Scion Text Audio /80
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| Why not just execute us and be done with it, Dominus? Scion1 — Scion |
| So it's true... dead men walk in Wraeclast. Scion2 — Scion |
| I'll not be joining you today, dead man. Scion3 — Scion |
| I've a simple choice ahead of me. Kill... or be eaten. Scion4 — Scion |
| From Oriath to Axiom, one prison to another. Scion5 — Scion |
| You remind me of my ex-husband. Scion6 — Scion |
| The wall between life and death is crumbling. Scion7 — Scion |
| Shore leave is over, captain. Scion8 — Scion |
| Why must men turn us into monsters? Scion9 — Scion |
| Savagery thrives all around me. Scion10 — Scion |
| The men here should have listened to their hearts. Their minds were not their own. Scion11 — Scion |
| Someone had to put an end to this cruel experiment. Scion12 — Scion |
| After what this land's become, your kind still manages to make it worse. Scion13 — Scion |
| Women like you give the rest of us a bad name. Scion14 — Scion |
| There's your 'peace', Oak. The only peace that anyone can expect in Wraeclast. Scion15 — Scion |
| Oh my God, no! If there's a way to put this right, I have to find it. Scion16 — Scion |
| The least we can do in life is tidy up after ourselves. Scion17 — Scion |
| Sarn, where emperors ruled... and died, just like everyone else. Scion18 — Scion |
| You are remembered only for the mess you leave behind. Scion19 — Scion |
| If left to its own devices, all of Wraeclast would come to be this way. Scion20 — Scion |
| It seems that even Time loses its will in Wraeclast. Scion21 — Scion |
| Men like you shall not inherit Wraeclast. Scion22 — Scion |
| I know of only one woman capable of such depravity. Piety. Scion23 — Scion |
| You should die a thousand times over for what you've done. Scion24 — Scion |
| This tower says it all. Pride killed the Eternal Empire. Scion25 — Scion |
| I prefer the view from where I'm standing now, Dominus. Scion26 — Scion |
| I've killed the puppet. Now I just need to follow the strings to his master. Scion27 — Scion |
| The Empire didn't need a cataclysm. It created its own desolation. Scion28 — Scion |
| Sin is the crack through which Nightmare seeps. What was your Sin, Voll? Pride? Scion29 — Scion |
| The Beast knows that I'm here. Scion30 — Scion |
| Yes, Beast, you have every reason to be afraid. Scion31 — Scion |
| You will be the first of many to throw off Nightmare's shackles, Deshret. Scion32 — Scion |
| As your terror grows, Beast, so does my resolve. Scion33 — Scion |
| You have my pity, slave. Scion34 — Scion |
| Love was the blade that you turned upon yourself, Sword King. Scion35 — Scion |
| I stand within the tortured mind of Kaom himself. Scion36 — Scion |
| Save your breath for the Ancestors, Kaom. You'll need it. Scion37 — Scion |
| Nightmare, made real. Scion38 — Scion |
| This twisting of flesh and life... both brilliant and insane. Scion39 — Scion |
| I'm sorry, Maligaro, but I can be quite critical when it comes to Art. Scion40 — Scion |
| The world doesn't want your kind of 'beauty', Shavronne. Scion41 — Scion |
| This was the only way to satisfy your appetite, Doedre. Scion42 — Scion |
| I have the only answer I need, Piety. The Beast dies. Scion43 — Scion |
| Poor Malachai. You spent three centuries fighting Death, and in all that time, not once did you take the time to live. Scion44 — Scion |
| Though we were worlds apart before, exile has brought us together.
Back in Oriath, there were those that referred to me as the wonder child, but as you've likely discovered, titles mean little here. Wonder, Exile, monster, hero... it's not the name that defines you. It's what you do that makes you what you are in Wraeclast.
Thank you. You have given me what matters most: the freedom to finish what I started. Scion45 — Scion |
| Can I not have but a moment's respite? Scion46 — Scion |
| Can I not have but a moment's respite? Scion47 — Scion |
| I haven't quite the finesse for this. Scion48 — Scion |
| I haven't quite the finesse for this. Scion49 — Scion |
| Ah... much better. Scion50 — Scion |
| Ah... much better. Scion51 — Scion |
| I wouldn't know where to start with that. Scion52 — Scion |
| I wouldn't know where to start with that. Scion53 — Scion |
| Far too much baggage. Scion54 — Scion |
| Far too much baggage. Scion55 — Scion |
| I have nothing more to give. Scion56 — Scion |
| I have nothing more to give. Scion57 — Scion |
| I'll be needing that in the near future. Scion58 — Scion |
| I'll be needing that in the near future. Scion59 — Scion |
| Your death is a mercy. Scion60 — Scion |
| Your death is a mercy. Scion61 — Scion |
| Sleep now, little nightmare. Scion62 — Scion |
| Sleep now, little nightmare. Scion63 — Scion |
| And kindly stay dead. Scion64 — Scion |
| And kindly stay dead. Scion65 — Scion |
| That felt disturbingly good. Scion66 — Scion |
| That felt disturbingly good. Scion67 — Scion |
| Your torment is over. Scion68 — Scion |
| Your torment is over. Scion69 — Scion |
| Neither the time nor the place. Scion70 — Scion |
| Neither the time nor the place. Scion71 — Scion |
| Too weighty a prospect for me. Scion72 — Scion |
| Too weighty a prospect for me. Scion73 — Scion |
| Exile is a lesson and I've always been a fast study. Scion74 — Scion |
| Life grows, even in a graveyard. Scion75 — Scion |
| I learn, I kill, I live. Scion76 — Scion |
| I might just earn my 'wonder child' title yet. Scion77 — Scion |
| Power corrupts and corruption empowers. Scion78 — Scion |
| There's no resting on your laurels in Wraeclast. Scion79 — Scion |
| I have become a walking nightmare. Scion80 — Scion |
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