Elder Madox: I didn't expect this to be simple, but time is against us. What have you learned?

Witch: Oh, you know. His deepest fears, his true name, his favourite food...

Shadow: [DNT]

Sorceress: He clearly does not want to be followed.

Mercenary: His insults are getting more pointed and less funny.

Warrior: I've followed Tekaru, but I cannot catch him.

Ranger: I'm afraid to say, I didn't find much on my hunt.

Huntress: Not much. More elusive than a fox, that one.

Monk: Regrettably little. As much as I pursue him, he remains one step ahead.

Druid: He's got a mouth on him, that one. But not the stones to say it to my face.

Duelist: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: So you've learned nothing, I gather.

Elder Madox: It may sound strange, but that bodes well for us.

Elder Madox: Either way, the Winter Owl believes you've begun to ruffle the Raven's feathers.

Elder Madox: His power grows, but so does yours.

Huntress: He's frightful, aye, but huntin' {rathin} is in me blood.

Elder Madox: The Raven's words indeed bite, like a dog defending its bone. Wait... what is that within the mirror? Do you see it?

Warrior: I see... huh? What is that?

Witch: That strange little thing?

Sorceress: I am not sure what it is I see. A small, dark object of some sort.

Ranger: I see something... but what is it?

Huntress: Aye, Elder. I see it.

Mercenary: What, that shrivelled little thing?

Monk: Yes. I see it.

Druid: These old eyes see somethin' or other...

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: Forgive me such an odd instruction, but I think you must reach in and take it. I would, but I'm... old and tired.

Warrior: It's soft... like a fruit.

Witch: It's a fruit. Although not one I'd like to eat.

Sorceress: It's a fruit. Cursed and blackened.

Ranger: It's a fruit of some kind. Old. Rotten.

Huntress: It's a fruit. Not any fruit I've seen before, mind.

Mercenary: Were you hungry? I think it's a fruit.

Monk: It appears to be a rotten fruit.

Druid: Looks like a fruit... or the withered remains of one.

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: Can it be? I have read of this dark fruit. The Raven's tribe once believed it gifted them 'dark premonitions'. The tale of 'The Raven and the Hare' may be disputed, but his tribe was very real. I wonder... Yes. The Winter Owl agrees. Eat the fruit.

Warrior: Respectfully, Elder, it's gone bad...

Witch: You must be joking?

Sorceress: Are you serious? I would rather drink sand.

Ranger: Is there no other way?

Mercenary: This rotten thing? Ugh. For a million gold pieces, I'd consider it.

Druid: I feared ye'd gone mad. Now I {know} ye have.

Elder Madox: Is this truly the moment you give up? Eat it.

Elder Madox: Just be prepared for what you might see.

Warrior: Well, if there's truly no other way...

Witch: If I start choking, I'll have your head.

Sorceress: Ugh... if you insist. I place my trust in you.

Ranger: Ugh. Fine.

Mercenary: Oh, alright then. Down the hatch!

Monk: Let us see if your Owl speaks true.

Druid: Ugh... well let's get on with it.

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: Yes... this is it. The Withered Willow. This is where I believe the Raven Trickster was... born.

Warrior: Hm. What makes you think so?

Sorceress: Here? Are you certain?

Ranger: Never seen a tree with such an ominous energy.

Huntress: Oh, how'd you know?

Mercenary: Well, it's definitely a tree.

Monk: How can you tell this is the right tree?

Druid: Aye, there's somethin' terrible about this one.

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Shadow: ElderMadox_AtWitheredHub_A2_DexInt4

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Marauder: ElderMadox_AtWitheredHub_A2_Str4

Elder Madox: The tale speaks of a tribe driven mad long ago. Such a tribe was near to these parts. And this tree... it holds a secret, I am sure of it. Let us see.

Elder Madox: Behold! The tree bore an illusion! Hmm... but this mirror... misses a piece. If we restore this veiled glass, we might learn the truth.

Warrior: Another mirror? How will this help?

