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Sin

Humanoid

cannot be afflicted [1]
cannot be tagged by sentinel [1]
cannot have affliction mods [1]
cannot have azmeri dust [1]
cant possess this [1]
cant touch this [1]
monster no talismans [1]

Spectre	N
Tags	caster, flesh_armour, humanoid, is_unarmed, large_height, physical_affinity, ranged, red_blood, very_slow_movement

Life

100%

Ailment Threshold

100%

Resistance

Damage

100%

Accuracy

100%

Critical Strike Chance

+5%

Critical Strike Multiplier

+130%

Attack Distance

6 ~ 6

Attack Time

1.995 Second

Damage Spread

±0%

Experience

100%

Model Size

100%

Type

SinKitava

Metadata

Sin

The following values do not include map affix bonuses, monster buff bonuses, altar bonuses, atlas skill bonuses.

Level

Life

6,433

Armour

28,790

Evasion

4,739

Energy Shield

Damage

374

Spell Damage

374

Accuracy

Attack Time

1.995

Experience

10,255

Ailment Threshold

6,433

Chill

Shock

Brittle

115

Scorch

Sap

The following values are skill base values and do not include map affix bonuses, monster buff bonuses, altar bonuses, atlas skill bonuses, monster base damage(ex: The Maven 150% multiplier), monster rarity bonuses (ex: unique 70% more, unique attack 33% less).

KitavaSinProjectile

Spell, Projectile, ProjectilesFromUser, Triggerable

Cast Time: 1.5 sec

Deals 4.366 to 6.549 Physical Damage
base is projectile [1]
monster projectile variation [29]
projectile uses contact position [1]

KitavaSinProjectileFlying

Spell, Projectile, ProjectilesFromUser, Triggerable

Cast Time: 4 sec

Cooldown Time: 15 sec

Deals 4.366 to 6.549 Physical Damage
base is projectile [1]
monster projectile variation [36]
projectile uses contact position [1]

Object Type

version 2
extends "Metadata/Monsters/KitavaBoss/InnocenceSin/InnocenceSinBase"

InteractionAction
{
}

NPC
{
}

StateMachine
{
	define_shared_state = "finished"
}

MinimapIcon
{
	icon = "NPC"
}

Object Type Codes

version 2
extends "Metadata/Monsters/KitavaBoss/InnocenceSin/InnocenceSinBase"

Transitionable
{
	create_state_1 = "PlayAnimation( entrance_kitava ); PauseAnimation();"
}

NPC
{
	marker_enabled = false
}

StateMachine
{
	create_state_finished_0 = "HideMinimapIcon(); HideNPCMarker();"
	create_state_finished_1 = "ShowMinimapIcon(); ShowNPCMarker(); PlayAnimation( idle );"
	on_state_finished_1 = "ShowMinimapIcon(); ShowNPCMarker();"
}

-- src\Data\Spectres.lua
minions["Metadata/Monsters/KitavaBoss/InnocenceSin/Sin"] = {
    name = "Sin",
    life = 1,
    fireResist = 0,
    coldResist = 0,
    lightningResist = 0,
    chaosResist = 0,
    damage = 1,
    damageSpread = 0,
    attackTime = 1.995,
    attackRange = 6,
    accuracy = 1,
    skillList = {
        "KitavaSinProjectile",
        "KitavaSinProjectileFlying",
    },
    modList = {
    },
}
-- src\Data\Skills\spectre.lua
skills["KitavaSinProjectile"] = {
    name = "KitavaSinProjectile",
    hidden = true,
    color = "3",
    baseEffectiveness = 0,
    incrementalEffectiveness = 0,
    skillTypes = {
        [SkillType.Spell] = true,
        [SkillType.Projectile] = true,
        [SkillType.ProjectilesFromUser] = true,
        [SkillType.Triggerable] = true,
    },
    statDescriptionScope = "skill_stat_descriptions",
    castTime = 1.5,
    baseFlags = {
        spell = true,
        projectile = true,
    },
    baseMods = {
    },
    qualityStats = {
    },
    stats = {
        "spell_minimum_base_physical_damage",
        "spell_maximum_base_physical_damage",
        "monster_projectile_variation",
        "base_is_projectile",
        "projectile_uses_contact_position",
    },
    levels = {
        [1] = {0.80000001192093, 1.2000000476837, 29, levelRequirement = 1, statInterpolation = {3, 3},  cost = { }, },
    },
}
-- src\Data\Skills\spectre.lua
skills["KitavaSinProjectileFlying"] = {
    name = "KitavaSinProjectileFlying",
    hidden = true,
    color = "3",
    baseEffectiveness = 0,
    incrementalEffectiveness = 0,
    skillTypes = {
        [SkillType.Spell] = true,
        [SkillType.Projectile] = true,
        [SkillType.ProjectilesFromUser] = true,
        [SkillType.Triggerable] = true,
    },
    statDescriptionScope = "skill_stat_descriptions",
    castTime = 4,
    baseFlags = {
        spell = true,
        projectile = true,
    },
    baseMods = {
    },
    qualityStats = {
    },
    stats = {
        "spell_minimum_base_physical_damage",
        "spell_maximum_base_physical_damage",
        "monster_projectile_variation",
        "base_is_projectile",
        "projectile_uses_contact_position",
    },
    levels = {
        [1] = {0.80000001192093, 1.2000000476837, 36, levelRequirement = 1, statInterpolation = {3, 3},  cost = { }, },
    },
}

cannot be afflicted [1]
cannot be tagged by sentinel [1]
cannot have affliction mods [1]
cannot have azmeri dust [1]
cant possess this [1]
cant touch this [1]
monster no talismans [1]

Id	CannotBeAugmented
Family	Nothing
Domains	Monster (3)
GenerationType	Unique (3)
Req. level	1
Stats	cant touch this Min: 1 Max: 1 Global cant possess this Min: 1 Max: 1 Global cannot be afflicted Min: 1 Max: 1 Global monster no talismans Min: 1 Max: 1 Global cannot have azmeri dust Min: 1 Max: 1 Global cannot have affliction mods Min: 1 Max: 1 Global cannot be tagged by sentinel Min: 1 Max: 1 Global

