Sin
Humanoid
cant possess this [1]
cant touch this [1]
SpectreN
Tagscaster, 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
Level
68
Life
6,433
Armour
28,790
Evasion
4,739
Energy Shield
0
Damage
374
Spell Damage
374
Accuracy
0
Attack Time
1.995
Experience
10,255
Ailment Threshold
6,433
Chill
20
Shock
20
Brittle
115
Scorch
20
Sap
56
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 = { }, },
    },
}
cant possess this [1]
IdTormentCantPossessThis
FamilyCantPossessThis
DomainsMonster (3)
GenerationTypeTorment (7)
Req. level1
Stats
  • cant possess this Min: 1 Max: 1 Global
  • cant touch this [1]
    IdTormentCantTouchThis
    FamilyCantTouchThis
    DomainsMonster (3)
    GenerationTypeTorment (7)
    Req. level1
    Stats
  • cant touch this Min: 1 Max: 1 Global
  • Sin Topic /270
    NPCName
    TasuniYes, 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.
    LaniA 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.
    SinSin: 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.
    DiviniaYou 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!
    DiviniaAfter 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 TrekDo not let them step on your feet. Keep them at bay.
    Weight of SinIll will is the greatest of burdens.
    Assassin's HasteA quick step can advance great plans.
    SingularityIn time, all becomes nothing.
    We just expedite the process.
    Sin's RebirthAnd from the ashes he rose, like a black cloud.
    The Sin of one became the Sin of many.
    DisintegratorBlurred is the boundary
    between creator and destroyer.
    Sinvicta's MettleWar is a thriving infection.
    It numbs the heart and eats away at the soul
    until only emptiness remains.
    Aul's UprisingIt 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 EaterA secret few among the Templars grant absolution by bearing the guilt of others.
    MisinformationThe 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 SinInnocence rose to godhood not on inspired faith,
    but on the vilification and hatred of another.
    Eye of ChayulaNever 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 TormentThe 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.
    BlackgleamMolten 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 ClaspA single lightning strike fells a man.
    A single knife stroke fells an empire.
    Death's HarpThe 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 BoundShe 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 TrialFor 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
    LimbsplitSwinging through the air, it sings
    of sundered, severed, missing things.
    WideswingBargg Wurmkin once severed the heads
    of seven men in a single cleave.
    Mark of the Doubting KnightNothing 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 GrowthFew living things survived the cleansing flames.
    Those that did thrived...
    And changed...
    Callinellus MalleusTo 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 FireLioneye'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 CommandFear not death. Turn to him, face him.
    And smile as he sinks his teeth
    into the throats of our oppressors.
    GlitterdiscIzaro's insistence on using lava
    resulted in some surprising material discoveries.
    The Sorrow of the DivineAs 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 GambitThe Karui boats were closing the gap,
    but Shavronne had laid for them one final trap.
    ScaevaEven 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 FleshA single step forward
    Snap free from the prison
    Reborn into freedom eternal
    Ewar's MirageA single breeze blows
    A hundred blades dance
    Kitava's ThirstTukohama, 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 ScourgeWith increasing mastery over death
    comes an increasing desire for it.
    The Formless FlameOur 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 HeartHis is our heart.
    To its beat we all are driven.

    {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Xoph}
    TulbornWe 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 HalcyonWe wait, still as the dead,
    to join the great avalanche.

    {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Tul}
    The Infinite PursuitWe move to be closer to her, but the distance yet grows.

    {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Uul-Netol}
    The PandemoniusA single moment sets in motion an eternal fall,
    beneath which all are buried.
    Voice of the StormWhen she of many mouths spoke,
    we bowed in awe and were crushed.

    {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Esh}
    Xoph's InceptionUpon the red pyre we are born.

    {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Xoph}
    Hand of Thought and MotionShe carries us and nurtures us
    until we must feed upon each other.

    {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Esh}
    The Snowblind GraceWe 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 MirrorShe 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 KissWe feel the Mother's love
    and beg to return to her womb.

    {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Uul-Netol}
    The AnticipationWe 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 SleepHis lucky thralls dream eternal,
    but we must crawl on our own.

