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Vanja: You can gripe all you want lover, we can't stay here. Not with all this blood...

Petarus: Where do you expect us to go, Vanja? We have our whole lives here in Highgate.

Vanja: I don't know... west, perhaps? The Ezomyte lands. I don't care, just somewhere that has unpoisoned water...

Petarus: Oh, ah Beast Slayer!

Vanja: Good to see you again!

Petarus: Even if you have happened upon us in a rather unruly time...

Vanja: Shush now sweetie, there's no need to bother them with our woes.


Petarus: Oh, they don't know! I can see on your face, you haven't heard...

Vanja: It's Kira, she's gone mad!

Petarus: Absolutely bonkers.

Vanja: She's abducted Oyun...

Petarus: Stolen off with her into the desert. And, to make matters worse...

Vanja: ...The whole of Highgate is in a state of disarray. There's Beast blood in the water!

Petarus: ...Usurpers are eyeing up the throne...

Vanja: And the old gods have risen! If you want my advice, get out of Highgate...

Petarus: ...Or save us...

Vanja: ...While you still can.
Vanja: Oyun was my friend. To depart this world in the manner she did is...

Petarus: ...Barbaric. And without a protector for the tribe, we're sitting ducks here. Tasuni thinks he can rule, but he is seduced by all manner of dark things.

Vanja: There is no easy fix here. I'll be awake for many nights to come.

Petarus: I'll be right beside you, my love.

Vanja: Let's not fool ourselves love. You'll be sleeping.

Petarus: In any case, it'll be time to crown a new chieftainess soon.

Vanja: Or chieftain. Tasuni is next in the bloodline. Sure, he doesn't mind breaking a few rules, but at least he's no Dominus.

Petarus: I do hope you're joking, sweets! The Maraketh are a matriarchy! The men here aren't used to being in charge. Tasuni would ruin everything the Mother stands for.

Vanja: You would have them crown Irasha?

Petarus: She's strong, stable and traditional. I don't see why she shouldn't rule.

Vanja: Because, ironically, Tasuni has the one thing that Irasha lacks.

Petarus: What's that?

Vanja: Vision.


Petarus: Please, Vanja, don't say it.

Vanja: Say what? I told you so? Well, I never trusted Kira. Her need to control everything, no matter the cost, was never a trait I held much faith in.

Petarus: Yes, but ambition is not the problem. I have ambition, do you not...

Vanja: Of course I trust you, sweetie, but you're not about to go killing everything that moves in exchange for a bit of power now, are you?

Petarus: Well, I'd trade dreams of power for dreams of you, my sweets, any day!

Vanja: Oh Petarus...


Petarus: Irasha? Well, she's the best we've got. Strong, purposeful, an honourable warrior...

Vanja: I think the description you're failing to provide, love, is "stick in the mud".

Petarus: Stick in the mud?

Vanja: Yes. As stubborn and serious as they come.

Petarus: You just don't like her because she treats you differently.

Vanja: Irasha is a stuck-up elitist. She refuses to see me as a woman.

Petarus: Oh, sweets. You're more woman to me than all of them put together.
Petarus: Irasha holds the feather? Then Highgate has been saved. She may not be in the bloodline, but she holds fast to their traditions, and that's all that matters. Just think, Tasuni may have steered the tribe into dangerous and unknown territory.

Vanja: The beast you know is not always better than the one you don't, my love.

The Storm Blade

Petarus: You must've encountered men and women like us before...

Vanja: Relic hunters!

Petarus: ...Ahem, Collectors of rare antiquities. Anyway, Vanja and I are the best in the business.

Vanja: And we need your help locating a particularly rare item.

Petarus: Sweets, I was working them into it...

Vanja: It's an ancient sword, belonging to the Maraketh goddess Garukhan!

Petarus: The Storm Blade some call it. A weapon carved from crystal, capable of capturing even the most powerful of storms within its rigid edge.

Vanja: The goddess lost it, somewhere in the eastern desert during her ancient battle against the necromancer Saresh and his undead horde.

Petarus: ...According to our research.

Vanja: Find the blade for us, and we will make it worth your while.

Petarus: We'd do this ourselves, but what with the political unrest in Highgate as of late...

Vanja: We fear leaving, lest we find the gateways barred and ourselves without a home.
Vanja: You did it! They found it, Petarus, they found it!

Petarus: By the gods, Garukhan's famed Storm blade...

Vanja: Do you know what this means, my sweets? Once we find the right collector...

Petarus: ...we can go anywhere, have anything. We will be like royalty!

Vanja: But the storm inside is a problem. It's too volatile in its current state.

Petarus: You're right, we can't trade away a weapon of such apocalyptic nature.

Vanja: This will require some pondering, my love. In the meantime, thank you, exile. Take your pick of our stock.

The Old Gods

Petarus: I'll let Vanja take this one.

Vanja: Thank you, love. I trained in Oriath...

Petarus: As a witch! Imagine that!

Vanja: I thought I was telling this story, Petarus?

