A Relic Reborn (Bravura) script
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Gerolt
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Jus' let me make one thing clear: it might be as I'm repairin' kettles to pay for yesterday's mead, but I still got me pride as a master weaponsmith. Ye'll get no less than the finest out of me forge.
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Gerolt
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An' it might be as ye've got that godsdamned slip of paper, but it'll only get ye so much. Restorin' relics like these calls for some rare ol' materials, an' I ain't got none. So if you want the job done, ye'll have to run along an' fetch 'em for me.
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Gerolt
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So, what is it ye want restored?
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Gerolt
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Fancy yerself a dauntless warrior, like they had in the olden days, eh? So the rumors're true, then─the Company of Heroes did have one in their ranks... Bloody hells.
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Gerolt
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I'll tell you what, though─we weaponsmiths like a good axe, and them warriors' axes were better than good. Ain't no weapon more fearsome to look at, I reckon.
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Gerolt
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An' of all the kinds out there, there's none I'd take over Bravura. Aye, from the intimidatin' form to the destructive power, 'tis everythin' a warrior could ever want.
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Gerolt
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There's jus' one snag: the only blacksmith clan what knew how to forge Bravura died out years ago. The last of 'em didn't quite get 'round to trainin' a successor, see, an' the hapless sod took the techniques to his grave.
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Gerolt
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Might be some warriors out there bear the axe still, but if I was them, I wouldn't willin'ly part with such a prized possession. Nay, not for all the mead in Eorzea...or would I?
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Gerolt
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Anyroad, if yer to have any hope of gettin' a Bravura to call yer own, it'd be through the kobolds. The creatures're renowned for their skill at the forge, an' it jus' so happens they also have a penchant for scourin' ancient ruins an' mines for artifacts, precious ores, an' the like.
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Gerolt
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To find what we need, ye might try venturin' into U'Ghamaro Mines. Mayhap the kobolds have a Bravura stowed away in a repository or summat.
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Gerolt
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We weaponsmiths like a good axe─and them warriors' axes were better than good. Ain't no weapon more fearsome to look at, I reckon.
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Gerolt
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An' of all the kinds out there, there's none I'd take over Bravura. Aye, from the intimidatin' form to the destructive power, 'tis everythin' a warrior could ever want.
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Gerolt
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There's jus' one snag: the only blacksmith clan what knew how to forge Bravura died out years ago. The last of 'em didn't quite get 'round to trainin' a successor, see, an' the hapless sod took the techniques to his grave.
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Gerolt
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Might be some warriors out there bear the axe still, but if I was them, I wouldn't willin'ly part with such a prized possession. Nay, not for all the mead in Eorzea...or would I?
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Gerolt
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Anyroad, if yer to have any hope of gettin' a Bravura to call yer own, it'd be through the kobolds. The creatures're renowned for their skill at the forge, an' it jus' so happens they also have a penchant for scourin' ancient ruins an' mines for artifacts, precious ores, an' the like.
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Gerolt
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To find what we need, ye might try venturin' into U'Ghamaro Mines. Mayhap the kobolds have a Bravura stowed away in a repository or summat.
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Gerolt
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Well, bugger me... Never in me wildest, drunkest dreams did I imagine ye'd actually find the bloody thing... Bah, so I'll have to fire up the forge, after all.
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Gerolt
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Havin' said that, the relic's in far worse shape than I thought. It ain't like to survive much poundin' in this state. Truth be told, I'd be worried about sneezin' near it.
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Gerolt
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<sigh> We're gonna need a new host what'll give itself for the restoration.
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Gerolt
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Bring me a barbarian's bardiche, one with two grade three battledance materia melded to it. This'll serve as the vessel for the restored relic.
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Gerolt
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Remember, that's two grade three battledance materia. Aught less, an' ye'll get naught from me, no matter how many slips of paper ye wave in me face.
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Gerolt
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Ye need to bring me a barbarian's bardiche, one with two grade three battledance materia melded to it. This'll serve as the vessel for the restored relic.
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Gerolt
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Hm? Aye, I could hammer one out in me sleep, but then I could wipe yer arse without much trouble, an' I ain't plannin' on doin' that neither! Seems ye'll jus' have to do both yerself, eh?
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Gerolt
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Ah, 'tis a fine base ye've brought me. Aye, jus' the thing to host yer relic.
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Gerolt
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I've merged what was left of the relic with the host weapon, so the groundwork's done. But don't go jumpin' for joy jus' yet─there's still more to do.
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Gerolt
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I need to work on the finishin' touches, but due to the reinforcement work I've had to do, the weapon's provin' rather stubborn to shape.
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Gerolt
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To get 'round this, we'll be needin' some alumina salts, a substance made by grindin' a rock called alumina into fine grains. Unlucky for ye, though, it ain't easy to get hold of.