Sin Topic /188

NPC	Name
Tasuni	Yes, I know of that dark god perched atop your shoulder. His image comes forth in my mind's eye, and I hear the sound of his breath crackle against the coldness of our mountain air. He has a different energy to the other gods revealed in my dreams. Less hostile, more empathetic to the plight which humanity suffers... should his brethren be left to roam free. It seems, Lord Sin, as if you are on our side.
Lani	A dark angel on your shoulder perhaps? In another time the presence of this god would trouble me, perhaps even frighten me, but in these days, I cannot afford the sensation of surprise. If he has helped you this far as you say, then one might expect he will help you all the way to the bitter end, and that is good enough for me.
Sin	Sin: Innocence, you see now, don't you? Innocence: Little brother... Please, forgive me. It's as if I have been dreaming the most horrid nightmare... and now, at last, the haze of sleep lifts from my eyes. My vision is clear... oh, by the gods, forgive me... Sin: It is as true now as it was when we began. You and I are of the same flesh, cleaved from the same womb. You ask for my forgiveness. I give it to you freely. Innocence: But the things I've done... the countless millions I've murdered... Sin: There will be time for all of that later, but for now, your people need you. Oriath needs you... Innocence: ...No. I cannot remain here amongst these ruins. Amongst the corpses of my own making... These people, they need you, brother, and your hero - not me. Sin: Then what? Where will you go? What will you do? Innocence: Isolation. I shall go south. As far south as one can travel in such a fleshly form. There are things I must think on, a redemption I need plan, if my conscience decides I am worthy of such a gift. Sin: You would seek forgiveness in the ice at the bottom of the world? Innocence: I would, should you let me. Sin: Go. Seek out that which you need. Find who you are, make pilgrimage. Journey on your path, brother, only return to us one day. Innocence: Thank you, brother.
Divinia	You can see him, too? I thought I was hallucinating. Wait, you're {working with him?} Do you know who that is? He's the Original Evil! I won't have anything to do with a monster like him!
Divinia	After what I've learned in this Sanctum, I should probably re-evaluate my beliefs. I think I understand Lycia's pain. If I've been lied to by the Templars about the foundations of our religion, what else am I wrong about? Perhaps Sin is not the Original Evil that he was claimed to be. I feel strange even considering such a heretical idea!
Sin Trek	Do not let them step on your feet. Keep them at bay.
Weight of Sin	Ill will is the greatest of burdens.
Assassin's Haste	A quick step can advance great plans.
Singularity	In time, all becomes nothing. We just expedite the process.
Sin's Rebirth	And from the ashes he rose, like a black cloud. The Sin of one became the Sin of many.
Disintegrator	Blurred is the boundary between creator and destroyer.
Sinvicta's Mettle	War is a thriving infection. It numbs the heart and eats away at the soul until only emptiness remains.
Aul's Uprising	It was not his fearlessness or ferocity, nor his tactical genius, it was his leadership that earned Aul, the Last King, his crown.
Sign of the Sin Eater	A secret few among the Templars grant absolution by bearing the guilt of others.
Misinformation	The King's Eye returned from the west. Fertile pastures lay just beyond sight. Just a little farther, he said. It was always just a little farther.
Original Sin	Innocence rose to godhood not on inspired faith, but on the vilification and hatred of another.
The Tempest Rising	Where he tread, disintegrating storms of lightning and death laid waste to all around him.
Eye of Chayula	Never blinking, always watching. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Chayula}
Voll's Devotion	"We are the soldiers of Faith, armoured in devotion. Let the sinners come, for we - the Pure - shall endure!" - Voll of Thebrus, at the Battle of the Bridge
Thief's Torment	The ring I stole, My finger they took, A shrouded mind, Cut their curses short, As I drained their spirit And stole their soul. A blessing is often a curse.
Blackgleam	Molten feathers, veiled spark, Hissing arrows from the dark.
Carcass Jack	"...The discomfort shown by the others is amusing, but none can deny that my work has made quite the splash..." - Maligaro's Journal
Ondar's Clasp	A single lightning strike fells a man. A single knife stroke fells an empire.
Death's Harp	The mournful music of the strings, The creaking arch, the arrow sings. A choking cry, a rattled breath, The Reaper's Song, the Harp of Death.
The Goddess Bound	She paints her offer in wicked hues An off-white grin, an elegant bruise. To the nascent scourge she sings the ruse: "With me in hand, what else need you use?"
The Coward's Trial	For his sins he was hunted in his sleep, judgement wrought of twisted nightmare. The Coward bound his dreams to stone, awaiting another to walk the path of true atonement.
Atziri's Disfavour	"I do not believe in disguising my disappointment." - Atziri, Queen of the Vaal
Limbsplit	Swinging through the air, it sings of sundered, severed, missing things.
Wideswing	Bargg Wurmkin once severed the heads of seven men in a single cleave.
Mark of the Doubting Knight	Nothing is pure. Slice open the Innocent And spill a thousand Sins.
Maligaro's Lens	"Look around you. What do you see? Corruption, perversion, sin? No. It is progress. You simply lack the means to see it." - Inquisitor Maligaro
Ancient Waystones	"The Vaal left a thousand warnings behind. We ignored every single one." - Siosa, the Last Scholar
Mutated Growth	Few living things survived the cleansing flames. Those that did thrived... And changed...
Callinellus Malleus	To neither ebb nor flow, but weather the rising tide, outlast, unshifting and unshifted, until the waters recede and we stand together.
Lakishu's Blade	"May the Blessed Lakishu watch our backs and our wives." - Legionnaire Battle Blessing
Volley Fire	Lioneye's men stood at the walls, eyeing the savages that walked the beach below. With a single word, a thousand bodies, and ten thousand arrows, would litter the sands.
Rigwald's Command	Fear not death. Turn to him, face him. And smile as he sinks his teeth into the throats of our oppressors.
Glitterdisc	Izaro's insistence on using lava resulted in some surprising material discoveries.
The Sorrow of the Divine	As man sins, God weeps.
Xirgil's Crank	"Since one with knowledge of machines might be able to bring the labyrinth to a standstill, Izaro had us place many boobytrapped decoys. But I know which switch brings the monster down." - Xirgil, Trapbuilder's final words.
Shavronne's Gambit	The Karui boats were closing the gap, but Shavronne had laid for them one final trap.
Scaeva	Even from the back rows, the whistling steel was mesmerising. They watched the dance in the arena dust, silent as the dead. A spell only broken by the spilling of blood.
Ascent From Flesh	A single step forward Snap free from the prison Reborn into freedom eternal
Ewar's Mirage	A single breeze blows A hundred blades dance
Kitava's Thirst	Tukohama, Tawhoa and Kitava went to the lake to fish. Tawhoa weaved a net to catch the fish, Tukohama built a fire to cook the fish, and Kitava swallowed the entire lake, fish and all, with a single gulp.
Eye of Innocence	"...and so He said: 'Let only the good meet my gaze' and no eye met His. So He called down the cleansing flames and let black smoke sweep the Sinners away." - Book of Innocence
The Scourge	With increasing mastery over death comes an increasing desire for it.
The Formless Flame	Our skin turns to ash and we are swallowed by his brilliant red light. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Xoph}
Xoph's Heart	His is our heart. To its beat we all are driven. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Xoph}
Tulborn	We remember the stillness. Then the great fall. The pain of separation. We return once more. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Tul}
