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[Catarina_Fix01] CatarinaMissionKillReturn
My sculpture complains that it is thirsty, and yet the usual fare seems not to satiate it! However, I believe I have a solution.

Find a pack of living creatures, slaughter them, raise them, and bring them back here. Be selective though, as these creatures must be absolutely fecund with corruption.

Thankfully, they will be easy to spot. The most corrupted usually are.
[Catarina_01] CatarinaWildAttention
Come to me, exile. Let us speak of death and desire.
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[Catarina_03] MissionInt0GiveQuest
Life will lose its way in the darkness to come. This land must take its final rest, so that it can rise once again in undying perfection.

I honour the darkness with my Art, to prove that I am worthy of a place in its dream-made reality. To the blind of sight and numb of touch, my sculpture may seem complete.

Far from it. Like a raw and chewy steak, it requires marinating. And not with any mundane cooking concoction. My sculpture must be steeped in the delectable juices of deathly corruption. Only then will it be palatable to my undying patron.

Today, you and I shall devote ourselves to the pursuit of Art. There is no greater cause.
[Catarina_04] CatarinaMissionGeneric
Death and corruption dance together, marking the sands of time with their steps.

Today their duet is a wild, unfathomable thing. Their footprints leave me no clue as to where they start or where they will finish.

But something is happening, I promise you that. Walk the paths of the dead and you'll find whatever you're supposed to find.
[Catarina_05] CatarinaMissionReturn1
Go find me a corpse that has been infused with corruption. Raise it up and lead it back here, so that my sculpture might consume its necrotic essence.

A single cadaver should be enough... as long as it's a juicy one.
[Catarina_06] CatarinaMissionReturn2
Go find me some befouled corpses, raise them up, and lead them back here so that my sculpture might sup of their necrotic essence.

It's very thirsty today!
[Catarina_07] CatarinaMissionKillDestroy
The necrotic juices are growing thin around here, exile, and my sculpture is suffering for it. Time to mix the pot.

Out there you'll find a huddle of corpses, voracious things that have been sucking up all the corruption they can get their greedy maws on. Destroying them will release that pent up darkness back into land, where it can do what it's supposed to be doing... corrupting.
[Catarina_08] CatarinaMissionFeed1
My sculpture complains that it is thirsty, and yet the usual fare seems not to satiate it! However, I believe I have a solution.

Take this cadaver hunting with you. It is an empty vessel, which you shall fill with the death-throw expulsions of those you kill. Simply ensure that this cadaver is close by when you commit the mortal blow.

I've designed it to hold quite a bit of necrotic essence, so don't feel that you need to skimp on the slaughter.
[Catarina_09] CatarinaMissionFeed2
My sculpture complains that it is thirsty, and yet the usual fare seems not to satiate it! However, I believe I have a solution.

Take these cadavers hunting with you. They are empty vessels that you shall fill with the death-throw expulsions of those you kill. Simply ensure that at least one of these minions are close by when you commit a mortal blow.

I've designed them to hold quite a bit of necrotic essence, so don't feel that you need to skimp on the slaughter.
[Catarina_10] CatarinaMissionEscort1
I'm gathering a little necrotic sustenance, and could do with a helping hand.

Take this lovely cadaver for a stroll to my sculpture. It's nearby. Once there, lay the corpse down to rest, so that my sculpture might sup of its essence.

Oh, you might find it a little resistant to taking a nap. Don't take 'no' for an answer.
[Catarina_11] CatarinaMissionEscort2
I'm gathering a little necrotic sustenance, and could do with a helping hand.

Take these lovely cadavers for a stroll back to my sculpture. It's nearby. Once there, lay the corpses down to rest so that my sculpture might sup of their essence.

Oh, you might find them a little resistant to taking a nap. Don't take 'no' for an answer.
[Catarina_12] MissionInt0GiveReward
Really? You've completed my errand, exile?

