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| Darkray Vectors | "Sirrius flew on wings of light, faster than wind, faster than thought. But try as he might to outrun the darkness, it was there, at every turn, waiting for him." - Azmerian legend |
| Prismatic Eclipse | "A raging Solaris seared and contorted the orb's surface. A despairing Lunaris filled the scars with her tears. Yet Viridi remained, trapped within, forever more." - Azmerian Creation Myth |
| Energy From Within | The Azmeri ascetics learnt the power of going without the body's ordinary cravings. |
| Primordial Might | "Do not cause the land to stir, It holds secrets better unknown." - Azmerian proverb |
| Ahn's Heritage | "It's not Karui, Azmeri or even Vaal in origin, but one thing is certain. It is very, very old." - Icius Perandus, Antiquities Collection, Item 46 |
| Forbidden Shako | The Azmeri must never touch the Tears of Maji, lest Viridi weep. |
| Replica Forbidden Shako | "I believed I understood Prototype #112 quite fully, until a test subject with Azmeri ancestry donned it. I will be haunted by the results for the rest of my life." - Researcher Graven |
| Viridi's Veil | "Her sisters eternally fought for that shining apex in the skies, but Viridi instead found strength in humility." - Azmerian Creation Myth |
| Greust's Necklace | "A boy becomes a man when he has faced the animal in his heart and wet the forest floor with its blood." - Azmeri Proverb |
| Seal of Lunaris | "I have a suspicion that the Maraketh Sekhema of legend, Lundara, is the same historical figure as the Azmeri and Eternal goddess Lunaris. The Seal may prove that." |
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| Greust's Necklace BaseItemTypes | "A boy becomes a man when he has faced the animal in his heart and wet the forest floor with its blood." - Azmeri Proverb |
| Seal of Lunaris BaseItemTypes | "I have a suspicion that the Maraketh Sekhema of legend, Lundara, is the same historical figure as the Azmeri and Eternal goddess Lunaris. The Seal may prove that." |
| Templar104 CharacterTextAudio | The Azmeri refuge has fallen! I must find another way. |
| Duelist98 CharacterTextAudio | Seems the Azmeri have lost their home to bandits! |
| ScionMetRyslatha CharacterTextAudio | I'm beginning to understand. She was the Azmeri Goddess of Motherhood, but over time, she grew toward the extreme... |
| ScionNoAzmeri CharacterTextAudio | The Azmeri are gone! What's happened? |
| RangerAzmeriGone CharacterTextAudio | Where are the Azmeri? Who has taken their encampment? |
| WitchSeesAzmeriGone CharacterTextAudio | That's not the Azmeri! They're gone! |
| EramirOnAzmeri NPCTextAudio | The Azmeri. The culture that descended from the Azmerian Mountains and founded the Eternal Empire, so long ago. Not that these people have any understanding of their lineage. Their history, identity... all but destroyed in the cataclysm. These Azmeri took in a disowned son of Oriath, fed me, healed me. To repay my debt, I've taken in the orphans of a dead empire. |
| GreustOnAzmeri NPCTextAudio | We are Azmeri. You are not. Eramir is not. Life was good when it was just Azmeri. |
| SilkOnEramir NPCTextAudio | Many exiles come this way. Eramir is not like them. Not like you. He is an old man with many stories. He teaches us words that you can understand. He teaches we Azmeri to be strong, not in our arms and legs like Greust. Strong in our heads. |
| HelenaPiety2 NPCTextAudio | Piety was after a creation of Maligaro's called the 'Baleful Gem'. It's nearby, and it's something that heartless bitch must never get her hands on. Please, find it and meet me at that Azmeri village by the river. My days with the Ebony Legion are done! |
| HelenaPiety1 NPCTextAudio | Piety was after a creation of Maligaro's called the 'Baleful Gem'. It's nearby, and it's something that heartless bitch must never get her hands on. You have it already? Thank Innocence. Alright, take it to the Azmeri village by the river. I'll meet you there, for my days with the Ebony Legion are done! |