The Halcyon	We wait, still as the dead, to join the great avalanche. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Tul}
The Infinite Pursuit	We move to be closer to her, but the distance yet grows. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Uul-Netol}
The Pandemonius	A single moment sets in motion an eternal fall, beneath which all are buried.
Voice of the Storm	When she of many mouths spoke, we bowed in awe and were crushed. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Esh}
Xoph's Inception	Upon the red pyre we are born. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Xoph}
Hand of Thought and Motion	She carries us and nurtures us until we must feed upon each other. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Esh}
The Snowblind Grace	We dance in the white, like water, colliding as many and emerging as one. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Tul}
Esh's Mirror	She looked upon her reflection and trembled, and shook, until she was not what she saw. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Esh}
Uul-Netol's Kiss	We feel the Mother's love and beg to return to her womb. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Uul-Netol}
The Anticipation	We are within her reach, and when the time is right, she will reach into us. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Uul-Netol}
Severed in Sleep	His lucky thralls dream eternal, but we must crawl on our own. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Chayula}
Skin of the Loyal	We happily give our limbs. A net woven to keep safe the bones of the Lords. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Chayula}
The Red Dream	We flow like blood into Chayula's open mouth, and spill into the land we have watched forever. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Chayula}
The Green Dream	We climb like vines up Chayula's arms, reaching into the world that should be ours. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Chayula}
The Blue Dream	We crash against Chayula's body, and fall like rain into the place we cannot go. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Chayula}
Martyr of Innocence	You have been found guilty. Let the fires cleanse you of your sins.
Prospero's Vault	The pirates of Pondium know that full pockets have a tendency to sink.
Yoke of Suffering	Let the unrepentant be dragged ever downwards by the weight of their sins.
Oni-Goroshi	"Your name is Demon Slayer? Really? Good name for rotgut, that." She said: I prefer "The Goddess Of Swords". Much more dignified. And accurate. "Demon Slayer The Cheap And Nasty it is then. Burns going down, burns coming up?" She said: Every single time, Charan. And still...you'll bathe me, and you'll drink my love. Until you can't.
Greedtrap	A single taste leaves you wanting more.
Saqawal's Winds	When the inferno spread across the land, it was the First of the Sky who singed his feathers as he brought the flames to a standstill.
Geofri's Devotion	"Confess your sins to me. My god will not be nearly so forgiving." - Archbishop Geofri of Phrecia Cathedral
Curtain Call	Sing with me one last duet, the curtain closes nigh. Join me in a quiet song, Before we all must die.
Putembo's Mountain	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. {This item can be combined with a Meadow and Valley ring at a Vendor.}
Putembo's Meadow	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. {This item can be combined with a Mountain and Valley ring at a Vendor.}
Vivinsect	"Fusing the parasite with another ring has manifested unpredictable effects. I theorise the sacrificial vessel's level of anguish is a key variable." - Arzaak, Syndicate Researcher
Toxic Vapours	In the weeks that followed the Cataclysm, the dead began to rot and fester. The air fouled with such concentration, that passing birds drowned in flight.
Maloney's Mechanism	Midnight tinkering begets midday murdering; a sinister shaft surreptitiously shot slays a scoundrel. I will see them again, but not until my work is done.
Fury Valve	A single act of anger travels countless paths of destruction.
The Saviour	On the mirrored edge of infinity, one man sinks forever into darkness, one man rises into light. But which one am I?
Replica Kalisa's Grace	"Our superiors were getting anxious for results, and lowered security standards. A single attempt of a spell with this unexpected power destroyed an entire floor."
Replica Loreweave	"Better... stronger... more vital... and then... failure. Always, failure. What key fundamental secret are we missing?"
Replica Quill Rain	"How did you manage to lodge arrows in every single test subject and researcher in Lab Three simultaneously?" - Doctor Bircus
Replica Farrul's Fur	"Attempt #120: the prototype has finally achieved power similar to the original without breaking all the bones of the test subject. A rousing success."
Replica Infractem	"How did you manage to lodge arrows in every single test subject and researcher in Lab Three simultaneously... again?" - Doctor Bircus
Contract: Heart of Glory	"A part of me still believes I can convince Nashta to give up her rebellious ways and come home. That part of me will forever be nine years of age, futilely chasing her as she runs off into the dunes yet again."
Crest of Desire	Expand one single ambition to crystal clarity... and beyond.
The Fledgling	The single well-placed arrow that changes the world must be preceded by ten thousand practice shots.
Ashes of the Stars	A single facet contains the wisdom of countless disintegrated worlds.
Forbidden Flame	The minds of those studied utterly by the Cleansing Fire continue to think and dream and beg for silence...
The Gluttonous Tide	To eat, to feast, to forget the horror of endless agonising existence if but for a moment... only to disgorge and do it all again...
Divine Inferno	Gripping the stolen Spear of Solerai in hand, the bandit king of Stridevolf watched his enclave burn. As foretold, the weapon was powerful beyond compare, but using it had cost him absolutely everything.
Royale Martyr of Innocence	You have been found guilty. Let the fires cleanse you of your sins.
Royale Hand of Thought and Motion	She carries us and nurtures us until we must feed upon each other. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Esh}
Royale The Fledgling	The single well-placed arrow that changes the world must be preceded by ten thousand practice shots.
Royale Callinellus Malleus	To neither ebb nor flow, but weather the rising tide, outlast, unshifting and unshifted, until the waters recede and we stand together.
Royale Maloney's Mechanism	Midnight tinkering begets midday murdering; a sinister shaft surreptitiously shot slays a scoundrel. I will see them again, but not until my work is done.
Royale The Infinite Pursuit	We move to be closer to her, but the distance yet grows. {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Uul-Netol}
Royale The Scourge	With increasing mastery over death comes an increasing desire for it.
The Balance of Terror	Fellshrine stood as a holy bastion opposite the Chamber of Sins, and all that it represented. For one to rise, the other must fall.
The Redblade	Its forging marked the melding of man and Titan against the rising darkness.
Replica Badge of the Brotherhood	"I stood upon the tower's edge, and saw that we had cracked the sky. There is nowhere we can run that our sins will not find us now." - Researcher Arn, last recorded words
The Adorned	At their height, the Vaal glittered under the sun. A decade, a century, an aeon of prosperity... now nothing more than a passing wonder.
The Coward's Trial	For his sins he was hunted in his sleep, judgement wrought of twisted nightmare. The Coward bound his dreams to stone, awaiting another to walk the path of true atonement.
Colosseum Map	Life means as little as a passing moment of entertainment. Let them rot.
Haunted Mansion Map	Forlorn and sorrowful, this once opulent ruin conceals the sins of a fallen line.
Silo Map	Grim blessings whispered in the deepest, most secret of places.
Orb of Fusing
Tainted Blessing
Singular Delirium Orb
Blessing of Xoph
Blessing of Tul
Blessing of Esh
Blessing of Uul-Netol
Blessing of Chayula