Forgive my surprise, but I'm simply not used to reliability from the living. The dead are loyal beyond question, but the living? They have their own needs and... lusts, fears and fancies. Easily distracted, they are.

I compliment you on your powers of concentration, exile, and should you note my presence in the Forest Encampment, do engage me in discourse. I am sure I can make use of that keen focus of yours again.
[Catarina_13] MissionInt0Failed
Never send a 'breather' to do a dead man's job.

Oh well. Life is full of second chances... death even more so. Speak with me the next time our paths cross out here in the wilderness, assuming my disappointment in you has abated by then.
[Catarina_14] MissionInt1Failed1
Life can be such a disappointment.

Come and see me at the Forest Encampment. 'Live and learn', as someone rather stupid once said.
[Catarina_15] MissionInt1Failed2
Life can be such a disappointment.

Come and see me at the Forest Encampment. 'Live and learn', as someone rather stupid once said.
[Catarina_16] MissionInt1Failed3
Life is one big mistake to you, isn't it exile?

Meet me in the Forest Encampment. I'm sure I can think of more mistakes that you can commit.
[Catarina_17] MissionInt1TooLate
I've no cadavers worthy of your attention at the moment, exile.

Should you note my presence in the Forest Encampment, do engage me in discourse. I am sure we'll have something interesting to talk about by then.
[Catarina_18] MissionInt0TooLate
I've no cadavers worthy of your attention at the moment, exile.
[Catarina_19] CatarinaTownFirst
At the risk of sounding maudlin, Life has held only disappointment for me. But Death, well, we seem to understand each other.

And so Death is the patron of my Art. I have learned much from her in the grave and quiet lands. The crafting of wand and dagger, stave and focus. Tools of Nightmare that I will strive to perfect with time and experience, and that I am willing to share with you... for a price.

Seek me in the wild lands, exile. The darkness is coming, and we of like mind need to prepare.
[Catarina_20] MissionInt1GiveQuest
There you are, exile. I was beginning to wonder if Death had claimed you for herself.

Mind you, if she had, I could put that fine physique of yours to good use. It would be my pleasure to honour you so.

But that can wait. There's Art to be pursued!
[Catarina_21] MissionInt1GiveReward
I shall allow the living world of Wraeclast but one concession. It generates the most glorious carcasses.

Thank you, exile. Look for me in the Forest Encampment, for I am sure Death will soon offer more opportunities to further our Art. She's nothing if not reliable.
[Catarina_22] CatarinaWildUpTo2
There are those that name us 'grave robber'. They do not understand the fundamental truth.

A body is never owned. A body is merely borrowed. You can no more claim ownership of the flesh than attempt to claim the air that you breathe with such sad desperation.

But the grave itself? That is a different matter entirely. Speak to me in the Forest Encampment. An intriguing design is fermenting within my head.
[Catarina_23a] MissionInt2GiveQuest1
It's another busy day in the land of the dead, exile.
[Catarina_23b] MissionInt2GiveQuest2
There shall be no rest for the wicked, exile.
[Catarina_23c] MissionInt2GiveQuest3
The Art of Death is by far the most demanding!
[Catarina_23d] MissionInt2GiveQuest4
Oh good, you're not dead. I've something in mind only a breather can achieve, you see.
[Catarina_24] MissionInt2GiveReward
Death appears to like you, breather. And if Death likes you, I like you!
[Catarina_25] CatarinaWildUpTo3
Our place in the darkness becomes more secure with every pound of flesh we procure, every juicy infusion my masterpiece receives.

Yet I believe it is time that we doubled our efforts. Unlike oblivious life that struggles pointlessly on, the darkness is closing with purpose.

