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NPC	Name
Wings of Vastiri	Coming soon
Sekhema's Resolve	Though the summer of centuries burns the Vastiri to dust, we remain, unchanged.
Against the Darkness	After the fires, in the depths of the Winter of the World, all life in the Vastiri banded together. Whether serpent, hyena, human, or golem, hated enemies clasped hand to claw, built refuge, and fought side by side against the Abyssals. Thus, the Third Pact was born.
The Horn of the Vastiri	When Orbala drew in a mighty breath and sounded the Horn, every tent in the whole of the Plains blew wildly open.
Rusted Abyss Scarab	As the hordes of bone and blood and foul magic surge across the Vastiri Plains, the scant survivors of our akhara agree to your alliance, ash-scarred Ahkeli. Disorder means death. Order may mean life.
Polished Abyss Scarab	Your golems and your leadership have slowed the tide of death, Clayshaper. The relics of power you bid us find have kept the Vastiri Plains from the brink of oblivion. The defences of the Maraketh will hold.
Mirror of Teklatipitzi	"I'll give it to her and tell her 'It once held the reflection of a Queen, and now it will once more.' Anton can cross the Vastiri on his family fruits if he thinks he loves her like I do."
Nashta's War Journal	"Wraeclast is harsh, and the Plains of Vastiri are unforgiving. We Maraketh can ill afford an internal war. We must prove that Nashta is behind these attacks."

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Rusted Abyss Scarab BaseItemTypes	As the hordes of bone and blood and foul magic surge across the Vastiri Plains, the scant survivors of our akhara agree to your alliance, ash-scarred Ahkeli. Disorder means death. Order may mean life.
Polished Abyss Scarab BaseItemTypes	Your golems and your leadership have slowed the tide of death, Clayshaper. The relics of power you bid us find have kept the Vastiri Plains from the brink of oblivion. The defences of the Maraketh will hold.
Mirror of Teklatipitzi BaseItemTypes	"I'll give it to her and tell her 'It once held the reflection of a Queen, and now it will once more.' Anton can cross the Vastiri on his family fruits if he thinks he loves her like I do."
Nashta's War Journal BaseItemTypes	"Wraeclast is harsh, and the Plains of Vastiri are unforgiving. We Maraketh can ill afford an internal war. We must prove that Nashta is behind these attacks."
The Horn of the Vastiri BaseItemTypes	When Orbala drew in a mighty breath and sounded the Horn, every tent in the whole of the Plains blew wildly open.
Int_4a_M1_Tut_tunnel1 CharacterTextAudio	This is a far cry from the Vastiri Plains. I may lack the foresight of my dastanha, but I can see that these guards are poorly equipped for the struggles ahead.
Int4b_Gameplay_A1_07 CharacterTextAudio	I have wandered the Vastiri... This was not a challenge.
Int4b_Gameplay_A1_09 CharacterTextAudio	It is strange to think... the Vastiri was once home to such forests...
Int4b_Gameplay_A2_01 CharacterTextAudio	I did not know if I would see the Vastiri again... It is good to be home.
Str4b_Gameplay_A2_26 CharacterTextAudio	The Vastiri Desert is a strange and deadly place.
Dex4_Gameplay_EndGame_26 CharacterTextAudio	Red sands... A reminder of the Vastiri.
Int4b_Gameplay_Endgame_56 CharacterTextAudio	The air here is as dry as the Vastiri.
Int4b_Wild_FlaskEmpty_NoCombat_02_01 CharacterTextAudio	Dry as the Vastiri.
Int4b_Wild_FlaskEmpty_NoCombat_02_02 CharacterTextAudio	Dry as the Vastiri.
Int4b_Wild_FlaskEmpty_NoCombat_02_03 CharacterTextAudio	Dry as the Vastiri.
Vastiri Outskirts MapPins	Corruption has come to the desert, but these sands have always been red.
NinjaCopIntro NPCTextAudio	I am Jun Ortoi, of the sun-scorched plains of Vastiri. I am investigating the disappearance of several prominent exiles. I have surreptitiously been observing your movements since you washed ashore. The way you handled the blacksmith showed me you are suitable for the task I must ask of you. Wraeclast is lawless, but it is not without justice, and some here are more deserving of death than others. The missing were good people. Capable fighters doing what they could to bring light to a situation mired in darkness. I believe they were taken by a group calling themselves the Immortal Syndicate, and I fear they will not be the last.
