Finally. We're finally ready.

I can hardly believe that the day has come. It feels... unreal. But we have fought so hard for it, and for such a long time. Player, we deserve a life free of Balaur tyranny! We all do.

Player: "Then the Balaur must be exterminated."

This first foray won't be an all-out assault. It's a scouting mission. We know too little about the Eye.

Each faction is sending an elite force of troops into Tiamaranta's Eye. The Elyos company just left, but you can still catch up with them. The Asmodian and Reian companies are on their way. I'll be joining them shortly.

Are you prepared, Player? I will send you when you're ready.

Player: "I am prepared. Let's go."

Very little movement so far, [%userclass].

The plan is to move north along the Eye's walls, tracking the movements of any patrols while we get the layout of the Eye.

Primary objective is to locate the Dragon Lord. Keep your eyes peeled and your weapons at the ready.

Player: "Let's move out."

What is this? Where are the Asmodians?

What happened here, Player?

Tell me immediately, I command you!

Player: "The Asmodians begged to taste our blades, and we obliged them."

You fools! You pride-blinded, venomous wretches! You will spit on our alliance when we are this close to victory? If Kahrun finds out... If the Asmodians find out! Player, you have doomed us!

No... there is still a chance... if we simply never speak of this again. We will blame the Balaur, and I will hold my lying tongue. I know better now than to trust an Elyos, and I know better than to trust you.

The Balaur are coming, so I have no more time to speak.... But your people WILL feel consequences from this.

Player: "Not as much as the Asmodians did just now."

The Balaur? But how? How could they know? And the Asmodians were a well-prepared, highly trained force...

War breaks one's heart with its unpredictable ferocity. Their legions must be even stronger than we thought.

We need to strategize. Keep your company close by ours, Player, and we shall face the Balaur together, as friends.

Player: "As... friends."

I had feared as much. We've underestimated them yet again.

We'll need to withdraw, regroup, and prepare a larger force. This will take longer than I had hoped.

Ah... Before you go, Player, I want to give you something. This weapon is made to exacting standards. It is deadly, and in your capable hands it will spell slaughter for the Balaur. The Reian people appreciate your service, Player. You're dismissed.