| MalachaiLetterSceptre NPCTextAudio | My dear Chitus, The Empire has lived in fear and ignorance since its inception. Our Azmeri ancestors, in their arrogance, turned their backs on the lessons of the Vaal. The emperors before you lacked courage, lacked vision, paying lip service to 'Eternity' while scrabbling for approval and comfort within the prison of their meagre, mortal lives. You are not one of those emperors. You are Chitus the Great, the man who will make this Empire truly understand the meaning of the word 'Eternal'. We shall build this Thaumatocracy together, my emperor, gem by gem, immortal by immortal. Your devoted servant, Malachai |
| LibraryMilitary4 NPCTextAudio | {Book 4: Raising the Azmeri} Drain a cup of Azmerian tea and then try to read your future in the leaves. You'll find that your Vaalish will come in mighty handy. Our literature was conceived and born within the Azmeri's cultural marriage with the Vaal. Prior to Vaal contact some 2500 years ago, the Azmerian culture had a purely oral tradition of story and record keeping. Afterwards, their literary culture blossomed, along with just about every other aspect of their fledgling civilisation. From the moment the first Vaalish embassadors set foot upon the rugged slopes of the Azmerian Ranges, the Vaal civilisation held the hand of the Azmeri as they grew from a primitive tribal existence into a cohesive culture of settlement and agriculture. Yet while the Vaal were generous with their knowledge and guidance in many areas, there is one subject upon which they were notably silent: the Tears of Maji, now known as Virtue Gems. Despite an exhaustive search, neither account nor passing reference can be found regarding gem usage amongst the early Azmeri. Though they described the Vaal as having flesh adorned with glittering crystals, our Azmerian ancestors were never privy to the gems' potentials or powers. At least, not until the first Vaal refugees came knocking five hundred years later. { -Trinian - Intellectus Prime} |
| LibraryMilitary5 NPCTextAudio | {Book 5: The Fall} The Vaal. Thousands of years in the making. Gone in a blink of Solaris' burning eyes. The Azmeri tell of the Vaalish immigration with equal measures of pity and horror. Small bands of tattered, shambling survivors, bereft of their families, their wealth, and in many cases, their sanity. They were welcomed, and cared for, but none could give the Azmeri the one thing they sought in return. None could tell them how the Vaal realm came to such a sudden and catastrophic end. An apocalypse that came to be known as The Fall. The number 3126 is forever burned into Azmerian history. Three thousand one hundred and twenty-six: the number of Vaal refugees who came to live with and eventually become absorbed into the Azmerian people. Three thousand one hundred and twenty-six survivors from a civilisation counting in its millions. { -Trinian - Intellectus Prime} |
| LibraryMilitary6 NPCTextAudio | {Book 6: Imperialus Conceptus} Tarcus Veruso descended from the mountains and led his eighty thousand tribesmen and women through the doomlands to Azala Vaal. There he planted his banner upon Atziri's grave and with these words founded our great and eternal empire. "The Vaal closed their eyes to flesh and stone, to blood and bronze. We are not Vaal. We are Azmeri. For now and forever, our eyes are open." Veruso built his capital upon the bones of Azala Vaal and baptized it Sarn. From there, Veruso formed the first Legions and proceeded to conquer the lands beneath the Mantle, clearing it of the mindless constructs and fierce abominations left in the wake of The Fall. True to his word, Veruso ensured that his people lived "with eyes open". The ancient Vaalish centres of learning and power were sealed and quarantined. Thaumaturgy was outlawed and those who stained themselves with Vaalish folly were burned for their sin. The Tears of the Maji, too dangerous to be destroyed, were gathered up, taken to Highgate, and buried within the bowels of the mountains. The caverns there were sealed and forgotten. A supreme effort to erase the past. A primitive reaction born of primitive times, in the opinion of this humble historian. { -Trinian - Intellectus Prime} |
