We minister to many gravely hurt warriors in our work. And we see firsthand that a true Asmodian laughs at wounds.

Indeed, some ordeals of the flesh are disguised blessings, for they can trigger the latent Daeva within and prompt ascension.

Ordeals of the heart, too, can rip asunder what is mortal and free the Daeva within. Tell me truthfully, Player. What was it that triggered your ascension?

Player: "Munin's prophecy awakened me."

Munin! Munin the exile? That name is anathema!

Player, I had heard tongues wagging wickedly about you. Now I see your choices set those tongues into motion. Is Munin the sort you choose to associate with?

Munin has many enemies. His prophecy concerning the Thirteenth Empyrean Lord turned many hearts against him.

Player: "The Thirteenth Empyrean Lord?"

Hush, young stormcrow. If you sow breezes, you will reap hurricanes. Where Munin is concerned, it is better to remain silent.

And you're too busy to linger on such indiscretions. Asmodae needs you, Player, and to excel in the service of Asmodae is to honor those who made us so strong in the first place.

Your chance to serve has already come. I have been ordered to dispatch you to Altgard Fortress.

Player: "I'm no snow angel."

A sense of humor will serve you well in Altgard. It is a bleak place, and it could surely use some of your youthful levity.

Maybe someone is trying to keep you out of the way. You are a known associate of Mu...of a certain exile, after all.

Player, turn this challenge to your advantage. Work hard in Altgard, wear away what remains of your mortal softness, and in time you will be strong enough to face the Abyss. Are you ready for Altgard?

Player: Accept.

Take this letter to Altgard Fortress. Give it to Centurion Meiyer, and he will assign your first duties.

To reach Altgard Fortress, ask Doman at the Gate of Pandaemonium.

Player: "The task is mine!"

Nice to see you at last, Player. I was starting to wonder...sometimes new Daevas can't cope with the responsibility that accompanies those wings.

Altgard Fortress, is it? Good. More meat for the grinder! When you're ready to go, just say the word.

Player: "I'm ready."

The new Daeva from Pandaemonium...hmmm. Welcome to the Altgard Fortress!

Heimdall's already written to me about you. Looks like he thought you could use a guiding hand. "Go easy on Player," it says here. "Relatively inexperienced. Recent ascension."

There's too much father and not enough soldier in ol' Heimdall.

Player: "Here's my letter of recommendation."

The paperwork is all in order. Did Brigade General Suthran give you your assignment yet? Get over there as soon as you can.

Hurry! You don't want to hear Suthran's "more disappointed than angry" speech.