Transcript:Nadir
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This transcript involves dialogue with Skaldrun, Moia, Lucien, Zemouregal, Merchant (Nadir), Captain Toma, Bilrach, Lord Yudura and Hooved mage.
Intro
Skaldrun: From the shadows, watching and observing, there are figures who move between us with desires best left unspoken. Their goals are secret, but their actions can affect us in ways we cannot comprehend. They drift through our lives, with aspirations and motivations which compel them ever onwards. this is such a tale. A tale of obsession, of subjugation, and of corruption...
Ritual Site
Moia: Cold. Always so cold. Finally, they're here.
Lucien: This had better be good, Moia. I've had enough of this place to last another 500 years.
Zemouregal: Ah so it's the half-breed again. Lucien, you must share your methods with me; you know of my penchant for studying the ethology of mongrels like these.
Lucien: Trust me, Zemouregal; it is not worth the disappointment. Extended lifespan or not, she is weak. Useless. Out with it, girl. why have we traipsed half-way across this wretched world to come back here so soon?
Moia: I came here at your request, sir. I found something that may interest you. See? Scratch marks. And surely you noticed the tracks in the snow on your approach.
Lucien: Yes, we did. Are you trying to say someone tried to move the Ritual Marker?
Zemouregal: Interesting. Without success, of course.
Moia: They could return at any time. that is why I remained here, on guard, and sent my troops back to bring you here.
Lucien: So ignorant, for someone so old. No-one can move the Marker; not even a true Mahjarrat. It is bound to this place.
Zemouregal: They can return if they please, but they will never be able to move it. But who would even attempt this?
Moia: Other Mahjarrat perhaps?
Lucien: Quiet, girl. we will handle this development. It no longer concerns you. Continue inspecting the area, while your betters decide the next steps.
Moia: Yes, sir.
Zemouregal: So who is to blame for this? Surely a Mahjarrat would not attempt it.
Lucien: I agree. I suspect we're dealing with humans. Perhaps vampyre.
Zemouregal: But what use would they have for the Marker? Perhaps they were sent under orders.
Lucien: Indeed. a cart would explain the tracks. the scratches could be any manner of tool.
Zemouregal: This does not explain why. No Mahjarrat would attempt folly such as this.
Lucien: Who was missing from the ritual? I noticed some minor Mahjarrat were not there.
Zemouregal: Oh, quite a few of us.
Lucien: Perhaps we should pay closer attention to them.
Zemouregal: Yes, we have the manpower for that now. We can send a few select groups to hunt for them.
Lucien: Agreed. Let us make our first move.
Lucien: Moia, attend.
Zemouregal: Impressive trick. What else can you do?
Moia: I can absorb memories, sir. I make for a capable spy. Now avert your gaze, Mahjarrat. You are no lord of mine.
Zemouregal: Hah! Petulant girl. I wonder where you get that from.
Lucien: Enough bickering. I would rather us continue this conversation elsewhere, Zemouregal. Moia, take this device. It will allow you to communicate at a distance. Now we can avoid journeys like these in the future.
Moia: Thank you sir. I apologise again for my telepathic failings.
Zemouregal: Hah. Useless indeed.
Lucien: Zemouregal, tell me: who is the least of the missing Mahjarrat?
Zemouregal: Ah, so may to choose from: Kharshai; Jhallan, perhaps; or Bilrach. He is notably lacking.
Lucien: Bilrach, yes. Perfect. Moia, you have a new assignment. You are tasked to Find Bilrach and return with his current condition. Consider it a fitting punishment for bringing us to this place.
Moia: Bilrach? I have not heard of this Mahjarrat. Am I to understand he is beneath my abilities?
Lucien: Ha! Not so. In fact, you will find no more suitable a target for you than Bilrach. A wretch for a wretch. Never forget you are here only because of your link to me, child. I would see you waste your extended lifespan digging ditches for all the time I wasted in creating you. Your life is mine to waste.
Moia: Yes, sir. And what of my troops?
Lucien: My troops girl. They will be tasked to find the other Mahjarrat, of course. Mortal though they are, they will at least be capable of some limited success. Now go. Find Bilrach.
Moia: Yes, sir.
Lucien: And Moia... Do not fail me, daughter.
Daemonheim Peninsula
Moia: What is this place? Can this be it? Can I of found him? I saw them go this way. With those crates to carry, they can't of gone far. Old or not, I cannot stop now.