When next we meet in the Forest Encampment, we shall discuss how we might better prepare... for the End.
[Catarina_26a] MissionInt3GiveReward1
Life is wasted on the living.
[Catarina_26b] MissionInt3GiveReward2
We do this in the name of Art.
[Catarina_26c] MissionInt3GiveReward3
Perfectly lovely work... for a breather.
[Catarina_26d] MissionInt3GiveReward4
The dead are the rightful heirs of Wraeclast.
[Catarina_27] CatarinaWildLevelUp
When next you come to the Forest Encampment, remind me to show you my latest dabblings in thaumaturgical instrumentation.

I'm rather proud of this latest batch.
[Catarina_28a] MissionInt2Rewarded1
Patience, exile. Death will provide, in time.
[Catarina_28b] MissionInt2Rewarded2
The finest Art may only be created with the finest materials.
[Catarina_28c] MissionInt2Rewarded3
The passing of hours matters only to the living.
[Catarina_28d] MissionInt2Rewarded4
You cannot hasten perfection, exile.
[Catarina_28e] MissionInt2Rewarded5
Alas, none of our fruit is quite ripe for the picking.
[Catarina_29] CatarinaUpTo2
You! I was beginning to worry that you'd forgotten to breathe. But there you are, in and out, in and out, like a good little Lifer.

And that reminds me. I've a few tools on hand that might help you sustain that... breathing habit of yours. Care to take a look?
[Catarina_30] CatarinaUpTo2Hideout
The dead have taken quite an interest in you, breather. They whisper to me of your exploits.

Apparently, you have found a place of peace in which to rest. Whilst I continue to bear the curse of Life, I, too, could benefit from such a place.

What do you think? Could my Art and I avail ourselves of your hospitality for a time?
[Catarina_31] CatarinaUpTo3
Dead or alive, in the crypt or the hut, inspiration must reside.

The dead have spoken to me of a suitable resting place. Somewhere in which to conceal and nurture our Art until it is ready.

The place is ours for the taking, should we only wish it.
[Catarina_32] CatarinaUpTo3Hideout
Dead or alive, in the crypt or the hut, inspiration must reside.

Though not in that dull hole you seem bizarrely intent on occupying at the moment. It reeks of mundanity... and don't get me started on your choice of company!

Yes, as luck would have it, the dead have spoken to me of a much more suitable resting place. Somewhere in which to properly conceal and nurture our Art until it is ready.

It is yours for the taking, should you wish it so.
[Catarina_33] CatarinaCreateHideout
We'll make an artist out of you yet, exile!
[Catarina_34] CatarinaHideoutDemo
Look at it this way. Taken at face value, there is little to recommend the rotting cadaver. It's all a matter of recognising potential.
[Catarina_35] CatarinaHideoutDemoSelected
It always surprises me when a 'breather' displays wisdom worthy of the deathless.

Perhaps there are others out there with similar faculties. Others who might come to see Wraeclast as we will, through eyes suitably shrouded.
[Catarina_36] CatarinaHideoutGiveCraft
At this table I forge, sharpen, and balance the tools I need to complete my great Work. That we need in order to best serve our Art.

Do you know what the single greatest virtue of the dead is?

Patience.

Should you too display this virtue then I might be inclined to share both craft and table with you.
[Catarina_37] CatarinaHideoutOnCrafting
As my Art flourishes, so does my Craft.

For every draught of corruption that my sculpture imbibes, I too receive a little splash, enough to enable me to forge ever more exquisite tools of the thaumaturgical trade. Tools with which we shall prevail in the dark days to come.
[Catarina_38] CatarinaUpTo4
To simply kill is an utter waste of potential. It's like unlocking a door and then refusing to open it!

You, I am happy to say, are one of the enlightened few who actually knows how to turn a door handle.
[Catarina_39] CatarinaUpTo6
As appalling as this may seem, there are few who truly appreciate my Art.

You are an exception, and when the darkness comes, it is the exceptions that will become the norm.
[Catarina_40] CatarinaUpTo5
Though we grow together as artists, I look about us and find myself asking, 'Is this place truly worthy of our Art?'

