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Apologies if this has already come up, but I found a NPC wandering Salisbury Plains tonite, he's called Akai the Prophet and he moves about on the plains near West Downs, about where the slave master bodyguards spawn and had the following to say:
By the Moon and the Stars, you! Come to me! I need to confess myself, I need to relieve myself from the legacy of my ancestors! I must...Ahh, I am burning! He burns me! He is in me! All in me!
Yes, may truth be told, I saw it in the stars! He is here once again, full of greed, greed for flesh and blood as never before. But he suffered you see, suffered so much... Sorrow and remorse, cries and sadness on the horizon!
Because the old one is not dead and, beyong the mountains, he watches his prey! Flee, flee before it is too late, his anger overcome your wisdom! Yes, in truth, Camelot the Eternal is no longer...
and the ashes of the arrogant will soon be scattered by the wind...The rose wither now and the Lis will no longer lean against her. Whitethorn et thistle, all they danse to his side, dreadfull gigue, Demonic saraband...
...honour to the spirits of a burning sand under a shameful past... In truth I tell you, the sowed seeds left a dark harvest. And the price, the price must now be paid...
The prophet lies down exhausted, out of breath, obviously drained by his sudden bursts of dementia... his confused look seems to stare into terrifying horrors...
Not quite sure what he is going on about, but I'm sure those people cleverer than I am will work it out, either that or I'll be told that it was worked out ages ago and be burnt to a cinder from flames
Oh and one other thing, when I clicked on him he gave me a dirty look, cheeky sod
By the Moon and the Stars, you! Come to me! I need to confess myself, I need to relieve myself from the legacy of my ancestors! I must...Ahh, I am burning! He burns me! He is in me! All in me!
Yes, may truth be told, I saw it in the stars! He is here once again, full of greed, greed for flesh and blood as never before. But he suffered you see, suffered so much... Sorrow and remorse, cries and sadness on the horizon!
Because the old one is not dead and, beyong the mountains, he watches his prey! Flee, flee before it is too late, his anger overcome your wisdom! Yes, in truth, Camelot the Eternal is no longer...
and the ashes of the arrogant will soon be scattered by the wind...The rose wither now and the Lis will no longer lean against her. Whitethorn et thistle, all they danse to his side, dreadfull gigue, Demonic saraband...
...honour to the spirits of a burning sand under a shameful past... In truth I tell you, the sowed seeds left a dark harvest. And the price, the price must now be paid...
The prophet lies down exhausted, out of breath, obviously drained by his sudden bursts of dementia... his confused look seems to stare into terrifying horrors...
Not quite sure what he is going on about, but I'm sure those people cleverer than I am will work it out, either that or I'll be told that it was worked out ages ago and be burnt to a cinder from flames
Oh and one other thing, when I clicked on him he gave me a dirty look, cheeky sod