Ranger: What makes {this} mirror different?

Elder Madox: Patience! Soon you will understand.

Elder Madox: That is not what I meant! Focus now.

Elder Madox: Were you expecting a centuries-old mystery to have a straightforward answer?

Elder Madox: Now that the Raven is free, he could plunge all the world into madness. Spirit, guide us. If we've any chance of defeating him, we must uncover the truth beyond the tale of 'The Raven and the Hare' as we know it. Seek the Raven Trickster within his fog. We must shatter his illusions to see his truths.

Elder Madox: Seek the Raven Trickster within his fog. We must shatter his illusions to see his truths.

Strange Voice: Very clever! You are a quick study.

Elder Madox: My word... what am I seeing? Utter madness... misery... despair!

Warrior: Don't look at it too long then, old man.

Witch: Get a hold of yourself, would you? Tell me what you see.

Sorceress: Focus. What exactly do you see?

Ranger: But what {is} it?

Elder Madox: It seems this is a decanter of sorts. Clarifying all manner of horrors within, into a kind of... essence. I can see emotions... swirling in the liquid.

Warrior: Liquid emotions? Hmm. I found something similar from the fog demons.

Witch: Hmm. I plucked something similar off the corpse of a fog demon.

Sorceress: Perhaps that explains what I found earlier. It is a similar liquid to what you describe.

Ranger: Now that you mention it, I did find something similar earlier.

Huntress: I found this strange liquid earlier. Reckon it's the same thing?

Mercenary: Strangely enough, I know exactly what you're talkin' about. I found one earlier.

Monk: Hmm. During my quarrel with the fog demons, I found something similar.

Druid: Think I found just the same after my fight with the fog demons.

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Warrior: What? You {definitely} should stop looking at it...

Elder Madox: How... curious. I've a thought. Take this, then approach the decanter.

Elder Madox: The fog demons you faced earlier dropped something similar... I've a thought. Take this, then approach the decanter.

Elder Madox: Place the amulet. Go on.

Elder Madox: Now... pour the distilled emotions into the decanter. Observe what manifests.

Strange Voice: Such beautiful madness... The first to be distilled was unwilling, but the rest sought out their fate.

Elder Madox: Hold your tongue, Raven!

Elder Madox: Hmm. Most ponderous, indeed. The liquids... they are gone. Imbued upon the very amulet itself.

Elder Madox: Adorn it. Let us see what happens.

Elder Madox: The amulet reveals a story. A tale lost to time and delirium. This tale's ending... it may not be to your liking.

Elder Madox: I suspect the selection and arrangement of emotions is important to the story.

Elder Madox: Keep your eye sharp for these 'liquid emotions' from the fog demons. Perhaps, they will aid us on the journey.

Elder Madox: Now... I must tell you. The Winter Owl has shown me... The Raven's curse spreads.

Elder Madox: Here... his curse grows heavier.

Elder Madox: Go. Observe. But you must be strong... and do not listen to the Raven Trickster's words.

Elder Madox: Now, tell me... how do you feel?

Marauder: [DNT]

Warrior: I feel... out of sorts.

Shadow: [DNT]

Witch: This. Is. Incredible.

Sorceress: I feel nothing. Should I feel something? Wait... who are you?

Ranger: I... can't move... my legs.

Huntress: I'm seein' double. Hold still, old man!

Mercenary: Whoa... and I thought the opium dens in Trarthus were rough...

Druid: I've eaten my fair share of odd mushrooms in my day, but ach... this is {somethin'} {else.}

Elder Madox: You... enjoy this sensation? That is not what I expected.

Elder Madox: It is I, Madox! We've been talking the whole time.

Elder Madox: Yes, yes. Calm down.

Elder Madox: This feeling ought to pass... eventually. But now, the Winter Owl believes you are ready to chase down the Raven. Let his madness guide you.

Warrior: I see something. A path of sorts.

Witch: Well, well... I see a path! I think.

Sorceress: There it is! I see a path unfurl before us.

