“The Heroes of Eldermont are proud to stand with such proud and fierce warriors as I see before me!” He raised Daybreak above his head and it grew brighter still. The light of the holy sword shone for miles.
"Find and steal the dwarven boon Whelm, and he will come after you.” Blissa’s instructions had been very clear. “Use the boon to defeat him, put this gem in his mouth, sow it shut and bring his corpse back to me.”
"Oh...the he-she was pleasant enough to look at, I suppose. Might have been fun, if a bit confusing figuring out what to do with all the extra bits she'd bring into the mix."
"I fed you people I thought deserved it. But, the...the look in their face when you devoured their souls. The sounds they made when they met their fate as your meal...it was too much...too much to bear."
The device was a puzzle box of sorts, with various colored tiles on its outer surface, and a unique magical symbol inlaid with gold on each individual tile.
Vax sat on the back of the Eater of Worlds as it sped beneath the sea towards the Isle of Swaldune. He and the other Heroes stared ahead wordlessly in the murky depths with only Squee’s constant singing breaking the silence. Each targ,...
"You are forgiven, my child. My virgin-turned-matron. You loved Hazel like a child from your very womb. She lived a powerful life and was loved. Now let her go."
"I've restored deserts back into grassy plains. Brought forests back from human clear-cutting. I've restored areas burned down by volcanic eruptions. And now...I aim to heal the wound this war will put on our world."