Why do the keen of mind seek to satiate their curiosity in darkness and depravity?
Innocence is our Father, Oriath is our Mother. When a daughter strays from the light, she makes herself an orphan. Learn well the lessons that Wraeclast will teach you, Witch. It is your only hope of finding your way home.
I know that stench. Just like my sisters... upon the pyre.
I'd rather burn than call such a place home.
The sirens appear to be dining well.
It's nice to see there's still some life in this twitching corpse of a continent.
The air stinks of thaumaturgy. I could learn a thing or two here.
When you build something like this, you make persecution a way of life.
I'd love to see the insides of this spell. I can't abide housework.
You either master Nightmare, or it masters you.
Remember, Dominus. What goes up, must come down.
That water just reeks of corruption. Let's see where it comes from.
How do I keep ending up in such lovely places?
Yes, little mountain. I'm pleased to see you too!
I think it likes me.
Don't be frightened little mountain. It'll all be over soon.
So this is what the inside of a Karui king's head looks like. I hope they're not all like this.
It's not every day you get to walk into a living, breathing nightmare.
It seems I've underestimated Piety. Good! I like surprises.
The dead will soon rise for me, not against me.
Had you been my creation, brute, you'd not have fallen so easily.
And that's how you die properly, sailor boy. No half-measures, thank you.
Poor fishwife! 'Twas love that did this to you.
This land has no time for avaricious little despots like you, Oak.
It's kind of disappointing, really. I usually like rats.
You missed a valuable lesson, Sister. Never let the power go to your head.
A pity. I think we could've been friends.
You wanted me burned back in Oriath, Gravicius. That wasn't very nice.
I loved your work, Piety. It was you I wasn't very fond of.
No-one will cry for you, Dominus. Not a soul.
Thaumaturgy just keeps getting the better of you, doesn't it Voll?
I'm sorry to have to break this to you, Daresso, but... she's not real.
Now that's what you get for losing your temper, Kaom.
I hate to be critical, but... I've seen better.
After Brutus, I'm glad I won't be seeing any more of your work.
Oh, Doedre. We witches have to have some standards.
Poor Malachai, you were so frightened of Death, weren't you. Now the two of you can get better acquainted. It's really not so bad once you get to know it.
The very sand shivers with malice. There's a power here that welcomes me.
What? I'm free? You did this? Well, anything is better than being stuck in that. His mindless thirst fell far short of My desires, simple though they are. But now there's you: so vital, so defiant... So take Me. This dying world is but kindling, yet its unquickened blood may boil once again...and I've waited so long for a real bath.
Poor sailor boy. Doomed to go wherever the winds blow him.
There are so many more trapped spirits in this place. I can feel them.
I hope he doesn't listen, Piety. That'll make it even more fun!
And I thought I'd be a deadwoman by now.
To learn is to live.
I think this Wraeclast will serve.
Fate smiles with sharp teeth.
I barely recognise myself.
The very land learns to heed my demands.
I no longer need fear. Destiny has seen to that.
When I'm ready and not before.
When I'm ready and not before.
I need more mana.
Too. Much. Clutter.
Ah, satisfying indeed.
Life is short. Deal with it.
Oops! Clumsy me.
I like you better this way.
Life is too precious to waste on you.
I've not the muscle for that.
I'm perplexed about that one.
I'll need to be more lithe for that.
This item whispers of destiny.
That would just make life complicated.
Sad creatures in dark corners... seems they've been sad for a very long time.
A moment to catch my breath.
Life is fleeting!
Sarn, the city that gave birth to an empire. Oh, you have so much to answer for.