Ranger: It worked. I see a path.

Huntress: Well, whaddaya know? Let's see the Raven try to hide me from now.

Mercenary: Well, looky here. We've a breadcrumb trail to follow.

Monk: I see it. A new way forward.

Druid: Aye, that's done it. We've a trail to follow.

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: Good, but be careful when you find him. A beast is most dangerous when it's cornered.

Elder Madox: I never questioned how the Raven Trickster became a god. I believed the tribe was to blame. The boy was a scapegoat, made real by their fear. But I'd hoped, in learning the truth behind his tale, we could try to reason with him.

Ranger: From what I saw, the Raven Trickster is no god.

Huntress: The Raven's a special kind o' evil. He makes my blood run cold.

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Warrior: I still don't understand. How did the boy become Tekaru, the Deceiver?

Monk: Did you learn what you need? Can you stop the Raven Trickster?

Witch: He doesn't seem the reasonable sort. Even for a god. Or is he a demon?

Mercenary: Always thought Tangmazu was a strange one, even among gods. This 'origin story' only confirms that.

Sorceress: I know many tales of gods' ascensions, but the Raven's is unlike any I've heard.

Druid: Is the Raven even a god? Never seen someone worship him. And I've seen folk worship some dark forces.

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Elder Madox: Plenty of evil gods. He's no different there.

Elder Madox: I am not sure. I am trying to understand what just happened.

Elder Madox: I thought 'The Raven and the Hare' described the foundation of his eventual ascension. But how did the boy live long enough to ascend, if the Darkness caught him? If this is how the Raven Trickster was born... well, I've never heard of a child becoming a god.

Warrior: How do we know it's the right boy? I saw the Darkness attack him.

Elder Madox: You said the Darkness opened the boy's head?

Sorceress: Perhaps the boy was cursed after all.

Ranger: The Raven Trickster could be a servant of this Darkness.

Huntress: T'were not the Spirit that punished his tribe, but the Raven. And Darkness aided him.

Mercenary: Do you still believe it was the tribe's fear that made him a god? Awful long time to hold a grudge against a boy, cursed or not.

Monk: Can gods be made?

Druid: In the Wildwood, ideas can become gods. And quick, too.

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: If he was attacked, the boy would have died. The Darkness spared him.

Witch: It scratched his forehead open and poured something into him. Something potent.

Elder Madox: No child is born evil.

Elder Madox: That rings true. But there must be more to it.

Elder Madox: Perhaps. But why did the Darkness choose this child?

Elder Madox: No... I do not. The Darkness seems to have chosen the boy.

Elder Madox: In what sense? The divine spark once molded men into gods.

Elder Madox: That's true. But they cannot exist outside the Wildwood.

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Warrior: If the Darkness made him Tekaru, I would not consider him 'spared'.

Elder Madox: Then the boy was a vessel already capable of receiving the Darkness's gift.

Sorceress: On this, we disagree. The Darkness chose him. It saw his evil and embraced him.

Ranger: What makes you think so?

Huntress: Aye, a fair question. I've never heard tell o' Darkness that far from the Wildwood.

Mercenary: Unlucky kid. But better kids have experienced worse, I'm afraid.

Monk: The Darkness gave something to the boy. Could it have been this 'divine spark'?

Druid: Ach. That's where you're wrong. They can, and they do.

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: It must be a lonely existence. He'd be the only one of his kind.

Witch: Could that gift be the source of Tangmazu's power?

Elder Madox: It is possible that the boy was already chosen. That, I will concede.

Elder Madox: The Raven Trickster causes madness. I don't see how that benefits the Darkness.

Elder Madox: You're right... Maybe that's where the hare was headed?

Elder Madox: Yes, but this is not the same. The Spirit should have protected him.

Elder Madox: No. The Darkness is not of Divinity, nor of Corruption. It is something else...

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: Hmm. You've given me much to consider. The Winter Owl has gone silent. Perhaps this is something we should not know.

