key quest
It was a dance of chaos which led to the guardian's demise.
Lightning cracked and the stench of ozone filled the air, even as a small, redheaded figure slipped beneath the impossible bulk of the earthen creature. As Reckoning stabbed into a chink in its rocky surface, raging through the mossy, living mass beneath, the guardian let out a deafening howl. It twisted, best as it could, even as it collapsed - one of its great fists swiped out to swat at Ashetta - and this time it connected.
It smacked her against the wall as it had done Aedion; Ashe, at least, would live through it.
But still, it collapsed, and as the glow died from its eyes it appeared to fall apart completely in an avalanche of stone and flint. Only Zariah's shield would save Sam's life, the Ascended still battered and bruised by the falling debris, but not buried by it at least. Zariah's goodwill would cost, though - it left her open to the falling rocks herself, and she would find herself near-crushed beneath a boulder.
Still, when the dust settles... three warriors still remain.
The door up is clear. More stairs, more climbing...
The light takes on a blue tinge...
Then grey...
Another platform. This one filled with
the
ones
you
have
lost.
They sit or stand, fallen comrades, fallen friends, loved ones, family (or as good as) looking just as they did when they were alive. They fill this chamber, laughing and smiling, drinking or dancing, and they beckon to you. They invite you to join them, to stay with them.
We were here all along, they seem to say. What took you so long?
HP:
Ashetta: 104
Samuel: 53
Zariah: 78
The post order is as follows:
Ashetta
Samuel
Zariah
You have 24 hours to respond.
Lightning cracked and the stench of ozone filled the air, even as a small, redheaded figure slipped beneath the impossible bulk of the earthen creature. As Reckoning stabbed into a chink in its rocky surface, raging through the mossy, living mass beneath, the guardian let out a deafening howl. It twisted, best as it could, even as it collapsed - one of its great fists swiped out to swat at Ashetta - and this time it connected.
It smacked her against the wall as it had done Aedion; Ashe, at least, would live through it.
But still, it collapsed, and as the glow died from its eyes it appeared to fall apart completely in an avalanche of stone and flint. Only Zariah's shield would save Sam's life, the Ascended still battered and bruised by the falling debris, but not buried by it at least. Zariah's goodwill would cost, though - it left her open to the falling rocks herself, and she would find herself near-crushed beneath a boulder.
Still, when the dust settles... three warriors still remain.
The door up is clear. More stairs, more climbing...
The light takes on a blue tinge...
Then grey...
Another platform. This one filled with
the
ones
you
have
lost.
They sit or stand, fallen comrades, fallen friends, loved ones, family (or as good as) looking just as they did when they were alive. They fill this chamber, laughing and smiling, drinking or dancing, and they beckon to you. They invite you to join them, to stay with them.
We were here all along, they seem to say. What took you so long?
HP:
Ashetta: 104
Samuel: 53
Zariah: 78
The post order is as follows:
You have 24 hours to respond.