JunOrtoiIntroduction NPCTextAudio	I am Jun Ortoi, of the sun-scorched plains of Vastiri. I am investigating the disappearance of several prominent exiles. I have surreptitiously been observing your movements since you washed ashore. The way you handled the blacksmith showed me you are suitable for the task I must ask of you. Wraeclast is lawless, but it is not without justice, and some here are more deserving of death than others. The missing were good people. Capable fighters doing what they could to bring light to a situation mired in darkness. I believe they were taken by a group calling themselves the Immortal Syndicate, and I fear they will not be the last.
JunAct9TownIntro NPCTextAudio	I am Jun Ortoi, of the sun-scorched plains of Vastiri. I am investigating the disappearance of several prominent exiles. I have surreptitiously been observing your movements for some time. The way you slew the monster beneath this mountain tells me you are suitable for what I must ask of you. Wraeclast is lawless, but it is not without justice, and some here are more deserving of death than others. The missing were good people. Capable fighters doing what they could to bring light to a situation mired in darkness. I believe they were taken by a group calling themselves the Immortal Syndicate, and I fear they will not be the last.
AdiyahContractOneStart NPCTextAudio	This contract touches upon my very reason for being here. It concerns my sister, Nashta, and a Spear. Growing up, Nashta was unable to follow the traditions of our people. She chafed at the rules. She earned many tattoos of shame for her violations, and each time she was punished, she only grew more rebellious. Not long ago, she fled from the Plains of Vastiri entirely, and scores of delinquents went with her. They have since terrorised many with their banditry, but duty required I track her down when she stole Solerai's Spear from a Sarn merchant of ill repute. I live among these thieves and scoundrels because this is her world, and in this place I hear more about her activities in a single moon than I would in a year spent looking for her on my own. We must retrieve the Spear. We cannot allow her to wield a weapon of Maraketh tradition in so disrespectful a manner. This is my duty, as Nashta is my sister. This contract makes it your duty as well.
AdiyahGossipAboutHome NPCTextAudio	I prefer not to name my {akhara} in the presence of these persons of ill repute, but I can say that I am from the northern reaches of the Plains of Vastiri. My home caravan has ninety-two carts, all of which are beautifully set with colourful tapestries and shaped metal. It is a life and land unlike this one. Difficult, duty-bound, but rewarding. I will return there someday, when my duty here is at an end. I still owe a debt to the Boss for allowing me a place here. Nashta may be dead, but I will stay here for a few more moons.
GiannaContractOne NPCTextAudio	Just my luck! Of course you are put on my contract. Do you even know anything about the theatre? The cursed play? The one no performer should ever name, lest they end up consumed by the phantom that haunts it? It's said that the play's author wrote it while high as an eagle on ergot. He didn't know, of course, and died upon penning the final word. The play, whose name I shall not utter, is about a beautiful young lady who finds herself swept into a world beneath the sands of the Vastiri, where the dead have built a city of bones. She marries a statue, becomes the queen of this city, and then her skin peels off and a hundred little versions of her spill out. Completely nutty. It's locked up with the rest of the works deemed distasteful by the Templar, and I simply must have it.
NenetContractOneStart NPCTextAudio	I am honoured, Exile, that one of your strength would even speak to me, let alone help me. I am an outcast, and it is that very status which drives me for this mission. I have traveled far, and for many years, to find the resources and allies to do what I intend. Here I am in this place, before you now, ready. Where I am from, the Plains of Vastiri, the Maraketh hold no pity for the weak or the supposedly useless. The other outcasts found me and raised me, and though our lives are harsh, we have a meager culture of our own. We call ourselves the Faridun. The Maraketh believe we are worthless and flawed, but I am convinced I can prove that is not true. There is a legend among my people of a bold warrior who tried to unite the scattered Faridun camps thousands of years ago. His name was Jamanra, and he wished only to unify us so that we might come into our own as a people. If I can prove that he existed by finding the Book of Jamanra, then I may be able to initiate a ritual challenge with the Maraketh to test Faridun warriors for worthiness. If we pass, they will have to accept us back into the lives we should have had! Will you help me win back my home, Exile?
