Nessa Topic /7 ⍟
TarkleighNessa's the one keeps the rest of us from losing our minds. To be honest, when she first arrived, I didn't think she'd survive more than a day, two at most. She's been proving me wrong every dawn since.

Heard a bard once sing that "the fairest flowers bloom in the foulest places". He was bloody well right.
BestelPoor Nessa. Not even a mother herself and yet she cares for us all. And what a sickly, pathetic brood we are. May she live to have her own family, a real family. If anyone deserves that, Nessa does.
BestelNow there's a sorry tale, more miserable than any dirge I've ever heard. Nessa's gone... Wandered off into the night muttering to herself about 'dancing to his ditty'.

No, I didn't go after her. In truth, she was gone when I woke up the next morn. I only imagined she'd be muttering, you see, on account of the murmurings she's been making these past few weeks.

Always the same, about 'him' and 'his song', whoever in damnation 'he' is.
BestelYou do know it's cruel to make jests of an addled mind, don't you? Nessa alive, and turned into a bloody cod? Hah! That said, you've never been wrong before so seems like I'm going to have to stare this fanciful tale in its fishy face.

She talked of the Brine King, did she? Now there's a name what can trouble the breeches off even the most jaded of poets. Though Merveil might be dead, the sea still has its seductive songs, and this time it's a big, briny baritone doing the wailing.
TarkleighNessa... I saw her one night, running out across the Coast, headed in the direction of the Mud Flats. Called out to her... but she didn't even turn her head. Maybe she couldn't hear me, maybe she didn't want to, I don't bloody know. I tried to run after her but she'd vanished into the darkness before my feet had barely touched the sand.

So I tracked her, all the way to the Mud Flats, and that's when her tracks... they just stopped. No sign of meeting someone or something, no sign of a struggle. It's like one moment she was running and the next... gone.

Look, I've heard some things, about what you've done. Things that beggar belief. Now, you can do this. Please, find Nessa. Bring her back to us.
TarkleighYou've seen Nessa? Talked to her? That's more than I had dared hope for, truth be told.

This... change... she's going through, this curse the so-called 'Brine King' has put on her... it can be broken. I know it!

You've got to keep going, follow her trail before it gets any colder. Make your way along the Coast, the Ship Graveyard, even Merveil's Cave if you must.

By my reckoning, this King's not the sort to venture far from his briny bed.
TarkleighI'd hoped for a chance to see Nessa again, dreamed it like some poor bloody child believing in fairytales.

No, she's not one of us anymore, but at least she's not like Merveil either. Can't overlook a mercy like that. Who knows, perhaps Nessa is better off this way. Not like this is much of a home to come back to, anyway.

Look, I know you did what you could, and for that, you'll always have my thanks.
Nessa Text Audio /51 ⍟
I saw what you did to Hillock out there, Witch. Your black art is the reason you're here, in exile. It may also be the only thing that allows you to see another dawn.

I'm Nessa. And I suppose I should thank you for ridding us of that putrid giant. Back in Oriath I judged your kind without hesitation. In Wraeclast, I don't have that luxury.
Tala moana, Marauder of Ngamakanui. No need to be surprised, Karui. My father and I were amongst those who tried to save your people from ignorance and damnation. My father paid for his arrogance with his life. I'm still paying for mine.

I'm Nessa. And I suppose I should thank you ridding us of Hillock, that putrid giant you felled out there.

Be careful in the days to come. Karui savagery is nothing when compared to the ferocity that is Wraeclast.
I've seen you before, back in Oriath! Running like a frightened rabbit from my father and his gameskeepers. Fleet as a fox you were, even with that leg of prize venison over your shoulder. And from what I saw you do to Hillock, you've grown even faster since then.

I'm Nessa, and I suppose I should thank you for ridding us of that putrid giant.

I hope your speed never fails you, Ranger. It's all that stands between you and death, here in Wraeclast.
I saw what you did to Hillock out there, Shadow. Your murderous art is the reason you're here, in exile... and it'll be the one thing that sees you through to another dawn.

I'm Nessa, and I suppose I should thank you for ridding us of the putrid giant.

Back in Oriath, I feared your kind... condemned you from afar. In Wraeclast, I don't have that luxury.
Now there's a face I never expected to see in exile. The maidens of Oriath must be wailing in their beds now that their mighty Duelist has left them. Or is that why you're here? Did you perhaps choose the wrong bed in which to celebrate your conquests?

I'm Nessa, and I suppose I should thank you for ridding us of Hillock, that putrid giant you felled out there.

Back in Oriath, I disdained your kind. In Wraeclast, I don't have that luxury.
I know you. The blasphemer. That's what my father called you. God saw fit to drown my father, and everyone else I ever loved. I wonder what fate He has in store for you.