Moia: I cannot go back. This is it; I'm sure of it.
Moia: Fish? Curious.
Moia: No time to see where these go. I have a task to complete.
Moia: Doesn't look like I can get through here.
Moia: Is this...a watchtower? What could be worth guarding here?
Moia: There are ruins everywhere. there are the crates. I can't teleport from here. I need to find a way up there.
Moia: What could this building have been?
Moia: More ruins. Is that a chimney?
Moia: No way through here.
Moia: There. There they are. Wait, there are people nearby...
Sentry: Did you really have to kill them all? Getting these inside will require more than one pair of hands.
Merchant: That is not my problem. I delivered what I was asked for, and the witnesses are no more. Now, inform your captain I require payment.
Sentry: For what? None of my men would ask for this...whatever it is. What is it?
Merchant: You will have to ask your master for that information.
Sentry: Bill? Ah, I see.
Merchant: Quite. Now payment if you please.
Sentry: As you wish. Next time, stick to selling goods out of your pack. I will ask the captain to supply some men to move these shortly. And for your payment, of course.
Merchant: Be quick. My pack is heavy and this place is freezing.
Sentry: You don't know the half of it.
Moia: Bill? None too subtle. I should inform Lucien of this.
Moia: Father, I have news.
Lucien: Still alive, I see. I would have thought your lifespan had expired by now.
Moia: Not yet, sir. I have news: I think I have found Bilrach.
Lucien: Again? Stop wasting my time, girl. I grew weary of your failings centuries ago.
Moia: I need proof. I will not fail my task. I must get inside this place, and that merchant is my only opportunity.
Moia: Blocked.
Moia: More rocks. I cannot go this way.
Merchant: These fools... I'm the only trader that knows of this place. I can hike my prices as high as I please, and they'll never know it! Every time I come here there are fresh faces, bar that wretched captain. Just how big is this place? How many pockets to lighten of their coins? I should stop coming here, but those voices...those whispers... They call me to return. I found it. I found the relic. Those voices were right, and now I will be rewarded for my efforts, like they promised. My Zamorak Monk brothers need not know of this. My instructions were clear. Zamorak be praised. They always said I would die a pauper. Me? Hearthen? Fools.
Merchant: What did you do to me? Why can't I remember my name?
Moia: Your name is mine now. And so is your life.
Moia: Your greed is your end. All you have is now mine. But...a Monk of Zamorak? why would you be masquerading as a trader?
Moia: A loose fit, but it will do. Heavy, though; I'll not be able to fight in this disguise. The guard could return at any time. I should get inside while I can. I can use this disguise to make some progress, at least. the guards know this man, and I can use that to my advantage.
Moia: Strange.
Moia: Not this way.
Moia: This seems to be the entrance. These steps look promising. they should lead deeper inside the structure.
Moia: I'm not sure what is behind this, but I cannot get through it.
Frozen floors
Moia: This place is quieter than I thought it would be. And colder.
Moia: I can't turn back now; not when I'm so close to finding Bilrach.
Moia: Frozen shut. It looks like it's been this way for some time.
Captain: The rest of you head up to the surface. I'll send a mage up when one gets here.
Soldier: Yes, captain. Some teleportation will make things quicker.
Ranger: Why not always keep a mage up there to teleport things down?
Soldier: Too visible. Bill says to keep hidden.
Moia: He looks like he's in charge. I don't think I can make it past him. Maybe I should find another way around.
Captain: You there. Stop! What are you doing here? Why aren't you outside with the crates?
Moia: I passed some of your men on the way inside, they will handle the delivery from here. I'm here to sell my wares, not baby-sit deliveries.
Captain: Then why are you walking away from the mess-hall? You haven't had time to sell anything yet. Wait, your eyes...
Moia: Yes, enough of the charade captain.
Captain: I can barely trust these me to swing a sword without hitting themselves. They can't cope without my direct instruction in training. I keep losing men to mindless bickering. Marin is dead and Druf is requesting a transfer. this place will be the end of us if this disorder continues. Where is Bill? this captaincy may have been forced upon me, but I must still treat my men as individuals. Comradeship is important, but duty must be the foundation. If we lose that, we'll turn on each other. I will return for you, Freya. I wish I could say when. I know I have been absent for some time, but my duties here are too heavy to abandon. The men will be lost without my guidance, and this place... This place will be our tomb if I don't maintain order and honour in the ranks. I don't think I'll ever be used to this rank. Captain Toma? I've never felt less in command.