| LibraryMilitary7 NPCTextAudio | {Book 7: The Light of Phrecia} Five years after Veruso's death, Emperor Caspiro, too, was dead. Although accounts of the exact details differ, one clear fact is agreed upon. Caspiro was dismembered by something referred to simply as a dark being. It was General Alano Phrecia who avenged the Emperor's death and who triumphed in driving away the pervasive darkness enveloping what would become the imperial heartlands. Though it seems fanciful to contemplate a portion of our Empire cast in perpetual night, Azmerian writers of the time are unified in their depiction. Perhaps it was caused by peculiar weather patterns or some thaumaturgical residue of The Fall. On this matter, this humble historian is left in the uncomfortable state of pure conjecture. On the first Sacrato of Lurici, 35 I.C., Alano himself wrote that "our legions drove the dark being deep into the recesses of its lair and sealed it away for eternity". Having returned the gaze of Solaris to those lands stretching from the foot of the Mantle to the Axiom Ranges, Alano Phrecia returned to Sarn. In the absence of a clear hereditary succession, Alano was crowned emperor and the Imperial heartlands were named in his honour. With the former realm of the Vaal thus tamed and settled by our Azmerian ancestors, the Eternal Empire saw a long period of peace and prosperity under an unbroken line of Phrecia emperors. "To care for this Empire with eyes open." - A traditional vow made by the High Templar upon the coronation of an Eternal Emperor. { -Trinian, Intellectus Prime} |
| LabyrinthGlyph0 NPCTextAudio | "The Just Goddess presides over us all. The future of the Empire rests in her even hands." The Lord's Labyrinth, opened by Emperor Izaro Phrecius on the second Galvano of Azmeri, 1317 IC. |
| LabyrinthGlyph1 NPCTextAudio | "In the impressionable youth of my reign, I was encouraged to believe in the precious nature of my imperial blood. The 'divine claret', as one fool of a courtier would repeat with tiresome regularity. Unfortunately, my divine claret refused to pour from one cup to another. Try as I might, with a lovely procession of young and ever dutiful wives, my noble seed simply would not sprout. Who, then, to choose as my worthy successor? With the candidates on hand either mediocre at best, or maniacal at worst, I found myself in quite the quandary. That's when Fortune took me by the hand and led me to a forgotten tome on a forgotten shelf in the quietest corner of Sarn Library. A tome entitled, 'Ancient Traditions of Azmerian Ascendancy'. The rest, one might say, is history." - Emperor Izaro Phrecius |
| LabyrinthGlyph2 NPCTextAudio | "The Azmeri were the first culture known in history to use trials of strength, wisdom and spirit to select its chieftains. The first Lord's Trial was a rough-hewn maze festooned with wild animals and brutal traps, crafted to test aspiring Azmerian leaders' body, mind and soul. In conquering the adversities of the maze, a champion proved they were capable of bearing the crushing burden of chieftainship. The first trials were simple contraptions reflecting simple times. As the Azmerian civilisation grew in number and complexity, so did the trials, from treacherous mazes to bewildering labyrinths. Alas, there are no surviving descriptions of the labyrinth that tested and proved the worth of Veruso, Prima Imperialus. I imagine it was quite something to behold." - Emperor Izaro Phrecius |
| LabyrinthGlyph3 NPCTextAudio | "The Azmeri were consummate survivors. They had to be, having been sired in the most inhospitable range of mountains in all of Wraeclast. Unfortunate, some might say. I do not. I believe it was the making of them. And of us, their descendants. So it is no wonder that they developed the Lord's Trial. With survival being a moment-by-moment concern, that harried people grew to understand power quite intimately. Strong leadership is able to bridge the chasm between existence and extinction. Poor leadership might see an entire tribe vanish into that same chasm. When the Azmeri descended from their mountains to conquer the fecund lands of central Wraeclast, they thrived and multiplied with utmost alacrity in those more forgiving climes. For is it not poverty that teaches us how we might excel in times of plenty?" - Emperor Izaro Phrecius |
