Scourge stuff not up until patch drops, the torrent deliberately does not have that data.
|Introduction||Come no closer, unless you wish to experience what my vials contain firsthand. I am Tane, a freedman, and I plan to stay that way.|
Trust is not given freely, Exile. It must be earned, and you have not earned mine yet. But I do have something to give you. An opportunity.
|Pound of Flesh||What makes you, you, or me, me? Some say it is the soul, an intangible something that exists before we are born and carries on after death. But I have seen souls that walk the land here and show nothing that distinguishes them from the rats and the rhoas. |
It is something else. Something no man has discovered. A whisper. A flickering flame that burns through every inch of our being until it is extinguished. But what if we can capture it before it burns away? Bottle it up? Save it, and perhaps, even give it a new wick through which to burn once more?
You will find no shortage of ferocious beings near here. Kill them, cut from their flesh a sample, and bring the samples to me. We will discover the essence of being.
|Pound of Flesh||These samples you've salvaged, though gruesome, hide within them countless secrets. Flesh and blood and bone and sinew, all but a veil, a mask that hides what truly drives us. I speak of the Intrinsic Darkness. The base desires and instincts that we all fight, yet rarely defeat. This Darkness hides within us, waiting for a moment of weakness -- a moment when it can take control. A cruel and invisible slave driver.|
But we can coax it out...
My master called it Sinner's Water. A concoction he spent much of his life perfecting. He would give it to his children and scribble notes as they beat me. In truth, I do not believe his concoction worked any more than his elixir of immortality, but that did not soften their blows.
His formula was wrong, but his idea was sound. My formula works, as you will see.
Please, drop the samples in the jar, and ready your weapons. You are about to witness the darkness that drives us.
|Pound of Flesh||Do you see now what we face, Oriathan? That was what slept within the creatures just near here. What darkness sleeps within me? Or within you? And if we can draw out that darkness, might we then be able to draw out that which makes us... us?|
Think on this, when we next meet, we shall begin to seek the answer.
|Creating a Metamorph||I've readied another darkness isolation trial. All we need are the samples. Separate them from the bodies they're attached to and we can begin.|
|Creating a Metamorph||You have the samples? Then please, place them in the jar and steel yourself. If the inoculation fails, the darkness will manifest quickly and violently.|
|Creating a Metamorph||Slow progress is still progress. Do not lose sight of what we work towards.|
|TaneOctaviusGenericMissionFailure||Do not blame yourself, my friend. Our foe is far stronger and more ancient than you could possibly conceive. There will be more opportunities to face it.|
|Tane's Master||In Oriath I served a man named Lucan Octavius; a wealthy alchemist of high-status. I call him my master, for I was both his apprentice and his slave. Lucan's work required handling extremely dangerous, often very hot, materials. Not the sort of thing becoming of a man of stature. So it came to be that a slave like myself learned the nuances of the alchemical arts firsthand.|
As for Lucan, he was... not the man he portrayed himself to be. He was more dangerous, more explosive, and more unstable than any material I had to handle. In public, he was fatherly and genial. In his home, he was violent and lustful.
I do not regret what happened to him; only the part I played.
|Alchemy||My master called Alchemy the science of turning learned men to fools. Every half-wit with an alembic would try to turn lead to gold, or formulate an elixir of eternal youth, and Master Lucan was no different. But men like him rarely saw the magic in alchemy up close -- the sudden bubbling of a liquid, the heat growing in your hands, the vibrant colours and foul odours. Much knowledge is lost at a safe distance.|
In truth, the power of Alchemy is not in turning one thing into another, or creating miracles. It is in isolating and extracting. It is about finding purity within the confusion.
|Exile||How many innocent men and women can you think of who were exiled? We are here because we are violent, because we broke the laws of the land. |
I killed my master. I do not regret that he is dead, only that it was by my hand. My master was a sick man, with dark proclivities. A sickness of the mind that no alchemy could hope to cure. And he passed that sickness onto me.
I was never violent until that day. Until that day, I could not fathom how one man could take the life of another. But Lucan drew out of me an anger I did not know I was capable of experiencing. It overcame me. Forced me out of my own body. And by the time I was in control again, my master was dead.
That anger, that darkness is still in me, Exile. And that is why we are here.
|Goals||The task I have given you is dangerous. To face the cruelty that dwells in the living, distilled and manifested, is not a task I wish upon anyone. Yet it is what I have asked of you. So you may be asking yourself, for what purpose do I seek to isolate this darkness?|
I once thought it was a symptom of the corruption that pervades Wraeclast, but now, now I believe it to be something more primeval and universal. An element of our very beings hitherto unknown. To better understand it is to better understand life as a whole. Is that not enough?
Very well. There is more to this story, but it may take some time.
|Vision||To conjure a creature of darkness we use the flesh of the dead. We destroy that flesh, and draw out the ill-will that inhabits it, giving it form. My hope is that, one day, we may do the reverse -- destroy the darkness while leaving the flesh unharmed. |
To that end, I've acquired a rare ichor -- there's no other like it in this world. The very essence of a human; for all intents and purposes, its soul. This individual was cruel beyond measure, or so I've heard, though not incapable of kindness. This ichor is robust enough that it might be injected into an entity of equally cruel temperament, and may be given new life.
Now, imagine if we could then destroy the darkness. Could this cruel soul be purified? Could it be brought back, not only from the dead, but from the precipice of damnation?
That is my true goal.
|Tane's Laboratory||Welcome, Exile. This manor, and the contents within it, once belonged to Master Lucan. It was here, in this laboratory, that he met his fate, and I met mine.|
It seems that in the wake of Kitava's rise, the rest of his family fared no better. Forgive me if I do not grieve for the family's fate. Our relationship was... complicated.
