Faerdin -> RE: Faerdin's Fount of Facepalm (1/26/2014 16:42:58)
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Location: ? Level/Quests/Items Required: ? Objective: Gelevren has evaded your questions long enough. After him! Objective completed: Nothing is certain anymore. Scaled Yes/No: Yes Monsters (7) ManaHunter (6) Manahuntress (3) Primeval Earth (3) Primeval Water (3) Primeval Wind (3) Primeval Fire (1) Gelevren the Nightingale - Boss (1) Shade of Malakh - Boss NPCs Faerdin Gelevren the Nightingale Kara SuLema Lord Malakh Rewards ? Dialogue Kara SuLema: So you lost not only Mel and Carat, but your dragon as well? Kara SuLema: This all sounds rather dire... But we are not through yet. <Character>: Do you think we may be able to regroup and strike back? Kara SuLema: Nay. That is precisely what Espina Rosa's guards believe will happen. Kara SuLema: Rest for a moment. I will call you when we have formulated a plan. Quest! The Hero is wandering Sulen'Eska late at night. There is a new moon; only stars are lighting the sky. When the character has reached the edge of the encampment, they close their eyes. <Character>: <Dragon_Name>... How could I have let this happen? <Character>: They should have taken me instead. A pair of eyes- one azure, one gold- flash amidst the shadows of the surrounding forest. <Character>: ... I swear, when I find you, things will be different. <Character>: I won't leave you out of my sight. <Character>: And you'll only get Her-O's from now on! Gelevren the Nightingale: <Character>. <Character>: AGH! You didn't see that! I wasn't crying! <Character>: I just got... uh... glass in my eyes! Evil glass! Gelevren the Nightingale: Certainly, old friend. Gelevren the Nightingale: You say that you lost <Dragon_Name>? <Character>: Yes... Yes, I did. Kara is going to- Gelevren the Nightingale: You are working with the Vind? <Character>: You ask as though there's something wrong with that. Gelevren the Nightingale: A great deal is wrong nowadays... Gelevren the Nightingale: All is no longer what it seems. All had once been so much simpler. Gelevren the Nightingale: Ah, well. In any case, I hope you find <Dragon_Name> well. Dragons gentle in egg and adolescence alike do not come so easily. <Character>: Just who are you, anyway? Gelevren the Nightingale: I beg your pardon. <Character>: You could sense the power in my dragon, sent us to that forsaken castle to get attacked by Sepulchure's wayward flunkies... <Character>: ... And now you seem to be implying that you knew my dragon before it hatched. <Character>: I'm not playing the buffoon anymore. There's something here you're not telling me. Gelevren the Nightingale: Ah... Then you are cast well, fellow actor. Gelevren the Nightingale: But I am afraid the manager has given us five. Gelevren bows, then takes off into the woods. <Character>: No! You're not running away this time! <Character>: Get back here! The Hero finds Gelevren clutching the detached skull of a skeleton not too far away. A familiar, curved blade is buried between its ribs. Gelevren the Nightingale: Alas, poor Malakh... I knew him, hero. <Character>: End of the line, Gel. You said I deserved answers. <Character>: I have no problem taking them from you. Gelevren the Nightingale: All the answers lie here, old friend. A symbol on the back of Gelevren's hand flashes white as a spirit rises from the skull, wearing the attire of a high-ranking Paladin. Lord Malakh: By the right of our good King Alteon, these backstabbers shall not take my life so easily! Lord Malakh: Light, come to my aid in my hour of need! Fight Gelevren and Shade of Malakh Gelevren's mask falls to the floor, one of its supporting strings severed by the ferocity of the fight. On his face- running up his cheek and through his golden eye- is a mottled, blackened scar. Much of the man before the Hero flickers and fades like an illusion, leaving someone with azure hair and pointed ears. His eyes are the same color as they had been before, and he still bears his scar, but he is now wearing plated armor inscribed with magical runes along its edges. A longsword is sheathed at his waist. <Character>: Gel...? ???: I cannot use that name any longer. The curtain has fallen on Gelevren. ???: You are owed the truth, as you said... I am called Rune Knight, He Who Stands Between, half-elf... ???: ... But I prefer to be called Faerdin. <Character>: This just opened a new can of worms... <Character>: But right now, I'm more concerned about what you think of Kara. Faerdin: The man whose echo you just fought is the long-missing Lord Malakh. He was a loyal subject of King Alteon and unwitting defender of The Rose. Faerdin: Do you recognize the blade buried in his body? The Hero looks to the sword. They recall a member of the Fairy Court having used a similar weapon. <Character>: I... They killed him? Faerdin: Welcome to the world of war, old friend. Faerdin: A world of no sin and no virtue... Only life, death, and everything inbetween. Faerdin reaches into a bush and pulls out a helm. As he places it upon his head, his face is obscured save for his glowing eyes. Faerdin: There are muffins, though. So there is that. Who are you? Faerdin: I am Faerdin Eilrua. But I am also many things. Faerdin: There has been some overlap between my essence and that of the Elemental Planes since the Shattering... Faerdin: When the Elemental Orbs were destroyed, that is. Faerdin: Everything... Everything has been wrong since that day. Where have you been? Faerdin: During these last five years, I was imprisoned by The Rose. Faerdin: They convinced me at one point to fight for them... It did not take me long to see through them. Faerdin: But who cannot be seen through? That is the more troubling question. Rune Knight? Faerdin: What does define one of my kind? There have been so many interpretations... Faerdin: My order, the Hand of the Avatars, originally served as protectors of the elements, much the same as DragonLords and Guardians. Faerdin: I, however, believe we hold an even higher calling. <Character>: But you are a knight. Who are you pledged to serve? Faerdin: Myself. <Character>: Ha. Faerdin: And through myself, everyone. Hand of the Avatars? Faerdin: They were an order of people like me... But they exist no more. Faerdin: I... I am the last of my kind. Faerdin: The cursed fiend Sepulchure slaughtered them all. Faerdin: That villain... He is the reason I have this blasted scar! Faerdin: ... Oh, that is an old tale I am too tired to tell. My dragon? Faerdin: Ah, poor <Dragon_Name>. It goes without saying that we must save them. <Character>: But how did you know them beyond the Prophecy and meeting them five years ago? Faerdin: Sepulchure nearly had the Black Dragon Box long ago. But Aurauris and I managed to foil him together. Faerdin: We returned the egg to the Temple of the Four Winds... It was a spectacular journey. What now? Faerdin: What indeed. Complete Quest Loot Shop
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