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chat_system_1818632506_actor_description=Kord Tobos. Dwarf-Priest. Posh ..
chat_system_1818632506_switch_0_header_0=^?^You liberated Sterk from the prison of the stone. He has left this world, but the memory of the Great Dragon will live forever. The Keepers will keep watch over the Temple of Sorrow.
chat_system_1818632506_snap_0_question=^?^The temple is purged of evil spirits, thanks to you. Now I can begin my duties as the temple Keeper! The director of the Temple has given me all the necessary papers and keys. A solemn sadness slowly fills my thoughts...
chat_system_1818632506_snap_0_answer_0=^?^Show what you have for sale
chat_system_1818632506_snap_0_answer_1=^?^Adoration of sadness and grief... How very strange!
chat_system_1818632506_snap_0_answer_2=^?^What is it that the temple Keeper protects? What exactly is kept here?
chat_system_1818632506_snap_0_answer_3=^?^I'd like to have the Stone of Sadness, which is kept in the Temple!
chat_system_1818632506_snap_0_answer_4=^?^I would like to see the dragon Sterk. Take me to him!
chat_system_1818632506_snap_0_header_4=^?^Very well. Follow me, child of the Prophecy...
chat_system_1818632506_snap_0_answer_5=^?^(Leave...)
chat_system_1818632506_snap_5_question=^?^The Temple of Sorrow is a refuge for the doomed and the bereaved. We offer peace and consolation. Within the walls of our Temple, fear of the inevitable turns into sorrowful acceptance. One must look to the end without shrinking back in apprehension! The end is a time for serenity and a beautifully uplifting melancholy. After all, the road to eternity passes through sorrow.
chat_system_1818632506_snap_5_answer_0=^?^Why do people come here? For comfort? Hope? Strength?
chat_system_1818632506_snap_5_header_0=^?^We do not heal wounds, either bodily or spiritual. The strength of the Temple of Sorrow lies in its avoidance of painful agony: here, the final, brief agonizing moments of life stretch on and on for years, dissipating the anguish, until it becomes naught but the lingering ache of regret. In the Temple of Sorrow, we do not raise flames from the spark of life, but allow that spark to smolder indefinitely!<br>Depletion of the spiritual or corporeal does not end – it is only the beginning! I cannot fill a pitcher with a drop of wine, yet, in my hands a drop may be drunk by many, if it is indeed the very last. The last breath of air, the last beam of light, the flash of pain, a drop of mana. – All so infinitesimally small, and yet simultaneously infinitely great, if you follow our guidance.
chat_system_1818632506_snap_4_question=^?^We store Knowledge and guard Peace. I will tell you the history of our Temple...<br>...Many centuries ago, the Dwarves of Montero resisted the raids of bloodthirsty orcs, who came to steal our treasures. Defeat was imminent, many thousands of dwarves had fallen in battle. We were doomed...<br>But then we were saved by a miracle. The gods intervened. On the remote Island of Tekron lay the overgrown ruins of an ancient Temple, the Temple of Sorrow. In the shadows of this serene place slept the Great White Dragon Sterk, strong enough to be counted an equal among the gods. The sorrow of our people touched him, and he delivered our side to victory.
chat_system_1818632506_snap_4_answer_0=^?^You won the war?
chat_system_1818632506_snap_6_question=^?^A group brave dwarves rode the white dragon into the very heart of the orc horde! They destroyed all the shamans, and most of the warlords. Without the support of magic and their most talented commanders, the horde fell into chaos!<br>The bold spirits who rode Sterk to victory returned happily to Montero - the war between our races had ended, never to rekindle. The horde splintered into hundreds of tribes, who busied themselves with inter-tribal bickering, leaving the dwarves in peace.
chat_system_1818632506_snap_6_answer_0=^?^And what happened next?
chat_system_1818632506_snap_6_header_0=^?^The joy of victory was quieted – our savior, the White Dragon Sterk, had been struck by a magical attack. The wounds were mortal, and his life began to quickly fade.<br>And then the dragon showed us the power of the Temple of Sorrow - that it would let the dying fade into eternity. In the Temple, the dragon's wounds still bled, but the spark of life was never quenched. Sterk remained here in the bowels of the Temple, and the survivors of the memorable battle became Keepers of the Temple, protecting the repose of the white dragon. And for generation after generation, we Keepers guard this place, where the mortally wounded Sterk lies, bleeding, but without pain.
chat_system_1818632506_snap_1_question=^?^The stone is the lynchpin of the Temple – all is built upon this firm foundation. Indeed, it is the power of this stone that supports the strength of the wounded dragon Sterk. A thousand apologies, but I am the Keeper, and I must protect the peace of the dragon! I can not take you to him...
chat_system_1818632506_snap_1_answer_0=^?^But I need to get the stone. Many lives depend on it – and perhaps the fate of the entire world.
chat_system_1818632506_snap_2_question=^?^Arrrhh.<br>[s]A deep voice rises up, as if it were coming from the very stone walls of the temple. Listening for a moment, you suddenly realize that the voice is in fact coming from inside your head:[/s] <br>Keeper Tobos! I appreciate your zeal, but the prophecy of the Angel comes true. I will see this warrior princess. She comes for the power of the gods...
chat_system_1818632506_snap_2_answer_0=^?^Who said that? Dragon Sterk?
chat_system_1818632506_snap_7_question=^?^[s]The strange voice grows silent, but it seems that the dwarf heard it as well. The Keeper's eyes grow wide, and burn with reverential fear and respect.[/s] <br>Forgive me that I was so blind; I did not know who you were...<br>The dragon Sterk has called you. Please, follow me...
chat_system_1818632506_snap_7_answer_0=^?^(Follow the Keeper...)