Pah! Such faithless souls shouldn't multiply!

Player: "What's wrong?"

That Reian!

He thinks we should "all just get along" with the crabs. He doesn't understand Crab Fest.

And he shows no respect to the crabs, no fear of Aion's wrath. I need your strength to deal with him.

Player: Accept.

He's created Epiclones, automatons that chase after me whenever I try to make or consume crab.

I applaud his persistence, but not his aims. He keeps us from becoming one with the crabs! From eating tasty crab cakes.

Bring me their Reian Rations. I bet they make a hearty side dish.

Player: "Mmmmm. Crab cakes. Blood for blood!"

Ah, Crab Fest.

Storytelling, parades, food...

Player: "And here's some more food!"

Hah! This'll teach that sun-addled Reian.

Hide behind his mindless minions and try disrupt our festival, will he?

Good job, Player. You showed that weakling what for!
Here you are, just standing there.

Why haven't you destroyed the Epiclones and taken their Reian Rations as tribute?

Player: "Distracted by the crabs. I'm on it, though."