If you find it, I'll make it worth your while. Death: A dish? You want me to bring you a dish? Karn: Yes, well, it has sentimental value. Not much to look at, but uh, it was my journeyman piece. I left an old metal platter in there with the image of two hammers scribed in the center. Aren't I doing enough already? Karn: Perhaps, though it seems to me you're doing right enough for yourself - our benefit being a fortunate side effect. if you're headed in there, you mind doing something for me?ĭeath: Yes I mind. Folks around town call me "Pup" or "Lad". Death: You look different than the others.Vulgrim: I merely followed the trail of carnage. Death: What do you know that I don't? I'm not here by choice, demon. Not to what lurks at the edge of shadows. what brings you crawling out of the shadows? Vulgrim: I wouldn't want to lose my most valuable customer. Eidard does his best to soothe our pain, but our souls yearn for only one comfort. But Corruption seethes at its heart, and destroys in days what we shaped over eons. Muria: We are the builders of this world. Your shadow has long hovered over this realm.ĭeath: Many know the Reaper, old one. Muria: We've been awaiting your arrival, Horseman.But, to awaken him requires a Maker's Key - and we need our Forge to craft one. Before the Forge was lost, we crafted a mighty creature of soul and stone. Alya: We are Makers, not warriors - but we are not without our weapons. Restore our forge, and the tree can be reached. You can no more leave this place than we. Death: Why does this concern me? Alya: The way to the tree is lost, barred by Corruption. But Corruption has taken them, and now our forge is silent. Both imbued our craft with incredible power. What is it? Alya: Aye, the Fire of the Mountain - The Stonefather's Blood - it once flowed into our forge as did the tears. Death: I came here seeking the tree, and your Elder speaks of fire. trinkets? Alya: And you - one of the four - now seek the aid of the makers? I guess we have all fallen from high places. But in its depths, we once crafted the Dark Towers of Hell and the Cities of Heaven. Tho' I reckon that means less now than once it did.ĭeath: This is a Maker's Forge? Alya: Nay. Alya: Maker's beard, the rumors are true! A Horseman in the Forge Lands! The name's Alya, and that's my brother, Valus.And now, they but hardly know the touch of stone. These hands have laid the foundations for many worlds. Death: And who are you to command a rider?Įidard: I am a maker.Help her, and she will help you reach the tree. But this Corruption can't be beaten with a blade. Your "chaos and corruption" don't concern me. Is that not what brought you here, pale rider? Death: I seek the tree. Soon the great tree too shall perish and, with it, the last of my people. Where is the Tree of Life? Eideard: Life? This world is dying, lad. Death: Old one-there's more trouble ahead if you don't start making sense. You are wounded.ĭeath: Don't touch me! Eideard: Your arrival here is a bad omen. Do you wish to join them? And what of War? Would you kill your brother to save your precious balance? Death: He is innocent. Crowfather: Here your brethren are trapped in eternal torment. Crowfather: You will not pass while I live. Crowfather: You annihilated their flesh, why do you guard their souls? Death: Open the portal. They cry to return! You must destroy it! Death: I. the voices, they curse and threaten without end. Death: In exchange for its secrets, you agreed to keep the Amulet. Crowfather: Not yet! That which you gave me. Crowfather: Bring mankind back from extinction? Madness! Death: If it's madness, then who better to show me the way? Crowfather: Should a way exist. to hide the truth! My secrets cannot prove his innocence, Horseman. Strip him of power, let him rot in oblivion. Crowfather: The Council will condemn War. Why should I care about your brother's fate? Death: Because you know the truth. He's been imprisoned by the Charred Council and awaits their judgment. I'm not here to put you out of your misery. Crowfather: I helped you once before, Horseman. torment without end.ĭeath: Keeper of Secrets, I need your help.
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