Stabilising Sceptre
Assassin Bow
Ursine Pelt
Sinner Tricorne
Assassin's Garb
Assassin's Boots
Assassin's Mitts
Assassin's Mark
Divine Blessing Support
Eternal Blessing Support
Guardian's Blessing Support
Assassin's Favour	By the time their eyes meet, the dark deal has long since been made, and his fate long since sealed.
Blessing of God	When the darkness weighs upon you, grow light from within.
Succor of the Sinless	Blessed is the blood of the beholden disciple. The earth is anointed by his step. The damnable are sanctified by his strike.
The Blessing of Moosh	While the Labyrinth traps have claimed countless adventurers, they were not designed with felines in mind.
Chasing Risk	A fond memory fills me with nostalgia; some men would have felt guilt, but I felt no regret over the anguish and fear my ambitions caused.
Singular Incubator
Captured Soul of Tahsin, Warmaker	Tukohama stood in the door, blocking the sunlight from Hikatomanga and his family. The Father of War's retribution was inevitable, for it is known - man cannot cheat the gods without consequence...
Cartography Scarab of Singularity	Some regions of the Atlas never change.
Ultimatum Scarab of Catalysing	Most regret finding out how the powder is made.
Crude Sensing Charm
Fine Sensing Charm
Polished Sensing Charm
Thaumaturgical Sensing Charm
Staff of the First Sin Eater	"The history of the order of Sin Eaters is shrouded in secrecy and shame. Nevertheless, history demands truth, even if it takes centuries to be revealed."
Synthesising Fragment	When memories become twisted by a corrupted mind, history is rewritten, time after time.
Tainted Orb of Fusing
Singular Scouting Report
Ursine Charm
Assassin's Gift	{What matters are the Marks of your life, not its Longevity.}
Allflame Ember of Syndicate Assassins
Roseus Glyph	Its pleasing sheen remains even in shadow, as if it were somehow lit from within.
Infernal Talc	"A Virtue Gem is a raging thunderstorm imprisoned within a single raindrop. Infernal Talc simply lets the storm out." - Malachai the Soulless
Primal Skull Talisman	With the will of the first ones in our sinews we shall tear down the walls of Sarn. Yet as is the way of the wildlands, Only the strong may grow stronger. - The Wolven King
Three Hands Talisman	We breed thoughts of single mind, fashion tools of single purpose. While the First Ones bring to bear anything that the wildlands provide. - The Wolven King
Archive Reliquary Key	Minds are not the only thing the Cleansing Fire keeps eternal...
Atziri's Arsenal	In the prison of all sins, will you grasp godhood or sorrow? Only hope lies under the shadows.
The Innocent	His brother would not atone, so he took his brother's life, and with it, his sins.
Monochrome	{"You cannot portray the world using just one colour. Together, you and I, we will paint our world into perfection." - Kyra, renegade thaumaturgist}
Divine Justice	Many sought the Goddess' blessing. Few survived the Labyrinth to receive it.
The Craving	What was once a passing thought tickling the back of the mind is now a desperate, driving desire.
The Greatest Intentions	Chasing purity in the rising light means facing the darkening edges of the spirit.
Sambodhi's Wisdom	{No blade conquers sin; guide a sinner to virtue, unveil their lost sight— your eyes, too, see in everyone the inner child, no matter their might.}
The Hook	Every obsession began with a single, innocent taste.
The One That Got Away	{Savor life's missing pieces. To complete one's final goal is to take one's last breath.}
Broken Truce	With a single act, years of peace have been shattered. An unknown assassin brings war upon us all.
Sun Orb	"The sun is a devoted mother. She casts her golden blessings on the crops of the pious and makes barren the fields of heresy. Sunlight is belief. Sunlight is life." - The Solar Verses
Bottled Storm	"One should not entice the storm; one cannot invite the storm, or give warrant to its tyrant-soul. We survive only by appeasing the storm, with gifts and offerings of adoration. We hope that, in its mercy, it shall pass us by." - Tempestology of the Maraketh, Repudion IV
Captured Soul of Puruna, the Challenger	Though his mind decayed with each passing wave, the Brine King stood steadfast in his hatred, and wore it like a shell, protecting himself from his failure to sire a worthy heir.
Captured Soul of Terror of the Infinite Drifts	"So it's true." Shakari thought, as she took her final breath. "My father, Sin, wishes me dead. And he has sent his rabid dog to do it..."
Memory Fragment II	"...Though the device seemed to be mostly functioning, something important appeared to be missing... ...I worked tirelessly in search of answers, until finally, at the base of that cruel device, I fell into a deep, deep sleep..."
Memory Fragment IV	"...The Shade knew of the device - a doorway between my world and the dreamlands. It offered to help me rebuild the missing part, to create a conduit between this beautiful land and Oriath. All that the Shade asked of me was to return the favour..."
Memory Fragment VI	"...The missing part of the great device had finally been formed. The Shade requested its one favour. I was shown images of the past, the Shade as King of the dreamlands, the hateful Watchers of Decay... It led me deep into a cave, to a statue pierced by a sword..."
Memory Fragment VII	"Pull the blade from my chest. Free me!" the Shade imposed. But doubt entered my mind, and the Shade flew into a fury! I felt my mind torn asunder as images of murder and mutilation were forced upon me. I fled in a panic, cursing myself for ever trusting such a strange creature so blindly..."
Memory Fragment VIII	"...Months have now passed since the Shade revealed its true nature. Each morning, I lock myself inside my study, searching for some knowledge that might save us. I have found at last, some information on the Watchers of Decay. The truth is so unutterable that I hesitate, even now, to write it down..."
Memory Fragment X	"...I've spent every waking hour since, trying to find a way to end this unholy Elder. Within my secret study, I've begun work on a device of my own, tinkering and shaping. When I'm finished, this Elder will never bother our world again. The creature cannot be killed, but maybe... it can be exiled..."
Memory Fragment XII	"...Venarius, that bastard... he marched me through the streets. His men beat me within an inch of death... I... I told him everything. He demanded that I take all of us into the dreamlands, to meet with the Elder. Using the device, we stepped through, setting foot in the Atlas of Worlds..."
Vault Key	Some sins were never meant to be remembered...
Incense of Keth	"Sap of the Aturi tree, known only to grow at the meeting point of the seven waters. Nothing since its disappearance has smelled as wondrous."
Tullina's Engagement Ring	"It isn't fair to either of us to keep chasing this dream."
Enigmatic Assembly A4	"I currently possess four-hundred and forty-four pieces of this ancient and puzzling device. A few seem to be missing. This part is crucial."
Crescent Splinter	Precious and perilous, Tantalising and terrible.
Cosmic Fragment	A single act of love and defiance may cascade destruction across the cosmos.
Abyss Scarab of Emptiness	They stare back, with hollow hypnotising eyes.
Blight Scarab of Invigoration	Reversing the polarity of the compression modulator seems to have intriguing effects...
Mountain Rune	The difference between here and there is merely a single climb.
Workshop	The constant din drowns many a sin.
Crimson Dance	My blade sings so sweetly, your body cannot help but weep.
Cosmic Wounds	A single act of love and defiance may cascade destruction across the cosmos.
Arbitrary Tenets	They are unforgivable sinners and fools... We pray each Sacrato. They pray each Kaso. They are absolutely mad!
Endless Tide	You fight on, muscles burning, limbs leaden, hoping for that singular moment of victory that might finally bring relief... but it never comes.
All Hands	The enemy is at the gates. Every single soldier we have may still not be enough...
Supreme Decadence	You may find that having is less pleasing a thing than wanting.