If there is a silver lining to be found from Kitava's destruction of Oriath, it is that with access to this lab, we may be somewhat more ambitious with our tests.
|Greater Samples||Though there is much left to discover from the dwellers of Wraeclast and Oriath, I wish to test my hypothesis that the darkness is not simply a property of where we live. |
I've heard rumour that there may be a way to experience... other places. I am no expert in such matters, but if you plan on such a journey, I would ask that you continue to seek out suitable samples. And if you find some which possess the darkness in great quantities, well all the better.
Without this lab, I'd be wary about releasing such entities into the wild. Here, they can be contained, if not controlled.
|Greater Samples||I could hardly be happier with the samples you've found. For both our safety and the safety of those around us, we must perform this extraction here, in the lab. When you are ready, add the samples.|
|TaneOctaviusLabFightTwo||This time, my friend, we must add one extra sample -- one I have been saving for just such an occasion.|
|Greater Samples||Your victory was a great relief. I must admit, I had my moments of doubt. Unfortunately, the pathetic pool of fluid on the ground, all that remains, is the sample I added, and it appears unaffected. I will get it cleaned up, and we can try again with different samples.|
|TaneOctaviusWildGreeting1||Approach with caution!|
|TaneOctaviusWildGreeting3||Tread lightly, Exile!|
|TaneOctaviusGreeting3||Peace to you.|
|TaneOctaviusFarewells3||May the darkness spare you.|
|Catalysts||In alchemy, some changes are almost instantaneous, while others require patience. It probably comes as no surprise that a profession that pursues such fantastical goals as alchemy does not attract the most patient of people. Thus, the discovery of the catalyst -- an additive which accelerates the transformation without influencing it. |
You might find such an additive useful for seeking out, for example, specific latent properties in certain materials. The sort of thing that could normally take many years.
|Piety||My master was no stranger to the machinations of the Templar elite like her. I feel a sort of kinship with her. We both gave up our names, though she did so voluntarily. We both sought to make something of ourselves. Where our kinship ends is how she made her name known. I can appreciate the desire for knowledge but, I can never condone the methods used to acquire it.|
If it is true that, in her dying moment, she sought to redeem herself, it casts an interesting light on our exploration of the darkness. Perhaps it is our very mortality that drives us to do good, to suppress the primal urges... Our actions outlive us, after all.
|TaneOctaviusIzaro||So the mad emperor continues to stomp around in his Labyrinth, a speaking dead man inside a grand machine. Did he happen to release any sort of liquid essence when you smashed his body? No? hmm. A shame. For a moment, I was certain -|
No. It is no matter. I do not believe we want his kind of immortality...
|Tukohama||Though I know little of my natural heritage, I know enough to understand the implications of your victory against the Karui God of War. Did his long slumber weaken him, or have the gods been greatly exaggerated through the evolution of myths? In either case, this undoubtedly means we will find no divine help against the intrinsic darkness. They are not the keepers of mankind many believed them to be.|
|Navali||Keep your distance from her, exile. One horrible night, my master flew into a great wrath and beat me to the precipice of death itself. For a moment, I envisioned myself walking through strange grey halls.|
She was there, watching me, unblinking, a herald for something far greater...
She was there. She spoke. She said that joining the Halls of the Dead was not my fate that night, but that we would meet again. These are the faded memories of a terrified and traumatized child, perhaps no more than a foolish nightmare, but I cannot stop myself from shivering when she turns her purple eyes my way... because I can tell that she recognises me.
|TaneOnEnoughParts1||That should be enough. Come, let us see what you have gathered.|
|TaneOnEnoughParts2||That will do, Exile.|
|TaneOnEnoughParts3||Those samples will do just fine.|
|TaneOnEnoughParts4||That last sample should allow us to proceed, if you're ready.|
|TaneOnAllParts1||These samples are only of use to us while they are still fresh, and you're not going to find any better ones here.|
|TaneOnAllParts2||Don't let your efforts go to waste. Let's use the samples you've collected before they spoil.|
|TaneOnAllParts3||I believe you've gathered all the samples we're likely to find here. Make sure we don't let them go to waste.|
|TaneOnAreaTransition1||Those samples will not last long. Perhaps you should use them before you leave.|
|TaneOnAreaTransition2||The samples we use must be fresh. Let's use what you've gathered before they spoil.|
|TaneOnAreaTransition3||Consider using those samples before you journey onwards, Exile.|
|TaneLeftAloneLab1||...and that's just the beginning. I'll never tire of watching them slaughter you. I hope you can feel every cut. Every burn. I hope it haunts every moment of your pathetic existence.|
|TaneLeftAloneLab2||...it kills you to see me free, doesn't it? It kills you to know you have no power over me any more. I'm in control of both of our destinies.|
|TaneLeftAloneLab3||...and what's left of your legacy? Nothing but a few stains on the floor. All your work was for nothing, and I couldn't be happier about it.|
|TaneLeftAloneLab4||...you hear me old man? I'm never going to let you rest. Never.|
|TaneWhenInterrupted1||Welcome, my friend!|
|TaneWhenInterrupted2||There you are. Come!|
|TaneWhenInterrupted3||Come in! Please... Please come in.|
|TaneWhenInterrupted4||Ah, Exile. Welcome.|
|Oriath||Oriath is uninhabitable. Got what was coming to it, if you ask me. Do I feel for the dead? Of course. I am no monster. But sorrow and spite can coexist. Luckily for us, we do not need to live in Oriath, only work, and my underground laboratory is virtually unscathed.|