Firim: I, of course, am Firim. Sure you have heard of my expedition to locate Zereth Mortis.
Pelagos: I fear not. But the brokers in Bastion do tell of an expedition that went missing long, long ago.
Firim: Missing? Hardly! I succeeded in finding this realm of knowledge and wonder. A place of tranquility... until the Mawsworn attacked.
Pelagos: I see no Mawsworn here. Where are they?
Firim: The Jailer's forces are spreading like a plague across Zereth Mortis. No doubt he seeks entrance to the Sepulcher.
Firim: The secrets of the cosmos lie within. Be wary! His agents could be anywhere...
Pelagos: What manner of constructs are these?
Firim: They are called automa. The caretakers of Zereth Mortis, left here by the First Ones.
Firim: If you can help me harness their might, perhaps I can find a way to use it against the Mawsworn.
Elder Ara: The sacred words tells us that the First Ones placed waystones at crucial locations where they would one day be needed.
Elder Ara: The waystones would respond only to certain living mortals. The ones destined to save the realms of death. The Maw Walkers.
Elder Ara: If it is the will of the First Ones, this waystone will open to you, mortal.
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Bolvar Fordragon: After your flight from the Arbiter's chamber, we defeated the nathrezim... but they had sabotaged the gateway.
Bolvar Fordragon: Once the stain of Maw magic had been cleansed, the Primus placed the gateway in this chamber.
Bolvar Fordragon: He trusted that you would find an anchor on the other side to reactivate it, giving us a path to Zereth Mortis.
Bolvar Fordragon: Now the true work begins... to save Anduin and to prevent the Jailer from remaking reality in his dark image.
Bolvar Fordragon: The Maw Walker has opened the way. Covenant forces, forward to Zereth Mortis!
Mal'Ganis: Surprised?
Mal'Ganis: It was so simple to cause chaos. They follow you blindly.
Mal'Ganis: They would die for 'you' without knowing who you really are.
Mal'Ganis: You are simply a face and a name. The rest is inconsequential.
Mal'Ganis: If I truly replaced you, would anyone notice?
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Baine Bloodhoof: <player>, it seems you could use some assistance.
Jaina Proudmoore: Mal'Ganis! I should have known you were meddling in this.
Mal'Ganis: Ah, Lady Proudmoore. A pity you did not come sooner--but I have stalled long enough for Zovaal's 'champion'. Farewell.