Elder Madox: No! No! I will not cut their throats...

Elder Madox: They are but babes!

Warrior: Old man... are you okay?

Witch: Is this a game?

Sorceress: What are you talking about?

Ranger: What are you raving about?

Huntress: I don't see any babes...

Mercenary: What's goin' on?

Monk: Are you alright?

Druid: What are ye talkin' about?

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: The only judgment I face is that of the Spirit! The Winter Owl sees {me} for who I am!

Warrior: Hmm... seems not.

Witch: I don't get it.

Sorceress: He does not hear me...

Ranger: Strange. It's like I'm not even here...

Huntress: Aye, the Spirit judges us all.

Mercenary: Mate... you lost your mind?

Monk: Judgment? What do you mean?

Druid: He's gone stark ravin' mad.

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: The Spirit connects our paths once more.

Elder Madox: I am Elder Madox of the Azmeri of Mount Kriar.

Elder Madox: The Winter Owl spoke to me. His enemy returns. The Raven Trickster... He of many names and many faces.

Warrior: Tekaru. Yes... I may have something to do with that.

Witch: Oh! The god in the fog... this is a touch awkward. Would you be upset if I told you I {may} have freed him?

Warrior: I have heard of this being, 'Tekaru'. He is a great threat.

Sorceress: Tales are told of this Raven. He has returned?

Ranger: If the Raven Trickster is free, we are in grave danger.

Huntress: The Raven Trickster? That's not good.

Mercenary: Who's that? Some kinda charlatan or somethin'?

Monk: I have heard his name in the wind. He seems a force to be reckoned with.

Druid: Now there's a name I'd hoped never to hear again. If ye speak true, the world is in grave danger.

Witch: And what does that have to do with anything?

Shadow: [DNT]

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Elder Madox: I am probably best not to ask how. I suppose... it was only a matter of time.

Elder Madox: Indeed.

Elder Madox: Please, heed my words!

Elder Madox: With the land now tormented, his power will only grow. He must be stopped.

Warrior: What must be done?

Witch: Fine, I'll help. What do you need?

Sorceress: I see. How can I assist you?

Ranger: Agreed. But how?

Huntress: I'll do what I can for ya.

Mercenary: Alright, I'm in. Where do we start?

Monk: Then stop him we shall.

Druid: What d'ye need from me?

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: Your aid would be most welcome. I am retracing the Raven Trickster's tale, 'The Raven and the Hare'. Not all the Elders believe it is a true retelling of his story...

Warrior: What made you leave Mount Kriar? I got the impression you'd planned to stay.

Witch: You left your mountain perch. Why was that, exactly?

Sorceress: You've travelled far from your mountain. I thought you intended to see out your days there.

Ranger: You told me you would observe from the mountain peak for the rest of your days. What made you leave?

Huntress: Did you observe all you needed to on Mount Kriar then?

Mercenary: Why'd you leave Mount Kriar? Kinda figured that'd be your home until you croaked.

Monk: When first we met, you said you would remain on Mount Kriar until your death.Yet here you are.

Druid: Once was, you planned to die on that mountain o' yours. Seems you found another callin'.

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: No. I was needed here.

Elder Madox: I was needed here.

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: During my observation, the Winter Owl told me of the Raven Trickster's return. I have spent much of my life studying the history of the Azmeri. I know how large a threat he poses.

Warrior: Noble of you, to answer such a calling. Especially after the loss of your tribe.

Witch: Ahh, this is your redemption for not saving your tribe! Sad...

Sorceress: Then it was the Winter Owl who bid you fight back?

Ranger: So, the Winter Owl asked you to abandon your observation?

Mercenary: So you're here doin' the Owl's biddin'?

Duelist: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Huntress: The Winter Owl was wise to guide you here.

Monk: Not just to the Azmeri, but to us all.

Templar: [DNT]

Druid: And you intend to answer that threat.

Shadow: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: There is no balm for the sorrow I feel.

Elder Madox: It was my choice to come here, as it was my choice to observe there.

