The Crimson Rider
My Lord, how does it feel to have a beating heart again? Atlas' Warriors put up a good fight, but they become green at the sight of their own blood. Ha! Next time you and your champ want to wage war, let me ride to battle alone.
March
The Legion has the Castle of the Hesperides surrounded. It's frustrating to have to stop here, but as you have commanded, our armies will not cross the threshold. Only General Slaine, the former Queen of Atlas, and that Paladin are allowed to fly inside. We await your ascension with our new scars. Rise above our roars! We are the Venom! We are the Cure!
Elites
I expected better from invincible warriors, but when our soul arts began to make them bleed, they turned green. King Zedek's spare Princes and Princesses ran home, and left the civilians to their fates. I got my blood boiling for nothing. We won't honor them by taking their heads. Let their bones turn to dust, and their names fade to nothing. They'll forever be known as anonymous worms that pretended they were more.
Horsemen
Famine, Conquest, and I rode into battle. Pestilence stayed behind, as they always do. It'd be depressing riding into battle against an opponent that's already bleeding their organs out from every orifice. The Horseman of Death joined him, her, whatever, and invited them to watch some pretentious string quartet while we fight in 'your' name.
After completing the 'Dante to Beatrice' quest:
The Crimson Rider
When you and Lord Dage revealed that form and turned everyone in Atlas to dust with a mere sigh, we felt it. Every soul in the Legion is tethered to Lord Dage's, and we felt ourselves stretch from the endless beginning to the final end. It was only for a split second, but it was…harrowing? War makes me feel alive. I exist to spill blood and sunder the greatest foes! But that…the Endless Expanse…so that's what it's like to be afraid.
March
The Legion has the Castle of the Hesperides surrounded. It's frustrating to have to stop here, but as you have commanded, our armies will not cross the threshold. Only General Slaine, the former Queen of Atlas, and that Paladin are allowed to fly inside. We await your ascension with our new scars. Rise above our roars! We are the Venom! We are the Cure!
Elites
I expected better from invincible warriors, but when our soul arts began to make them bleed, they turned green. King Zedek's spare Princes and Princesses ran home, and left the civilians to their fates. I got my blood boiling for nothing. We won't honor them by taking their heads. Let their bones turn to dust, and their names fade to nothing. They'll forever be known as anonymous worms that pretended they were more.
Horsemen
Famine, Conquest, and I rode into battle. Pestilence stayed behind, as they always do. It'd be depressing riding into battle against an opponent that's already bleeding their organs out from every orifice. The Horseman of Death joined him, her, whatever, and invited them to watch some pretentious string quartet while we fight in 'your' name.
Location: Atlas Falls
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