My mind is clear and cold with the cleansing winds of rage. I must figure out a way to retake the fortress!

I will not rest I until the fortress is in Asmodian hands, even if I must die a thousand deaths.

Player: "As must we all, for Asmodae!"

My Legionaries and I are working on a strategy to retake the fortress, but we have an obstacle.

Life Reapers hinder our work.When we try to attack them they just flee. We cannot waste time tracking them down!

Player, will you rid us of these light-poxed haunts? Then we can focus on the assault.

Player: Accept.

Excellent. Go now, and defeat the Life Reapers.

Meanwhile, we will work out a plan of attack.

Report when you have completed the mission.

Player: "The task is mine!"

Player, those cursed things have not bothered us since you left.

Thanks to you, we've made significant progress in mapping out our strategy.

Tell me how many you killed.

Player: "I wiped their ghostly presence from the map!"

Just as I expected from the likes of you. With efforts like yours we'll soon recapture the fortress.

My only concern is that there may still be Life Reapers hiding in the rubble. If you see them, vanquish them.