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Nether-Prince Durzaan: At last... the future I foresaw has come to pass. Thank you for opening the way. |
Alleria Windrunner: Show yourself! Who are you? |
Nether-Prince Durzaan: Names are of little consequence. A more interesting question is... What shall you become? |
Nether-Prince Durzaan: My people were reshaped by the void. Stripped of the limitations of flesh. We offer you the same gift. |
Alleria Windrunner: Resist the whispers, Umbric! This "gift" you are offered is little more than enslavement. |
Magister Umbric: Rrrrurgaaghh! I feel the power... calling to me... changing me... |
Alleria Windrunner: Come, $p. We must stop this transformation before my people are lost! |
Nether-Prince Durzaan: We are on the same side, Windrunner... no matter what that traitor has taught you. |
Alleria Windrunner: Your masters will not enslave me, ethereal... nor will they claim my brothers and sisters! |
Alleria Windrunner: That vortex up ahead pulses with power. Let us investigate, $p. |
Nether-Prince Durzaan: Even shattered as it is, this place echoes with the whispers of the great ones who were slain... and the hatred of he who broke this world. |
Alleria Windrunner: Dark forces surge through these ashen stones. No wonder the ethereals were drawn here. |
Nether-Prince Durzaan: A minor setback. What is in motion cannot be undone. Surely you see this. |
Alleria Windrunner: There! Durzaan is using those forges to draw in power. We must break his hold on Umbric's people. |