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| - |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Path of Blood (pt.1) - Hazhalm Testing Grounds |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |Nashmeira: How curious... The fire burns fiercely, and yet makes no sound... Luzaf: This blaze is not of Urhguum. Luzaf: If there were no illumination of this world present, this conflagration would completely escape your mortal gaze... Luzaf: It is a flame of the underworld. Ovjang: Oho. Why, it's not even hot... Luzaf: Stay back! Luzaf: This flame produces no heat, but it will scorch your soul, and consume your flesh... Luzaf: Assuming a construct such as you had a soul...or flesh. Luzaf: Great Odin! Luzaf: Sovereign of darkness and battle, lord of the underworld! Luzaf: Your humble servant Luzaf stands on the threshold of your domain. Nashmeira: Ah...didn't the Imperial Army seal off the entrance to the underworld? Flit: The rules of time and space don't apply equally to this world and that, Miss. Flit: By rights, this rent in the curtain between the two worlds, this...dimensional hiccup...shouldn't even exist. Flit: No being, from either reality, has the art to mend such a fluke of fortune. Mnejing: I...see... Flit: Throwing a bunch of laboratory nasties in the path of potential meddlers was about the best they could do. Flit: Ain't that right, Boss? Luzaf: Silence. Luzaf: The manifestation begins... Mnejing: Wh-what...what's happening? Nashmeira: Ngh...this wind! Nashmeira: Aaahhh!!! Luzaf: Aphmau! Luzaf: Are you harmed!? Flit: Boss! Flit: Forget the girl. Do you want Lord Odin to arrive without the warm welcome of his servant? Luzaf: Flit! You knew this would happen! Flit: Great Odin, Lord of the Underworld! Flit: I trust Your Malevolence is well? Luzaf: ... Flit: Look lively, Boss! Flit: We don't want to offend His Maliciousness, now, do we? Luzaf: Aphmau...forgive me. Odin: Art thou the one who summoned me? Luzaf: Yes, my lord. Odin: Speak thy mind. Luzaf: Great Odin, Devourer of Light! Luzaf: I wish to know the time that remains to me. Odin: Hast thou sated thy rage? Luzaf: Rage? What rage is this? Flit: C'mon, Boss! Stick with the program! Flit: Your rage towards the Empire! Luzaf: No, not sated... Luzaf: My rage... My rage has subsided. Odin: Hast thou sated thy rage? Luzaf: ? Luzaf: Great Odin. Luzaf: I have uncovered a purpose more deserving than simple revenge. Luzaf: The descendants of Ephramad. Luzaf: I wish to devote the remainder of my existence to building a kingdom in which they can live without fear of persecution. Luzaf: That is now my driving desire. Luzaf: And so I ask for time...time to act freely. Flit: Well ain't that a sweet idea. Odin: Hast thou sated thy rage? Luzaf: I...I do not understand. Flit: Hee hee, hee hee. Flit: Didn't I tell you, Boss? Flit: You've already made your pact. The contract is sealed and signed. Luzaf: ... Flit: You will become the next incarnation of the Dark Rider--whether you're ready or not. Luzaf: The next incarnation...? The terms of the pact-- Flit: Are non-negotiable. Flit: But I'll let you in on a secret, Boss. Before you are completely consumed by the essence of the rider... Flit: ...there is a period when you will retain free will. Luzaf: And how am I to fulfill this pact? Flit: Well, that's simple. Flit: All you gotta do is remember. Flit: Remember how your people suffered and perished at the merciless hands of the Empire. Flit: I'm sure the memories are still crystal-clear for you. Flit: You just gotta hurl that big, venomous ball of rage... Flit: ...at her! Luzaf: ... |- BGCOLOR="#FFA500" !Path of Blood (pt.2) - Hazhalm Testing Grounds |- BGCOLOR="#FFEC8B" |Nashmeira: Ugh... Flit: Now's your chance! Look! She's defenseless! Flit: In any case, she's taken the full force of the Astral Wind... Flit: It'd be kinder to just put an end to her--the sooner the better. Luzaf: ... Flit: That's right, Boss! Quick and painless! Luzaf: Flit. There is something I would know. Luzaf: This mercenary of Aphmau's...Player name. You are certain he/she oversees the security of the treasure? Flit: What? Why does that matter at a time like this? Flit: Yes, I'm certain. C'mon, Boss, I showed you the blip on the tracker, didn't I? Luzaf: Besides the one I entrusted to Player name, the only other percipient eye that exists in this world is the one that you hold. There are no others? Flit: No, Boss, just the two. Why would I lie to you? Luzaf: Then show me the one you hold now. Flit: I...you see... There's more important... Flit: I mean, just look at the tracker. Right smack in the middle of Talacca Cove. The mercenary is right where he's/she's supposed to be. Luzaf: So he/she is... Luzaf: Right where he/she is supposed to be... Luzaf: Traitorous imp! Flit: What!? Flit: Boss! No, I-- Nashmeira: !!! Luzaf: The code of the corsair is not to be taken lightly... Luzaf: Great Odin, hear