Elder Madox: Indeed.

Elder Madox: I do... while I still can.

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: Gazing toward the past... I was too distracted to prevent the carnage on Mount Kriar. Now, the wisdom I've gathered might prevent even greater evils.

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Warrior: [DNT]

Witch: [DNT]

Sorceress: [DNT]

Ranger: [DNT]

Huntress: [DNT]

Mercenary: [DNT]

Monk: [DNT]

Druid: [DNT]

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Ranger: [DNT]

Monk: [DNT]

Druid: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Warrior: [DNT]

Witch: [DNT]

Sorceress: [DNT]

Ranger: [DNT]

Huntress: [DNT]

Mercenary: [DNT]

Monk: [DNT]

Druid: [DNT]

Duelist: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: The Winter Owl is neither animal, nor god. He is one of the Spirit's guardians.

Huntress: Aye, I've seen these guardians hunt {rathin} marked by the Spirit's wisps.

Elder Madox: Yes. The wisps and the guardians work together to heal this land.

Elder Madox: The wisps mark creatures for the guardians to hunt. They work in harmony, but are not the same.

Elder Madox: The guardians embody aspects of life. The Winter Owl, for example, represents wisdom. Our actions and beliefs inform which guardian we follow. We Azmeri believe in balance. While I observe, there are others better suited to act. Perhaps a warrior, guided by the Frenzied Boar. Or a leader, guided by the Noble Wolf.

Huntress: I know of the guardians, but I've never heard any of them speak.

Mercenary: But to be clear, he's not a talkin' owl?

Warrior: Then you converse with these guardians?

Witch: But {how} do they guide you? They don't even talk.

Elder Madox: You will not hear their words until you have travelled far with them. Which guardian do you follow?

Elder Madox: Just because you cannot hear him, does not mean he cannot speak.

Elder Madox: I can. But that is not the only shape their guidance takes.

Elder Madox: Oh, they are not mutes. Merely selective about when they choose to speak.

Elder Madox: He {can} speak... when he chooses to. Sometimes it is wisest to say nothing at all.

Huntress: I've not chosen. How did you know the Winter Owl was your guardian?

Mercenary: Can't you just... ask him to talk to me, then?

Witch: You're telling me this Owl is holding out on us? Let's make it squawk.

Sorceress: Sometimes... but not always. Silence seems a poor form of guidance.

Elder Madox: That's not how it works! You are not ready for his words.

Elder Madox: How to explain... The Winter Owl has guided me throughout my life, starting more subtly. Feelings, at first. Then glimpses of his form. Whispers on the wind. Now, a constant companion. The less time I have in this world, the clearer his words become.

Elder Madox: Oh... yes. I can recite it for you. I've done so many a time. {Upon the peaks where mountains moan, A babe were left in frost and stone.} {Dark eyed stare, black hair of night, A raven near, watching silent, no flight.} {Tribe took him in with hearthfire grace, Fed milk from doe, but chill were his trace.} {Crops found rot, herds soon fell. Elder sought Spirit, no sage counsel.} {Starved, mad, they cried: 'Foul omen, see!' Loosed a hare for him to chase to endless trees.} {Boy ran through gloom, lost unto night, 'Spirit bless!' but fresh curses came alight.} {Nightmares choked, tribe to madness fell, Waking death, 'neath the raven's knell.} {A child is sacred, no less, no more. A child is of the Spirit born.}

Warrior: A chilling tale. But how can you be sure this boy became... so much more?

Ranger: And you believe this boy became the Raven Trickster? How?

Mercenary: Maybe I missed it, but how did the boy become Tangmazu?

Duelist: [DNT]

Templar: [DNT]

Witch: It's a nice story, but how does it connect to old 'Fog God'?

Marauder: [DNT]

Sorceress: I don't understand. The child was cursed! The tribe did what was necessary.

Monk: The tale is not sound. The boy became the Raven. That means he lived.

Huntress: Spirit's revenge on those who kill a child. But he must've survived, if he became the Raven?