Captain: Why... Why can't I remember her name?
Moia: I am sorry captain. If I can help it, your men will never know you failed them. and Freya. Sweet Freya. If I should find her after this, she will know your last thoughts were of her.
Moia: A much better disguise. There's nothing to stop me now. I'm sorry your grave had to be this pit, Captain Toma.
Mage: I'm here, sir.
Moia: About time, soldier. they've already left, so be quick about it.
Mage: Not coming too, sir?
Moia: No, I have duties to perform. Go. Now.
Mage: Yes, sir.
Moia: Locked
Moia: This looks like a storage room of some kind. Or it was until this place started to freeze. It's been raided for supplies though, that means people still come through here regularly.
Soldier: Captain! The men have already left to move the crates inside.
Moia: At ease. I'm only passing through.
Soldier: Yes, sir. Do you need more men to help move the delivery inside, sir? We're all talking about it; it's not often something actually happens these days.
Moia: If you're so interested, then go up to the surface and break your back carrying it inside with the rest of them.
Soldier: Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
Moia: That was harsh. A captain would never speak that way to his men. I need to be careful what I say, or they could see through my disguise.
Soldier 1: When are you due to go up to the surface?
Soldier 2: On the next patrol. Trying to trade for my spot, too?
Soldier 1: Depends. What will it take?
Soldier 2: It won't come cheap. Best offer gets my spot.
Ranger: Sick and tired of growing food in these. Someone is always stealing from them these days.
Mage: Do you think the merchant brought anything good?
Soldier: I hope so. Not that I can afford it.
Mage: Me either. This rationing is driving mad
Furnished Floors
Moia: This floor is well maintained. this must be where the soldiers live. But why so deep? What could be so important?
Moia: I can't turn back now; not when I'm so close to finding Bilrach.
Skaldrun: I don't believe that returning through this door is part of our tale. If you leave now, the story leaves with you. Shall I end our tale?
Moia: Dead end. it seems to be a barracks of some kind.
Soldier: Sir, permission to ask a question.
Moia: Go ahead, soldier.
Soldier: Could I take the next sentry shift with you on the surface?
Option 1: You have your own duties for a reason, soldier. Do them.
- Soldier: Right away sir! Sorry for wasting your time.
Option 2: Got something to get off your chest, soldier? Be my guest.
- Soldier: Thank you, sir! I promise I won't take up too much of your time.
Option 3: Only if you bring the booze.
- Soldier: Sir? I...I don't think that would be a wise idea. I'll get back to you another time.
Soldier 1: Hmm. Missing weapons again.
Soldier 2: Probably stolen like the last time.
Soldier: I don't know what to do. I can't just desert, can I?
Soldier: So what do you think?
Ranger: Ask me later, when the captain has gone.
Moia: Some kind of strange configuration. Is this...magic? I don't think I could open it without the key, I should find another way out of this room.
Moia: More furnishings. I need to watch what I say. There are soldiers everywhere.
Mage: Sir, can I borrow you for a second?
Mage: Sir, have you thought much more on my transfer request?
Option 1: At length Marin. We shall talk more later.
- Mage: Marin died last month, sir. Are you feeling all right?
- Moia: I don't have time for this. Come find me later in the day.
Option 2: Ask me later, Druf. I have no time for you right now.
- Mage: Of course, sir. Sorry to interrupt.
Option 3: What transfer? You should be happy with what you have.
- Mage: I made the request several weeks ago, sir; when the new recruits came in.
- Moia: Yes, of course. Leave it to me, then.
Soldier 1: Keep your voice down.
Soldier 2: Why? There's no point in hiding it anymore.
Soldier 1: Listen: things are bad, yes, but not yet.
Soldier 2: Another week. Then we run.
Soldier 1: Okay, one more week. Maybe Bill will return before then.
Mage: Where did that book go? These barbarians never return them.
Soldier: I'd go insane without this library. So peaceful.
Mage: Interesting. Ha. Hmm.
Solder: Ah, sir, you're early. The men are assembled, sir.
Moia: Oh yes?
Soldier: Yes, sir; for the combat practice. We're ready whenever you are.
Option 1: Tell them to wait there. No practice until I return.
- Soldier: Of course, sir. I'll keep them in line.
