![]() ![]() Eidard does his best to soothe our pain, but our souls yearn for only one comfort. But Corruption seethes at its heart, and destroys in days what we shaped over eons. Muria: We are the builders of this world. Your shadow has long hovered over this realm.ĭeath: Many know the Reaper, old one. Muria: We've been awaiting your arrival, Horseman.But, to awaken him requires a Maker's Key - and we need our Forge to craft one. Before the Forge was lost, we crafted a mighty creature of soul and stone. Alya: We are Makers, not warriors - but we are not without our weapons. Restore our forge, and the tree can be reached. You can no more leave this place than we. Death: Why does this concern me? Alya: The way to the tree is lost, barred by Corruption. But Corruption has taken them, and now our forge is silent. Both imbued our craft with incredible power. What is it? Alya: Aye, the Fire of the Mountain - The Stonefather's Blood - it once flowed into our forge as did the tears. Death: I came here seeking the tree, and your Elder speaks of fire. trinkets? Alya: And you - one of the four - now seek the aid of the makers? I guess we have all fallen from high places. But in its depths, we once crafted the Dark Towers of Hell and the Cities of Heaven. Tho' I reckon that means less now than once it did.ĭeath: This is a Maker's Forge? Alya: Nay. ![]()
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