| LabyrinthGlyph4 NPCTextAudio | "The custom of the Lord's Trial was upheld throughout the founding years of the Empire. Veruso's successor, Caspiro, was a low-born legionnaire, the lone survivor of a labyrinth that claimed the lives of every high-born contender, including Veruso's only son. Caspiro proved to be every bit the emperor that Veruso was. Alas, the Lord's Labyrinth was corrupted by those with the vanity to consider their blood more precious than their Empire. Selfish blood breeds selfish times, and the Empire paid for it with its own blood. With the Night of a Thousand Ribbons. With that most regal of cannibals, Emperor Romira. Not any more. I, Izaro Phrecius, shall return us to Justice. I shall build the greatest Lord's Labyrinth in Azmerian history, and my successor shall be chosen by the Goddess herself. Only when the Lord's Labyrinth is drenched in selfish blood can a true leader ascend the throne." - Emperor Izaro Phrecius |
| CadiroOnProspero NPCTextAudio | The god of lost souls and found treasures. Lord of the underworld and all its material bounty. Gems, precious metals, coal... a myriad of subterranean substances, exotic and volatile. If it has value and it can be unearthed with pick and shovel, it falls within Prospero's divine concerns. As do all those who trade in them. Prospero was a god of our ancestors, the Azmerians. As we Eternals descended from those mountains, our gods descended with us. To the mundane mind they are myths, nothing but stories. To those with a little more imagination, they can be so much more. |
| BestelOnBrineKing NPCTextAudio | You won't find a sailor that doesn't whisper a quiet prayer to the Brine King before casting off. In fact, under the maddening radiance of a full moon, the more superstitious captains would drown some poor slave or failed mutineer... just to keep old Tsoagoth happy. No, that wasn't a sneeze. That's the fish god's old Azmerian name. It's considered foul luck to speak it on board a ship. A keel-hauling offense. |
| SinRyslathaReward NPCTextAudio | The Azmeri believed that, one day, this world of ours would collapse under the weight of Ryslatha's offspring. A frightening thought, and thankfully, a mistaken one. |
| YeenaFireflyQuest NPCTextAudio | You have found the resting place of this Arakaali? Good, though Spirit tells me that we will not reach her, not without help. Webs she weaves with fibres of faith and fear. Too strong to break. Too strong to cut. Yet there is an Azmeri potion, most ancient. 'Fire Dew'. It might be enough to burn a path, make way for us to pass into heart of spider web. I could brew it for you, but there is one ingredient I do not possess. The blazing blood of the firefly that lives in the most dreaded of thickets. Travel I shall to Arakaali, to sit on her doorstep until you bring me seven flames that flit and fly. Then I make you a Fire Dew and together we go talk to this bride of foolish Silk. |
| YeenaFireflyQuest2 NPCTextAudio | Webs she weaves with fibres of faith and fear. Too strong to break. Too strong to cut. Yet there is an Azmeri potion, most ancient. 'Fire Dew'. It might be enough to burn a path, make way for us to pass into heart of spider web. I could brew it for you, but there is one ingredient I do not possess. The blazing blood of the firefly that lives in the most dreaded of thickets. Bring me seven flames that flit and fly. Then I make you a Fire Dew and together we go talk to this bride of foolish Silk. |
| EramirOnRalakesh NPCTextAudio | Yes, Ralakesh, the god of many faces. I read about this god when I looked after the museum in Theopolis. It's said he was obsessed with governance, in particular, the control of humanity through our base, animal instincts. He ruled over the citizens of one unfortunate Vaal city. Alas, the name escapes me. Yet I do recall that his experiments brought his subjects to the brink of extinction and that he was forced to enslave many a primitive Azmerian of the time so as to repopulate his domain. Though I shudder at the thought, I can only imagine that Ralakesh has rather similar plans now. |