Druid: I never knew the Spirit to be so vengeful. There's many an ill omen out in the woods...

Shadow: [DNT]

Elder Madox: I can't be sure. But I trust in the Winter Owl's wisdom. And he tells me this boy became the Raven.

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: And I will never understand how the Maraketh could... hmph. That is not the point.

Elder Madox: You are wise. Why would the Spirit punish the Raven's tribe if the boy survived?

Elder Madox: Yes... I feel there were other forces at play. But the tale has no mention of them.

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Shadow: [DNT]

Elder Madox: [DNT]

Elder Madox: I'm not one to question the Spirit's will, but his tribe's suffering went beyond simple justice. Who was the boy? What was his tribe's curse? These are the answers we seek.

Elder Madox: You return. What did the fruit show you?

Warrior: I saw everyone I know, dead. He said it was my fault.

Witch: He implied I was irredeemable. As if I haven't heard that one before. Oh, and there were dead people. Quite a lot of them.

Sorceress: That demon... he is too wicked for words. I refuse to believe what I saw. It was some sort of twisted reality.

Ranger: The Raven... he was inside my head. He showed me terrible things.

Huntress: That Raven is full o' nothin' but bluster an' blame.

Mercenary: A whole load o' things I'd rather not repeat.

Monk: A series of visions, each one more terrifying than the last.

Druid: One o' the worst voyages I ever had, that. Saw death 'round every bend.

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Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: I see. So, it was no premonition after all. Though you may see truth in the Raven's illusions, they are not real.

Warrior: Wait... there was another mirror, but in it, I saw a boy.

Witch: What about the boy? Was he real?

Ranger: I did look in his mirror. I think I saw the boy from your tale.

Huntress: The Raven Trickster were gazin' at a boy in the mirror.

Mercenary: It's a pretty good parlour trick. You don't think any of it was real? What about the boy? Or the, uh, pile of gold?

Monk: It was not all illusion. I saw the boy you speak of.

Sorceress: Yes, I know. He got one thing wrong, though... At the end of his torments, he showed me a boy. But I do not have a son.

Druid: Some of it were true. My Aoife... I know she is already dead.

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Elder Madox: A son? Wait...

Elder Madox: I'm sorry to hear that.

Druid: The wee lad in the mirror may well've been dead too.

Elder Madox: You saw the boy? You saw past your own reflection and into the Raven's! For an innocent child to become such a monster... there must be more to this tale.

Warrior: I tried talking to the boy. The mirror shattered and I grabbed this.

Witch: He can't be all bad. He left me a present!

Sorceress: We will learn the truth... and perhaps this will help.

Ranger: Few people in this world are truly innocent. And there was something else. Before I came to, I picked this up.

Huntress: Aye, must be. And I think I found a clue.

Mercenary: If the boy was real, then this might be real too.

Monk: As the vision faded, I took this. It called to me.

Druid: And what do ye make o' this?

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Elder Madox: Let me see that! Is that the missing piece from the mirror? Hmm... approach the tree. Complete his mirror. Find the boy, and learn the truth.

Elder Madox: Thank you. I know not where I was. You saved me from utter madness.

Ranger: We meet again, Elder Madox. Are you alright?

Monk: It is an honour, Elder. Are you well enough to talk?

Witch: You're rather far from the mountains, Elder. Are you lost?

Mercenary: Admirin' your own reflection, Elder?

Huntress: Alright, Elder? Has observation brought ya here?

Druid: I can scarce believe my eyes. What drew ye from yer mountain perch?

Warrior: Last I saw you... I was sure you'd have died of chill in those mountains.

Sorceress: Elder, are you well? Why have you left your mountain?

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Warrior: I wasn't sure what I was seeing... but I'm glad to see you well.

Witch: Saving people seems to be what I do now. And you are?

Sorceress: It would be dishonourable to have left you in such a state.

Ranger: Used to be, I would've left you alone. But we live in strange times. We should help those who need it.

