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Found
during the Taste of Twilight event.
Combine
two Small Amorphous Lumps from Umbris Shadows into an Amorphous Lump then
give to the Translator for a text!
You give Bretself the
Translator Amorphous Lump.
Bretself the Translator
tells you, "Where are you people finding these disgusting things?
I'll never be able to eat tapioca again!"
Bretself the Translator
gives you Shadow Note Translation. I have heard thy words.
Verily, the Bael'Zharon was
mad in his final years of freedom; obsessed with vengeance, and savoring
the misery of his enemies like fine wine. Were I to choose a word that
described his every movement and motion, it should be "rage."
This be not the motivation of the one I followed into darkness. He showed
then a righteous anger, a desire to see our kind treated with justice -
not this blind, cruel hatred of all things Yalain. Even now, I feel his
black thoughts, and they linger unpleasantly on his plans for them.
I think it be the
inevitable result of too much time under the influence of the Thing. That
from which we derive our powers twists. Atimes this is obvious; recall the
use of the great flying beasts. Thou wert with me at the snaring of the
one they called Aujanel. The sight of what the Black Breath did to it, and
the shrieks of the prisoners as they were grafted to its bones, will never
be dislodged from my recollection.
More often, it seems to me,
the corruption is subtle. Once we heard the Bael'Zharon speak with some
misgiving of the power he had gained, wondering what its price would be.
Perhaps we know. Now, it seems, his voice only whispers of wrath and pain,
of conquering all and bringing them into the body. This sounds not like
the Bael'Zharon I knew in times long past. He has been twisted. Oh,
not as thoroughly as the elder ones. Not yet. But while the Bael'Zharon
rages and broods in his prison, the General remains cool and thoughtful.
He still wonders what the price may be, and what would happen should the
Nameless be released. Until we know this, we should not act as they would
have it.
So yes; I do agree that the
General is better suited. But then, you knew I would, did you not?
You have my assurance that
I will use all my power to prevent damage to that which my forces have
recovered.
A note, before I leave
thee; I am become suspicious of the elder ones, those that existed before
the Great War. They speak too little, and seem to much of a mind for my
taste. I wonder indeed what their goals are. Speak not to them of our
plans. |