| HelenaOnTrading NPCTextAudio | I'm aware that you and Greust had something of a commercial relationship prior to his... accident. As is the Azmeri custom, Greust's few possessions have now passed to me. I'm by no means the warrior he was, yet I know my blades and bows well enough. At least it's something I can do to honour his memory, and to keep my mind off things. |
| HelenaNecklaceQuest NPCTextAudio | There's an Azmeri shrine, tucked away in the Northern Forest. Greust took me there, told me it was a memorial to those who had gone before him, a place where their spirits could rest. When he passed, he wanted his remains to be laid to rest with the bones of his people. His body... I find it difficult to even think about it... but I doubt it will ever be recovered. Yet there might still be a way. He gave me his necklace, the fangs he earned when he rose from boyhood to manhood, handed it to me for safekeeping only moments before, before Ralakesh... it's almost as if he knew what was to come. Please, could you deliver this necklace to the shrine for me? Put Greust's spirit to rest? I would do it myself, but the journey to the Northern Forest is not what it was. These lands have changed, and not for the better. |
| SinOnRalakeshQuest NPCTextAudio | Let us go hunting. This time amongst the ruins of an encampment most familiar to you... once inhabited by your friends, the Azmeri. Hmmm... Ralakesh. He's ruthless and cruel, with cunning unfathomable. Yet he bears one defining weakness. A fear he forged into chains of his own keeping. His is the terror of grasping too much and having it all slip through his fingers. It makes him irrational, and therefore vulnerable. |
| SinArakaaliReward NPCTextAudio | Many an artist of Azmerian descent has engaged in the sad worship of that sultry arachnid, but you looked her in those hypnotic eyes, and then ripped them out. She lies in her bed of sordid memory... alone. A little of this spider yet creeps and crawls in my palm. A touch more power for my subduer of gods? |
| ClarissaAnkhQuestTown NPCTextAudio | Exile... you've helped me before. You can help me again, can't you? My hope waits for me to the east, tucked away in a shrine in the Quay. The Ankh of Eternity. Veruso, Prima Imperialus, placed it there himself at the dawn of the Empire. If the legends are correct, the Ankh has powers over life and death... when paired with the correct Azmerian ritual. I've learned the ritual. All I need is the Ankh of Eternity and I know I can bring Tolman back... properly this time. Will you retrieve the artefact for us? I've tried but the creatures around the shrine... simply too dangerous. Yes, yes, Tolman, I'm getting to that. I've already prepared a site for the ritual, out in the Quay. Please, meet us there with the Ankh so that I may yet breathe life into my dearest love. |
| ClarissaAnkhQuestQuay NPCTextAudio | Exile... you've helped me before. You can help me again, can't you? The Ankh of Eternity. If the legends are correct, the Ankh has powers over life and death... when paired with the correct Azmerian ritual. I've learned the ritual. All I need is the Ankh of Eternity and I know I can bring Tolman back. Will you retrieve the artefact for us? |
| HarganOnSunMoonOrbs NPCTextAudio | Powerful baubles them orbs are. As old as the Azmerians themselves, maybe even older. I've read all there is on them little beauties. The Sun Orb's said to contain all that has been, while its sister, the Moon Orb, holds all that will be. Past and future, packed up neat behind glass and thaumaturgy. Shudder to think what might happen if all that got out one day. |
| SinOnLunarisOrigin NPCTextAudio | One of two sisters who ruled the most populous and powerful of the ancient Azmerian tribes. Solaris, was thought to guide the sun across the sky with threads of shimmering gold, whilst Lunaris saw to the wax and wane of moon with a sickle of purest silver. It was a peaceful partnership, until the trickster, Tangmazu, happened upon their domain. In turning sister against sister he saw to the massacre of thousands whilst concealing the source of their futile feud beyond all reckoning. Feel no pity for the moon. She is a cold and distant fool, far less radiant than she would suppose. |