Option 2: You're trained soldiers. Practice among yourselves until I return.
- Soldier: I'll inform the men, sir. and the infirmary.
Option 3: You lead this one, but try not to kill anyone.
- Soldier: Sir? Well, if you think they'll listen to me, I'll get right on it.
Soldier 1: More delays. This place need better leadership.
Soldier 2: One late training session and you complain.
Soldier 3: Keep it down, you two. Okay, men; training is on hold.
Soldier 4: Where is the captain?
Soldier 3: He has important things to do right now. He'll be back shortly, so we wait.
Soldier 4: Fair enough.
Soldier 1: When is Bill coming back? This place is going to hell.
Soldier 2: I bet he's gone for good this time.
Soldier 1: I hope not, or it'll be anarchy.
Soldier 2: Yeah. Are you getting prepared for it?
Soldier 1: I have supply caches hidden here and there.
Soldier 2: Me too. Still, I hope we won't need it.
Soldier 1: I just what to see home again.
Moia:Another obstruction, this one seems dangerous to touch. I should find another door instead.
Moia: Some kind of strange configuration. Is this...magic? I don't think I could open it without the key, I should find another way out of this room.
Moia: Perfect, they had no idea who I really was. I only hope Freya can forgive me.
Moia: I haven't seen soldiers for some time. Perhaps I'm past the worst of it.
Moia: I can't turn back now; not when I'm so close to finding Bilrach.
Skaldrun: I don't believe that returning through this door is part of our tale. If you leave now, the story leaves with you. Shall I end our tale?
Moia: It's too quiet. Something is wrong.
Moia: Some kind of strange configuration. Is this...magic? I don't think I could open it without the key, I should find another way out of this room.
Moia: Empty. where are all the people.
Dangerous figure: Ahh, Captain Toma, is it not? How fortunate to happen upon you here.
Moia: What do you want? I have duties to attend to.
Dangerous figure: Duties many floors above this one, Captain Toma. Tell me; why are you here, so far from your post?
Moia: That is no concern of yours, you repugnant beast. Now, move out of my way.
Dangerous figure: I think not. You will find that you serve me well, Captain, as one of my fallen. Needs must, as we necrolords drive. Now...come closer.
Moia: If you insist.
Dangerous figure: Reduced to body-snatching. How low you have sunk, Yudura; how low indeed. Yet, still, a body is needed. Next time I will send someone else. How many times will these necromancers bother me with their petty complaints? I should kill them and take all they have for myself. Bill is nowhere to be found, and all falls apart within mere weeks. Wretched slaves! Soldiers from above or not, I will mutilate them to shut their rebellious mouths. these silly attempts at escape must stop. Master, where have you gone? We all have our secrets, you more than most, but this place will collapse without...protection from the voices... Hah! When these fools realise that I, Lord Yudura, have been slowly poisoning them... then... then they'll behold my true greatness and tremble.
Yudura: What did you take from me? I...can't remember... I'll kill you! I'll rip your limbs and watch you eat them!
Yudura: You are the true monster here. YOU! Yudura: You will pay for what you took from me! Yudura: Aaaagggh!
Moia: Argh! My head... No time to delay. I must take on this disguise before another beast like this arrives.
Moia: This fetid mind... Rank... Vile...
Moia: Lucien, you will listen to me.
Lucien: Ah, it bites back. Finally found a mind with will and backbone? Very well; make it brief.
Moia: I have found a vast underground complex, filled with troops and who knows what else.
Lucien: And Bilrach?
Moia: No sign yet. But this place has a master by the name of 'Bill'. Doubtless it is whom I seek.
Lucien: Possibly. Keep me informed of any developments. Actual developments. I do not care for minutia.
Moia: As you wish.
Moia: I grow weary too, father. What will it take to... Enough, I have work to do.
Occult Floors
Moia: This place is different... Filled with malice. Feels like home.
Moia: I can't turn back now; not when I'm so close to finding Bilrach.
Skaldrun: I don't believe that returning through this door is part of our tale. If you leave now, the story leaves with you. Shall I end our tale?
Moia: Is that...water?
Moia: Bodies. They seem to have been drowned. Is this a dumping ground for corpses?
Moia: Is this where the bodies are disposed of? Effective.
Moia: Strange. I thought I heard voices.
Necrolord: Curse these pathetic slaves.
Moia: What are you babbling about now?
Necrolord:They're being unruly and difficult to command. What should I do?