Petarus: Yes, sorry sweets.

Vanja: I learned all about the old gods. They were supposed to be our idols, beings of divinity that guided us through our mortal lives.

Petarus: But they aren't like that at all, are they love?

Vanja: Hardly. The gods're no better than we are! And nobody that is as bad as us should ever wield that much power!

Petarus: As bad as us? Speak for yourself. I'm positively delightful!

Vanja: Yes, yes, you're so sweet, they dipped you in a barrel of sugar as a babe. We know!


Vanja: Tasuni has the feather? Then Highgate is saved. It's about time they gave the men of the tribe a chance to prove themselves. Tasuni will usher in a new dawn for the Maraketh.

Petarus: For all our sakes, I hope you're right, sweets.

Vanja: Have you not got anything between those legs of yours, my dear? One would suppose that man would like another man to rule more than he would a woman.

Petarus: Well one would suppose wrong then. Tasuni may benefit me simply because I was born of the same sort as he, but it's the future of this fascinating tribe that worries me - he's reckless and flippant of their sacred traditions. I fear with him at the front of their dekhara, they will lose what makes them sacred. They will become like the bloody savages that wander the wastelands, or worse - a Blackguard!

Vanja: Being a Blackguard wasn't that bad, surely?

Petarus: ...never again.

The Beast

Petarus: What was that earthquake caused by? Some sort of death shudder from that volatile Beast? I've no thaumaturgical bone in my body, yet still I can sense the corruption seeping out of the cracks in that mountain. This can't be! Why would you disturb its rest?

Vanja: Hush now sweetie, the situation is more complex than you would first think.

Petarus: The Maraketh sat under the curse of the Beast for thousands of years, they had just gotten free, yet now you do... something... to bring the source of its darkness into our very presence? This is unconscionable, it's...

Vanja: ...the right choice. Would you rather a hostile reign of warring immortals? Our hero obviously has some kind of plan in mind. If this shift in the mountain can remove the gods from Wraeclast, then I for one am happy to be shook up a little.

Petarus: Well, whatever the case, at least we have each other.

Vanja: And we are strongest when we stand together.

The Maraketh Calendar

Petarus: Have you ever heard much of the Maraketh legends?

Vanja: A truly unique cosmology of strange creatures, pagan gods and powerful treasures.

Petarus: One such story talks of a magical stone dial...

Vanja: A Maraketh Calendar, said to detail important events in the future of our world.

Petarus: General Adus, a war hero of the Empire, reported in his diaries of discovering a dial meeting that description at a dig site somewhere in the Foothills.

Vanja: It appears the war hero had a secret penchant for archaeologies...

Petarus: But the cataclysm wiped the land clean, and buried the dig site in rocks and sand. No one has been able to locate it since, nor the stone dial.

Vanja: Seems that with everything that's been going on of late, knowing what's due to happen in the future, could be a fairly profitable ability...

Petarus: We know you would never have use for such a gift...

Vanja: It would remove all the enjoyment out of adventure for someone like you!

Petarus: Yet, In times such as these, us small folk could do well with a heads up if something particularly nasty were to occur. Besides, a relic like that should sit in a museum...

Vanja: ...Or our collection...

Petarus: ...Not be lost beneath the rubble where it benefits no one.

Vanja: If you were to track the Calendar down for us, we would pay you handsomely, exile.

Petarus: Yes, we are traders of antiquities after all.
Vanja: Ah, our relic hunter returns!

Petarus: You could make a regular go at this.

Vanja: How about it, hero? Leave behind your warmongering ways and work for us...

Petarus: ...No? Well, nevermind. In any case...

Vanja: Here's that reward we promised.

General Adus

Vanja: A noble Legionnaire...

Petarus: ...but a Legionnaire all the same.

Vanja: Petarus and I did our research on Adus.

Petarus: We needed to know as much about him and his dig site as possible...

Vanja: make sure he was worth our while.

Petarus: The General was an eternal commander of the Highgate Legion...

Vanja: He ran a mining camp up here in the mountains. The bastard was the one responsible for controlling Karui, Maraketh and Ezomyte slaves, forcing them into the black bowels of rock fissures in search of gems...

Petarus: ...At least he treated them fairly and as human beings.

Vanja: A slave is still a slave my sweets.

Petarus: For all his faults, the general appears to have been a good man for his time. It's a shame what happened to him... an even greater shame that by the sounds of things, he's come back.

Vanja: Yes, we'd advise steering clear of his old camp.

Bottled Storm

Petarus: Well, it took some time, but thanks to our Maraketh neighbors...

Vanja: ...and their ancient traditions...

Petarus: ...We managed a strain of thaumaturgy, to remove the storm from Garukhan's blade.

Vanja: We even bottled it for safekeeping.

Petarus: We'd rather not trust anyone with this sort of power, but perhaps you can use it to clear away that sandstorm in the desert?

Vanja: Find out what sort of nasties are hiding out there in the desert and put a stop to them!


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