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♔ 008
It has been a long time, Demeleier.
Is there aught I can do for you? -
♔ 007 [[ Voice ]]
I have been able to forge a link between this world and the Undercity of Azeroth. The link is tenuous at best, and unlikely to hold for long. However, you ought to be able to interact with the residents of this city and bring back useful items to Demeleier if you so choose ( Read more... ) -
♚ 006 - [ Voice ]
So many have come...
[Hello, newcomers. This is the not-sound of words arriving directly in your head without passing through your ears first.]
I cannot fathom what game she is playing now...
[And an echoing sigh before he raises his head.]
Those of you who hail from Azeroth. I have need of your assistance. Come to the Temple if you can. -
♔ 005 - [ audio ]
I have returned.
[The voice, much like the voice of the queen, seems to come from all around, the words rearranging themselves in the heads of the residents to their mother tongue - with the exception of Darryn, who will hear nothing.
That is the only message he has, and says nothing else for the time being.]
( Gifts from the Guardian ) -
♔ 004 - [ Voice ]
[Again, there is that feeling of the words simply dropping, one by one, into your head. Once more, despite the discomfort the voice may bring, there is also a feeling of calm.]
I have neglected you recently. You may all ask me for one thing, and I will do what I can to give you it.
Would that I could give you a better welcome, newcomers. -
♔ 003 - [ Audio ]
[At first, there's silence. And then there is the click of a key turning in a lock. The click is amplified around the town, a loud, impossible to miss noise. There's a moment of silence, and then:]
The mansion is open to you for a week. In good stead, I cannot give you longer ( Read more... ) -
♔ 002 - [ Audio ]
[The voice rings out of the communicator, the words, once again, seeming to enter the head without passing through the ears.]
I apologise for my absence.
Pray, tell me how you have fared. -
♔ 001 - [ Audio ]
[There is a sound of great grinding, of doors being pulled reluctantly open, dragging over stone. It lasts a good long minute, and can be heard out of the communicator as well. For a moment, there is nothing in the silence.
And then, in a voice that seems to enter a person's head without traveling through their ears first, someone speaks.]
Come ( Read more... )