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Stirrings of War Spoilers  

Following is the transcript for the mission AU38 - Stirrings of War.

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Scene 1: Aht Urhgan Whitegate

Abquhbah: ...and so the posters for Duzaf were removed before we even had time to...

Abquhbah: (Whisper, whisper...whisper...)

Naja Salaheem: Ya can't be serious!?

Abquhbah: All rewards for information, not to mention the bounty itself...

Abquhbah: (Whisper, whisper...whisper...)

Naja Salaheem: !!!

Naja Salaheem: M-my...my...

Naja Salaheem: My Blackbelly...golden serpent medal...Imperial bounty...piles of Empress loot...flawless prrroject...

Abquhbah: President...President Naja!?

Naja Salaheem: Ahahaha...fly, my pretties...

Naja Salaheem: Look! In the sky! 2000 Imperial gold pieces flying away...!

Abquhbah: I think her saucer's tipped over...

Naja Salaheem: Aaargh!

Naja Salaheem: What the hell happened to my perfectly orchestrrrated plan!? What has that good-for-nothin' knucklehead been doin' out there!?

Naja Salaheem: Whether my suspicion hit the mark or not, it's an employee's duty to rrreport in immediately! Am I wrrrong!?

Abquhbah: A-a perfectly reasonable supposition, President Naja...

Abquhbah: (I may have to initiate emergency evacuation procedure 1-B!)

Naja Salaheem: Of all the incompetent...!

Abquhbah: !

Naja Salaheem: You!!!

Abquhbah: Uh-oh!

Abquhbah: I can't watch!

Abquhbah: PLAYERNAME!?

Abquhbah: Oh dear, oh dear...

Abquhbah: Can you hear me? Hang in there, PLAYERNAME!

Razfahd: Nine hundred years...

Razfahd: For nine hundred years, emperors down through history have dreamed of seeing the scattered remnants of the iron colossus thus brought together.

Razfahd: For this purpose alone, we have fought in countless, fruitless conflicts, both within and without the Empire, in search of the lost candescences...

Ghatsad: It has been an epic, if pointless, struggle.

Razfahd: But my father had a different vision.

Ghatsad: Yes. It was the innovative Emperor Jalzahn that devised the notion of manufacturing a colossus, as well as the candescences, using our own resources and technology.

Razfahd: "There is always a way. If you cannot find one, create one."

Razfahd: Another of his famous sayings...

Ghatsad: And you, my Lord Razfahd, are doing a splendid job of following in his footsteps.

Razfahd: Spare me your platitudes. My father's idea was merely a catalyst.

Razfahd: I have my own vision--my own path to glory.

Ghatsad: I meant no offense, Grand Vizier...

Razfahd: How can we know that Alexander will choose to manifest in our mechanical giant, as he once infused the iron colossus?

Ghatsad: This is not the time to waver. It is said that Alexander only favors the strongest among us.

Ghatsad: According to my calculations, our mechanical creation has many times the destructive power of the Alzadaal construct.

Ghatsad: I have no doubts concerning its worthiness. Alexander is but awaiting the moment of his resurrection...

Ghatsad: Everything I have worked towards has been in preparation for that glorious day.

Razfahd: Yes, it will be glorious...

Razfahd: But we cannot jump ahead of ourselves. First we must unravel the Gordeus.

Ghatsad: The Gordeus... What an unexpected taste of irony.

Ghatsad: Who would have suspected she had made such modifications to the automatons I designed?

Razfahd: It was an oversight on our part. Nashmeira's mother Jubleel was an eccentric woman, but none could fault her intelligence.

Ghatsad: Yes, a brilliant scholar.

Ghatsad: Before I enlisted her as my pupil, Jubleel was well known in the academic community for her work in deciphering complicated scrolls of Walahran philosophy.

Razfahd: When I was still a boy, she also instructed me in arts of the puppetmaster.

Razfahd: The device she invented to instill behavioral patterns made it simple for even a beginner like myself to make Mnejing move in the most lifelike manner.

Ghatsad: Ah, the concept of "programming." I must admit to being dumbstruck by her ideas.

Razfahd: If we had only realized how much truth was contained in her ramblings.

Razfahd: "Everything is born from the Gordeus..."

Razfahd: What of Nashmeira?

Amnaf: She remains secluded in her chambers, Grand Vizier.

Razfahd: Stubborn child.

Amnaf: Your orders?

Razfahd: Tell her this:

Razfahd: If she cooperates in unlocking the puppets' secrets, I will reconsider Luzaf's fate.

Razfahd: Should she refuse, we will have no choice but to dismantle Ovjang and Mnejing for Ghatsad to analyze.

Amnaf: Understood.

Raubahn: Keep a strict guard--she is not to slip away again.

Amnaf: Sir.

Ghatsad: Do you truly mean to release Luzaf?

Razfahd: Of course not.

Razfahd: However, "he" reappeared just as we were completing the mechanical colossus--it can be no coincidence.

Ghatsad: You believe there is some connection...?

Razfahd: It is possible.

Razfahd: And until we know the significance of this connection, I intend to keep Luzaf alive.

Ghatsad: But if he--

Razfahd: Do not worry. I will not allow this underworld apocalypse of theirs to occur.

Razfahd: All the keys to the Age of Judgment lie in the palm of my hand.

Razfahd: I will keep him under control--even should he become the incarnation of a god.

Abquhbah: PLAYERNAME appears to be coming around!

Naja Salaheem: Phew, I'm glad he's/she's okay...

Abquhbah: You're..."glad"...?

Naja Salaheem: Ahem! Finally wakin' up, is he/she? Guess I don't know my own strrrength!