Huntress: You have the look of an Azmeri Elder. But so far from home?

Mercenary: Respectfully, old man, what {were} you doin'?

Elder Madox: Yes, I'm alright. But I bring grim news.

Elder Madox: What? No, I'm not... now listen.

Elder Madox: The Spirit connects our paths once more.

Elder Madox: Grave news called me here.

Elder Madox: I have you to thank for that! Now...

Elder Madox: Dishonourable... and yet, expected. Now, allow me to introduce myself.

Elder Madox: That we should. Now, allow me to introduce myself.

Elder Madox: Ah, a fellow mountain-born. I greet you.

Elder Madox: Sadly... not much of anything, other than trying to escape. Now listen...

Elder Madox: Firstly...

Elder Madox: As am I! Now...

Elder Madox: I am Elder Madox of the Azmeri of Mount Kriar.

Elder Madox: The Winter Owl spoke to me. His enemy returns. The Raven Trickster... He of many names and many faces.

Warrior: Tekaru. Yes... I may have something to do with that.

Witch: Oh! The god in the fog... this is a touch awkward. Would you be upset if I told you I {may} have freed him?

Warrior: I have heard of this being, 'Tekaru'. He is a great threat.

Sorceress: Tales are told of this Raven. He has returned?

Ranger: If the Raven Trickster is free, we are in grave danger.

Huntress: The Raven Trickster? That's not good.

Mercenary: Who's that? Some kinda charlatan or somethin'?

Monk: I have heard his name in the wind. He seems a force to be reckoned with.

Druid: Now there's a name I'd hoped never to hear again. If ye speak true, the world is in grave danger.

Witch: And what does that have to do with anything?

Shadow: [DNT]

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Elder Madox: I am probably best not to ask how. I suppose... it was only a matter of time.

Elder Madox: Indeed.

Elder Madox: Please, heed my words!

Elder Madox: With the land now tormented, his power will only grow. He must be stopped.

Warrior: What must be done?

Witch: Fine, I'll help. What do you need?

Sorceress: I see. How can I assist you?

Ranger: Agreed. But how?

Huntress: I'll do what I can for ya.

Mercenary: Alright, I'm in. Where do we start?

Monk: Then stop him we shall.

Druid: What d'ye need from me?

Duelist: [DNT]

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Elder Madox: Your aid would be most welcome. I am retracing the Raven Trickster's tale, 'The Raven and the Hare'. Not all the Elders believe it is a true retelling of his story... But I believe it, because I have {seen} where it took place.

Elder Madox: We must go to that original site. There, the Winter Owl will reveal more to us, I know it.

Warrior: Not to worry, Elder. I can accompany you.

Witch: I'm positively {dying} to hear what he has to say.

Elder Madox: You will not hear his words. But there is still much you can learn from him.

Mercenary: Bollocks... Had me excited there for a minute. Ah, well. Guess I'm in anyway.

Elder Madox: What happened to you, boy?

The Raven: I was chasin' a hare... and... and a monster found me and it... it...

Elder Madox: A monster? Tell me what you remember!

The Raven: It showed me... how to prolong their suffering.

Elder Madox: What? You're not well, boy. But the Spirit can still save you.

The Raven: Your Spirit led me to the monster, and left me to die.

Elder Madox: No, that can't be right. All children are sacred to the Spirit!

The Raven: Are you quite certain of that?

Warrior: The Karui call him Tekaru. The Ezomytes call him the Black Crow. Are you sure he is Azmeri?

Witch: Tangmazu, Tekaru, the Raven Trickster... personally, I prefer 'Fog God'. Either way, he's quite the celebrity!

Mercenary: This Raven Trickster does get around.

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Sorceress: The Karui call him Tekaru. Some call him Tangmazu. Why is that?

Ranger: Does every culture have their own Trickster?

Huntress: The Raven Trickster seems to be everywhere now. Uncanny, that one.

Monk: I had never heard of your Raven. Yet he is known by the Karui and the Azmeri. How many cultures revere him as a god?