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Gerolt
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Mayhap ye already know this, but there's beasties out there what devour their prey whole. An' some of 'em swallow rocks so as to aid with digestion.
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Gerolt
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The dhorme chimera what terrorizes the central highlands o' Coerthas happens to swallow alumina salts for this purpose.
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Gerolt
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Slay the bugger an' bring me the alumina salts, an' I'll see to the finishin' touches on yer weapon.
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Gerolt
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Jus' a dozen more kettles, then it's off to the tav─
You again!? What in the seven hells do ye want this time!?
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Gerolt
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Forgotten what to bring, eh? Gods' sake, woman/man, ye've got the memory of a bleedin' whatsit!
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Gerolt
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Slay the dhorme chimera an' bring me alumina salts, an' I'll see to the finishin' touches on yer weapon.
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Gerolt
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...An' o' course, the adventurer comes back triumphant. <sigh> Should've bloody known not even the chimera would be able to put ye out o' me misery.
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Gerolt
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Hand over those alumina salts, an' I'll get right to work.
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Gerolt
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There, the deed's done. I've squeezed out every onze of me skill to restore yer weapon, an' I think ye'll agree it looks the part.
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Gerolt
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Yet there's summat...missin' somehow, though I'm buggered if I know what. The piece jus' lacks a certain glow, as it were.
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Gerolt
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We need to learn more about the relic. Literature surroundin' the hero associated with it would be a fine place to begin...but I ain't exactly a scholarly an' haven't the slightest inklin' where to get me hands on such stuff.
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Gerolt
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As much as I hate to say this, Rowena's probably the one to talk to. Thing is, I'd sooner shove hot kettles up me arse sideways than owe that thrice-damned harridan another debt.
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Gerolt
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Yer gonna have to make yerself useful once again. Take yerself to Rowena an' ask for her help, an' return here once ye've learned summat what might be of use.
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Rowena
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You're lookin' a bit more run-down than before. Your dealin's with Gerolt takin' their toll? Actually, forget I even asked. My mouth tastes o' bile if I so much as think o' that sorry specimen. So, is there somethin' you need?
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Rowena
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...Literature on the hero of old who once wielded your weapon?
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Rowena
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Hm, I reckon I can find what you need. Might take a bit o' time, is all.
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Rowena
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'Course, this ain't a charity I'm runnin' here. I can get you what you want, but you'll have to do likewise for me.
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Rowena
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I'll track down literature on the warriors of old.
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Rowena
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For your part, you're to bring me an Amdapor glyph. You'll find this inside Amdapor Keep, a ruined castle situated in the South Shroud.
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Rowena
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Clear on the deal? Then run along and fulfill your part of it.
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Rowena
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Ah, good on you/lad! This is exactly what I was after. You've honored your part o' the bargain, and so I'll do the same.
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Gerolt
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Back to pester me so soon? Judgin' from that smirk on yer face, I take it ye've found what ye need?
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Gerolt
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Aye, this text is about the warriors of old, all right. But gods, would it have killed the bugger that wrote it to use normal bloody words!?
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Gerolt
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It'll take me bleedin' moons to get through this lot─time I could be spendin' on kettles! Gah...while I try to make head or tail of it all, why don't ye take this here unfinished Bravura an' try it out?
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Gerolt
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As I mentioned before, it's still missin' summat, but it's all there shape-wise, meanin' it should serve ye jus' fine as an ordinary weapon.
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Gerolt
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Seein' as yer a ripe ol' warrior, mayhap ye'll be able to feel out exactly what it wants for.
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Gerolt
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That's to say, get out there an' fight some nasty foes, as the warriors who went afore ye must've done back in the day.
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Gerolt
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U'Ghamaro mines over in outer La Noscea oughta serve yer needs. Pit yerself against some U'Ghamaro quarrymen, roundsmen, an' bedesmen─eight of each, say─then come back an' tell me what ye've gleaned.
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Gerolt
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With the information in the text an' yer firsthand experience, I reckon we'll solve this puzzle yet.
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Gerolt
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I want ye to get out there an' fight some nasty foes, as the warriors who went afore ye must've done back in the day.
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Gerolt
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U'Ghamaro mines over in outer La Noscea oughta serve yer needs. Pit yerself against some U'Ghamaro quarrymen, roundsmen, an' bedesmen─eight of each, say─then come back an' tell me what ye've gleaned.
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Epicmoogle
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You mustn't lose your relic, kupo! I went to great pains to retrieve it, so promise me you'll take better care of it!
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Gerolt
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Back already? By the frown yer wearin', I take it ye've got nothin' to show for yer time with the kobolds.
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Gerolt
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Hmmm, might be as ye want for better sport. An' I know jus' the creature what'll give it to ye─the hydra what reigns over the fiends within Halatali. A nasty piece of work, that. Try not to piss yer britches when ye see it.