Abquhbah: (I must have imagined that glimpse of compassion...)

Abquhbah: Isn't there something you'd like to say to PLAYERNAME?

Naja Salaheem: I...uh...that is to say...

Naja Salaheem: It's all Duzaf's fault. This doesn't qualify ya for worker's compensation!

Abquhbah: President Naja!

Naja Salaheem: S-sorry about crrracking your head, PLAYERNAME...

Naja Salaheem: N-now, don't ya have some sorta rrreport for me? Hm?

What do you have to report?

PLAYERNAME: The truth of Naja's suspicions.

Naja Salaheem: Oho.

Naja Salaheem: So Duzaf was rrreally Luzaf.

Naja Salaheem: I knew I was rrright...

Naja Salaheem: But ya were collared by the admiral and sent to guard the corsairs' hideout...

Naja Salaheem: Then ya barely escape with your life, and now ya think you're bein' hunted.

Naja Salaheem: So ya were afrrraid to rrreport in until the scary Admiral Luzaf was caught, is that it?

Naja Salaheem: Of all the spineless, gutless... And ya call yourself a Salaheem's Sentinel!?

Naja Salaheem: A corsairs' hideout... Hmmm...

Naja Salaheem: ...

Abquhbah: Is something wrong, President Naja?

Naja Salaheem: I thought I caught the scent of gold in the air.

Abquhbah: But gold doesn't have a scent...

Naja Salaheem: I guess I must've imagined it. ...

What do you have to report?

PLAYERNAME: Aphmau's "message."

Naja Salaheem: !!!

Naja Salaheem: Why didn't ya say somethin'!?

Naja Salaheem: You...you...

Naja Salaheem: Alrrready...? Things are moving too fast...

Naja Salaheem: Hm?

Naja Salaheem: This is not for the likes of you two! Now scoot for a bit so's I can concentrrrate!

Abquhbah: What's come over the president? She never wants to spend time "thinking."

Abquhbah: I hope all this "thinking" doesn't lead to one of her tantrums.

Abquhbah: Well, at least the loss of Duzaf's bounty seems to have blown over without any casualties.

Abquhbah: Oh, I didn't mean to make light of your injury, PLAYERNAME...

Abquhbah: Y-you take care of that bump!

Travialce: PLAYERNAME. I am glad to have found you.

Travialce: I have urgent news.

Travialce: Please accompany me to Balrahn Way.

Travialce: The Divine Empress Nashmeira II has been stripped of her authority, and the Grand Vizier now controls the government...

Travialce: Events have transpired just as His Highness had feared they would.

Travialce: The prince is acquainted with the current Empress, having once accepted an invitation to visit Aht Urhgan as a guest of the state.

Travialce: I know nothing of the events that occurred during that time...

Travialce: However, His Highness is fervently confident of Empress Nashmeira's ability to navigate a righteous course for her nation.

Rodin-Comidin: Sir Travialce.

Rodin-Comidin: Isn't this place a little open for holding an emergency council!?

Rodin-Comidin: Aren't you worried about spies in the crowd!? What if we were targeted for random surveillance!?

Travialce: A pleasure to see you again, Rodin-Comidin.

Rodin-Comidin: Oh, and by the way, I've been ordered to cease all exchanges of information with non-Windurstian agents.

Rodin-Comidin: We've discovered some facts about the Astral Candescence that would knock the starch out of your stuffy Elvaan shirt!

Rodin-Comidin: Ah! Doctor Shan...ah, Lady Karababa forbade me to speak of it to anyone!

Rodin-Comidin: Wait! What's that delightful aroma? I think I smell kebabs...

Rodin-Comidin: I'll just mosey on over and grab a bite to eat while we're waiting for everyone to get here!

Rodin-Comidin: Whoa!

Travialce: Lady Ayame!

Travialce: What a pleasant surprise. I did not expect a Mythril Musketeer to attend...

Ayame: Bastok recognizes that the situation has grown beyond the scope of simple intelligence gathering.

Travialce: Meaning?

Ayame: Meaning that Strategic Command has ordered the Bastokan Navy to prepare for war.

Travialce: Prepare for war? Are you not acting prematurely...?

Rodin-Comidin: Wake up and smell the chai, Travialce. Windurst has already deployed her amphibious Cardians.

Ayame: This speculation is not constructive. If everyone is present, I suggest we discuss the main agenda.

Travialce: I have heard no word from Gessho...

Ayame: Excuse my bluntness of speech, but we do not have the luxury of time to wait for latecomers.

Rodin-Comidin: Let's get this over with.

Travialce: The situation we had all hoped to avoid now looms before us.

Ayame: Then it has been decided.

Travialce: Yes. An allied forces military council will be called into session.

Ayame: Such a council has not been held since the end of the Great War...

Travialce: Our main prerogative is to avoid the commencement of hostilities.

Travialce: As a step towards this objective, I propose an open forum for the exchange of information.

Ayame: I agree. Is there anything you would like to share with us, PLAYERNAME?

Ayame: You have infiltrated the deepest layer of Imperial government, if I'm not mistaken?

What do you speak of?

PLAYERNAME: Recent events.

Travialce: It cannot be... The incarnation of Odin?

Ayame: And the Empress held prisoner by her own subjects...

Rodin-Comidin: No! The bounty on Duzaf's head has been withdrawn?

Ayame: Was there anything else of import, PLAYERNAME?

What do you speak of?

PLAYERNAME: Razfahd's message.

Travialce: Conflict may be unavoidable...

Ayame: This threatens to escalate into war on a scale greater than any in history.

Ayame: The loss of life will be incalcuable...

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