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“Cut them. Cut them all down.”

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“When did Vigil first board that abandoned kodan shipwreck? And what happened to them, to make their ghosts linger there?

The ghostly kodan don’t notice them. Same for the Vigil patrols that pass by every few hours. Maybe....”

-from the journal of Priory Archivist Talfir Otyka

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Ambient Dialogue: Dragonfall | Rox & Boticca

via @roelski-gw2​ (thank you!)

Full transcript below:

Boticca: Watch the cliff. Stay close to the wall here. That path looks risky. Rox: The cave's up ahead. Just a little bit farther. Boticca: And just as risky. You heard her, Olmakhan! Hurry to the cave!  - Boticca: Everyone, together! It's an ambush! - Rox: Hate those things. Boticca: They are unnatural. Rox: Maybe. But Kralk's as old as Tyria. In some ways, I guess he is Nature. Boticca: No storm is meant to last as long as his. - Rox: (fearful gasp of surprise) Boticca: Rox? Rox: I'm fine. I'm fine. - Rox: Campsite's gotta be just up ahead. I am so done with this cave. Boticca: Yes. It's dark. Smells strange. Do all Elder Dragons smell like this? Rox: I have no idea. I don't want to know. Don't make me think about it. - Boticca: The path is blocked. Rox: It's a trap! We're pinned! Boticca: Not for long. Rox, stay close. - Boticca: Their crystals are shattered. Is everyone all right? Rox: I think so. Let's get these rocks cleared away. Olmakhan, help me! Boticca: They're done. Rox, are you all right? Rox: I need... We need to get out. We can't stay. Boticca: Olmakhan, together! - Rox: (fearful gasp of surprise) Boticca: Not much farther. - Boticca: Olmakhan, form up! - Boticca: The fight is ours. Let's move on. - Rox: (fearful gasp of surprise) Boticca: Almost there. - Rox: Branded! You know what to do! - Rox: Can't believe we're back in the Underworld. You know, voluntarily. Boticca: Not the most welcoming place. But we're not here to make friends. Rox: Right. Let's get this camp back up and running. We'll need to get supply lines going, and clear a path back to Kralk. - Boticca: You can see our progress. Rox: Yeah, but we'll need more than this to get to Kralkatorrik. Boticca: In time, Rox. First, we deal with those Brandstorms. Then we'll worry about the Crystal Dragon. - Boticca: Explain again what these chains are? Rox: The human death god made them to bind souls to his realm. Boticca: And our allies...want these? Rox: Yeah. A lot of 'em. Turns out they're naturals at yanking those floating Brand crystals out of the sky. Boticca: There's nothing natural about any of this. - Boticca: The other camps want more of these Soul Binders. Not sure what to tell them. Rox: How about "Hold on to your dolyaks, we'll get to you when we get to you"? Boticca: Like I said... Rox: Right, right. We just need to find more out there, that's all. It's the Underworld. How hard could it be? - Rox: How are you doing, Boticca? Boticca: Better with the camp. With you and the others. It helps now that Nature seems so far away. Rox: Have you tried going out and testing those Soul Binders? Boticca: No. You think I should? Rox: I did earlier. Pulled down some floating rocks. Wrangled some Branded. Helped the war effort. Felt good. Boticca: Hm. Maybe I will. Thank you, Rox. - Boticca: Some of those crystal demons are too fast for our mounts. We started using the Soul Binders to slow them down. Rox: Then you pounce on 'em! Great idea. - Rox: This feels...good. I feel good. Boticca: The Olmakhan are honored to have you, Rox. You've proven yourself to us time and time again. Rox: I think the thing I like the most is...I don't have to do that anymore. Boticca: You've finally realized it doesn't matter what others think. You are Olmakhan now. Rox: I am. [I...am.] - Boticca: When we first met, you were traveling with that norn. Rox: Braham and I were... We've been hunting together a long time. Boticca: And now? Rox: He knows how much this means to me. To really be a part of something. Boticca: He looked sad when you parted. Rox: I was too. But it was a good sad. It's not like we'll never see each other again, it's just... Boticca: It was time. Rox: Yeah. He and I, we both found what we needed, I think. Boticca: I'm glad. He is always welcome in Althoma. - Rox: Our scouts have anything new to report? Boticca: The Soul Binders are giving our allies the edge they need. We just have to keep our supply line strong. Rox: And that big Brandstorm over Kralkatorrik? Boticca: Still a problem. But hopefully not for long. - Boticca: The path to the Crystal Dragon is clear! Rox: The Olmakhan are ready! Let's go show that dragon what Nature's fury really looks like!

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In Defense of His Majesty

The fog rolling in, the red moon on the rise; Can you see all the signs? It's beginning. Door hinges creak, the sky fills with crows, And all of the pumpkins start grinning.

Around every fire, the stories turn grim, And it seems as though mirth may be fleeting. Ready or not, the dead start to rise, With their own thoughts on tricking and treating.

But it's not a time to go hiding away In the closets where cowards will shiver. For the Mad King is here, and though he takes lives, At his heart, he's really a giver.

Just look to the past, the games that he played And all of the joy he provided. His demands weren't that strange, he rewarded the loyal, Leaving few necks and bodies divided.

Yes, his head is on fire, his aesthetic macabre, And most of his servants are bony. But he's a romantic and a lover of music And exceptionally kind to his pony.

As for his son, well, the less said the better, That boy is certainly crazy. If he thinks the Mad King is cause for a ruckus, His memory must be quite hazy.

I'm sure the Grim Japer was a hell of a dad And being his child was dandy. Just think of the feasts, his penchant for jokes, And the piles and piles of candy.

So deal with Prince Eddie, get back to the fun, And do as the Mad King commands. It's Halloween, and while you search for prizes, He holds your life in his hands.

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The Commander + Belcher’s Bluff puns

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anet tell me what I need to do to get you to re-enable these lines of dialogue from the Commander, I’m begging you

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ambience interlude: honor of the waves

sights from path one.