Option 1: Kill them
- Necrolord: What a waste, but if you think it best.
Option 2: Cut off their hands.
- Necrolord: An excellent notion!
Option 3: Leave them to rot, they'll die soon enough.
- Necrolord: Leave them to continue? If you say so, my Lord Yudura...
Necrolord 1: Marvellous, don't you think?
Necrolord 2: Yes, this place is our own stalking ground now.
Necrolord 1: One would hope Bill takes his time.
Necrolord 2: I have my suspicions that he shan't be returning.
Necrolord 1: Oh really?
Necrolord 2: Mhm. Have you seen him around recently? Quite, quite mad.
Slave: Wake up, please wake up.
Moia: This place is a den of horrors. It will take my greatest efforts to pass unhindered.
Necrolord: Lord Yudura, this cretin has been using MY slaves in his experiments for weeks! See for yourself.
Necrolord 2: And THAT is how we flood the lungs.
Necrolord 3: Fascinating.
Option 1: I will handle it later - for half your slaves.
- Necrolord: Half? But...yes, Lord Yudura, if that is what you ask for riding me of this problem.
Option 2: Remain here. I will return and we will kill him together.
- Necrolord: Together? What desire do you have in helping me? I will handle this myself, without you.
Option 3: Kill him, or I will kill you.
- Necrolord: Yes, Lord Yudura. At once!
Necrolord 1: Today we will experiment with something new. Tell me: how does water in the lungs affect performance?
Necromancer 1: Um... Increased decomposition rate?
Necrolord 1: Exactly. Not to mention a slower zombie.
Necromancer 2: I see some potential in spilt fluids.
Necrolord 1: You are quite correct. That also provides an excellent vector for disease.
Necromancer 2: Fascinating.
Necromancer 1: I hadn't thought of that.
Necrolord 2: Soon your time will come.
Slave 1: Where am I? What happened to me?
Slave 2: Keep quiet. They'll hear you.
Slave 1: They... They took me. Why didn't anyone stop them?
Slave 2: No-one can help you now. The best you can hope for is to become... ...like one of the undead over there.
Zombie: Hrrrgh.
Slave 1: Oh, no. NO!
Slave 2: Better that than food for the behemoths. Be grateful for that much before you die.
Moia: Some kind of strange configuration. Is this...magic? I don't think I could open it without the key, I should find another way out of this room.
Moia: These again. where could they lead? No matter, I cannot risk it. Who knows where I might end up? But...they draw me closer. I feel compelled to...
Moia: I... What is this? Warmth? Whole. More. Yes.
Moia: More!
Moia: What is happening to me? I feel stronger than I have in centuries. Is this how it feels to be Mahjarrat? I must have more. But... My mission! I must be careful. Must stay hidden; use restraint. I cannot alert Bilrach to my presence.
Necrolord: Where have you been? Where is the soldier we require for the experiment?
Option 1: There were none suitable. We must wait for more recruits.
- Necrolord: Wait? Hmm.
Option 2: His body is on the floor above. Fetch it yourself, I am busy.
- Necrolord: Of course, Lord Yudura. Next time we will send someone who can finish the job.
Option 3: I had trouble finding one. I will return to the task in time, now begone.
- Necrolord: In time? Typical of you, Lord Yudura. Starting to find it hard to snare a victim, hmm?
Necrolord 1: Yudura failed to procure a victim.
Necrolord 2: No matter. We'll get one later. Such a bounty of slaves for us.
Necrolord 1: And free to take them from anywhere we please.
Necrolord 2: Yes, death has seldom seen such a boon.
Necrolord 1: Soon we'll run out of slaves from the upper levels.
Necrolord 2: Yes, it would appear so. And the lower levels... ...even I feel reluctant to venture down there.
Necrolord 1: We need new slaves not only soldiers to abduct. We need Bilrach to return.
Necrolord 2: Yes, look at us now. Feeding on our own protection.
Necrolord 1: Beautiful, isn't it?
Necrolord 2: Oh, yes. Yes, it is.
Necromancer: Speak up, I cannot hear you.
Slave: Please, master. Forgive me!
Necromancer: Forgiveness is for the weak.
Slave: Oh, gods. How did it come to this?
Zombie 1: Huuuurn.
Slave: Please... Please don't let them change me.
Zombie 2: Huuurgh.
Slave: I just want to go home.