NenetContractTwoStart NPCTextAudio	I have come to a decision, Exile. I do not believe the Maraketh will ever willingly give us a home, or let us make our own. The Book you helped me retrieve tells Jamanra's tale, but it goes a bit further than that. It also tells of his final resting place. You can already guess what I intend, yes? In this land of madness where the dead rise and legendary figures return, I have a reasonable suspicion Jamanra can be found and released from his tomb. If the Maraketh will not listen to our peaceful pleas, then perhaps we Faridun will carve a home for ourselves on the Plains of Vastiri with the sharp edge of a sword. Jamanra can finish what he began thousands of years ago, and if he is empowered by Corruption this time around, then no cowardly poison will be able to stop him. Help me find Jamanra in his tomb and convince him to lead our cause, Exile!
NenetAboutPlainsOfVastiri NPCTextAudio	It is an elegant lie, that name: the 'Plains' of Vastiri. I know it only as a harsh desert, a blasted wasteland of broken rock, crimson sands, and salted earth. Those who call it the 'Plains' see it as it was thousands of years ago. They are deluded. But who am I to judge? I still believe I'll find a home someday, even with a face like mine. Perhaps we all need a few delusions to keep us sane. What's your flavour of madness, Exile?
NilesGodslayer NPCTextAudio	I don't know how you convinced a city full of people that you slew some sort of rampaging god, but I've seen artists' depictions of Kitava's supposed rampage. There is no way that the ground could support a being that large. Did you see the footprints? Clearly fake, carved by Templar artisans to deceive the populace. The river of blood was accomplished with diluted crimson mud from the Plains of Vastiri. It's really quite simple when you think about it. As for your own experience, there are records of gasses seeping from the crypts that once caused a whole village to believe they were fish. They flopped on the ground, gasping for air. They even died! Have you considered you may be a victim of a similar occurrence?
JamanraIntro NPCTextAudio	The Scourge of the Vastiri will ride once more. All will bow - or die!
LachlannOnOgham NPCTextAudio	Ogham? Oh yes, Ogham... this is the oldest home of the Ezomytes as we know ourselves. Past generations departed from here to settle Ezomyr and the Isles of Skothe. We did not always call this part of Phaaryl our homeland... and now the Eternals have come with their armies and laid claim to this place. It'll be a cold day in the Vastiri Desert before we submit!
HoodedOneGeonorDeathSequenceThird NPCTextAudio	Hmm... From the Vastiri?
MysticRankAndStatus NPCTextAudio	I have a very long official title, but you may simply address me as Zarka. The young ones will harp on and on about our strict traditions, but I'm old enough to get away with it, so I do! My role is that of a keeper of tales. I was chosen by my predecessor, rather than being allowed to become a {dekhara} or perform other duties. I am not permitted near combat, for the stories I keep are one of our most valuable resources. We understand the plains of Vastiri through the lens of these words handed down to us over the centuries. We see what used to lie where sand dwells now, and hear the bold proclamations and lamentations of yesteryear. That is my role, to be the worldly eyes and ears of the Ardura.
BalbalaOnVastiri NPCTextAudio	What happened to the Plains of Vastiri? The land has changed so much since the time of my imprisonment. There were several desert regions slowly spreading, but it wasn't like this. The very Gates where I committed my crimes were water-locks for a river. Now, there is nothing but sand and salt flats. How could they have allowed this to happen?
ClearfellGuardVastiriArrivalMale NPCTextAudio	Well, sir... We have arrived. The Vastiri awaits. Good luck to you.
ClearfellGuardVastiriArrivalFemale NPCTextAudio	Well, my lady... We have arrived. The Vastiri awaits. Good luck to you.
DefectorOnTheDreadnought NPCTextAudio	We Faridun have never had grand caravans. In our preparations, Jamanra tasked our people with building one of our own. The intent shifted as madness crept upon him. Soon, it became the greatest war machine the Vastiri has ever known. The wish for a better life was gone. Only thoughts of hatred were left.
