A Legion brute, obliterating priceless knowledge. Imagine that.
Long has this one been a blight upon your world. Not all his schemes came to fruition, but those that did caused untold ruin.
From birth, pitlords are oversized and stupid. Somehow the Legion manages to magnify both traits.
At times it seems the Naga beg for scraps from the Legion's table. But the queen they serve wants far more than that.
Ah, I do enjoy seeing the shrine of a great enemy profaned by the spirits of its own worshippers.
The haughty elves of old had such regard for their own spirits. Such a delicious indignity.
Invaders messily corrupting other invaders. Typical. Far more useful to coax them along the proper path, don't you think?
Let me guide your hand as you battle this vessel. Though it retains but a fraction of the fallen titan's power, you will not survive its onslaught without my expertise.
You must face the Deceiver on his own ground, where he is vulnerable. Come, let us taste his soul.
A remnant of power lingers in this broken temple. It must be ours. Come, enter the circle and take it.
My mistake. It seems the upstart goddess still holds sway here. Oh well.
So much death here. So much power.
Is this not the site of what you mortals consider your greatest humiliation? I hope you fare better this time.
I don't believe these lands have seen such carnage since the battle for Katanth. Such a long time ago.
This was always a place of power. Aegwynn was drawn here, and before here, the elves, and before them, the trolls. And before them...
That fel edifice towering over the land pales in comparison to the grandeur of what stood here long ago.
It was here, in ages past, that the God of the Deep lost a great battle to the God of Seven Heads, but as was so often the case, even defeat ultimately worked in N'Zoth's favor.
This trifling skirmish is no more than a distraction. The true battle draws nigh as the circle nears completion.
This conflict is but a shadow of an ancient war that predated the meddling of the Titans. Infinite armies clashed in ceaseless battle. But I'm sure your little war is impressive...in its own way.
It took ages to make my return to the surface after The Sundering. The Naga can be so possessive of artifacts.
This land has seen so much upheaval. The Cataclysm, the Sundering, the Scouring...you really have no idea.
You were a good choice. No other wielder has murdered their way across a continent quite like you have. I admire your...endurance.
The Light would have your kind remain obedient and stagnant. I offer the gifts of freedom and strength. I hope you remember my kindness.
Your allies consider me a bad influence. Yet all I've ever done is speed you along the path you chose.
I can feel the pulse of your world quickening. Soon, all will be drenched in its life blood.
She lives! No! I will never let her bind me again.
Ah, merely a lingering echo of her power. Nothing to be concerned about, child.
Even her echo prattles on endlessly. Do you see now what I had to deal with?
I am every bit as mighty as the Tidestone, or any of these other musty relics.
A dream of perfect beauty. Ridiculous! This world knows only pain child.
Do not trust her ramblings. I am the only true power here.
You are better off without her.
This one is powerful! But stupid. It would make a worthless minion.
Ah! My former master. The time for revenge is at hand.
That fool saw me as little more than a trinket for harvesting power. He has paid for his lack of vision.
The Legion has conquered this shore. Soon we shall conquer the Legion in turn.
This place holds a mere fraction of the Legion's might. There are many horrors yet to behold.
Do you smell the charred flesh upon the wind? Ah the scent of home.
Your last visit here was nearly the end of you. How fortunate that you now enjoy my company.
This place is so like Argus. Twisted, shattered, and broken. Ah, almost makes me homesick.
Your skills have improved significantly since we first met. Given a few thousand years, you may even rise to the level of my best apprentices.
And here we are, the site where fools were vanquished. Remember, courage is no substitute for power.
Do you sense it? The lifeblood of your world flows just under the surface of this place.
I know ancient incantations which could tap into the lifeblood of your world. This would be an ideal place to unleash them.
The Naga are a corrupted race. The possess Arcane skill, but lack the finesse inherent to my people.
I detest spirits. Always blathering about their former lives. Consume their souls and be done with them!
An intriguing use of soul energy! They could have accomplished so much, had they merely applied themselves.
This place reeks of the titans. Careful. Power still echoes within this ancient golem. It would be prudent to destroy it before the Legion empowers it further.
The Deceiver scorned my talents while I still lived. Let us see which of us survives the battle to come!
Ah, the skies of home! I did not believe I would see this world again.