Moia: Some kind of strange configuration. Is this...magic? I don't think I could open it without the key, I should find another way out of this room.
Moia: That couldn't have gone any better. They had no idea who I truly am. Almost a pity that I cannot continue to poison them all slowly to their deaths. The blades of those who follow will have to suffice.
Moia: More of these portals. I can feel my new strength fading. I should draw power from them, while I can.
Moia: The door frame seems weak. I don't think I should risk opening the door.
Moia: What was that creature?
Moia: There it is. I'll just have to get past it. That is a disguise I cannot hope to take. It will have to die.
Hooved Mage: You, Deathmaker. Stand still. Your mind is not your own. I sense... Intruder! Alarm!
Moia: What? How? No, I refuse this. I refuse! Sound the alarms. Sound them all! I will not be denied!
Moia: So much power! But I can feel it draining. I must lay waste to any who cross me now, until I find more portals. There is no going back now. I am coming for you, Bilrach.
Moia: They fall like flies. They cannot hope to stop me. But my strength...it wavers. I need more power.
Warped Floors
Moia: This place seems unstable. Dangerous, but that won't stop me now.
Moia: I can't turn back now; not when I'm so close to finding Bilrach.
Skaldrun: I don't believe that returning through this door is part of our tale. If you leave now, the story leaves with you. Shall I end our tale?
Soldier: What do you mean? What sorceress?
Ranger: She laid waste to everyone. She's coming this way!
Soldier: Nonsense. Your mind is just playing tricks on you. this place can do that to you.
Soldier: Wait. Who are you? Get her!
Moia: I sense... nothing behind this door. Over there is where I need to be going, I'm sure of it.
Soldier: Get through the door, quickly! I'll lock the door behind us.
Moia: That door... That's where I need to go. A lock won't hold me back. I should find a portal. I'll need power to get through the door.
Moia: Enough of these doors. Open. I demand it!
Soldier: She's here! She broke through!
Mage: Keep moving!
Moia: That's right, run for your lives. Now I understand the Mahjarrat. The power is intoxicating.
Mage: She's coming!
Soldier 1: Everyone through the door! We'll keep her busy.
Soldier 2: No come with me - don't leave me!
Soldier 1: Go! Now!
Soldier 2: How can this be happening?
Moia: Open 
Soldier 1: Where are the stalkers? The behemoths?
Soldier 2: They have abandoned us. We need to rely on each other now.
Soldier 1: Look!
Moia: Nothing can stop me. I will have Bilrach!
Soldier 1: Who?
Soldier 2: No, he can't be dead! Kill the witch!
Moia:There's no-one left to stop me now. I'm coming for you, Bilrach.
Moia: Dead. Still warm. Seems to have been killed recently. And another drained portal. But still, I feel power somewhere close by.
Moia: More corpses and...wooden debris? What happened here? It looks like I'm close to then source of this. close to the end. Where are you, Bilrach?
Bilrach and the Ritual Marker
Moia: ... How...
Bilrach: Only time; only a delay in time. But...
Moia: Who goes there? Speak.
Bilrach: Walls made of memories. Walls made of LIGHT! A return? No, waiting.
Moia: Bilrach? Are you...yes, you must be. Bilrach.
Bilrach: Visitor! Ah, we have been - aha - waiting for you. Yes, Moia... Waiting. Come, come. The walls ache. Time for...I...oh.
Moia: What is this...madness. Is this who I've been searching for? Surely not. Bilrach. How did you know my name? Did you know I was coming?
Bilrach: Oh no, not I. Naturally! A portal here, a portal there. Another gift from the outside. Strange, I cannot recall asking for - but then, but then I have been here a long time, and we are...not what I used to be.
Moia: No, this can't be right. You're a gibbering wreck. How did you construct a place this vast? Who were all those soldiers? Are you in charge here?
Moia: This is getting me nowhere.
Moia: I can't leave yet. I'm so close to completing my task; to being rid of this burden.
Moia: I thought this couldn't be moved. Why would Bilrach need this?
Moia: Lucien. This wretched task is over.
Lucien: A disappointment to the end, hmm? What of Bilrach?
Option 1: Bilrach is alive and dangerous.
- Moia: He is alive, but he is wild - dangerous. The man has lost his mind.
- Lucien: A pity. An unhinged Mahjarrat is no minor threat, true. Kill him, Moia. I won't risk a feverish Bilrach laying waste to my plans. He cannot be trusted to toe the line.