Druid: The Raven Trickster... now that he's free, cannae imagine what he might do here.

Shadow: [DNT]

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Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: The Winter Owl believes it is so.

Elder Madox: He is not the only god known across cultures. Our Last Children are rightfully honoured! But that is different.

Elder Madox: He has darkened many a sky on Wraeclast.

Elder Madox: It is always the same being. He of many names and many faces.

Elder Madox: Yes, child. That is why so many people tell tales of his misdeeds.

Elder Madox: He is known by many, Monk. But I would not say he is 'revered'.

Elder Madox: In ancient times, the Raven's wrath was not limited by distance.

Elder Madox: [DNT]

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Warrior: How could he be in so many places at once?

Sorceress: Poetic. Is that why you call him the Raven?

Ranger: How is that possible? How could he be in so many places?

Huntress: Always assumed some o' the tales must be false. Now, I don't know.

Druid: I suppose we should be thankful there's no more gods he can bed.

Shadow: [DNT]

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Marauder: [DNT]

Elder Madox: Origins can be lost to time, but... his presence in so many tales {is} strange.

Elder Madox: The Raven Trickster's notoriety only proves how large a threat he is.

Warrior: Perhaps we could imprison him again?

Druid: Could we not catch him again? I've caught bigger game.

Monk: How is he different from your other gods, then?

Witch: Yes, well... there's always a threat somewhere, I suppose.

Sorceress: A threat, maybe... but not invulnerable. We will triumph, in the end.

Ranger: We already know imprisoning him doesn't work. That calls for a more... {permanent} solution.

Elder Madox: I fear he won't fall for such a trap again.

Elder Madox: Some gods show mercy. He is not capable.

Elder Madox: Indeed.

Elder Madox: We must succeed. The Raven is not content to torture the few or the weak. He turned gods on each other. Stopping him would be a great boon to this world.

Elder Madox: Is this story time!? Ugh. The First Children were sent to us for protection. They were nothing but trouble. Banished into the wastes, despite the ash and famine. Tragic. The People of the Mountains were very proud of the {Last} Children, though.

Elder Madox: I saw what was coming. The wayward spear and her people... They lost sight of the Spirit. They fell to the promises of the Snake. I should have acted. But I did not. And now, I observe... alone.

Elder Madox: I am Elder Madox. Here... I observe the biting chill of the gale... ... while I mourn our losses. The Winter Owl blesses you, and the Spirit concedes. I have little time left in this world, and I am on my last adventure. From here, I shall observe winter across three weeks of night. Then, I shall join the wisdom of owls who came before me. Before you depart... I bear a gift.

Elder Madox: I am Elder Madox. Your silencing of the Wayward Spear has calmed the Spirit. Here... I observe the biting chill of the gale... ... while I mourn our losses. The Winter Owl blesses you, and the Spirit concedes. I have little time left in this world, and I am on my last adventure. From here, I shall observe winter across three weeks of night. Then, I shall join the wisdom of owls who came before me. Before you depart... I bear a gift.

Elder Madox: Solari, Lunari, and Viridi, of course. I know that you know them! How could you not? Solari and Lunari are right there in the sky, and Viridi is beneath your very feet! You tease an old man. Leave me be.

Elder Madox: The Mother Soul was hope. The will to carry on, no matter the cost. No matter the sacrifice. No matter the {consequences}... The People of the Mountains cut ties with the Mother Soul long ago. We know not why, only that it happened. The First Children might be the only ones that could recall such things now.

Elder Madox: The Spirit is all things. The Spirit is the world, and it is us... but the Snake stands alone. The Snake whispers. Lies. Manipulates. It has been so since the time of the Mother Soul. And now it speaks as the Spirit, but is not, leading the foolish to ruin.

Elder Madox: It is my choice. My decision. I've lost greatly. In a moment's hesitation, I allowed untold suffering to befall my tribe. So now. I observe. Not as penance. Not for forgiveness. Just so.