Lore
- Primeval Wraeclast
- Kalandra & The Lake
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I do not understand my prison. Every time I attempt to leave the Lake, I find myself instantly returning, as if I am making the choice to turn around and come back. In some cases, if I build up enough speed, I can make the transition take several minutes. Yet, I remember nothing of my time outside. Is this a real prison, or one whose walls reside only in my mind? What happens to me in those moments I cannot recall?
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I am the One Who Watches. I observe from afar as flowers blossom and fade, as trees shoot skyward and then fall, and as whole animal breeds populate and change. They are growing smarter, in small ways, and watching their antics keeps me sane. One day, they will understand what it is to be alive, and they will wonder why they are. I will give them guidance. More than that, I will not say. I will spare them the pain of knowing.
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They have started finding their way to me - some that imagine themselves grand heroes, some that are simply peasants to a lord, all in their time of greatest despair and need. I cannot help them, yet we talk, and they leave here with a new direction, ignorant of the cost they will pay. My latest conversation has given me much to think about. The problem is one of image; of a likeness cast by faith, of a reflection drawn by belief.
What you need, my little thief, is a shattered mirror.
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For a time, I truly had hope. For a time, I actually believed I was going to escape this place. Ones that scampered more furtively than most promised they would dedicate themselves to freeing me. They promised they would do whatever it took, no matter how many generations had to devote their lives to the effort.
But once they understood the truth of this place, they took steps to make it harder to find, and moved to erase me from recorded history. Then they burned themselves alive. Am I truly so forsaken? So untouchable, that none must be allowed to even know of me? In your fear, you consign me to oblivion! All I had to hold back the loneliness were my rare visitors...
- The Lightless
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Before Solaris graced Wraeclast, a race of repulsive beings, fearful of light, populated the gloomy wastes. They were thought to be long dead, with few traces and no mentions in historical accounts. That is, until the earth itself was torn asunder.
For aeons, in the deepest, blackest reaches, they have festered and multiplied. Now, they're clawing their way back to the surface in unprecedented numbers; a hateful swarm of hungering horrors hellbent on reclaiming Wraeclast.https://www.pathofexile.com/forum/view-thread/2032331
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We serve only the Night.
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Even the dead serve the Lightless.
- The Proto-Vaal
- The Clayshaper
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There is nothing, flesh, spirit, or stone
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Fleeing the destruction set upon her home,
the Clayshaper sought safety in the clouds of ash above.
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Where once had stood a village, lay naught but splinters.
Some had once been her home.
Some had once been her creations.
Some had once been her family.
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The river, once fertile and fresh,
and flowing briskly to the sea,
now stood, stained, at a standstill.
Dammed by the coagulating dead.
This item can be combined with a Meadow and Mountain ring at a Vendor. - The First King
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The narrow path turned to rough rocks that led towards the sky.
One last obstacle in a life-long journey
to find a land they could call home.
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Cold winds blasted what little grew on the icy surface.
The gifts of the land lay hidden deeper,
and only patience and persistence would free them.
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Sheltered beneath thick ice,
the river ferried fat fish towards the sea.
But the First King knew the river's secret,
and the fish were not the only ones who grew fat.
This item can be combined with a Meadow and Mountain ring at a Vendor. - Aul, The Last King
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He surveyed his lands, green and vital,
watched with pride as his slaves quarried fine stone for his fortress,
and thanked the heavens for his many blessings.
But this pilgrimage to the peak was to be his last.
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The fields were silent but for the plucking of fruits,
the rustling of leaves, and the breaking of stone.
No slave dared to speak or look the passing king in the eye.
No one... except Aul.
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With no stone for rebuilding, each storm took its toll on the village.
Huts eventually collapsed, their occupants injured or dead.
Bodies were left by the river, to appease the gods.
But the dead would not remain there.
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It was not his fearlessness or ferocity, nor his tactical genius,
it was his leadership that earned Aul, the Last King, his crown.
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