I'm Nessa, and I suppose I should thank you for ridding us of Hillock, that putrid giant you felled out there.

You know, back in Oriath, I was taught that God loved me. He has a funny way of showing His love, doesn't He, Templar.
Welcome to our home away from home... for what it's worth. I'm Nessa.

That putrid giant you just laid to rest? That was Hillock. You're lucky; he's eaten stronger exiles than you. Don't count on that luck lasting. It's in short supply here in Wraeclast.

Still, you've rid us of a curse, and we owe you our thanks.
I'd almost stopped believing in miracles. This medicine chest... it's greater than the serums and salves it holds. It tells us that we can do more in Wraeclast than merely suffer.

I've not much to offer in return but please, take something in thanks for what you've done.
The Medicine Chest
Tarkleigh's as good a man as you can find on this God-forsaken coast. He has some wrongs to right, no doubt. What they are, I've never asked and I never will. If not for Tarkleigh, we'd all be dead.
Lioneye's Watch isn't much, but it's ours. We could use you here, while you live.

But, should you wish to venture out, do just one thing for me? Out on the coast, amongst the wrecks, there must be a ship's medicine chest. I have many to care for and there's only so much I can do with herbs and seawater.
Lioneye's Watch
Lioneye's Watch isn't much, but it's ours. We could use you here, while you live.
Lioneye's Watch
I can think of only one reason why Piety would be here. She's interested in the sickness that pervades this place, the corruption that raises the dead and twists the wildlife into aberrations.
Don't tell Tarkleigh, but they're the foulest fowl I've ever tasted. Still, exiles can't be choosers.
The 'Merry Gull' ran aground on the Tidal Island trying to escape from pirates. As tends to happen here in Wraeclast, her crew met a far worse fate: Cannibals.

Tarkleigh pulled Bestel from some hideaway in the wreckage... the ship's only survivor. Whether the ordeal fractured his mind or whether it was just his nature all along, it's clear that Bestel sails a different course to the rest of us.
The tale of Brutus was a popular one in the schools of Theopolis, taught in the hopes of deterring students from ambitions not condoned by the Templar.

Brutus was Warden of Axiom Prison and one of the most feared men in the Eternal Empire. But there the histories end... and the myth begins, with Brutus commissioning a witch to transform him, in a mad attempt at immortality. A moment of hubris that didn't end well... for anyone.

If it's true then Brutus has my pity. Some of us pay too dearly for our mistakes.

Yet if you insist on learning from your own mistakes then please, take one of these. You might need it.
For some, death is welcomed with open arms. Did you end Brutus' suffering out of avarice, or mercy? Only you know the answer to that one.
Some have dared hope for a better life beyond Prisoners Gate. Not me. My place is here, easing the suffering of exile as best I can.
Reopened Passage
Merveil dwells in the caves beyond the wrecks, at the head of Siren's Cove.

Leave her be and we can only hope that she continues to return the favour.
If you must take your chances with the Siren, then have this. It may be of some help.

But please, know that you don't have to do this. Tarkleigh and I are getting used to having you around.
Merveil's Lair
I thought you were a fool for seeking out Merveil. A fool in love with death. Now... I don't know.

Still, you've delivered this coast from the terrors that long held sway here. We may now find some respite and that's more than any of us could have hoped for.

But please... consider this. What have you become when even nightmares fear you?
He did this to me... the King of Brine, and he wants me to be... oh god... his... Please... I don't know how I am doing this, nor if I may again. Help me... help us... before he... before...
What are you doing?! God drag you to damnation if you're going to stand by and let this happen to me! To us! Because believe me, the Brine King has far greater appetites than one nothing of a girl from Oriath. It doesn't matter what he'll do to me now... it's what he'll do to Wraeclast. Yet there's hope. There's always hope... if only you can reach Merveil's cave. If only...
The Brine King... his time has almost come. Then hope will be... I will be gone. Please... take the Black Flag. It once fluttered from the mast of the Black Crest, Weylam Roth's ship. Throw it into the flames of the Beacon. It's your only chance of reaching me, of turning this tide. The King can't keep secrets like this from me any longer. It's just... the way of things. Find me, please, before...
Over here! Hurry!
So strong, so dedicated. A man like you would never disappoint a lady in need. You're a gift, don't you see? A sumptuous feast for his majesty on his wedding day. Really, we are both so touched by your generosity.
So courageous, such a fine example of womanhood. I simply knew you wouldn't disappoint me. Or my husband. You see, his majesty could never be satiated on his wedding day by one bride alone. Thank you, my new sister. I shall always treasure your company.


























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