MarakethMatriarchAscentQuestStart NPCTextAudio	You have done as well as can be expected on your own, {jingakh}. It will soon be time for our goals to coincide. Many other {akharas} have heard of our victories, but more have suffered from the sudden tide of Corruption. Our distant sisters have chosen to join the war to defeat this would-be King and destroy the Seed of Corruption. The Faridun have assembled a tremendous Dreadnought far larger than any one caravan. As we speak, it is barreling through the heart of the Vastiri, leaving devastation in its wake. The Faridun seem to have some unknown destination in mind, but we intend to converge our {akharas} upon them before they can reach it. Join the pursuit. There will undoubtedly be creatures of Corruption in the wake of the Dreadnought.
MarakethMatriarchCorruptedPursuitsQuestStart NPCTextAudio	That foreigner escaped with the Seed of Corruption, but my outriders have found their trail. It leads away from the path that I must follow for now. There are some among the Faridun and the Maraketh who refuse my rule. I must unite the Vastiri Plains under a single leader if we are to restore this land to its former glory. I assume you will choose to part from us here and pursue the Seed. I understand that choice. I will send reinforcements to help you when the unification is over. Until then, I wish you luck in the Wastes to which the enemy has escaped.
MysticOnHistoryOfTheVastiri NPCTextAudio	This is the tale as it was told to me by our {akhara}'s tale-woman before me, and as told to her by the tale-woman before her. These words have remained unchanged since the beginning. Many thousands of years ago, we were a simple people. Hunters. Roamers. We moved valley to valley in search of meat and berries. There was none of the discipline we know today, but that was about to change. These fair plains became barren and lightless, a time those generations called the Winter of the World. One thousand years of ice brought hardship and suffering, but that was only the beginning. To the south, the foreign tyrant Ahn fell, and horrible creatures flooded forth under this darkness, seemingly born of bone and blood and foul magic. Survival meant banding together and creating the strict traditions that eventually became what we know today. To fight was to live. Disorder meant death. In the darkest depths of that era, when hope was but a memory, the twin sister Sekhemas Solerai and Lundara arose to unite our scattered peoples for the first time. They wielded the essence of gold and silver, gleaming with such ferocity that the grey skies had no choice but to give way. The creatures retreated under the sands, never to be seen again, and our fair plains blazed with emerald forests and sapphire rivers. This brought about the most glorious age of our people. A time of conquest, wealth, great heroes, and gods that lasted for another thousand years. But then, one fell winter... the gods vanished. Our beloved Garukhan was the last to succumb, holding on for two moons against a powerful enervation. She gave what final orders she could, mandated our traditions be upheld, and then went silent. The Maraketh were not disturbed. We did not lose hope. We knew who we were, and those values had not left us with the departure of the gods. When the sky burned, when the Vaal fell, when the Eternals came and sought to be our masters, and then fell as well, we endured. We have protected these fair plains for three hundred and four generations, and we will continue to do so for another three hundred and four. That is our duty, and our birthright.
HoodedOneEndOfA1FollowSeed NPCTextAudio	The trail of Corruption leads east, so east we shall go, to the Plains of Vastiri...
DogTraderEndOfA1FollowSeed NPCTextAudio	[DNT] Now that the darkness has been driven back, we can reach Ogham's boats. They'll get you across the water to the shores of the Vastiri Plains.
LeitisOnCountess NPCTextAudio	When she came to us from the Vastiri Desert, we nobles were just happy the Count had finally found a wife. If we had known what was to come, we never would have celebrated. From the moment she arrived, she spent her time whispering dreadful little barbs in his ear. He became rather agitated, and started doubting himself... doubting his bloodline. He had a scholar repeatedly investigate whether the Eternals had... {dirtied}... his ancestry. When he found out that he might have had an unwelcome interloper in his family tree, he became fixated on proving himself, even though we all repeatedly assured him he already {had} our loyalty. He's been obsessed with gaining power ever since, and I think the Countess promised him a way to achieve it.
AsalaA2RecentEventsGossip NPCTextAudio	Corruption has returned to the Vastiri. Before this season, the hyenic warriors you fought would never have dared raid a caravan. The dead have begun to rise again, and other creatures of the desert have started... changing. By Zarka's accounts, the land is returning to the way it was before. These are ill times.
AsalaA2MapUIAncientGatesSix NPCTextAudio	We have reclaimed the Ancient Gates from the Faridun, but Jamanra's foul sorcery holds us at bay with a sandstorm. Only a reforged Horn of Vastiri can open a way through.