- Moia: I will see what I can do.
- Lucien: Tread carefully, daughter. My patience is in short supply and my forgiveness more so. Kill him, or die trying. Perhaps it is fitting that you die to Bilrach; you are much a snivelling wretch as he. I will not expect your return.
Option 2: Bilrach is alive and not a threat.
- Moia: No, not dead. Not yet. He can barely string a coherent sentence together. the man has lost his mind. He is no threat.
- Lucien: Can he be moved or led? He might do for a sacrifice. Your new task, Moia: Bring Bilrach back to me, immediately.
- Moia: I will see what I can do.
- Lucien: You will do better than that ,daughter, or pay the cost. Do as I say, or never return to me. I will slay you with my own hands if you do not obey my commands.
Option 3: Bilrach is dead.
- Moia: Dead.
- Lucien: What a waste. He could have been sacrificed. Perhaps he truly was as weak as we thought. The moment of his passing left no impression on the rest of we Mahjarrat. As for you, daughter, it would appear that your failure is finally complete. It is your own ineptitude that led to this 500 years of wasted effort. No doubt had you been more diligent in your duties then Bilrach would be alive and in a more...useful state to me.
- Moia: My apologies, father, naturally.
- Lucien: Mind your tongue, girl. My patience is spent, and you have outlived your usefulness to me. return to me at your peril, daughter. Should I see you again, I will rid myself of you with my hands around your worthless throat.
Option 4: Bilrach is not here.
- Moia: Bilrach is not here. I was wrong.
- Lucien: Is there any sign of why he was there, or where he has gone?
- Moia: None. It is like he was never here. Perhaps he never was.
- Lucien: Failed again. Once again, a failure for a daughter. My patience has passed its limit, Moia. You have failed me one time too many. Find yourself a hole in the ground in which to hide, child. If I see you again, I will wring your pathetic neck with my own hands.
Moia: Goodbye, father.
Bilrach's ramblings (spoken in a random order)
Bilrach: Praise be to Zamorak!
Bilrach: A bloody ruin, torn in fright!
Bilrach: Fear is for the end.
Bilrach: The breadth of time. Justice!
Bilrach: Soft ash. A whole endeavour
Bilrach: Stop babbling, you wretch.
Bilrach: Spectres, lies, falsehoods and transparencies.
Moia: And you, Bilrach... What to do with you? What a mess. Time to relinquish this burden. I have a life to live, and now the power to take whatever I wish.
Bilrach: Fascinating. Tell me: you are part Mahjarrat, are you not? The power of the portals flows in you still. Weak, but flowing nonetheless.
Moia: What is this? What happened to you? You were stumbling and rambling moments ago.
Bilrach: He... I have my moments of lucidity. The strain is hard in a place such as this. I must reach far to hold on to...sanity. It has been so long. A fascinating device you have there, but you will not need it. I suspect Lucien will not expect you to hear from you again. Not before you plunge your dagger into his chest, at least. I can see that possibility appeals to you.
Moia: ...
Option 1: How did you know I was talking to Lucien?
- Bilrach: I know many things. I have felt your presence from the beginning, and waited. I see all within my dwelling - all things. I, too, feed from the portals, and I have grown strong again. Stronger than Lucien and his cohorts might recall. You could be that strong too, if you so desired.
Option 2: Tell me of the portals and their power.
- Bilrach: Ahh, a wonderful resource. Pivotal, one might say. A mighty boon of strength and power; that much you have seen and wielded yourself. You have seen that, even without a rejuvenation ritual, I am fully fleshed. the portals can do that for us Mahjarrat; that is why they are so dangerous. I can teach you, you Mahjarrat half-breed, to better wield that power. It slips through your finger, yes? I can show you how to hold it fast - how to do more than you can ever imagine.
Option 3: How long have you been here?
- Bilrach: So very long. Longer than Lucien and other Mahjarrat dare think. I have watched, yes, and waited. Waiting for a Mahjarrat to come to my prison. And now I have...
- Moia: Prison? You are trapped here? I thought you created this place; this...fortress of death.
- Bilrach: Hmm? Oh yes, of course. I did, didn't I? This...fortress, did you say? Digging so very deep...so many floors. But the end is in sight. Just one floor left. Then, a new beginning. My new beginning. Our new beginning.
Option 4: What is this place? What is it for?
