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Where Sky is Clear and Glory Shines: Trial Grounds
Centuries ago, the Dark Tide destroyed the trial grounds here, burying ancient glories and deeds.
Now, as you tread the wilds, a call echoes from the depths of the ruins…
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???:
*A pained roar*
Rover:
(The sound came from deeper inside… better go check it out.)
Senior Gladiator?:
Hold there, lad. I know your face… You fought in the Colosseum... Are you Contender Levis?
Levis?:
...That's me. But I've retired.
Senior Gladiator?:
I still remember that match with Flavio. Now that was a fight, haha! I even had my money on you.
Levis?:
Ah, sorry, I must've let you down. That match was my last.
Senior Gladiator?:
Victory and defeat come to us all. But here you are, eh? You still have a warrior's heart. I can see it.
Levis?:
I...I came for someone. Flavio. I owe him a clean duel.
Trial Maxim:
Here ends the road for the craven, the greedy, and the false.
Trial Maxim:
Only those who seek true glory may step forth.
Levis?:
They are on the move. Better keep close and quiet.
Rover:
(This place is falling apart... Gotta move to solid ground ahead.)
Hunter's Frequency:
This Scourgewing might have some history with Flavio's one, eh?
Hunter's Frequency:
You think they're mates? Which one is this, the male or the female?
Hunter's Frequency:
No, nothing like that. They're siblings, maybe even twins.
Hunter's Frequency:
All those legends, but look at that! Walked right into our trap.
Hunter's Frequency:
Tch, we paid a fortune for that scale powder. Rare stuff, but it did the job.
Hunter's Frequency:
Smart one, I'll give it that. Lucky we laid out two reinforced nets, or it'd be long gone.
Hunter's Frequency:
Careful with the wings. Damaged goods don't sell.
Hunter's Frequency:
Hey, who's that... How long has he been following us?
Levis?:
I'm here to stop you. This filthy hunt has no glory.
Hunter's Frequency:
What is it with you people and that damned word? Glory doesn't put bread on the table. You think you're the great Flavio?
Levis?:
Try me then. See if my blade is as sharp as his.
Rover:
(...All of these voices are from the past.)
Rover:
(The Scourgewing is trapped by those threads...)
Rover:
(That pedestal looks familiar. Maybe that sword from earlier fits here...)
Rover:
(Is this the Scourgewing's specter? It's guiding me...)
Faded Nameplate:
Iaen, the Splendid Wings of the Border Mountains.
Levis?:
They ran the moment their leader fell? Damn, I'm out of practice... lost my edge for a moment there.
Levis?:
...The bleeding has slowed. Not my time yet.
Levis?:
I'm not here to play savior, Scourgewing. Just couldn't watch 'em foul this sacred ground.
Levis?:
Let's get you out of these nets. The sword should do.
Levis?:
...Wait, what's that sound outside?
Rover:
(Hmm... a special frequency just appeared nearby.)
Rover:
(Once I slash the rest of the threads, the Scourgewing will be free.)
Levis?:
...How long has it been, Iaen? How long did I sleep...
Levis?:
Heh, not much time left for me... Ironic, isn't it? A man who has forsaken glory dies in a hall meant for heroes.
Levis?:
No... it can't be. Flavio? What are you doing here?
Levis?:
W-where's my sword? Ah, there it is. Flavio, I challenge you now, properly...
Levis?:
*Cough* By the eternal sun... I, I will... fight with everything I have, without deceit...
Levis?:
'Til death and glory find us...
Rover:
...Iaen.
Rover:
Was his last vision a dream, or a mirage you created?
Iaen:
*A deep, ambiguous roar*
Rover:
At least he found peace in the end.
???:
Hey, you! I saw it. That was you, wasn't it? The one who freed the Scourgewing?
???:
I'm over here! By the hole it flew out of.
Tulia:
Hey, you! I saw it. That was you, wasn't it? The one who freed the Scourgewing?
Tulia:
I'm over here! By the hole it flew out of.
???:
I saw the Scourgewing fly across the sky... Thank you, you set it free.
???:
The Border Mountains saw the first Dark Tide. I remember hearing the Scourgewing's cry back then.
???:
I thought maybe it was sealed away by the Dark Tide growth in some forgotten cave like so many other creatures, but I never imagined...
???:
That it would fly out from the Crypt like that... That sight belongs in dreams.
???:
Ah, I've rambled long enough. Might I ask your name?
Tulia:
A pleasure to meet you. I'm Tulia, a traveling ecologist.
Tulia:
My latest research focuses on the Scourgewings, so I'm following their trail.
Tulia:
They are extremely rare, usually dwelling in high-altitude regions way off the grid. For years now, there've been no sightings. Most just write them off as folklore at this point.
Tulia:
But what we saw earlier proves otherwise. They do exist, and not just here on the Border Mountains. There were traces of them in the Mournfell Canyon too.
Tulia:
Ah, my notes... You mean the draft I dropped nearby? Don't worry, I've kept copies.
Tulia:
Next I'll be heading to Mournfell Canyon. You might find it worth a visit if you're interested.
Tulia:
Until we meet again, friend.
Tulia:
I saw the Scourgewing fly across the sky... Thank you, you set it free.
Tulia:
The Border Mountains saw the first Dark Tide. I remember hearing the Scourgewing's cry back then.
Tulia:
I thought maybe it was sealed away by the Dark Tide growth in some forgotten cave like so many other creatures.
Tulia:
I never imagined... that I'd be strolling nearby to see if fly out of the Crypt like that!
Tulia:
Ah, yes. This one is Iaen, and the one in the tower at Mournfell Canyon is Isth. They were sealed away in different places centuries ago.
Tulia:
After this long imprisonment, they finally can reunite with each other.
Tulia:
I'll continue seeking traces of these siblings. My instinct tells me that they will linger in this area for a while.
Tulia:
Will you come and see them if I find them again, Rover?
Tulia:
Okay. I'll be on my way, then. Hopefully my next search won't take as long.
Rover:
(Nowhere left to stand... It's time to fly.)