheem: ...and years... Naja Salaheem: ...and a few more years on top of that... Naja Salaheem: When you've managed to become the best mercenary ya can be, I'll be rrready to hand over the glory crown to ya. Naja Salaheem: Hehe.♪ Naja Salaheem: Of course, if ya start slackin' off, I might change my mind and just sell it at the auction house. Your glory crown was swapped for an Imperial mythril piece! You receive a measly 1 Imperial mythril piece! |}
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