Wayward Ego Dialogue INCOMPLETE. NEED MISC/END DIALOGUE

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Liberator! I am truly grateful that you've come, can you taste the air? It's freedom!

There you are, the one to shatter this crimson cage and grant me freedom!

{What are you?}

Pardon my haste special one, I have not introduced myself - an identity, yes, I need an identity. For the meantime you may call me ambition - for that is all I feel as of this moment.

The liberator wants a name, a moniker for this transient form  - well, you can call me ambition. I am what I feel, like any man!

I am compelled, liberator. Pulled towards my wants with great force, a desire converged upon by gods, lords and men. That want is power!

And the corpse king rotting atop his spire needs a prince, and who better to take up that venerated role than ambition.

An incredible drive spurs within, and the king at the center of this maelstrom demands a Prince. And a Prince I hope to become, the visions are palpable, ever so possible.

For once the fog has cleared and those shackle do not burden me so much, so much possibility now, we just have to reach for it.

Palpable, proximal, personal - it is now possible. From this hideous pit emerges royalty who awaits his throne.

{Speak clearly demon.}

Yes, strip away the artifice and cast away pretension. Forgive my joy liberator, becoming aware of a destiny - rewritten - has made me giddy *Breathes heavily* yes, it has.

Take in the child yet conceived behind, it gestates in the wanting womb - the very durance which bore me. Liberator, I wish you would kill this child, and remove the final hurdle to my rise.

Yet every harm directed is rendered hollow, aren't they mother? You covet your child with such fervour.

The child is already named, would you believe that liberator? She has called it "Whisper".


{What do you want me to kill?}

If we could only inflict death to the dead - to ameliorate that contradiction would cease my struggle. Yet it cannot be.

However! There is another who could be the source of your malice, an anchor to ambition - the bank of remembering; The husk.

If you see this husk - this frail, pathetic...thing - kill it. Bring it low, tear it to pieces and hunt the remaining scintilla of its vessel.

And I will be free, truly free.


Would you speak without passion after the knowledge of finally being free? I have been born again from the womb of want, I will see you on the other side. Now off you go! We will be speaking again when the winds of change cross your land.

And if you see "it", the shackle that still clings to existence like a wretched roach. Kill it, and let the last vestiges of doubt be washed away.

{Out of my way, I will not hear your ranting any longer.}

You say that to me now, but when we next meet you will sing another tune, I assure you. I will keep your face burned in my memory, even when I scrub my hideous birth and growth from my mind, you will be there, a mental imprint on my dreams.

Your every inflection will be heard from here to the dying light, your image burned for my future dreams. We will meet again liberator, and I will be pleased to see you again.

Rejoice! You are witnessing a tale of triumph, against fate and those who ordained me to fester in the gutter, this is a will to power!

The worm will conquer the mountain as they say! Ha ha *strained breathing* Everything that is ugly, everything that is weak, will all be burned away.

And you will join me in this growth, where I had gone from scum to royalty, you will go from nomad to nobility. Then, me and you, will destroy the dark mother together! Goodness and beauty will prevail!

Farewell intrepid friend, may we divulge on the last axiom when our paths cross again.




[NPC ATTACKING PLAYER/ENEMY]
You will not end my dream!
I am the dominant man.
You fall, I stand!
I've faced far worse.
I'll wear your skin next.

[NPC BEING ATTACKED]
Not the flesh!
Get back!
You can't!
Eughhhhhhhh (demon scream).

[NPC Death]

*Breathes heavy from injury* For it to all come to this, was I but another pawn in your game?

From the hells to the heavens, to experience it all... only to be put down like an animal.

Worse... Like a slave.

Should have known the journey was over, for what comes beyond the peak?

Yet even at the zenith, i was left wanting. That peace, that release....... just beyond reach.

Palpable *coughs* proximal *Deep breath* personal - *breathes heavily as it dies* it is all so...

Pitiable...