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I am Sin, the Forgotten One. Would that humanity could forget all of my kind. Perhaps, with your help, that might still come to pass. For now the blinding light has been dimmed, and darkness floods in to fill the void. The desperate and depraved set a feast for their lord incumbent, Kitava, the Ravenous One. — Kitava
Should Kitava accept their invitation, there is but one thin sliver of hope for us all. My brother's Sign of Purity. Look to it in the choking passages of Templar reverence. It shall be your torch when night falls at last. — Kitava
SinKitavaCutscene — Kitava
Deep in the Templar's Ossuary, in the company of the dead, there lies the Sign of Purity. Innocence bled himself for the creation of that cruel and desperate weapon. Tempered in his own ruby ichor, it was forged to be a transcendent tool of punishment and purification. The Sign is a living agent of righteousness, or at least, the dubious kind of righteousness that my brother subscribes to. Innocence found, in the first High Templar, a most faithful servant and gifted the Sign to him, so that it might be used in times of great need. The great need of Innocence believers, that is. Humanity's general well-being has never been of particular concern to my brother. — The Sign of Purity
Though I am a god, I have not forgotten my humanity. I care for that which I once was. Kitava remembers nothing and cares for nothing but his own hunger and greed. He is an endless pit of gnashing teeth and churning guts. While other gods rise on the mainland and fight for the meagre scraps of what was, Kitava has the most fecund and formidable civilisation of his age at his disposal. He can feed when he likes and he grows ever stronger with each morsel. All of Oriath shall soon belong to Kitava, and if that happens, he will rise beyond even our reach. — The Fall of Oriath
He lives, after a fashion. That pretentious little vessel of his served only to encourage his divine follies. I have procured him a more... sensible host, one that should contain his excesses and temper that fragile ego of his. Hear this, Brother! "From mind of lead to heart of gold, your soul shall be bound, your wrath shall grow cold." — Innocence
An empire is nothing more than a standard pitched in the naked earth. The time has come for you to raise this standard upon the peak of false faith, the apex of Chitus Cathedral. Drive it deep into that sacred stone. Mark the death of a faithless empire and slay the slavering kingdom that seeks to consume it. — The Sign of Purity
The flame of hope may flicker but it cannot be extinguished! — SinPCRescue
There is no shame in falling to a god. Shame lies only in refusing to rise again. You shall soar, that much I'm permitted to foresee. You shall ascend to the peak of your loftiest mistake and from there you shall pluck a single, surviving hope from the jaws of immortal despair. A ship sails for Lioneye's Watch not far from here. Be on it. — Kitava
Despite your best efforts, Beast Slayer, a splinter of hope remains. The very seed that brought my Beast into existence. The Dark Ember. Never again shall it birth a life so magnificent as the Beast, yet a residue of that power still lingers. Enough to give us a fighting chance against the ravenous Kitava. How do we obtain this Dark Ember? Three hearts were silenced, three hearts must sing again, one last time. In that final flickering of life, our saviour seed shall be born. All I need are three fine souls with which to stoke the flames. Shavronne of Umbra. Inquisitor Maligaro. Doedre the Darktongue. Three spirits of near unfathomable resilience and vigour, freed with the Beast's final exhalation. So let us begin the harvest! Shavronne has come home, to Axiom. We shall give her the warm welcome she sincerely deserves. — Shavronne of Umbra
And so it begins. My aetherial veins now run with dark ambition. Let's turn that trickle into a torrent. Let's harvest ourselves a Grand Inquisitor. Just as Shavronne's spirit chose to return to comfortable climes, Maligaro's essence once again dwells in his very own Chamber of Sins. Though I hasten to add that Maligaro's sins are not my sins. I prefer transgressions of a more natural order than does he. I'd carry you to Phrecia if I could, yet I expended too much of myself when I snatched you from the jaws of Kitava. You will need to find your own path, as will I. Make the journey, and please survive it. We two have much work left to do. — Shavronne
If she is to be of any use to us, the Umbra's spirit must be wrenched from her mortal manifestation and lashed to our greater cause. That is your task. For my part, I shall negotiate the terms of her cooperation. With a tragic kiss and lasting embrace, her essence shall pass into me as if she were sweet breath from the mouth of my lover. It is a sacrosanct sacrifice for all involved. Thankfully for you, all I ask is that you do what you clearly do best. Kill. — The Essence of Umbra
Ambition is the bane of mortality. It was through ambition that we gods transcended the thick mud and thin blood of our mundane birthrights. Ambition that drove us to sustain our divine selves through the subjugation of others. Shavronne's soul is made up of one part ambition and two parts raw, unbounded passion. Such a volatile spark shall burn briefly and brightly in even the most deadened of hearts. — Shavronne's Soul
I shall put this simply, for in truth, everything comes down to the simple act of planting a seed in the ground. The gods are rising because you slew the one creature that prevented them from doing so. Your name for it is "The Beast." It was I who planted the seed in the rich soil beneath Highgate, who nurtured it, who watched it bloom into maturity, even as I succumbed to its mollifying powers. We gods, we were driven into slumbering darkness, to dream away eternity whilst the gentle Beast watched over us. I would desire that we return to that blissful state, but my brothers and sisters of deism shall never submit to banishment. They have tasted freedom once more and they shall not let go of this world until it is pried from their cold, dead hands. — The Rise of the Gods
The Beast was never a cruel master. It didn't want to destroy, to corrupt, to terrorise. It simply existed to exist. I made it that way. Unfortunately, in neglecting to provide it with ambition, I made it vulnerable to the ambitions of others. Queen Atziri and Doryani. Emperor Chitus and Malachai. Others even before them. I created a Beast that would free humanity from the tyranny of the gods. Yet all I really did was provide the perfect tool with which humanity could tyrannise itself. — The Beast
From here to the Beast, the journey is long and arduous. You are strong, for a mortal, yet the beating of this war drum shall burst your human heart. So we must fortify it with something a little more divine in nature. While a god may fall, their essence lingers, a quiet cacophony outside of your perception. That essence can be yours, to galvanise your will and invigorate your body. I have the perfect first donor for us. Tukohama, the Father of War. In a pool once foul and fetid, he has raised a fortress now ferocious and fearsome. Best you pay him a visit before he also raises that ugly son of his, and unleashes him upon what remains of Wraeclast. — The Father of War
The Karui were a peaceful culture of farmers and fishermen, before fate thrust the great Tukohama upon them. It was he who put the stone axes in their hands and the hunger for conquest in their bellies. Farmers quenched their dry fields in blood. Fishermen emptied their holds of fish and filled them with land-greedy hordes. Battle by battle, war by war, Tukohama carved the steps that would carry him up a mountain of severed heads, and into immortality. Tukohama's axe is called Anger, his spear is called Greed, and their victims are the minds and hearts of all Karui. — Tukohama
I am Sin, Thief of Virtue, and it is mine to take what I will from the defeated, to make a gift of it to the victorious. Alas, your mortal frame cannot withstand the unfettered fire of deism. It would turn your blood to mist and scorch your precious flesh black. So choose modestly and choose wisely, for there is much more at stake here than your little hopes and dreams. — Tukohama
I've another deity in mind who could be persuaded to donate a little essence to your ongoing edification. Abberath, a deranged old goat with a thirst for human souls whose cloven hooves now stand astride the old prisoners road. Have you ever tasted a soul, Beast Slayer? No, I imagine not. The poets all speak of sweet souls, bitter souls, enlightened souls and twisted souls. You know what most of them taste like, really? Regret, with a lingering aftertaste of 'should've known better'. — The Cloven One
