DrukhariThe symbols on their armour are different, indicating that these two belong to two different Kabals. If their venomous glares and thin smiles are anything to go by, they are ready to go for each other's throats at any moment.
YOU"What is this place?"
Envoy of the Poisonous Whisper"The outer halls of the Spire of the Reaving Tempest. The esteemed Kabal invited us to indulge in a small celebration. The Poisonous Whisper came as their desired allies. As for the Wounded Skies... I have no clue why one would invite them."
Envoy of the Wounded Skies"That's enough out of you. This habit of talking to pets is ridiculous. It is time we toyed with him/her instead: the old plaything is nearly spent and its pain has grown stale."
YOU"What is this place?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"And who is your 'old plaything'?"
Envoy of the Wounded SkiesThe xenos casually points at the writhing figure. "This knowledge is far beyond you, but I see no harm in humouring a soon-to-be corpse. This one is an exquisite delight: a Farseer. Nothing can compare to their heightened psychic emanations. Most delectable."
YOU"What is this place?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"And who is your 'old plaything'?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Address Ulfar in a silken voice] "Even if you are being manipulated wherever you go, is slaying xenos truly such a terrible fate? An eternity of killing them, one after another, and another, and another..."
UlfarUlfar lets out a ferocious roar and his eyes become bloodshot. Spraying spittle like a raging beast, he bellows mournfully, "I don't want your eternity! How can I claim the glory of a warrior's death if I am forever to trudge through honourless battles, to know of no taste but that of the putrid blood of inhumans spilt at their own behest?"
UlfarUlfar throws back his head and lets out a terrifying howl filled with longing and the cold promise of a swift yet painful demise. The sound of it leaves no doubt in one's heart that bloodshed is now inevitable.
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YOU"Die, xenos! Both of you!"
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UlfarUlfar throws back his head and lets out a terrifying howl filled with longing and the cold promise of a swift yet painful demise. The sound of it leaves no doubt in one's heart that bloodshed is now inevitable.
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Achilleas the WrackAchilleas lets out a raging guttural cry. Pistons sink into his flesh with a hiss, injecting it with a dose of alchemical rage. The smell of imminent bloodshed sends the monster created for carnage into a frenzy.
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YOU[Smile] "So, which one of you is worthy of getting the first taste of my pain and which one will have to settle for scraps?"
YOU[Make an imperious gesture] "Now, to the purpose of my visit. The Reaving Tempest has decided that the Kabal that survives the celebration will be allowed to become their ally. One Kabal. Not two."
YOU"I do not wish to ruin your celebration with bloodshed, nor do I have any interest in you. Let us part in peace."
Envoy of the Poisonous Whisper"You are most entertaining, mon-keigh. How can bloodshed ruin a celebration?"
Envoy of the Wounded Skies"Step aside, Poisonous Whisper! I will have the first meal!"
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Marazhai"A Farseer... Yremeryss had the temerity to bring a Farseer to Commorragh, only to feed it to some scum from the Dark City's gutters?"
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YOU[Address Ulfar in a silken voice] "Even if you are being manipulated wherever you go, is slaying xenos truly such a terrible fate? An eternity of killing them, one after another, and another, and another..."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Die, xenos! Both of you!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Smile] "So, which one of you is worthy of getting the first taste of my pain and which one will have to settle for scraps?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Make an imperious gesture] "Now, to the purpose of my visit. The Reaving Tempest has decided that the Kabal that survives the celebration will be allowed to become their ally. One Kabal. Not two."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I do not wish to ruin your celebration with bloodshed, nor do I have any interest in you. Let us part in peace."continues where this line first appears above
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Ulfar"Words, words, poisoned words everywhere!" Ulfar bares his teeth and his expression darkens. "I am so sick of you puny inhumans who know not of honest battle, steeped in the mire of your own intrigue. You have dragged me into that same mire with you. Is this proud warrior destined to wander your wretched lair forevermore, slaying xenos for other xenos' amusement?" His voice changes, taking on guttural notes and sounding far from human. There is no sign of jovial rage left — only a grim thirst for blood.
Envoy of the Wounded Skies"Ooh, I like this one. I want to cut the tendons in his every limb and watch him burn in the fires of his powerless frenzy."
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DrukhariYou can sense the despair and the blind rage boiling inside Ulfar's chest. They are trying to gnaw their way out and you know the exact words that will drive them down the shortest path. This knowledge delights you.
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YOU"And who is your 'old plaything'?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Address Ulfar in a silken voice] "Even if you are being manipulated wherever you go, is slaying xenos truly such a terrible fate? An eternity of killing them, one after another, and another, and another..."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Die, xenos! Both of you!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Smile] "So, which one of you is worthy of getting the first taste of my pain and which one will have to settle for scraps?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Make an imperious gesture] "Now, to the purpose of my visit. The Reaving Tempest has decided that the Kabal that survives the celebration will be allowed to become their ally. One Kabal. Not two."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I do not wish to ruin your celebration with bloodshed, nor do I have any interest in you. Let us part in peace."continues where this line first appears above
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Envoy of the Poisonous WhisperThe red-haired xenos licks her lips. "There is enough suffering in you to satisfy everyone. All it takes is the right approach."
Envoy of the Wounded Skies"The Kabal of the Poisonous Whisper may be feeble and few in number but inflicting pain is a talent you possess. I will allow you to make the first cut."
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Envoy of the Wounded Skies"You belong to the Wounded Skies. I will help you remember the name by burning it into your eyeballs."
Envoy of the Poisonous Whisper"The Wounded Skies are always so hasty and so eager to rush ahead, they fail to notice the daggers being shoved into their backs by more worthy aspirants who are offended by their witlessness." The red-haired xenos gracefully places a hand on her weapon and the male Drukhari mirrors her gesture.
