WordThe primitive design of the caster is crystal clear to you, but none of the manipulations you can think of prove effective — the vox-caster keeps groaning and hissing with static.
YOU[Listen to the message]
Word"O Star~orn, Sky-He~ld of th~ E~g~le-G~d, he~r t~e pra~ers of y~ur ~erv~nt, s~nt to ~ou thr~ugh ~he myr~ad for~ests of Quetza T~emer!" Through the interference, you hear the familiar voice of Speaks-With-Gods, hoarse and feeble. "Th~ nigh~mare has be~come re~l, the dark~ess lef~ ~he ~fo~est~ But t~e lig~t of th~ ~dyin~ st~r c~n sti~l be sav~d! Th~ ~eart of ~he f~rest cal~s out f~r you..."
WordAs soon as the priest's voice stops, your entire body arches with a crack as if electrocuted. You are standing on the tips of your toes, staring at a crimson sky at dusk that has turned into an ocean of spilt blood. Its still surface is broken by a hand with fingers covered in rings, and Calligos Winterscale emerges from the depths — only to take a single breath and disappear once more into the blood. It happens again, and again, and again... until he finally notices you. He throws out his hand and reaches for you... He reaches out...
WordAnd the illusion fades away, leaving only a splitting headache in its wake.
YOU[Go to the village]
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YOU[Stay in the laboratory]
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Kibellah"He is gone. An unclean and painful end. I can hear it." Kibellah speaks with perfect composure. "On the other side of that vox, only evil and unrighteous death remain."
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UlfarClosing his eyes in satisfaction, the Wolf says with deep feeling, "Do not try to drown out this voice, Aett-Vater. The Allfather sends us the music of this battle, calling us to the raven's feast. We must make haste!"
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Jae"Grox's chunks, even a fresh recruit with his teeth knocked out would've given a clearer report! What happened there?"
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Pasqal"Processing acquired data. Restoring... Restoration complete." The slightly altered voice of the priest comes from Pasqal's vox-system: "O Starborn, Sky-Herald of the Eagle-God, hear the prayers of your servant, sent to you through the myriad forests of Quetza Temer! The nightmare has become real, the darkness has left the forest. But the light of the dying star can still be saved! The heart of the forest calls out for you..."
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Idira"Aah!" Idira digs her nails into her face, purple sparks gleaming at the ends of her hair. "The dusk sun has reached the treetops... And the crimson heart has struck its last beat... The dying stars have no hope left — run, fools! BACK!"
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Argenta"Quickly! We must return to the settlement! It may be a psyker's sorcery that leads us, but in the end, we will either help those who await us or purge this world of more corrupted delusions!"
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Yrliet"I could barely understand the speech of this mon-keigh, but one thing is clear — their settlement needs help. I care little about the woes of those primitive creatures... I am simply paying reparations for the pain that my kin have brought upon this world."
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Abelard"By the Throne's radiance, those psykers certainly love speaking in riddles! And now we are supposed to go haring off and make guesses about what has happened!" Abelard nervously fiddles with his moustache. "Still, his tone made it clear that it is nothing good, and I fear that it is already too late. A rotten feeling, I daresay."
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YOU[Destroy the vox-caster]
WordThe vox-caster hits the ground with a crunch, and a web of cracks scatters along the magno-glass. After a few more stomps, the device lets out one last screech... and falls silent.
WordBut the calm does not persist for long — right before your eyes, the device's remains burst into purple sparks, and the squashed speaker emits the familiar voice of Speaks-With-Gods, hoarse and feeble.
Word"O Star~orn, Sky-He~ld of th~ E~g~le-G~d, he~r t~e pra~ers of y~ur ~erv~nt, s~nt to ~ou thr~ugh ~he myr~ad for~ests of Quetza T~emer!" "Th~ nigh~mare has be~come re~l, the dark~ess lef~ ~he ~fo~est~ But t~e lig~t of th~ ~dyin~ st~r c~n sti~l be sav~d! Th~ ~eart of ~he f~rest cal~s out f~r you..."
WordAs soon as the priest's voice stops, your entire body arches with a crack as if electrocuted. You are standing on the tips of your toes, staring at a crimson sky at dusk that has turned into an ocean of spilt blood. Its still surface is broken by a hand with fingers covered in rings, and Calligos Winterscale emerges from the depths — only to take a single breath and disappear once more into the blood. It happens again, and again, and again... until he finally notices you. He throws out his hand and reaches for you... He reaches out... continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Remove the energy battery]
WordWith the help of a portable vox-caster toolkit, you carefully remove the overheated battery from the vox, and the wave of sounds dies down.
WordBut the calm does not persist for long — right before your eyes, the device's remains burst into purple sparks and the dead speaker emits the familiar voice of Speaks-With-Gods, hoarse and feeble.
Word"O Star~orn, Sky-He~ld of th~ E~g~le-G~d, he~r t~e pra~ers of y~ur ~erv~nt, s~nt to ~ou thr~ugh ~he myr~ad for~ests of Quetza T~emer!" "Th~ nigh~mare has be~come re~l, the dark~ess lef~ ~he ~fo~est~ But t~e lig~t of th~ ~dyin~ st~r c~n sti~l be sav~d! Th~ ~eart of ~he f~rest cal~s out f~r you..."continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Repair the vox-caster]
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WordSkilfully wielding your tools, you open the device's case and check each part's condition. The vox-caster does not enjoy your manipulations and hisses at you, then the lumens on its screen glow red, and... the broadcast stops.
WordBut the calm does not persist for long — right before your eyes, the device's remains burst into purple sparks and the dead speaker emits the familiar voice of Speaks-With-Gods, hoarse and feeble.continues where this line first appears above
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WordThe vox-caster under your armour suddenly spits out a cacophony of sounds: the growl of chainswords, human screams, the screech of metal, and the rattling interference of an active vox-cast. Working the buttons, switches, and tumblers only makes it worse.
YOU[Listen to the message]continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Destroy the vox-caster]continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Remove the energy battery]continues where this line first appears above
YOU[Repair the vox-caster]continues where this line first appears above