A renowned alchemist, eroded by his lust for distilled spirits - and not the alcoholic kind. Abberath the Scholar King, dancing upon a stage of chemicals and fire. He used his knowledge to burn away the flesh so as to liquidate the life force within, a libation he consumed with both frequency and alacrity. It started with animals, goats specifically, and thus his own cruelty became his curse. The Scholar King became the Cloven One, Quaffer of Souls. Some say he turned to the dram of Man in order to cure himself. I believe his thirst simply grew with his burgeoning immortality. And perhaps he still retained some of his scholarly nature, for he seemed fair determined to share his hard won wisdom. He took himself a princess, a lovely thing from a local tribe, and nine months later she gave birth to something rather unlovely. The Faun, as wild and wicked as the shaggy god himself. Schooled in his father's ways, the Faun would carry off many more virgins in his time, and thus, the race of goatmen found their footing. — Abberath
Good souls were hard enough to come by without that parched old goat drinking his fill. You have done humanity a noble service. — Abberath
The Puppet Mistress was a revered matriarch who nurtured her tribe into greatness through love, peace and fecundity. That is, until her children were slaughtered by Tukohama's brave warriors. Dissolution and desperation, they do troubling things to the spirit. And given enough time, what one believes, one becomes. — The Puppet Mistress
A maggot that festers and writhes in the fetid mud of the wettest lands. Ryslatha, the white worm that corrupts the very earth while her heart yearns to replenish her slaughtered brood. Hers was a prolific tribe once, fat with peace and fecund with love. Then Tukohama's fire swept across her sacred land and her children were butchered by the madness of war. Now the immortal mother has one waking thought. She will also ensure that her children are never harmed again. How? By making everyone's children, her children. — Ryslatha
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. — Ryslatha
Old, salty Tsoagoth, pickled in a thick brine of ignominious carnality. Vanity was Tsoagoth's downfall, and I think he grew his shell just to shield himself from the shame of it all. It's time you sailed out to that reef refuge of his, cracked his carapace, and dined on the divine meat beneath. — The Brine King
When I first met Tsoagoth, he was a seafaring chieftain, the beloved leader of a prosperous and sprawling fisher tribe. It was the curse of legacy that made him into the blasphemous Brine King. An endless madness of propagation and disappointment. All in the vain hope of recreating himself. Fishwife after fishwife he took, and every one of them spawned a monster. A truly noble king would have surrendered his kingdom to cleaner blood. Alas, although Tsoagoth had many fine qualities, generosity was not one of them. — Tsoagoth
And thus the Lord of Salt and Scale sinks to feed the fishes that flit amongst the ruins of Tsoatha. Come, ingest of his divine juices while they are all washed away. — The Brine King
Not you! Upon my life and my work, I shall not suffer this humiliation again! — ShavronneTwoIntro
Judging by that rather curious ship and its aberrant captain, I imagine you had rather an interesting voyage here. Now, Inquisitor Maligaro... we must have his soul. He has most certainly returned to his old haunt, yet his manifestations are like wisps on the wind: there one moment, gone the next. While I am familiar with the phantasmal trails and tributaries that filigree this reality, Maligaro's exact whereabouts eludes me. You should speak with these desperates who cling to this broken bridge, that young Templar scholar in particular. Their mundane knowledge must provide where my enlightened sapience cannot. — Inquisitor Maligaro
Our brutal construction nears completion and now only the wretched Doedre Darktongue remains. Unlike her compeers who, in undeath, have yearned for the familiar, Doedre appears drawn to the old wounds of calamity. The cataclysm took Sarn and left much that a parasite like Doedre might enjoy. I shall meet you in Sarn, where I hope you shall make swift and bloody work of that foul hag. — Maligaro
There was a time before the Beast, bathed in the shadows of lost memory, when men and women like you could ascend. Through rareness of quality and the adoration of their people, these few could reach out into the quickening mists of immortality and grasp the power of godhood. Mind you, transcendence is never easy. Like the pains of childbirth, it reeks of agony, tragedy and sacrifice. The sacrifice most often being of one's humanity. That is simply the way of it. Those of us who seek the immortal throne live long enough to see ourselves become truly monstrous. — The Origins of the Gods
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. — Ralakesh
Ralakesh, the illustrious "Master of a Million Faces". I call him the God of Hide and Seek. While other deities waged wars, spread their seed, and laid waste to whole empires, Ralakesh perched on his throne in a dark palace of ebony, choked with incense, blinded by obedience and deafened by a senseless cacophony of brass gongs. Thankfully, he never had the courage to peek over the high walls he'd built, else the world might have been in trouble. — The Master of a Million Faces
When you try to control everything, you ultimately control nothing. Ralakesh has never quite been able to grasp that concept. — Ralakesh
Into the most dreaded of thickets you must go, I'm afraid. For there, Gruthkul the Despairing sulks and schemes. The Vaal laid waste to her kingdom and placed her slaughtered children at her feet. Grief enveloped Gruthkul, transformed her, flooded her mind with a singular thought. To share her suffering with those who had murdered her daughters. Though she has returned, her sanity has not. There is no fury like a mother bereaved. — Gruthkul
I wonder if Gruthkul would still grieve for her children if she knew the truth. The Spinner of Shadows had no aspirations until Gruthkul's daughters plotted against her. They saw her power over the people, her miraculous potions, her intoxicating lusts. They feared Arakaali, thought she might threaten their legacy. Yet that's the curious thing about spiders. They only leave their web when you force them to. — The Mother of Despair
The tragedy is that our world, our kind, may turn something as pure and honourable as a mother's love into such a vicious weapon of wrath and butchery. I only hope that Gruthkul will find her children, happy in her arms, in the realms beyond. — Gruthkul
A temptress and a predator. Vaal legends say she crawled up from the blackest of pits during the creation of the world. No, her beginnings were far more mundane, a mortal harlot whose endless lust for loin and lecherous delight saw her transformed into the very image of her dark desires. 'The Spinner of Shadows' they once called her. She sees herself as a regular goddess of love, and has the romantically forged temple to prove it. That's where you'll find her. Yet there's little romance to the lady herself. At least, I doubt the corpses that now embrace her carapace would think so. — Arakaali
Answering the call of a royal invitation, I visited the Spinner of Shadows as an emissary for a small and fragile alliance of gods. Mostly weak deities huddling together in terror of being consumed by their greaters. At this time, Queen Arakaali ruled an empire, and so invited me to gaze upon her mighty works with appropriate wonder. If I'd looked past this pretense, I may have chanced to see her hidden desire to have me share her bed. For years I lay trapped in her webbed sheets. Some days she enjoyed my prowess, other days we enjoyed each other. Yet, this illusion of love and leisure simply veiled the morbid reality that I was not free to leave. I languished under her bewitching spell until the day the spider was betrayed by her own flies, and sealed within that temple of her own fevered making. — The Spinner of Shadows
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? — Arakaali
Doedre Darktongue is the insidious infection that threatens to make septic the great and terrible wound that is Sarn. However, any certainty that I had as to her exact whereabouts has been sundered by the sheer stench of her presence. We shall have to deduce her location from those who know the area best, these locals that cling to Sarn like hungry maggots. — Doedre Darktongue
Once more into the breach, and once more we return victorious. Although, I have to admit, I did not relish the sensation of imbibing that foul witch's soul. I felt decidedly... unclean. Still, our journey nears completion. To the north lies Highgate and the cessation of our efforts to extract the Dark Ember from my dearly departed Beast. And none too soon. Every hour Kitava's strength grows, and the longer he and the other gods dwell in this land, the less is humanity's chance of survival. — Doedre
In Izaro's grotesque little garden, you'll find an old friend of mine. The yawning maw that is Yugul... but a self-portrait of what that pathetic creature has come to believe about the nature of fear. Those who look upon him see their own fears reflected in his horrifying visage. — Reflection of Terror
Vaal scholars seemed compelled to answer all manner of strange and troubling questions. Yugul was one such scholar. Whilst plumbing the depths of humanity, he came to believe that there was no truer expression of humanity than pure terror. He would induce terror in children and then capture their reactions within eldritch mirrors, devices of his own creation that could petrify fear for extended study. Through his gallery of reflected terror, Yugul came to understand human nature so well that he was able to manipulate his way into the Vaal halls of leadership, and eventually grew so feared and renowned that he ascended into godhood. — Yugul
