A Relic Reborn (Sphairai) 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 handy with yer fists, eh? Then mayhap ye've heard of the legendary monk Ivon Coeurlfist.
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Gerolt
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The man was mad about coeurls─proper bleedin' besotted, from what I hear. All sounded a bit...unnatural, if you ask me. Anyroad, he honed his martial prowess by wanderin' the mountains, fightin' all the coeurls he could find. An' by takin' the creatures' movements for his own, he devised a style of fightin' like no other.
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Gerolt
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But that ain't all. Ivon's, er...love of the felines was such that he had a pair o' Sphairai crafted─fists what looked like coeurls. Legends claim they allowed him to bring the sum of his skills to bear...or maybe cat, on his foes─on account of which, the design grew popular.
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Gerolt
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But now that tradition's in danger of dyin' out, what with Ala Mhigo's fall to the Empire an' all, leavin' nary a weaponsmith as knows how Sphairai are forged.
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Gerolt
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If yer to have any hope of gettin' yer mitts on a pair, it'd be from among the Amalj'aa host at Zahar'ak.
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Gerolt
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The lizardmen are known to round up enemy soldiers for the sake of their twisted amusement. Wouldn't surprise me none if they've claimed a pair o' Sphairai or three from their victims.
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Gerolt
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Them lizardmen might be savages, but even they ken a fine weapon when they see one.
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Gerolt
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Ivon's, er...love of the felines was such that he had a pair o' Sphairai crafted─fists what looked like coeurls. Legends claim they allowed him to bring the sum of his skills to bear...or maybe cat, on his foes─on account of which, the design grew popular.
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Gerolt
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But now that tradition's in danger of dyin' out, what with Ala Mhigo's fall to the Empire an' all, leavin' nary a weaponsmith as knows how Sphairai are forged.
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Gerolt
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If yer to have any hope of gettin' yer mitts on a pair, it'd be from among the Amalj'aa host at Zahar'ak.
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Gerolt
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The lizardmen are known to round up enemy soldiers for the sake of their twisted amusement. Wouldn't surprise me none if they've claimed a pair o' Sphairai or three from their victims.
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Gerolt
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Them lizardmen might be savages, but even they ken a fine weapon when they see one.
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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 things... 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 pair of wildling's cesti, one with two grade three savage aim 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 savage aim 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 pair of wildling's cesti, one with two grade three savage aim 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 Ivon Coeurlfist.
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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 Ivon Coeurlfist, 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 these here unfinished Sphairai an' try 'em 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' monk, 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 Ivon Coeurlfist himself must've done back in the day.
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Gerolt
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Zahar'ak, the Amalj'aa stronghold over in southern Thanalan, oughta serve yer needs─aye, the same place ye found those fists. Pit yerself against some Zahar'ak lancers, pugilists, an' archers─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 Ivon Coeurlfist himself must've done back in the day.
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Gerolt
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Zahar'ak, the Amalj'aa stronghold over in southern Thanalan, oughta serve yer needs. Pit yerself against some Zahar'ak lancers, pugilists, an' archers─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 lizardmen.
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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 Sphairai 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 outlines Ivon Coeurlfist's martial philosophy as set down by the man's foremost disciple.
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Gerolt
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Accordin' to the writer, the Sphairai ain't no ordinary weapon.
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Gerolt
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Apparently, they're tools for tappin' a monk's “chakra”─whatever the hells that is─throwin' open the floodgates...or summat.
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Gerolt
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Buggered if I know how it works. But I do know the fists need some crystals embedded in them.
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Gerolt
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Eh? Chakra's the aether what courses through yer body, ye say?
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Gerolt
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Huh... That explains the bloody crystals, then.
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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 the Sphairai, jus' as they were in days of yore! 'Tis a sight to move a man to tears...ye lucky bastard. Ye'd better bloody well take care of 'em!
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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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