    {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Chayula}
    Skin of the LoyalWe 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 DreamWe 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 DreamWe 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 DreamWe 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 InnocenceYou have been found guilty.
    Let the fires cleanse you of your sins.
    Prospero's VaultThe pirates of Pondium know that full pockets have a tendency to sink.
    Yoke of SufferingLet 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.
    GreedtrapA single taste leaves you wanting more.
    Saqawal's WindsWhen 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 CallSing with me one last duet,
    the curtain closes nigh.
    Join me in a quiet song,
    Before we all must die.
    Putembo's MountainHe 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 MeadowThe 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 VapoursIn 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 MechanismMidnight 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 ValveA single act of anger travels countless paths of destruction.
    The SaviourOn 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 DesireExpand one single ambition to crystal clarity... and beyond.
    The FledglingThe single well-placed arrow that changes the world
    must be preceded by ten thousand practice shots.
    Ashes of the StarsA single facet contains the wisdom
    of countless disintegrated worlds.
    Forbidden FlameThe minds of those studied utterly by the Cleansing Fire
    continue to think and dream and beg for silence...
    The Gluttonous TideTo 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 InfernoGripping 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 InnocenceYou have been found guilty.
    Let the fires cleanse you of your sins.
    Royale Hand of Thought and MotionShe carries us and nurtures us
    until we must feed upon each other.

    {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Esh}
    Royale The FledglingThe single well-placed arrow that changes the world
    must be preceded by ten thousand practice shots.
    Royale Callinellus MalleusTo neither ebb nor flow,
    but weather the rising tide,
    outlast, unshifting and unshifted,
    until the waters recede and we stand together.
    Royale Maloney's MechanismMidnight 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 PursuitWe move to be closer to her, but the distance yet grows.