AsalaA2MapUIAncientGatesSeven NPCTextAudio	It is time to use the reforged Horn of the Vastiri to open the way through. Prepare yourself. War is nigh.
AsalaA2HornOfVastiriQuestGo NPCTextAudio	Ah, yes, the Horn of the Vastiri... I know the tale. The ancient city of Keth, the Badlands, and the Valley of the Titans... we can retrace Orbala's steps in any order.
AsalaA2TravelToSandstorm NPCTextAudio	It is time to use the reforged Horn of the Vastiri to open the way through. Prepare yourself. War is nigh.
AsalaA2FinalBattleTime NPCTextAudio	The Faridun have assembled a tremendous Dreadnought, a war caravan larger than we have ever seen. As we speak, it is barreling through the heart of the Vastiri, leaving devastation in its wake.
AsalaA2SpeechTwo NPCTextAudio	Let it echo across the Vastiri! I, Asala, Sekhema of the Ardura, vow to unite the Akharas! The Faridun will be granted clemency, should they seek it. Every woman, man and child not fallen to Corruption will be welcomed as one... {of our own!}
AsalaA2AfterSpeechClassDruid NPCTextAudio	We shall see what comes of that speech. The Faridun will fall in line, or they will suffer the same fate as their so-called {King.} Your kind are too rare in the Vastiri. Tell your brothers they are always welcome. You have my thanks, druid.
AsalaA2AfterSpeechClassDuelist NPCTextAudio	We shall see what comes of that speech. The Faridun will fall in line, or they will suffer the same fate as their so-called {King.} You'll never find another arena quite like the Vastiri. You have my thanks.
HoodedOneA2RevealOnWife NPCTextAudio	Garukhan was the true jewel of the Vastiri, at least to me. Divine love is much like mortal love, at least from what I can remember, and we were happy for a time longer than the lives of many mortal men. The time came, however, when love was not enough. Her humanity sifted through the cracks of her life like fine sand, leaving a divine shell that held her image, but nothing of her soul. It is a trap, you see. Divinity. Faith empowers, but faith also shapes. To gather more power, a god must play the part, becoming more and more the icon their followers perceive. When does perception become reality? It's impossible to pinpoint, and that's the most sinister thing about it. You never know the moment you cross the line.
ZarkaA2HornQuestGive NPCTextAudio	Jamanra can control the sands? This was not an ability he had in life. It must be born of Corruption. There {is} something in the tales that could help us overcome such a power. It was said that the Horn of the Vastiri could control the winds. I believe the Horn's location has been lost to time... {but}... perhaps it is possible that we can reconstruct it. We would have to retrace the steps of our greatest heroine, Orbala, on her final adventure. Speak to Asala. She knows the tale, and where it might take us. Let her know how you wish to begin. Or, you may seek my wisdom if you have further questions.
ZarkaA2HornOfVastiriStory NPCTextAudio	This is not the first time the sands themselves have been used against us. The Necromancer of Weeping Black, Saresh, once waged war upon the Maraketh out of the nascent desert regions of that era. He commanded not only armies of the dead, but vast roiling storms as well. Hearing of this threat, Orbala set forth on a quest to master the elements, and, in three places of power, she proved herself to the winds. Her reward came to be known as the Horn of the Vastiri. When she drew in a mighty breath and sounded the Horn, it was {so powerful}, every tent across the entire Plains blew open. You can imagine what it did to the Necromancer's sandstorms... seizing their moment, the united {akharas} stormed forth to savage the undead armies of Saresh. For this victory, Orbala was made the Sekhema of Sekhemas, and, after ruling with strength and cunning for many years, later became our Queen of the Wind, greatest goddess of the Maraketh. Her divine name was Garukhan, which means 'ultimate sovereign.' The tales, unfortunately, make no further mention of the Horn after that.
ZarkaA2CraftsHorn NPCTextAudio	Impressive, young one! Now we have everything we need to recreate the Horn of the Vastiri. It'll take a bit of carving... hmm, I think the Flame Ruby goes here... imbue the essence of water with the proper motions... maybe I'll just tighten that there... snap that off... oh! I hope that wasn't important... alright. It's {a bit} like the original Horn. If my fingers were more nimble, I could have done better. This won't blow a gale across the entire Vastiri, but it will serve our purpose. Here. Take it. You retraced Orbala's journey, so you should be the one to sound the Horn.
