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KiracOnHarbingerPortalInvasion NPCTextAudio	Ah, the Battle of Phaaryl. My brigade was ordered to attack what our commanders believed to be a minor Harbinger outpost. To put it lightly, they were wrong. It was actually the primary staging ground for the entire invasion. Four thousand men marched onto that battlefield. A week later, when the Oriathan navy arrived to cover our escape, only two hundred of us were still alive. We did our share of damage - you can count on it - but the eager young man that went into that battle emerged disillusioned and weary.
KiracOnManyHarbingerPortals NPCTextAudio	Ah, the Battle of Phaaryl. My brigade was ordered to attack what our commanders believed to be a minor Harbinger outpost. To put it lightly, they were wrong. It was actually the primary staging ground for the entire invasion. Four thousand men marched onto that battlefield. A week later, when the Oriathan navy arrived to cover our escape, only two hundred of us were still alive. We did our share of damage - you can count on it - but the eager young man that went into that battle emerged disillusioned and weary.
KiracOnHarbingerDream NPCTextAudio	After the massacre at Phaaryl, I had nightmares for months. I would dream that I was a Harbinger. I would dream that my fellow soldiers were attacking me, and I had to slaughter them to survive. I don't know why, but I always woke up feeling... guilty. Not for killing my fellows, because that had just been a dream, but... for surviving the real thing. Is that strange? To feel guilty for not dying? I wish I could reach back and tell that devastated young man I was that... that it wasn't his fault. Ahem... enough reminiscing. Let's get back to work.

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KiracOnHarbingerPortalInvasion

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Ah, the Battle of Phaaryl. My brigade was ordered to attack what our commanders believed to be a minor Harbinger outpost. To put it lightly, they were wrong. It was actually the primary staging ground for the entire invasion. Four thousand men marched onto that battlefield. A week later, when the Oriathan navy arrived to cover our escape, only two hundred of us were still alive. We did our share of damage - you can count on it - but the eager young man that went into that battle emerged disillusioned and weary.

KiracOnManyHarbingerPortals

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KiracOnHarbingerDream

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After the massacre at Phaaryl, I had nightmares for months. I would dream that I was a Harbinger. I would dream that my fellow soldiers were attacking me, and I had to slaughter them to survive. I don't know why, but I always woke up feeling... guilty. Not for killing my fellows, because that had just been a dream, but... for surviving the real thing. Is that strange? To feel guilty for not dying? I wish I could reach back and tell that devastated young man I was that... that it wasn't his fault.

Ahem... enough reminiscing. Let's get back to work.

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