Yugul was a cautionary tale. The only way to truly understand fear is to become it. — Yugul
If we are to see the dawn of a new era for humankind, the sun must be taught to behave herself. Upon that mighty span between Sarn's left hand and its right, Solaris burns to consume every single moment of existence. Sparing no thought for life and its needs, she would see the world parched barren before she yields to reason. The sun must be allowed to set so that it may rise again as a blessing, not a curse. — The Eternal Sun
Self-loving Solaris. All the light in the world, yet blinded by her own pride. Not once did she pause to question the truth of her sister's betrayal. Instead, she gloated over her sister's transgressions, proclaiming herself greater and more honourable than Lunaris could ever be. I suppose one shouldn't be surprised when a sun deity takes the higher ground. — Solaris
We approach the zenith of our divine hunt, upon the bridge that chokes the great, wet throat of Sarn. Lunaris, in her cold fury, has forgotten that the warming sun of morning is as life-giving as the cooling damp of evening. The empire Lunaris dreams of shall be lit by moon and twinkling stars, and life itself shall wither away in the perpetual night. — The Eternal Moon
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. — Lunaris
Sun and Moon return to their rightful places, leaving our path now clear. Highgate lies ahead, Beast Slayer, and a debt that is long overdue. On this road, there are the goddesses of Maraketh to be reckoned with, and they will not take kindly to our endeavour. Regardless, I must enter the corpse of my beloved Beast and wrest our sliver of hope from the life you so blindly took. There is no prophecy nor portent, no epic nor allegory that can promise your survival in this great journey of ours. For despite your trappings, you remain most certainly, irrevocably, mortal. — Solaris and Lunaris
The Dark Ember remains nestled deep within the putrid flesh of my dead Beast. With many of Highgate's tunnels now collapsed, we must forge another way inside. I have divined one weak point in the Beast's flank, an ancient wound wrought by that Vaalish overreacher, Doryani. The wound was healed shut by a thick membrane but the right decoction should dissolve the tissue and allow us inside. Of course, for a cordial of such potency I shall require two ingredients of utmost rarity. First, our viscous concoction shall require Basilisk Acid, a princely poison which drips from the caustic heart of the Basilisk, and Trarthan Powder, an explosive substance oft used in the mining of Virtue gems. With these two bitter harvests, I shall brew something worthy of eroding the membrane of my decaying pet. — The Dark Ember
Now that I have both ingredients, I shall brew us a nice cup of what we need. There has never been a substance more corrosive than this, apart from my dear Garukhan's sarcastic wit. Let us meet soon at the blood pools surrounding the Lesion, and from there we shall burn ourselves a pathway into the Belly of the Beast. — The Dark Ember
Basilisk Acid drips from the hearts of those venomous monsters, though I cannot blame them for their disposition. They are tragic creatures. Theirs is a sorry tale more closely tied to my own than I care to dwell upon. Alas, the forging of my Dark Ember produced some rather unfortunate byproducts. But we shall not see any success if I am to dwell on those past errors. — Chimeric Acid
Within the ruins of Highgate Refinery you shall find it. Trarthan Powder, a slightly more unstable blend to the kind found within the celebratory rockets and illuminations of Trarthus, this devious mixture of crumbled chemistry was once used to blast holes through even the thickest mountainsides. It will ensure that our mixture has the brute force required. Though one should tread carefully within the refinery, for General Adus and his elite legionnaires sought refuge there during the first moments of Malachai's Cataclysm. If they remain, they will be creatures of darkest discipline. Strong men in health and life made even stronger in corruption and death. — Trarthan Powder
I weep for my poor Garukhan. Together we experienced the loftiest moments that this world could offer. Alas, it was my heavy heart that she could no longer bear. I knew her pride would one day be the storm that would ravage my precious humanity. In truth, it was for Garukhan that I sowed the Dark Ember within the depths of Highgate. When love cannot be slain, it must be laid down to sleep. — Queen of the Winds
A traveler on the winds, Garukhan pridefully plundered the sky for its secrets. To her mind, wisdom could be found in the eye of a hurricane. Please understand that Garukhan is not an evil being. She was once my friend and companion. Her beauty astonished me as her aspirations inspired me. Yet I must forgo my sentiments for the sake of humankind. Like winds erode the sandstone, Garukhan has been warped by the same powers she enslaved. This is not my goddess that you shall slay. And if I continue to say it, I might very well come to believe it. — Garukhan
You have done well, but our concoction requires both Acid and Powder. Return to me when you have collected the second partner in our corrosive duo. — _take_ingredient2_
And so my mistakes are put to rest and the mighty General has fallen. We honour them both with this brew... — _take_ingredient2_
Come, little spirit, quieten your rage, become one with this exile, be strength on their journey into the dark realms of this world... — Unlock Power
The Dark Ember remains nestled deep within the putrid flesh of my dead Beast. With many of Highgate's tunnels now collapsed, we must forge another way inside. Before us lies a weak point in the Beast's flank. It is an ancient wound wrought by that Vaalish overreacher, Doryani. The wound was healed shut by a thick membrane but the right decoction should dissolve the tissue and allow us inside. Of course, for a cordial of such potency I shall require two ingredients of utmost rarity. First, our viscous concoction shall require Basilisk Acid, a princely poison which drips from the caustic heart of the Basilisk, and Trarthan Powder, an explosive substance oft used in the mining of Virtue gems. With these two bitter harvests, I shall brew something worthy of eroding the membrane of my decaying pet. — The Beast
Here we stand, amidst the coagulating remnants of my creation... Funny isn't it? Once I placed my Beast on a pedestal as my pride and joy, yet now I send you to breach the hull of my pet's fouling black core. I have brewed for us a potion from the remnants of our harvesting hunt. I shall apply this fermentation to the weakened membrane and meet you within the black core where we shall further our agenda. — The Beast
Those souls we now harbor, as individuals, they cannot hope to provide the onslaught of power that birthing our Dark Ember will require. But together... together each soul shall shift and change, they shall be knit into one creature, filled with animosity. Our unholy union will excite the Beast, and bring forth our Dark Ember from its rotten womb. You should steel yourself, dear friend, for once the cork is plucked from the bottle, the whole world will change. — The Black Core
The Ember is a seed... the black core of the Beast's heart. It is the pure, undiluted essence of corruption. Everything my pet once was, all of its power, the stupefying effect it had on us gods, it all dwells within this Dark Ember. With this we shall lay Kitava to waste. The once starved god shall fill his gut and pass on into oblivion. Kitava will fall and the Ember shall disperse into nothing more than ash dancing across the cobbled rooftops of Oriath. — The Dark Ember
It was never meant to transpire this way... My Beast was born to be a thing of beauty. A crowning jewel to rest upon humanity's head. I... I wanted to give your kind a chance for peace, a chance to play atop the great stage. No longer pawns to a pantheon of petty, slavering gods... It was only ever defending itself, the fault lies within the twisted hearts of those who would betray their own humanity. Not even I could anticipate the cataclysms my pet wrought on Wraeclast. Both Vaal and Eternal. Ruins in the pages of history. And the others... trailing back across the aeons. There is blood on my hands, exile, the innocent blood of millions, and try as I might, the stains just won't wash off. — Cataclysm
It shames me to know the horrors wrought by our hands, here and now. Garukhan was... complicated, but she was also stubborn and never would have thought to change her ways. We have given her a sky burial; that is the best that we can do. Even in the old times, she was vain beyond comparison. It was her ambition that corrupted her, despite all my warning words. Well, look now, where ambition has gotten you, my love... — Garukhan