| SolarisGlyph1 NPCTextAudio | The sister gods of sun and moon, hand in hand did rule. A guide for day and one for night, their people blessed in full. Then sister sun, as daylight broke, awakened bound in cord. Her flames were quenched, her life laid bare, her passion ripped and gored. Who?" she cried, "Who torments me so? And tears me from the day?" Her captor smiled, behind a mask they wore of bloodless grey. - The Azmeri Verses, 1:20-23 |
| SolarisGlyph2 NPCTextAudio | For many days, the sun did hide, no hand to guide it home And icy moon hung in the sky, a queen perched on her throne. Beneath the earth, Solaris cried, her pain too great to bare. As instruments of sharpened steel caused skin and flesh to tear. In the rarest slice of rest and respite, faithful Kulric came. He cut her bonds and dressed her wounds and freed her from her pain. Rising from beneath the hills, Solaris sprang a trap. Her sister snared in flaming nets, Solaris brought her back. A vow she made, a promise struck, to repay her kin in kind. A sharpened blade, and broken luck, she'd rend her sister blind. - The Azmeri Verses, 2:10-14 |
| SolarisGlyph3 NPCTextAudio | Solaris upon the horizon stood and gazed upon the moon. Any army of swords and shields and bows, a war to begin at noon. Frustration of her sister's escape was killed and eaten up. Replaced by the wrath and fear and grief that poured to fill her cup. As Moon and rays marched on the Sun, Solaris eyed her prey. "Sweet sister," she vowed with love and hate, "You shall never rule this day." - The Azmeri Verses 5:19-21 |
| LunarisGlyph1 NPCTextAudio | In chains of flame and glowing ore. A silver moon did strike the floor. And a sister's eyes now forged in rage. Silenced her cries with lock and cage. Lunaris wept with betrayal's lash strike. As her followers were slaughtered by sword and pike Forever a prisoner, a moon buried in the earth. Burned by a sun and a love felt since birth. - The Azmeri Verses 3:1-4 |
| LunarisGlyph2 NPCTextAudio | Her heart did languish and her mind did fray. As she bore the pain of each terrible day. Solaris sharpened tools for sure and true caress. As she drew her confessions from her sister's pallid fairness. Lunaris spoke not a word to her sister insane. While her blood did flow and her hope did wane. Until the stranger she came to set the moon free. Kulina, the last follower, and the last faithful deed." - The Azmeri Verses 3:9-13 |
| LunarisGlyph3 NPCTextAudio | Hid 'neath the ice and shimmering snow. Lunaris healed from her wounds and pondered her woe. Solaris was mad, it was frighteningly clear. Yet what had so filled her heart with such fear? At the urgings of Kulina, the moon rose for war. She world might fear their Sun no more. Lunaris would crest the star-filled night. And the Sun, rightly chained, would temper her light. To war she marched, with her creatures of the moon. With a hunger for justice and her bright sister's doom. - The Azmeri Verses 3:20-25 |
| ZanaOnWatchersOfDecay NPCTextAudio | I'm sure you've noticed as much as I have, exile, that you, me, and my father... we are not the first people to have set foot in this world. There are signs of the Elder's victims everywhere, as well as memories and references to those who first stood against it. The Watchers of Decay. A sect we could perhaps learn a great deal from. While you've busied yourself cutting through the swarms of abominations, I took some time to explore my Father's Laboratory once more in search of any references he might have collected regarding these "Watchers." Though I couldn't ascertain anything relating to them in our modern age, there were some remaining scrolls hidden beneath the floorboards that detailed this group as having existed far back in the smoke of history. The Watchers claim to have gotten their start when a nameless god of Wraeclast endowed an Azmeri mother with knowledge of the Elder's existence. She had lost her boy to it months before, you see, and sought revenge. Somehow the god saw it fit to help the woman in her quest. Perhaps he took pity on her? Or did he consider the knowledge a curse? |