    {This item can be transformed with a Blessing of Uul-Netol}
    Royale The ScourgeWith increasing mastery over death
    comes an increasing desire for it.
    The Balance of TerrorFellshrine stood as a holy bastion opposite the
    Chamber of Sins, and all that it represented.
    For one to rise, the other must fall.
    The RedbladeIts 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 AdornedAt 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 TrialFor 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 MapLife means as little as a passing
    moment of entertainment.
    Let them rot.
    Iceberg MapIcy fangs seek tender hulls
    to sink themselves into.
    Orb of Fusing
    Tainted Blessing
    Singular Delirium Orb
    Blessing of Xoph
    Blessing of Tul
    Blessing of Esh
    Blessing of Uul-Netol
    Blessing of Chayula
    Sin Wings
    Sin Cloak
    Sin Helmet
    Sin Boots
    Sin Gloves
    Sin Body Armour
    Sin Talon Helmet Attachment
    Sin Character Effect
    Sin Weapon Effect
    Sin Sword
    Sin Longsword
    Sin Footprints Effect
    Sin Leap Slam Effect
    Sin Herald Effect
    Sin Portal Effect
    Sin and Innocence Wings
    Sin and Innocence Cloak
    Sin and Innocence Helmet
    Sin and Innocence Boots
    Sin and Innocence Gloves
    Sin and Innocence Body Armour
    Sin and Innocence Helmet Attachment
    Sin and Innocence Footprints Effect
    Sin and Innocence Portal Effect
    Sin and Innocence Sword
    Sin and Innocence Longsword
    Assassin Halo Helmet Attachment
    Assassin Seer Helmet Attachment
    Assassin Portrait Frame
    Assassin Cloak
    Assassin Hood
    Assassin Helmet
    Assassin Body Armour
    Assassin Gloves
    Assassin Boots
    Assassin Weapon Effect
    Assassin Apparition Effect
    Sin Shield
    Sin and Innocence Shield
    Hasina Whirling Blades Effect
    Hasina Blade Vortex Effect
    Sin Sword Pet
    Sin and Innocence Sword Pet
    Sin Cherub Pet
    Daughter of Sin
    Daughter of Sin Premium Pet
    Daughter of Sin Premium Expired Pet
    Hasina Pet
    Hasina Premium Pet
    Hasina Premium Expired Pet
    Stabilising Sceptre
    Assassin Bow
    Ursine Pelt
    Sinner Tricorne
    Assassin's Garb
    Assassin's Boots
    Sinistral Gloves
    Assassin's Mitts
    Assassin's Mark
    Blessing Font
    Dressing Table
    Ornate Basin
    Temple Basin
    Sin Symbol
    Sin Cathedral
    Assassin's Daggers
    Rising Smoke
    Assassin's FavourBy the time their eyes meet,
    the dark deal has long since been made,
    and his fate long since sealed.
    Blessing of GodWhen the darkness weighs upon you, grow light from within.
    Succor of the SinlessBlessed is the blood of the beholden disciple. The earth is anointed by his step. The damnable are sanctified by his strike.
    The Blessing of MooshWhile the Labyrinth traps have claimed countless adventurers, they were not designed with felines in mind.
    Chasing RiskA 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
    Sin and Innocence Mystery Box
    Hasina Pouch Mystery Box
    Captured Soul of Tahsin, WarmakerTukohama 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...
    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."
    Tainted Orb of Fusing
    Spring Daughter of Sin Pet Convert to Normal Scroll
    Spring Daughter of Sin Pet Convert to Special Scroll
    Spring Daughter of Sin Pet Convert Styles and Upgrade Scroll
    Spring Hasina Pet Convert to Normal Scroll
    Spring Hasina Pet Convert to Special Scroll
    Spring Hasina Pet Convert Styles and Upgrade Scroll
    Daughter of Sin Spring Premium Pet
    Daughter of Sin Spring Premium Expired Pet
    Hasina Spring Premium Pet
    Hasina Spring Premium Expired Pet
    Singular Scouting Report
    Divine Blessing Support
    Coursing River
    Coursing Lava
    Coursing Blood
    Coursing Celestial River
    Coursing Azurite
    Eternal Blessing Support
    Ethereal Fusing Effect
    Sin's Coin Purse
    Guardian's Blessing Support
    Sandwraith Assassin Helmet
    Sandwraith Assassin Gloves
    Sandwraith Assassin Body Armour
    Sandwraith Assassin Cloak
    Sandwraith Assassin Character Effect I
    Sandwraith Assassin Character Effect II
    Sandwraith Assassin Character Effect III
    Sandwraith Assassin Portrait Frame
    Rising Grand Entrance Hideout Decoration
    Ursine Charm
    Assassin's Gift{What matters are
    the Marks of your life,
    not its Longevity.}
    Roseus GlyphIts 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 TalismanWith 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 TalismanWe 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 KeyMinds are not the only thing
    the Cleansing Fire keeps eternal...
    Atziri's ArsenalIn the prison of all sins, will you grasp godhood or sorrow? Only hope lies under the shadows.
    The InnocentHis 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 JusticeMany sought the Goddess' blessing. Few survived the Labyrinth to receive it.
    The CravingWhat was once a passing thought tickling the back of the mind is now a desperate, driving desire.
    The Greatest IntentionsChasing 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 HookEvery 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 TruceWith 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 Blood ProgenitorThough 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 Preethi, Eye-Pecker"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..."
    Polished Sulphite ScarabFor harnessing and controlling the power of lightning, you, Raethan,
    are now charged with researching this new energy.
    Polished Torment ScarabYour tortured soul long kept you isolated from your peers, Tsarsk, but has attracted
    new kindred in kind. You are tasked with appeasing these anguished spirits.
    Winged Torment ScarabWithout a speaker of the dead, the countless anguished spirits only grow in number.
    They have no voice, and no hope. The sun darkens with each passing year.
    Polished Blight ScarabFor using the techniques of your homeland to contain
    the fungal plague, honoured Dhunan, you shall lead the war
    to eliminate it and end the century-cycle of infestation.
    Winged Abyss ScarabThe Abyssals creep forth by night and by storm. Their eons underground were not
    a respite, but an amassing, and now they number beyond comprehension.
    Vault KeySome 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 SplinterPrecious and perilous,
    Tantalising and terrible.
    WorkshopThe constant din drowns many a sin.
    Crimson DanceMy blade sings so sweetly, your body cannot help but weep.
    Cosmic WoundsA single act of love and defiance may cascade destruction across the cosmos.
    Arbitrary TenetsThey are unforgivable sinners and fools...
    We pray each Sacrato. They pray each Kaso.
    They are absolutely mad!
    Endless TideYou fight on, muscles burning, limbs leaden,
    hoping for that singular moment of victory that
    might finally bring relief... but it never comes.
    All HandsThe enemy is at the gates. Every single soldier we have may still not be enough...
    Supreme DecadenceYou may find that having is less pleasing a thing than wanting.
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    Name
    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
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    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.
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    And so my mistakes are put to rest and the mighty General has fallen. We honour them both with this brew...
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    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!
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    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!
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    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!
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    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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