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"Freedom comes to those who fight!"
An exile returned? How is that even possible? And a Templar at that. Striding out of the sunlight to lay waste to our enemies like Ramako in the stories my mother used to tell me. Well, your 'divine intervention' gave us just the diversion we needed to take this tower, so if you keep doing things like that then I might have to start believing in the gods again.
Introduction (? character class)
An exile returned? How is that even possible? Rising out of the darkness to claim the souls of our enemies like Hinekora in the stories my mother used to tell me. Well, your 'divine intervention' gave us just the diversion we needed to take this tower, so if you keep doing things like that then I might have to start believing in the gods again.
And thank you for finishing off that last overseer for us. I don’t know what sort of mother could’ve birthed that land-loving whale, but we were lucky he wasn’t here when we took this tower. He’d have spread us across the floor like butter on a piece of bread.
Here, take something for helping us in this hopeless fight of ours.
We'd been planning it for months. Spreading the word. Stealing weapons. Gathering support. Utula and his followers did most of the dirty work. I just carried a few messages here and there. Should've known I'd end up like this when the real fighting started.
In the darkest hour before dawn, that's when we broke our chains, and as many overseer necks as we could wrap our hands around. We took the panopticon as the sun rose over Theopolis, and that's as far as we got. When you're up against cold steel and colder hearts, there's only so far that anger will take you.
Few of us can say that we’ve devoted our lives to anything greater than ourselves. Can you?
I think Utula can. Since the day I met him, I’ve seen Utula do nothing that wasn’t in the service of his people.
He’s a smart one. He could have escaped. He could have sailed off to Ngamakanui and never looked back. Yet there he stands, our herald of freedom. I might die of this wound, yet I’d be giving but a fraction of what Utula has to honour the Karui Way.
I'd be dead right now if not for Vilenta. I just hope I live long enough to repay her. And how will I do that? By talking Utula out of his inclination to slice Vilenta's throat open.
As far as I'm concerned, our pasts are as broken as our chains.
When I was a courier for my father's house, I'd cross Cathedral Square a hundred times in a day. On the fairest days that square would be filled to bursting with Oriath's high born, come to bask in the sun and each other's glowing nobility. It was a pretty sight, depending on where you stood.
Utula (after "Death to Purity" quest)
I can't yet begin to unpick the lies that Utula has told us, but this piece of truth I do have. Utula sensed that very moment when you struck your final blow, when you broke the Templar's power. He turned to me and told me this.
"Now our King comes to us. He'll be hungry, so very hungry. I shall prepare him a feast!"
Then he gather his followers and left.
Where's he gone? Oriath Square. You won't need directions. Just follow the screams.
Utula (after defeating Utula)
You’ve sent the traitor to meet his Ancestors, have you? That’ll be an interesting conversation. I’m no hatungo, but I can foresee Utula walking a long road of trial and suffering before he earns himself a place at the Ancestors’ table.
And just as Utula’s journey continues, so does yours, right into the jaws of Kitava.
I don’t profess to understand the mind of a god, but I know the stories. Kitava is patient. He waited in the darkest pit of Hinekora’s realm. He will bide his time while his hunger spreads like the plague it is, and when his tribe is replenished, a hundred times over, Kitava will rise one final time to finish the feast that he has started. Oriath is merely the appetizer. There’s a whole world out there for Kitava to taste.
You’ve proved that you’re a hero who can slay legends. Let’s see if you can kill a god.
Bannon is...unexpected. At least, he's not the sort of Templar that I'm used to dealing with. His ideas about innocence almost make sense to me. The way he worships Innocence, and receives such power in return, it's like his devotion actually brings out the best in his god.
But how is that possible? A god is a god. They bless us and they punish us, not the other way around. Yet for Bannon, somehow it's...different.
The King's Feast
The King's Feast is an ancient ritual born of less enlightened times. Long before the Karui followed the Way, one tribe would conquer another and a feast would be prepared for the triumphant King. The main dishes of this feast were selected carefully, for the sweetness of their nature and the tenderness of their flesh.
You see, when the conquered fills the belly of the conqueror, two tribes become one.
And that's what's happening out there in Theopolis right now. The tribe of Kitava is feeding upon the Tribe of Oriath, and the feast won't end until two tribes become one.
Cult of Kitava
Remember what Utula said about Kitava?
"He is the Tormented One, destined to rise up from the darkness...And we, his children, rise with him."
It was there all along, in eyes too bright and smiles too wide. Cunning concealed by kindess. Conquest wearing the mask of Freedom. I didn't see it because I was looking for something else. Hope.
The Cult only wanted what it's always wanted. To be born again in their father's image. They are Kitava's children, the first of his tribe. Unless you do something about it, they won't be the last.
You’re still alive. So is Kitava. What more do you need to know?
You’ll find a way, I believe it.
The prodigal returns... have you brought with you a weapon to free us? The Ravenous One has only grown more hungry since you left us, and I fear your efforts may be too little, too late.
Kitava has all but destroyed us here, and our poor departed Utula's cultists have taken hold of the city. There's little ground left to tread that won't cause the grasping claws of Hinekora to reach out and wring our pretty little necks.
I believe Vilenta was not of sound mind. At night, we often heard her cry out in sleep, fearing unseen things. I wanted to toss her out on the streets, let the beasts of this fallen city tend to her madness, but Bannon refused to leave behind one of his own. Would that he had've listened to me...
Vilenta thought that if she gave us up to Kitava, the Ravenous One would look kindly upon her. Well, look upon her, he did, but what he saw and what she became is the thing of nightmares - her nightmares perhaps?
In another life, perhaps Lilly and I would have sailed the oceans together. I enjoy her presence and the conversations she brings. She has a call for adventure, coupled with a kind of optimism I rarely see. I hope that once all of this settles down, we might remain friends.
I don't quite enjoy Weylam as much as I do his granddaughter, but Lilly favours him, and so I will too, unless he does something truly horrid that forces me to revoke my opinion.
A dark angel on your shoulder perhaps? In another time the presence of this god would trouble me, perhaps even frighten me, but in these days, I cannot afford the sensation of surprise. If he has helped you this far as you say, then one might expect he will help you all the way to the bitter end, and that is good enough for me.
Kitava’s appetite has grown bigger than even his devotees had expected. His hunger moves faster now than his followers can keep up. I suppose the canals were the perfect answer to their problem really. They converted them into one giant feeding trough to bring food to his mouth at a speedier rate.
Before their god rose from the depths, Utula and his cultists had direction. They wished to see Kitava free to stage his horrifying banquet. I was foolish enough to believe these theological mumblings as symbols for Karui freedom. Now that their prophecies have come to fruition, the cultists have lost their minds!
It's hard enough to believe the end times of your chosen religion will ever happen, let alone to last longer than the final pages of your holy book...