Files
2018-02-05 15:11:16 +00:00

5.0 KiB

1key01
2#
3int32strstr
40TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_00Davyd has a simple proposal for you.
51TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_01In exchange for furnishing you with the corrupted crystal you seek, Davyd wants you to help him resolve the undead situation. To that end, he would have you first discover the cause behind the sudden influx of shambling corpses. Begin your inquiries by speaking with the party of adventurers who have made camp on the eastern shore.
62TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_02The adventurers speak of a beautiful, irresistible voice heard at the Ship Graveyard, which may be connected to the undead. Report your findings to Davyd.
73TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_03Although Davyd appears to have an inkling of what the cause might be, he does not deign to share it with you. Perhaps you should pressure him to voice his thoughts.
84TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_04
95TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_05
106TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_06
117TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_07
128TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_08
139TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_09
1410TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_10
1511TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_11
1612TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_12
1713TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_13
1814TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_14
1915TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_15
2016TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_16
2117TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_17
2218TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_18
2319TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_19
2420TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_20
2521TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_21
2622TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_22
2723TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_SEQ_23
2824TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_00Speak with the adventurers.
2925TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_01Report to Davyd.
3026TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_02
3127TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_03
3228TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_04
3329TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_05
3430TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_06
3531TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_07
3632TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_08
3733TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_09
3834TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_10
3935TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_11
4036TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_12
4137TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_13
4238TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_14
4339TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_15
4440TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_16
4541TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_17
4642TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_18
4743TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_19
4844TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_20
4945TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_21
5046TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_22
5147TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_TODO_23
5248TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_DAVYD_000_000The writ Master Mimidoa gave you may grant you access to the island, but only authorized personnel may proceed past this point. Why, you ask? Look up and see for yourself.
5349TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_DAVYD_000_001When that giant mass of crystal struck the lighthouse, it caused severe damage to both the structure and the machinery within that once powered the beacon.
5450TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_DAVYD_000_002Aye, contrary to what the smallfolk would have you believe, the fires of Pharos Sirius were not the product of a mage's thaumaturgy or a colossal arcane bomb, but an elaborate contraption fueled by aetherial energy.
5551TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_DAVYD_000_003Repairs are still ongoing, but it's anyone's guess when they'll be complete. What's worse, all work has ceased since rumors of the walking dead drove off our entire crew.
5652TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_DAVYD_000_004Not that those rumors are incorrect─I've observed the fiends from a distance, at the Ship Graveyard to the south. What's drawn them to our shores is still a mystery, though.
5753TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_DAVYD_000_005I'll make you a deal, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>: help me unravel this mystery, and I'll bring you your corrupted crystal. In fact, I shall begin searching for one that satisfies your requirements.
5854TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_DAVYD_000_006As for where to begin your inquiries into the situation, it so happens that a party of three adventurers came ashore not long ago, seeking to scavenge valuable trinkets at the Ship Graveyard. I'd be surprised if they knew nothing of the undead infestation, so it might behoove you to question them.
5955TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_AHLDUWIL_000_010Itsh all there fer the takin'! Five bleedin' yearsh worth of wrecksh and their cargo. But thoshe queer dead thingsh...and that voice... Actually, the voice was quite nice...
6056TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_ERAPITAROPI_000_020You saw 'em too, right? <Emphasis>Dead people</Emphasis>. Just shambling about, without a care in the world. Except when they <Emphasis>do</Emphasis> seem to care, that is, and start shuffling towards the water...
6157TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_LOUIS_000_030Gods, that voice, that single fleeting verse... I can still hear it... Stay clear of the southern shore, friend. It took every onze of my strength to resist.
6258TEXT_GAIUSC204_00963_DAVYD_000_040Hmmm... This talk of an alluring voice is disturbingly familiar, as if... But that's impossible, they're all dead...aren't they?