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Marazhai"I see you have not wasted your time in the Dark City, and you have properly studied our... way of thinking." Smirking contentedly, Marazhai places his hands on his blade grips.
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UlfarUlfar throws back his head and lets out a terrifying howl filled with longing and the cold promise of a swift yet painful demise. The sound of it leaves no doubt in one's heart that bloodshed is now inevitable.
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Achilleas the WrackAchilleas lets out a raging guttural cry. Pistons sink into his flesh with a hiss, injecting it with a dose of alchemical rage. The smell of imminent bloodshed sends the monster created for carnage into a frenzy.
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Envoy of the Poisonous Whisper"A mon-keigh serving as a messenger of the Reaving Tempest? Preposterous!"
Envoy of the Wounded Skies"It would be an outrageous stunt... An extravagant one... But not impossible. Whether or not the mon-keigh lies, the Wounded Skies desire to ally themselves with the Reaving Tempest. And achieving it will be easier if the Poisonous Whisper dies here!" The two xenos simultaneously go for their weapons.
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Envoy of the Wounded Skies"It fascinates me how pathetic and transparent the intrigue of their lesser kind can be. However, I have grown weary of this one's tales. I wish to taste his/her anguish."
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DrukhariIt is hard to tell whether these two xenos are trading insults out of genuine enmity or merely as a result of their foul temperament so typical of inhumans.
YOU"What is this place?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"And who is your 'old plaything'?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Address Ulfar in a silken voice] "Even if you are being manipulated wherever you go, is slaying xenos truly such a terrible fate? An eternity of killing them, one after another, and another, and another..."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Die, xenos! Both of you!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Smile] "So, which one of you is worthy of getting the first taste of my pain and which one will have to settle for scraps?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Make an imperious gesture] "Now, to the purpose of my visit. The Reaving Tempest has decided that the Kabal that survives the celebration will be allowed to become their ally. One Kabal. Not two."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I do not wish to ruin your celebration with bloodshed, nor do I have any interest in you. Let us part in peace."continues where this line first appears above
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Envoy of the Poisonous WhisperThe elegant red-haired xenos takes a sip of her wine-like liquid and gives you an appraising and somewhat surprised look, then smiles and says to the xenos standing next to her, "What's this? New playthings, no doubt. And here I thought the Reaving Tempest was intending to offer up your paltry Kabal for our entertainment."
Envoy of the Wounded SkiesThe tattoo-covered Drukhari she is addressing, who is absent-mindedly sticking serrated needles into his own gums, scoffs in response. "The Poisonous Whisper should learn to live up to their name. Lest the Kabal of the Wounded Skies live up to theirs and make you bleed upon the Dark City, you sharp-tongued pest."
YOU"Ulfar, I wish to speak to them before you... do what you intend to do."
Ulfar"I've had enough talking with xenos. Their words are thick with lies. Once you let them touch your ears, you become a puppet pulled by their strings! We will put them all to death in a whirling bloodstorm — that will be a deed to honour the Allfather!"
YOU"What is this place?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"And who is your 'old plaything'?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Address Ulfar in a silken voice] "Even if you are being manipulated wherever you go, is slaying xenos truly such a terrible fate? An eternity of killing them, one after another, and another, and another..."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Die, xenos! Both of you!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Smile] "So, which one of you is worthy of getting the first taste of my pain and which one will have to settle for scraps?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Make an imperious gesture] "Now, to the purpose of my visit. The Reaving Tempest has decided that the Kabal that survives the celebration will be allowed to become their ally. One Kabal. Not two."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I do not wish to ruin your celebration with bloodshed, nor do I have any interest in you. Let us part in peace."continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Study the two xenos]
YOU"Do either of you know what I am doing here?"
Envoy of the Poisonous Whisper"I will give you no explanation, mon-keigh. Perhaps you have angered fate and the gods for them to have pushed you to such a miserable end."
YOU"What is this place?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"And who is your 'old plaything'?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Address Ulfar in a silken voice] "Even if you are being manipulated wherever you go, is slaying xenos truly such a terrible fate? An eternity of killing them, one after another, and another, and another..."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Die, xenos! Both of you!"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Smile] "So, which one of you is worthy of getting the first taste of my pain and which one will have to settle for scraps?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Make an imperious gesture] "Now, to the purpose of my visit. The Reaving Tempest has decided that the Kabal that survives the celebration will be allowed to become their ally. One Kabal. Not two."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"I do not wish to ruin your celebration with bloodshed, nor do I have any interest in you. Let us part in peace."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Shut up, you inhuman degenerates!"
Envoy of the Wounded Skies"You insolent mon-keigh! I will cut pieces out of your liver one by one and feed them to you as I relish your screams. Believe me, I intend to savour every moment!"
Envoy of the Poisonous WhisperThe red-haired Drukhari smiles faintly. "Let's see if you can make the savouring last longer than a handful of moments this time..."
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Idira"No... no no no... we were supposed to escape! What is this place? Are we the main course at this shindig?"
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Heinrix"I expected something like this. At least we are no longer in the arena — there are far fewer xenos here capable of opposing us."
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MarazhaiMarazhai turns his head, looking around the room and grinning in fiendish delight. "This is one of the satellite towers of the main spire of the Reaving Tempest... What luck! Yremeryss's throat is now that much closer to my claws... But first I have to deal with my sister's pathetic guests."
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UlfarA bestial growl comes from behind you. "Did the jester bring me here to listen to these dung-ridden beasts practise their meagre wits? These blathering xenos are making me angrrry... I'll kill them."