| HelenaFirstHideout NPCTextAudio | The Blackguards will never stop pursuing someone they consider a traitor. I'm a danger to everyone around me, and not long for this world if I can't find a place to hide. Based on what the Azmeri have told me of this region, the Dread Thicket is rumoured to be a terribly dangerous and wild place. The Blackguards will never search there. Let's travel separately to avoid detection, and I'll meet you there. |
| ZanaSynthMemoryArchivesC NPCTextAudio | I've never met him directly, but I think I know whose memory this was. It's someone Helena talks about: Eramir. I believe he lives with the Azmeri now. |
| OshabiIntroduction NPCTextAudio | I am Oshabi. I was born on this land. I have lived my whole life on this land. I will die on this land. And when that day comes, with its blessing, I hope I will stay dead. We Azmeri are few, but when the land's whispers grew silent, my brothers and sisters turned their backs on me. In that, Exile, we have something in common. |
| OshabiOnGrove NPCTextAudio | It is beautiful, yes? I believe it to be older than the Eternal Empire. Older than the Vaal? I am not so sure. But it does not look like their work. I like to believe it is a work of my ancestral Azmeri. Carved from the land to serve the land, equal parts monument and penance. I was once blessed with a deep connection to the land. It would speak to me, and nourish me. But that connection was severed. And in turn, my tribe severed their connection to me. I was alone. Lost. The land spoke no more... until I found this place. The garden restored my connection. Strengthened it. I do not hear whispers, but singing. I wish to honour this place by utilising it to its fullest. And I want you to join me in this. |
| OshabiOnCorruption NPCTextAudio | I had not heard of Corruption or Malachai before. Azmeri do not speak of the Eternals if they can avoid it. It strikes me that Malachai's pursuits were not so different from our own. He simply handled them as only an iron-fisted Eternal could. The Corruption's similarities to the Lifeforce do not escape me. But you slew the source of the Corruption, and yet the Lifeforce continues to dance through all life, as if this land has been deeply imbued with its essence. Perhaps they are the same, perhaps they are different. Perhaps they are two sides of the same leaf. As long as the Lifeforce continues to radiate from all things in Wraeclast both living and dead, it does not matter. We will learn from Malachai's errors and adapt. That is what the Grove teaches us. |
| OshabiOnExile NPCTextAudio | They could not hear the whispers. The Azmeri were deaf to the land, but for me. They did not understand why I took the child, why I offered her to the earth. I felt the land demand a sacrifice. And when they stopped it, that is when the land withdrew. They did not believe that it was necessary. The child's blood would feed countless others with the blessing of fertility. The Azmeri exiled me. My name to be spoken no more. And with that, I was alone. No tribe, no whispers. But it was all to lead me to the Grove. |
| OshabiHighLevelIntroduction NPCTextAudio | I am Oshabi, a child of the Azmeri. I was born on Wraeclast, I have lived my whole life on Wraeclast, and I will die on Wraeclast. And when that day comes, with its blessing, I hope I will stay dead. We Azmeri are few, but when the land's whispers grew silent, my brothers and sisters turned their backs on me. In that, Exile, we have something in common. I have made this long journey in search of one like yourself. You possess might and power. Though you are in no need of a job, I have one to offer you anyway. On your journeys, you may come across a blister in the land, within which hide seeds. Seek these seeds out, and when you do, I will seek you out. |
| NilesContractTwoStart NPCTextAudio | Interrogation is a flawed art, as we learned together, but now I know of a better method to prove that divinity is false. I have learned the location of a renowned Azmeri artefact known as Viridi's Finger. It supposedly causes enormous plants to grow from almost any soil. Once it is in our possession, we can prove once and for all that Viridi's Finger is a fake and expose the liars for what they are. Prepare yourself, Exile! |
