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[S01] SilkIntroduction
You and me... we are the same. We dream big. We find new places. We do not tell stories. Stories are told about us!

I learn the words, the ways of Oriath. You listen to me and not pig heads like Greust. Then you will live to find more new places.
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[S03] SilkOnEramir
Many exiles come this way. Eramir is not like them. Not like you.

He is an old man with many stories. He teaches us words that you can understand. He teaches we Azmeri to be strong, not in our arms and legs like Greust. Strong in our heads.
[S04] SilkOnYeena
I like Yeena. She thinks bigger than this place. She knows there is more to life than hunting and growing morcha. There is Spirit.
[S05] SilkOnGreust
Greust is the big man in the tribe. All do what Greust says... but his spear goes limp when faced with the Eight-Legs.
[S06] SilkOnWhiteBeast
Her fur, her skin, it remind me of biting winter. I see her one night, follow her to a cave in the Old Fields, to the east. Listened to her howl at the stars. A sad, sad sound. Great white beast, she full of old pain.
[S07] SilkOnWhiteBeastDead
Great White beast is dead? Then make a tale, a song to sing, of the mighty exile and their teacher, Silk the Wise. Many will be impressed, yes?
[S09] SilkOnHelena
I like this new Oriathan woman. She has new stories, not like Eramir who only speak of that which is dead and dust. Yes, I have many questions for this Helena.
[S10] SilkOnRoad
The road? It runs east and west of here. To the west it passes the bandit woman's camp, then turns south, to the sea.

But you say it is now blocked? I have seen a strange thing in the rock by the south pass. Like one of Greust's carvings, but of stone. You should go look at it. What has been closed might be opened again.
[S11] SilkOnOpenRoad
The pass to the sea is open? You are a legend that lives, exile!
[S13] SilkOnSpike
I have story for you. A good story...but not finished. I go into eight-leg forest in south-west...meet the mother of all eight-legs. We fight, big fight, from sunrise to sunset. I stick my best spear in mother's eye and return to village. Must not stay away too long. Must protect my people.

Now my best spear still in mother's eye! Eramir said to leave it there, that my spear is a thing made for 'dark science', whatever that be. No, I want it back, but Mother Eight-leg would smell me from far off. Catch me by surprise. She doesn't know your smell, so you go. Get my spear. Finish good story with good ending.
[S14] SilkSpikeReward
That spear... yes, that is my best spear, the one I stuck in eye of old Mother Eight-leg. I think you keep it now. Let the beasts and bandits fear you even more. It is my gift to you. From one hero to another.

Wait... no, you need more than just spear and happy words for this great deed. You kill mother of all eight legs! You need prize. Here, when I found my spear in the forest, I found these too. You will take, yes?
[S16] SilkOnDarkness
What has happened? Did the world not rise from its sleep? How do we wake it up? Please... what should we do?!
[S17] SilkOnLight
I knew this strangeness would pass. Silk does not run from such things. I stand, I guard when others shiver and shake.

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[SA7_02] SilkBlackDeathQuest
We have woven a tale together in days past. Perhaps we shall again? We make mighty stories, you and I, and now I have daunting task before me...the last in my great journey.

Near to us, cast in shadow, a monster awaits. Black Death is his name, a beauteous eight-leg, twisted grotesque by the master of these loathsome halls. I wish to give this eight-leg the merciful peace he deserves, and to save what is still beautiful, the elixir that only Black Death can make.

Please, will you find him, kill this Black Death, take the eight-leg's venom for me? I may be fearsome warrior but Black Death's master has made him into a thing more monstrous than even I can best. Who knows? Perhaps Black Death is too strong even for you?
[SA7_03] SilkOnBlackDeath
I have climbed the great eight-leg web. I know the eight-legs like no other. This eight-leg, this Black Death, is one of the oldest and most fearsome eight-legs in all this land and beyond. To its shame, it was made pet, plaything, by the malicious master of this place. For years countless it grew in pain. Pain is all it knows, all it can understand, all it can give.

End Black Death's pain, for all and once.
[SA7_04] SilkOnJourney
My great journey led me to places of great power beyond even your stories, Great Dreamer. I am carried on legs and webs and shadows, that is all you can know for now.
[SA7_05] SilkBlackDeathReward
The Black Venom! Oh, Great Dreamer who has done great deeds, I shall see to it that my queen rewards you with honour and mercy when she rises up to claim what is hers. Yes, this elixir, so aged and potent, shall be life-giving draught that she sips upon first waking. It is my gift to her...my wedding gift!

Great Dreamer, you be wrapped in silken finery and made welcome at our wedding feast. Guest of honour, and oh what a feast we all shall enjoy!

Audio/Dialogue/NPC/Silk3D

[SA7_01] SilkIntro
Hello to you, Great Dreamer!
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[SA7_07] SilkPreBoss
My bride has arrived, exile! I hope you brought a wedding gift!

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[SA7_09] SilkArakaaliGlyph
Your soft whispers beneath earth tingle my skin, like breath of lover against my loins. I sleep not. I hear your name inside my skull. Arakaali. No name tasted so sweet on my tongue.

Stories I have heard, tales of cursed beauty. Visage of woman, jewel that walks the streets in final days of a great empire. Heard tell you sought victims, but I know truth. You sought man to love you, to break spell. You hoped true love might allow you to shed eight-leg body, to become goddess of love once more.

I pledge myself to you, my lady of Vaal. I promise love, for I am that man you have waited on. Corrupt corpse-lovers claim to worship you, call you Spinner of Shadows, but you have spun only shadows of desire about my heart.

Sweet Arakaali, I have found your altar. I will speak the call. I will return you to beauty. I will raise you from black pits of despair and together we shall rule Wraeclast in glory... forever.