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6/21/2025, 4:47:08 AM
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“Cursed as a result of the meddling of the Sorcerer King.” Marek echoes. “Are you finally understanding why his progeny must burn?”
>“I don’t understand anything you ramble about, madman.”
“WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?” Nadia screams.
“You are about to enter the accursed city of the deceiver.” Marek says. “Has the Goddess graced you with the wisdom yet to understand what must be done? The city of Morfis must burn. The way to Tartarus must be open. Abandon your greed and desires to rule over a nation of twisted and deceitful sorcerers and their sycophants. The very blood that courses through your veins was put there for the purpose of destroying the Agarthans. To intermingle with one of their own would be the highest blasphemy.”
>“Not this ‘Agarthan’ shit again. I told you, I have no idea what you’re talking about. What did you do with Elric?”
“I already told you, he’s gone. Now is not the time to worry about your friend, when the fate of your soul is currently at stake. I wish to hear something from your own lips. Surely you’ve thought about Tartarus. I know full well that your Adjunct carries the makings of a key. Do you intend to open the ancient mausoleum? Or will you shirk your duty?”
>“Why are you so sure Tartarus will spell the end of Morfis? From what I’ve heard, no one knows for sure what’s inside.”
In response, Marek only laughs.
“Ernest, or Leviathan, as you know him, prophesied that opening Tartarus would lead to the end of the threat posed by the Agarthans. His word is law. Anything he declares is rooted in truth. Now, answer the question, son of the Goddess.”
>A): Yes, I plan to open Tartarus.
>B): I’ll keep that place locked.
>C): Piss off.
>D): Write-in
“Cursed as a result of the meddling of the Sorcerer King.” Marek echoes. “Are you finally understanding why his progeny must burn?”
>“I don’t understand anything you ramble about, madman.”
“WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?” Nadia screams.
“You are about to enter the accursed city of the deceiver.” Marek says. “Has the Goddess graced you with the wisdom yet to understand what must be done? The city of Morfis must burn. The way to Tartarus must be open. Abandon your greed and desires to rule over a nation of twisted and deceitful sorcerers and their sycophants. The very blood that courses through your veins was put there for the purpose of destroying the Agarthans. To intermingle with one of their own would be the highest blasphemy.”
>“Not this ‘Agarthan’ shit again. I told you, I have no idea what you’re talking about. What did you do with Elric?”
“I already told you, he’s gone. Now is not the time to worry about your friend, when the fate of your soul is currently at stake. I wish to hear something from your own lips. Surely you’ve thought about Tartarus. I know full well that your Adjunct carries the makings of a key. Do you intend to open the ancient mausoleum? Or will you shirk your duty?”
>“Why are you so sure Tartarus will spell the end of Morfis? From what I’ve heard, no one knows for sure what’s inside.”
In response, Marek only laughs.
“Ernest, or Leviathan, as you know him, prophesied that opening Tartarus would lead to the end of the threat posed by the Agarthans. His word is law. Anything he declares is rooted in truth. Now, answer the question, son of the Goddess.”
>A): Yes, I plan to open Tartarus.
>B): I’ll keep that place locked.
>C): Piss off.
>D): Write-in
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