ZarkaA2BanishmentGossip NPCTextAudio	The tale-women still talk of you rejecting the honour of our role. I hope your time of banishment has taught you some respect. If I were to count the days, I suspect I might find you have returned to the Plains of Vastiri somewhat early... but it seems my infirmities are suddenly clouding my sense of the seasons. I won't tell if you won't, young one.
ShambrinBalbalaGossipSorceress NPCTextAudio	Your {akhara} did not tell this tale? It's one of my favourites. Long ago, when Keth was the shining jewel of the Vastiri and our trade routes were the envy of the known world, a weak-willed Sekhema named Balbala betrayed her {akhara} for a promise of {welakath,} a mythical elixir said to bestow great power. She led a band of foreign warriors through secret paths to the top of the Halani Gates. Taken by surprise, the akhara was slain to the last woman. What was her reward? Not {welakath.} The bandits put a spear through her gut in that very passage. A cautionary tale, yes. For her betrayal, the wise women of that era enacted an ancient ritual, trapping Balbala's soul as a Djinn for a sentence intended to be one thousand years. It has been far more than one thousand years. By Zarka's reckoning, at least two or three. The stain of Balbala's betrayal has been lifted from her legacy, yet the knowledge of her prison was lost long ago...
ShambrinBalbalaGossipNonSorc NPCTextAudio	Long ago, when Keth was the shining jewel of the Vastiri and our trade routes were the envy of the known world, a weak-willed Sekhema named Balbala betrayed her {akhara} for a promise of {welakath,} a mythical elixir said to bestow great power. She led a band of foreign warriors through secret paths to the top of the Halani Gates. Taken by surprise, the akhara was slain to the last woman. What was her reward? Not {welakath.} The bandits put a spear through her gut in that very passage. A cautionary tale, yes. For her betrayal, the wise women of that era enacted an ancient ritual, trapping Balbala's soul as a Djinn for a sentence intended to be one thousand years. Jingakh. It has been far more than one thousand years. By Zarka's reckoning, at least two or three. The stain of Balbala's betrayal has been lifted from her legacy, yet the knowledge of her prison was lost long ago...
HoodedOneNewTravelEast NPCTextAudio	The trail of Corruption leads east, so east we shall go. It seems fate conspires to return me to the Plains of Vastiri...
PerennialKing_Dreadnought_SummonSandstorm_Random NPCTextAudio	Vastiri vengeance!
PerennialKing_Dreadnought_SummonSandstorm_2 NPCTextAudio	Vastiri vengeance!
PerennialKing_Dreadnought_PostStabDeath NPCTextAudio	You have accomplished... Nothing. Oriana will prevail... And the Faridun will rule the Vastiri.
Forgemaster_Emerge_Sorc_3 NPCTextAudio	My forge burns hotter than your Vastiri sun..... tale-woman...
ZarokhBoss_Godvoice_VarashtaGossip_Random NPCTextAudio	So... You found her. Varashta... The Winter Sekhema. She and I share a unique... Bond. A bond in time. A bond in pain. Together, we could have ruled the Vastiri. Perhaps, we could have ruled all of Wraeclast. The dutybound Maraketh may be honourable... But I found her lack of ambition... Pathetic. If you attempt to remove her... She will perish with her first breath of air outside that chamber... Her fate and mine are already sealed.
AtaluiOnMaraketh NPCTextAudio	Of all the cultures that surround us, those of the Vastiri are the closest to what might be called a neighbouring empire. As much as I distrust them, I do hope they survived the Cataclysm. There has to be someone still alive out there...
JamanraGlyph_BookOfJamanra NPCTextAudio	Our people have lived in the shadows of the dunes for too long. Countless generations have been forgotten, will be forgotten. We are not 'Faridun,' we are Maraketh, and if we work together — if we unite — then they will be forced to acknowledge us. We must show them that casting us off is a mistake. We must show them our strength. Perhaps we can one day rebuild Keth itself, for all those who live in the Plains of Vastiri.
Wings of Vastiri UniqueItems	Coming soon