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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7268970" data-attributes="member: 6855545">MORGRYM"I mean you! Are ya daft? Unless..." - she approaches Morgrym, reaching out for him with her stubby hand. "By the dusty beard of Melidar! Y'are alive!" - her mosty eyes let copious tears down, drawing trail around her desert white-powdered face. She pulls Morgrym towards her, embracing him in an awkward manner, before looking directly at him. "I... Where have ya been? I thought I'd never see ye again! Gozreh's mercy to us, Morgrym, and no scars at all!" - she inspects her brother, top to bottom, an uncontained happiness pervading her.Behind them, the priestess begins to rally the others. In the distance, the captain of the dwarven cohort watches closely as Hagadark and Klutha stroll towards the priestess, trying to hear her whispered words. And as he looks at them, his memories become shuffled. He never took the sheep down the slopes, now, did he? He wouldn't trust Adir's boy, he remembers. He stayed behind, decided to trade with Odalur's tavern for his needs. But who was Odalur again? And then the mountains exploded, and that dreadful line of fiery creatures descended. At first they thought there was a sorcerer behind it... But reality was far worse... It was a gateway to the elemental plane of fire, as so many legends mentioned! And he... Gods, no! He died trying to shut it, facing the monstrosity that took up residence at the heart of the mountain! But it can't be!Morgrym feels the calcinating sensation that overtook his body as he faced the creature, not too long ago. In fact, he doubted that his sister would have taken notice... But she was there! They lived together! The winds took them both, and both of them became priests of Gozreh for that! Memories of two distinct lives begin to clash within Morgrym's mind. The more he reminds the life he now faces, the less he attains of the other one. This game is getting dangerous..."Praise Gozreh fer such a blessing... Now, I take it ya know 'bout the Tideruler, if ya'ave com'ere, don't ye?" - she grabs him by the shoulders, anxiously.HAGADARKThe shaman's mind sharpens, and the vision becomes clearer. Memories of the desert begin to fade away as he studies his surroundings. Klutha is still herself, but a pair of black-razored horns sprout from her head. He remembers Tugg-Mhuagra's words, and as soon as her whispers fill his mind, the spirits appear before his eyes, in the distance. Spirits, indeed. They returned, all of them, beautiful, brutal, horrid forms floating around the room as the cries of the tribesmen conquer the halls. Behind, in the dark, Mhuagra, Mother of Mysteries, smiles, now dressed in her eyeless face and speaking clearly through her sewn mouth. "Shaman, shaman, did you get what you wanted, or have your wants gotten you first?"He can see now, he remembers. He is the thaumaturgist king, the only one able to speak to the spirits. The very first in millenia. Treasures fill the room, covering the sides of the piramid, the prize of plunder and tribute. He turns to the side, to a golden shield that leans on a column, right by his side. His reflection does not lie: he is older, his bearded, marked face shows the results of many wars, and the concern for many more to come. In his head, a crown of - Are those horns or teeth? - rests over a pair of razor-sharp horns, not unlike Klutha's. Dragon horns. And the child at their feet, their child, would rule after them, if strong enough. He promised Mhuagra, and he did it. Only he did it through his alchemy, he remembered now. He made them so they might claim the Tideruler!But... How? He might be able to remember, but the effort seems to demand something in return...Klutha looks at him, concerned. "My king?" - she corrects herself, thinking Hagadark's distance might be an answer to her demonstration of intimacy.Suddenly, he overhears Mhuagra over his shoulders. "Tempting, isn't it? But who's to say this is not an illusion?" - she moves even closer, touching him on the shoulder. "I know your secret, Hagadark the shaman. You are spying from beyond this world... Get what you need. But be careful. The more you want these illusions, the more they might want you..." - she laughs in a low tone, leaving Hagadark to deal with Klutha.[In-game answer! Everything you want to know might be answered... 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