The Hooded One Lowering the Water: You have found the Waterways? Search it for a control mechanism. Vaal technology, at least in that era, was based on engraved stonework and latent systems of channeled energy. It should be operational, even after all this time... drain the city, and let us see what ancient secrets Utzaal has kept protected for us.
Servi The Azak Bog: The Azak, them are true monsters. Not cannibals, no, but them will not hesitate to feed you to their war beasts. The Azak and the Orok tribes been fightin' almost as long as the Vaal been gone. But the Azak are beyond cruel. Their queen-witch, Ignagduk, she takes a child every blood moon night... for what, I won't say. If you cross into their territory, only death awaits you there.
Servi The Wetlands: The Wetlands are breeding grounds for the jungle's most vicious creatures. Pretty, it's true, with colours like sunshine in rain... but deadly all the same. Plenty a fool treasure hunter head there, but never return - least not alive. Watch out for the flowers that move without a breeze. Them are serpents, hidin' in the jungle, spittin' poison. A massive flyin' beast hunts that place. Some say it got the head of a lion, others say it looks like a Gorebeast. Some talk 'bout a tail like a Maraketh scorpion. But the truth? It doesn't matter. None from my tribe have set foot there in forty-three seasons.
The Hooded One Lowering the Water: You have found the Waterways? Search it for a control mechanism. Vaal technology, at least in that era, was based on engraved stonework and latent systems of channeled energy. It should be operational, even after all this time... drain the city, and let us see what ancient secrets Utzaal has kept protected for us.
Servi The Azak Bog: The Azak, them are true monsters. Not cannibals, no, but them will not hesitate to feed you to their war beasts. The Azak and the Orok tribes been fightin' almost as long as the Vaal been gone. But the Azak are beyond cruel. Their queen-witch, Ignagduk, she takes a child every blood moon night... for what, I won't say. If you cross into their territory, only death awaits you there.
Servi The Wetlands: The Wetlands are breeding grounds for the jungle's most vicious creatures. Pretty, it's true, with colours like sunshine in rain... but deadly all the same. Plenty a fool treasure hunter head there, but never return - least not alive. Watch out for the flowers that move without a breeze. Them are serpents, hidin' in the jungle, spittin' poison. A massive flyin' beast hunts that place. Some say it got the head of a lion, others say it looks like a Gorebeast. Some talk 'bout a tail like a Maraketh scorpion. But the truth? It doesn't matter. None from my tribe have set foot there in forty-three seasons.