- Bilrach: At fist a place to hide, but now a path to the surface. an unbroken gateway. Down here in this corrupted cave of walls and light, and end to this imprisonment. An endless freedom, and a new dawn. A dawn you must see, Moia. you are strong, in spite of the disease of your humanity. The portals will see the Mahjarrat within you blossom, and you will become like a goddess among your kind. As I was like a god among mine.
Option 5: Why is the Ritual Marker here?
- Bilrach: An interesting question.
- Moia: But...I was told it couldn't be moved. It's in pieces, too. What happened to it?
- Bilrach: Ahh, my dear, but it is the original marker. It took time to deliver, one piece at a time. You may thank your merchant friend for that.
Option 6: (only appears after all other options have been chosen) What happens now?
- Bilrach: My dear, you have been given the best of both worlds, not the worst as Lucien would have you believe. You have tasted power - true power - but without me, and without allegiance to my cause, you will never feel it again.
- Moia: I have no interest in your cause. I could take the power of the portals for myself. I am revived and youthful once more. I can discover the secret of the portals alone.
- Bilrach: You are welcome to try, but you will not leave this place without my consent. Come with me and you will know a power and a knowledge that will render you immortal - render us both immortal. Leave, and you will perish. Decide, Moia, here and now. What is your choice?
- Option 1: This place must be destroyed.
- Moia: What you have done here is an aberration, Bilrach. Your centuries-long descent has left a wake of misery and the time has come for you to account for your deeds.
- Bilrach: Why thank you for the compliment, Moia. All you have seen within these walls is the true nature of the Mahjarrat. As a half-breed, you could never understand that.
- Moia: Enough. You may be Mahjarrat, and you may be powerful, but I know where my allegiances lie. I will return to Lucien and then you will fell the full weight of the Mahjarrat hammer down upon you. they will destroy this place.
- Bilrach: And we had such high hopes for you.
- Bilrach: Rest now, child. Sleep. I have such wonders to show you.
- Option 2: I'm taking all this for myself.
- Moia: You've done well to stay hidden for this long, Bilrach. But the time has come for this place to suffer a new master. I am taking this place for my own.
- Bilrach: A most unwise decision, child.
- Moia: We'll see about that.
- Moia: You've done well to stay hidden for this long, Bilrach. But the time has come for this place to suffer a new master. I am taking this place for my own.
- Moia: Oh, gods... You mustn't!
- Bilrach: Discover anything interesting, child? There are secrets in this mind I have yet to uncover.
- Bilrach: The time for ascension has come. We have a lot of work to do.
- Option 3: (Lie) I will follow you.
- Moia: (to self) I don't trust him, but this power... I'll do whatever it takes to get more. But I need some way to gain control if he is trying to trick me. A way to escape if I need to.
- Moia: Okay, I agree. Show me how to control the portals. Show me how to attain my own power.
- Bilrach: Excellent. I knew you'd see how beneficial we can be for one another.
- Moia: Lucien will be expecting to hear from me eventually. He knows I am here, and, without any contact from me, he will come looking.
- Bilrach: Oh, but my dear, we both know that is a lie. You are are not the only one with an affinity for the minds of others. No matter. You will still get what you want. Just remember that you never really had a choice in the matter.
- Bilrach: Come, our ascension lies beneath us.
- Moia: ...
- Option 4: I will follow you.
- Moia: Tell me Bilrach: tell me of what awaits us.
- Bilrach: All in due course, child. Ah, but you are a child no more, today you will become a goddess, as was your destiny.
- Moia: And if the Mahjarrat contest us? Will the portal be enough to sustain a conflict with them all?
- Bilrach: Do not concern yourself of trivial matters, Moia.
- Bilrach: As the rituals continue, and the Mahjarrat numbers dwindle through the in-fighting and sacrifices, I - no, WE shall emerge to consume all, rule all and be all on this wretched plane. I have walked this road long enough, it is time to bring things to a close.
- Bilrach: Come, the end of what we've known is ahead.
- Moia: And the beginning of everything I've deserved.
Skaldrun: ...and with a deathly urgency the pair moved ever downwards, through unfinished rock, taking the final steps to the events which brought us all to this place. the tale of Moia may end here, at the convergence of two souls, but from there a new tale is forged. A tale still unfinished and written in an abyss not even I can yet penetrate. Leave me now. A horror is approaching, and I am weary...