my words! Luzaf: Are you even hearing my words!? Odin Prime: Hast thou sated thy rage? Luzaf: It appears not... Nashmeira: Luzaf... Luzaf: Player name. Luzaf: I must bring an end to this. Aphmau is in your charge. Luzaf: She is my...no, she is Ephramad's light in the darkness. Nashmeira: What...what's happening!? Luzaf: If this is the incarnation... Luzaf: ...I will fight until the true deity is dragged into this realm! Luzaf: !? Luzaf: No...! Odin Prime: Ahahahahahaha! Odin Prime: Sate thy rage! Odin Prime: Thou shalt become my knight. Odin Prime: Thou shalt serve as mine arm in the Age of Judgment, until Alexander once again lies in ruins! Nashmeira: Luzaf! Flit: Hee hee...hee... Flit: D-Dark......Rider... Flit......at your...service... Flit: Your will is......my command... Boss... Flit: Hee hee, hee hee, hee hee... Nashmeira: Luzaf! Luzaf: I am...I am fine... Nashmeira: Your injuries!? Luzaf: They do not pain me... I feel no pain at all... Nashmeira: !!! Luzaf: Impeccable timing, Player name. Your arrival allowed me to see through Flit's deception. Ovjang: Oho! Player name to the rescue again! Nashmeira: Thank you, Player name. Luzaf: Aphmau, you are able to walk? Nashmeira: Yes. That wind blew with such a familiar melody... Nashmeira: It reminded me of the gentle breeze that always stirs the air around the Gordeus... Nashmeira: I think I'll be just fine. Mnejing: Where do we go from here? Luzaf: If what Flit said was true, we have a short period of grace. Luzaf: But I suggest we hurry while my will is still my own. Nashmeira: Hurry to do what? Luzaf: To destroy the iron colossus...before your brother reactivates it. Nashmeira: Destroy it!? But, the iron giant is-- Luzaf: The savior of the Empire? It may be as you say. Luzaf: But should the fully manifested incarnation of Odin clash with the iron might of Alexander... Nashmeira: !!! Nashmeira: The Age of Judgment. With the victor deciding the laws of justice... Luzaf: Yes. If such laws would have meaning in the desolate wasteland sure to be left in the aftermath of the conflict. Luzaf: We must prevent this battle at all costs. Luzaf: After the colossus is rendered harmless, you must then turn your attention to me... Luzaf: !? Salabwahn: A-Admiral. You...you must flee! The I-Immortals... Salabwahn: Ugh! Razfahd: Most impressive, little sister. Nashmeira: Razfahd! Razfahd: You have aided us in the capture of both the Dark Rider and a foreign spy all in one fell swoop. Luzaf: We don't have time for this... Razfahd: Have a care, Luzaf the Blackheart. Razfahd: Or should I now call you "Dark Rider"? Razfahd: The crew members you had hidden throughout Hazhalm are all in our custody. Razfahd: Not to mention the descendants of Ephramad that followed the rumors of your presence here. Razfahd: I would hate to have to spill the blood of Imperial citizens...no matter how unwillingly they serve. Luzaf: ... Nashmeira: ...! Razfahd: Take him away. Razfahd: Use the astral bonds we prepared. Keep on your guard. Wharudu: Sir. Nashmeira: ... Kalgahn: Move! Luzaf: Aphmau... Empress Nashmeira. Is this the treatment I can expect from your nation? Luzaf: Has nothing changed over the last two hundred years! Nashmeira: Wait! We command you to release this man! Wharudu: Y-Your Magnificence... Razfahd: Ignore her. Be on your way! Nashmeira: Does our authority mean nothing!? Razfahd: Listen to me, Nashmeira. You have abandoned your government, and consorted with enemies of the state. Razfahd: As Grand Vizier, I have declared that the Mark of Zahak, the symbol of absolute Imperial power, is no longer yours to wield. Nashmeira: You cannot! Razfahd: Your authority no longer exists. Nashmeira: Do you betray the Empress? Betray your own sister!? Razfahd: Betray you? You are in no position to speak of betrayal. Razfahd: Player name. Nashmeira: ? Razfahd: Don't you think it's about time you told my fool of a sister the truth? Razfahd: Told her who you truly work for? Nashmeira: Who he/she truly works for...? Nashmeira: What are you talking about? Player name works for me! Razfahd: You continue to deceive yourself... Razfahd: The only reason Player name stays close to you is to fulfill his/her duties as a spy. Nashmeira: ... Nashmeira: No, you are the one who is deceiving himself... Nashmeira: You understand nothing about Luzaf's spirit...or Player name's heart! Nashmeira: (Listen to me, Player name...) Nashmeira: (You must take this to Salaheem's Sentinels.) Nashmeira: We all have our masks! Nashmeira: I hid my true identity from Player name... Nashmeira: But even so, he/she still came to my rescue. Amnaf: (Shall I stop the automaton from casting?) Razfahd: Let her play her hand. Razfahd: Tell your master this, Player name: Razfahd: The game is over. It is time to submit to the power of the Empire. Nashmeira: Don't let them catch you, Player name! |}
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