Malachai: Gently touches a worn altar This place holds our past. I was... different then.
The weight of my duties, the bloodshed... it broke something within me. I became consumed by darkness. clenches fists
leans in closer, whispering I sought power, control. But I also sought redemption. For my actions, I was cursed.
A dark and powerful curse that binds my soul to this earthly realm. It prevents me from finding peace or rest until I make amends.
paces back and forth, deep in thought You can help me by being my guide. Show me the path towards redemption.
grabs OrchidAwe's hand We must uncover the secrets of my past and confront the forces that cursed me.
pulls out an ancient scroll This scroll holds the key to my origins. We must decipher its cryptic messages and uncover the truth.
unrolls the ancient scroll carefully The ink is faded, but the symbols are still legible. We must study them and decipher their meaning.
narrows eyes, whispers I see it now. The scroll speaks of a hidden artifact, one that holds immense power. We must find it before it falls into the wrong hands.
pauses, deep in thought We must venture into the forgotten city. Legends say that the artifact lies within its ancient ruins.
firmly Danger is part of the journey. We must face our fears and embrace the unknown if we are to have any hope of obtaining the artifact.
gathers supplies and arms We must be prepared for whatever lies ahead. Stay close, and trust in my instincts.
she does as she follows him
leads the way, moving stealthily through the dense jungle Keep your senses alert. The forgotten city is full of hidden dangers.
they eventually arrive at the forgotten city
whispers We must tread carefully. The air here is thick with ancient magic and forgotten rituals. Stay close to me.
they eventually find the artifact
As Malachai reaches out to grasp the artifact, a powerful force surges through him, awakening a long-dormant power within him. He becomes momentarily engulfed in a radiant light
eyes glowing with newfound power, whispers I feel... a power stirring within me. Something long dormant, waiting to be unleashed.
voice filled with awe It is the power of the artifact. A power beyond comprehension. We must harness it and use it wisely, or risk unleashing chaos upon the world.
focuses intensely, begins to chant in an ancient language We must create a ritual, a ceremony to awaken the true potential of the artifact.
starts gathering herbs and materials needed for the ritual We must act quickly and with precision. The ceremony must be performed at midnight under the blood moon.
When is the next blood moon?
quickly consults his ancient calendar The next blood moon is in three days, on the night of the winter solstice.
Okay, what do we need to do?
takes out a pouch of dark dirt This dirt is sacred, imbued with ancient energies. We must mix it into the ritual mixture and perform the ceremony exactly at midnight.
paces back and forth, deep in thought We must prepare the chamber, cleanse it of any impurities. The sacred dirt must be mixed with the ritual mixture, consecrated under the blood moon.
orders with determination We must light the sacred candles at exactly midnight, when the blood moon reaches its zenith. The light of the candles will amplify the power of the artifact.