If our aim is to impress the darkness, to persuade it away from sweeping us aside, we need to consider our context!

A corpse in a grave is just a body in a hole. If our Art is the corpse, then what is this place?
[Catarina_41] CatarinaUpTo7
The Dead have come to respect you. The Living, to fear you.

Yet there is still so much to be done if we two are going to be wholly and truly embraced by the darkness to come.

Such is the nature of our Art. Eternally hungry, yet eternally grateful.
[Catarina_42] CatarinaUpTo8
You, my friend, are one of those rare entities that transcends both breath and body, death and decay.

Your Art, in its own way, has come to eclipse even mine. I am humbled in your presence, and shall follow you into Undeath without qualm or question.

You know, when they first sent me to Wraeclast, I thought myself the one to stand proudly at the fore as the darkness eclipsed this land.

I was wrong. That one is you.

We should continue to prepare, to build and craft our Art, for the End draws close. You'll put in a good word with Nightmare for me when He gets here, won't you?
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[Catarina_44] CatarinaDaily1
My Art requires sustenance, exile. A steady stream of corruption. Be sure to keep that stream flowing!
[Catarina_45] CatarinaDaily2
Every effort shall be noted when the darkness falls. The Work shall speak for itself.
[Catarina_46] CatarinaOnVorici
Mortality is Vorici's business. I keep a close eye on that assassin's doings, for he produces only the finest corpses.
[Catarina_47] CatarinaOnTora
Tora produces only carcasses, not cadavers. I am an artist! I can't paint with only one colour.
[Catarina_48] CatarinaOnZana
Zana has walked and recorded paths through the darkness itself. I'd walk those paths too, if she'd let me.
[Catarina_49] CatarinaOnVagan
Vagan has honed his physique to perfection, but one of these days his mouth is going to get the rest of his lovely body killed.

I look forward to that day.
[Catarina_50] CatarinaOnElreon
Elreon is obsessed with a dream of life after death. The afterlife isn't a dream. It''s just like life. You work with it as best you can.
[Catarina_51] CatarinaOnHaku
The Karui molly-coddle their dead as a precious mother fusses over her children. Haku is no different.
[Catarina_52] CatarinaOnRaisingTheDead
Given time and suitable conditions, the dead walk of their own volition in Wraeclast.

Why? The Cataclysm remains. In soil and stone, water and air. Look closely, and you will see its dark hues, its corrupted radiance.

Yet the seeing is the difficult part. It's why we look through the gems. Our petty, living eyes are blind yet these eternal stones? They will show us everything.
[Catarina_53] CatarinaOnZombiesAndSkeletons
The recent dead are utterly mindless. They remain addicted to life, their hunger for it overcoming every other faculty.

On the contrary, the ancient dead gradually recover some residue of their former intelligence. Yet both are mere echoes of the true power that is the darkness to come.

When flesh and bone, sense and spirit are saturated with darkness... only then can true and pure Undeath be experienced.
[Catarina_54] CatarinaOnTheDarkness
I do not speak literally of the absence of sun. I speak of a darkness that is home to all that have lived.

We were born in darkness. We return to darkness. The warm sable of the womb. The cool pitch of the grave. It is in darkness that creation itself resides. Ideas entwining in the recesses of the skull. Lovers entwining in the night.

The darkness that comes is the Death of stagnation, and the birth of creativity.
[Catarina_55] CatarinaOnTheNightmare
The darkness is not a mindless thing like the sea or the air. It is a creature that obeys neither life nor death. A truly undying being. A Nightmare.

I have listened carefully to the dry whispers of the ancient dead. It was the Nightmare that reached out across this land and twisted the Eternal Empire out of existence. It was the Nightmare that brought the same... reimagining... to the Vaal.

The darkness and the cataclysm, one and the same. The dead tells me that this time, the nightmare won't be satisfied with Wraeclast. This time, the nightmare wants everything.