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Fafajoni
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We Immortal Flames have managed to cull most of the feral denizens of Halatali, but the hydra still remains. Frankly, we're out of our─
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Fafajoni
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What!? You mean to face the fell creature!? To be sure, we would be grateful if you could rid us of it, but I must warn you of the dangers. Survival is not guaranteed.
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Gerolt
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Bloody hells, not ye again! Can't a man have a moment's bleedin' rest!? I've barely had time to piss since you gave me that damnable text.
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Gerolt
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Readin' the thing's given me a fierce bloody headache...which yer makin' worse by houndin' me!
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Gerolt
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Do me a favor an' make yerself scarce, will ye? Go an' play with yer bloody Bravura or summat.
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Epicmoogle
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You mustn't lose your relic, kupo! I went to great pains to retrieve it, so promise me you'll take better care of it!
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Gerolt
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Yer... Yer still alive! Why the hells do you adventurers have to be so godsdamned sturdy!? I was bloody sure ye'd be hydra dung by now... <sigh>
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Gerolt
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But what's done is done...or in this case, not done. Anyroad, let's talk about that text ye brought. It follows the life of Iron Eater, the legendary sellsword...or maybe sellaxe, who lived five centuries ago.
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Gerolt
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The man was the ultimate warrior, if the account's to be believed. With the amount of coin Iron Eater demanded for his services, they say ye could hire a whole bleedin' army.
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Gerolt
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...That, or keep me in mead for a fortnight! Hra hra hra!
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Gerolt
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A-Ahem! Anyroad, I managed to find mention of Bravura in amongst all the maimin' an' killin'. Like any warrior worth his salt, Iron Eater wielded a Bravura...but there was a tellin' difference: his axe head was forged to weigh double the usual. Not a weapon for the faint of heart, I tell ye.
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Gerolt
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Needless to say, the thing was a bugger to wield. But gods, if ye had the brute strength to swing it... Hoo hoo! Ye could make a proper mess o' someone!
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Gerolt
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As ye can see, I've done me research. I trust ye've also been pullin' yer weight, puttin' the relic to use like I said. Well, go on, then─tell me what ye've learned.
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Gerolt
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Is that so? Aye...I'd wondered about that.
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Gerolt
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Based on what we've gleaned from the text an' yer firsthand experience, I'll rework the relic so as to improve yer affinity with it. Hand it over for a second, will ye?
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Epicmoogle
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You mustn't lose your relic, kupo! I went to great pains to retrieve it, so promise me you'll take better care of it!
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Gerolt
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Based on what we've gleaned from the text an' yer firsthand experience, I'll rework the relic so as to improve yer affinity with it. Hand it over for a second, will ye?
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Gerolt
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There, the deed's done. That leaves us with one last step.
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Gerolt
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That is, fully mergin' the old relic, the new host, an' the soul of the bearer─aye, that's you. Only then can the weapon be restored to its former glory.
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Gerolt
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But to do this, I need a fire what's hotter than the seventh hell. An' to keep such a fire alive an' ragin', I need a wind what's fiercer than the...than the...er, hangover I had last week. Gah, ye know what I mean!
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Gerolt
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Jus' get me a white-hot ember, a howlin' gale, an' a chunk o' hyperfused ore, an' I'll finish yer bloody weapon! Ah, an' I need me a bottle o' Radz–at–Han quenchin' oil as well to cool it off!
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Gerolt
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In order to restore yer weapon to its former glory, we need to fully merge the relic with the new host. Oh, aye─an' yer soul. Don't worry, though─it might not hurt much.
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Gerolt
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Get me a white-hot ember, a howlin' gale, an' a chunk of hyperfused ore, an' I'll finish yer bloody weapon.
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Gerolt
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So yer back... Never doubted for a second ye'd trounce all three primals an' come back to pester me again.
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Gerolt
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All right, then, let's see the white-hot ember, the howling gale, an' the hyperfused ore.
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Gerolt
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Aye, these oughta get me the levels o' heat I need. Which leaves just the Radz–at–Han quenchin' oil for coolin' things off afterwards. Ye've got that, too, I assume?
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Gerolt
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Ye've done yer part, an' so I'll do mine.
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Gerolt
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Watch now, an' try not to bat yer eyelids─ain't every day ye get to see a relic reborn!
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Gerolt
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Muahahaha... MUAHAHAHAHAHA! These gods-given hands've worked yet another miracle! Feast yer eyes on Bravura, jus' as it was in days of yore! 'Tis a sight to move a man to tears...ye lucky bastard. Ye'd better bloody well take care of it!
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Gerolt
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Gods, I've been dry as a bone for the past six bells. M-Mead... Jus' give me enough mead to wet me lips...
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Quest complete.
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