In the Maraketh desert, an Oasis lies to the east, its waters shielded from prying eyes by a preternatural storm. The sand will rip the very flesh from your bones, should you be so foolish as to enter into its dark shroud. Yet, enter you must. The goddess Shakari hides within that golden blizzard, festering with revenge as she resurrects and rebuilds her ancient army - an army that once threatened to shake the very balance of these lands. Should she be allowed to revitalise her troops, the whole of Maraketh will finally fall under the cruelty of her selfish reign. The storm is impenetrable for now, even to the likes of me, but there must be a way in. These Highgate locals, they have an affinity for the desert and harsh weather. One of them may know of a way to disperse the storm. — Shakari
A mother's keen heart shall bleed into the dreams of her daughter. Once a beauty who held captive the hearts of men and women alike, Shakari's splendour decayed into lust... for the power possessed by her skyborn mother. My daughter once sought out such power within the great sands of this desert. Ever determined, she found it, and it made of her the twisted creature you so mercifully dispatched. Driven by agony and shame, she built an army out here in these sweltering lands and would have conquered the very sky had not the Beast soothed her into peaceful oblivion. A babe once more sleeping in her cradle. — Shakari
It is not something I deign to speak of often, but this goddess, this creature, she was once the flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. I rose into the clouds and fell into the arms of their queen, the beautiful Garukhan. Now if you think that mortal marriages are difficult to navigate, try an immortal one. We parted ways, yet not before my young Queen of the Sands was born into this world of filth and horror. Now you see how I must suffer for the sake of humanity, to lay mine own daughter upon the sacrificial altar. — Queen of the Sands
Something doesn't seem right. Yes, it would appear our old friend Malachai has one final trick to play. A thaumaturgical wound to the hearts of my precious Beast. This complicates things, but not perhaps so much that there is nothing we can do. Exile, listen to me. I am about to release the souls of our unholy trinity from their decanter. Their anger will exude more power than you have experienced ever before. You must defeat them, one by one, to fuse their remnants into something volatile enough to coax the Dark Ember from its womb. Ready yourself. — The Dark Ember
The souls of these three continue to surprise us! Quickly now, the hearts have become doorways. Enter in, complete your mission, though I cannot say exactly what you will find on the other side. — Heart Portals
At last, our trio joins to become one foul spirit. Destroy that creature of darkness and let us be rid of this place! — United Trio
Sin: Innocence, you see now, don't you? Innocence: Little brother... Please, forgive me. It's as if I have been dreaming the most horrid nightmare... and now, at last, the haze of sleep lifts from my eyes. My vision is clear... oh, by the gods, forgive me... Sin: It is as true now as it was when we began. You and I are of the same flesh, cleaved from the same womb. You ask for my forgiveness. I give it to you freely. Innocence: But the things I've done... the countless millions I've murdered... Sin: There will be time for all of that later, but for now, your people need you. Oriath needs you... Innocence: ...No. I cannot remain here amongst these ruins. Amongst the corpses of my own making... These people, they need you, brother, and your hero - not me. Sin: Then what? Where will you go? What will you do? Innocence: Isolation. I shall go south. As far south as one can travel in such a fleshly form. There are things I must think on, a redemption I need plan, if my conscience decides I am worthy of such a gift. Sin: You would seek forgiveness in the ice at the bottom of the world? Innocence: I would, should you let me. Sin: Go. Seek out that which you need. Find who you are, make pilgrimage. Journey on your path, brother, only return to us one day. Innocence: Thank you, brother. — Sin
Lilly Roth is a noble... hm, how do you say it... scallywag? I have witnessed the rise and fall of many great men and women over the aeons, and Lilly is well on her way to being amongst the very best of them. I suspect one day her name shall be sung in salty taverns the world around. I must remember to keep on her good side now that she can see me. The beautiful pirate princess, hunting down the great god Sin would make for a fantastic tale, I'm sure, but one I would rather have remain in the pages of fiction. — Lilly
It is good to see that you survived my friend, but then, you have fared far worse - the froth of a violent ocean should be no problem for you! While we have been absent, Oriath has become a necropolis, aswarm with Kitava's wretched servants. The situation looks more dire than I had first anticipated. Before we make our move, we must know what we are dealing with. I send you, exile, as a scout, as the only scout that would stand a chance moving through the shifting forms of this nightmare. You must discover where Kitava resides, only then can we issue our final blow. — Welcome Back
Before we proceed, I feel I must confide something in you. Bannon wishes me not to speak of it, as he is willing for the sacrifice, however, I feel you should know... Once we invoke Innocence, once we dredge him up from his cocoon inside the soul of Bannon, the man shall cease to be. Only the god shall remain. Do you understand what I say, exile? If we take this path, Bannon will die... excruciatingly so - burnt with purity from the inside out. As I said, Bannon is willing to commit his life to this cause, but perhaps you should say your farewells before we move past the point of no return? — Bannon
Then it is as I feared. Kitava's strength has grown insurmountable in our absence, and his horns now deny us entry to his feeding trough. Evidently the hungry god has grown picky about what crumbs now travel towards his burgeoning throat... It is this strength that concerns me. I have spoken with our friend Bannon over there, a wilful vessel of my misguided brother. I knew eventually we would need to enlist my brother's services, though I had hoped we need not do so this soon, yet it seems that we have no other choice. We must invoke my dormant brother, slumbering within Bannon's frame. Kitava's horns are a thing of great corruption which only Innocence's purity can dispel. — Kitava
You needn't fret, the Dark Ember is still safely in my possession and will remain so until our final confrontation with Kitava. That carnivorous blasphemy will fall like a log cut from the darkest of forests, and we shall watch him burn as Oriath, and the rest of this world breathes a sigh of relief. — The Dark Ember
This is it. It all comes down to this moment to finally put an end to Kitava. Go exile, together we will save humankind! — Kitava
I shall strike you down! — SinKitavaFightIntro
May a new dawn arise! — SinKitavaDeath
It's over... We emerge victorious... It was always a fool's errand, yet somehow, your courage has carried us through. I congratulate you, my friend. Your world may have exiled you, but there will always be a place for you at my table. You have given humanity a fighting chance. Though darkness still covers the face of the earth, there is now a ray of light to pierce it. The insatiable appetite of Kitava has been ruined, and you, you are no exile! Why, you are a hero, worthy of praise. May your legend live on, into eternity. Come, let us return to the others, they will be needing as many hands as possible for cleaning up this city... — Kitava
Aside from my own presence, I no longer feel the vibrations of other gods. Though there may yet be more out there, for now, Wraeclast can breathe a sigh of relief. However, we must turn our sights to Kitava who still gorges himself on those poor souls trapped in Oriath. You have drunk your fill of my kind, the essence of deity courses through your veins, waiting to be expunged upon a chosen victim. We can only hope it will be strength enough to face that demoniac of a god. — The Gods
Innocence! — SinFinisher1_Innocence
You and only you, I shall save. — SinFinisher2_Innocence
Tukohama! — SinFinisher1_Tukohama
The soil wants for your blood no more. — SinFinisher2_Tukohama
Abberath! — SinFinisher1_Abberath
At last your thirst is quenched. — SinFinisher2_Abberath
Ryslatha! — SinFinisher1_Ryslatha
Release this land to the will of its true children. — SinFinisher2_Ryslatha
Tsoagoth! — SinFinisher1_BrineKing
Born of ocean's mire, in death washed clean of dark desire. — SinFinisher2_BrineKing
Ralakesh! — SinFinisher1_Ralakesh
Turn away the tyrant's face and kingdom end without a trace. — SinFinisher2_Ralakesh
Gruthkul! — SinFinisher1_Gruthkul
Thus I release you from motherhood's rage. — SinFinisher2_Gruthkul
Arakaali! — SinFinisher1_Arakaali
Death is the true climax of perverted lust. — SinFinisher2_Arakaali
Yugul! — SinFinisher1_Yugul
In death the mirrors are thus shattered. — SinFinisher2_Yugul
Solaris! Lunaris! — SinFinisher1_SolarisLunaris
Eclipse cold pride, flaming rage, and pass beyond this human age. — SinFinisher2_SolarisLunaris
Daughter! — SinFinisher1_Shakari
Rest, my child. Be free from the torments of immortality. — SinFinisher2_Shakari
My love... — SinFinisher1_Garukhan
You were too beautiful for this ugly world. I shall find you in the next. — SinFinisher2_Garukhan
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