| NilesTheTruth NPCTextAudio | It seems only I am privy to the truth of this world. Innocence doesn't exist, Sin doesn't exist, and the Templar faith is a lie. You can tell them I said so. I'll go down shouting it! And the Karui and Maraketh gods are probably fake, too. It's all a scam, you see. A convenient belief system to keep the rabble in check. The Karui way, Maraketh tradition, the Templars' militant faith, and the Azmeri—well, they're fine actually. Inoffensive. You won't catch me living in the forest, though. |
| CadiroOnArakaalisFang NPCTextAudio | Make no mistake, my Azmeri ancestors worshipped Arakaali long before the Vaal did, although I'm not entirely sure why. She was hardly a goddess of love or fertility; no, she was naught but a predator, ensnaring her victims in silk and sedating them with venom. |
| KahuGossipOnTheVaal NPCTextAudio | Oh... the Vaal are {dead?} All of them? They were such a massive empire in my time... that's... unsettling... well, at least our friends, the Azmeri, can move on down from the mountains now and set up an empire of their own. |
| KahuGossipOnTheEternalEmpire NPCTextAudio | Oh... the Azmeri {did} set up an empire, and {they died too?} What's going on up there?! I suppose that golden cult they banished to Oriath is going to take over the world now! |
| MaataGossipTheVaal NPCTextAudio | My fellow Karui never wanted to face the hard truth: if the Vaal wanted to wipe us out, they could have. They wouldn't even have needed to invade us, and our lauded might would have been useless. Their Empire rose to power on the back of Corruption, and those gems the Azmeri called the Tears of Maji. Corruption has a tendency to make Karui sick with a kind of... blood fever. That is the true reason our Way forbids the use of Tears of Maji. During my life, a handful of Karui tried to implant them in their flesh. They became filled with rage and unnatural strength, and we had to put them down... then burn their bodies. Their mere proximity made others sick, too, so for every warrior that transgressed, five others gave their lives to protect the rest of us. To wipe us out, the Vaal could have simply spread the blood fever. My peacemaking, concessions, and treaties were born of that vulnerability, and I am glad I forged such a path. The Vaal Empire eventually succumbed to its own disease, and we remained. |
| AzmeriWardenTest NPCTextAudio | [DNT] |
| AzmeriShamanTest NPCTextAudio | [DNT] |
| AzmeriPrimalistTest NPCTextAudio | [DNT] |
| WildwoodMajiProclamationTwo NPCTextAudio | We, the Maji, mark this land as the future home of the Azmeri. Our people will prosper in safety. |
| Darkray Vectors UniqueItems | "Sirrius flew on wings of light, faster than wind, faster than thought. But try as he might to outrun the darkness, it was there, at every turn, waiting for him." - Azmerian legend |
| Prismatic Eclipse UniqueItems | "A raging Solaris seared and contorted the orb's surface. A despairing Lunaris filled the scars with her tears. Yet Viridi remained, trapped within, forever more." - Azmerian Creation Myth |
| Energy From Within UniqueItems | The Azmeri ascetics learnt the power of going without the body's ordinary cravings. |
| Primordial Might UniqueItems | "Do not cause the land to stir, It holds secrets better unknown." - Azmerian proverb |
| Ahn's Heritage UniqueItems | "It's not Karui, Azmeri or even Vaal in origin, but one thing is certain. It is very, very old." - Icius Perandus, Antiquities Collection, Item 46 |
| Forbidden Shako UniqueItems | The Azmeri must never touch the Tears of Maji, lest Viridi weep. |
| Replica Forbidden Shako UniqueItems | "I believed I understood Prototype #112 quite fully, until a test subject with Azmeri ancestry donned it. I will be haunted by the results for the rest of my life." - Researcher Graven |
| Viridi's Veil UniqueItems | "Her sisters eternally fought for that shining apex in the skies, but Viridi instead found strength in humility." - Azmerian Creation Myth |