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Dialogue
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Music: "Roaring Soul"
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- Naga Executioner: Hrrkkk...
- Naga Executioner: Heh...heheh.
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- Baelfyr: You want the last laugh that badly?
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- Naga Executioner: As I ssssaid...the High Priest has marked you for death...
- Naga Executioner: Our Goddess...has cursed your soul herself.
- Naga Executioner: Your head...shall be claimed...one way or another.
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- Baelfyr: I certainly look forward to it.
- Baelfyr: You, on the other hand...
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- Much like what he had done to the dryad Alraune, Baelfyr drags his dagger across the throat of his assailant.
- Its dark blood spills across the golden wheat,
- but even in death, its slit pupils remain unblinking and fixed on Baelfyr.
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- Baelfyr: Tch.
- Baelfyr: It was merely an exchange of convenience.
- Baelfyr: Your High Priest, of all people, should have known this.
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- Leaving the Naga's body under some brush, Baelfyr turns and begins to leave, but finds himself suddenly unable to move.
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Music: "Source Hall"
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- Baelfyr: (My body...I can't move my body.)
- Baelfyr: (Someone's...coming.)
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- Baelfyr falls to his knees, struggling to counteract this unseen force that is keeping him locked in position.
- A heavyset, armored creature similar to the executioner emerges from a hidden pool,
- accompanied by several smaller ones adorned with skulls, beads, and bones.
- As they chant in sonorous, sibilant tones, the larger Naga lowers its enormous, toothy maw and grins at his prey.
- Naga Shieldbearer: Maybe you shouldn't have been so cocky, mnanh'.
- Naga Shieldbearer: Our brother bought us plenty of time to keep your fidgety little human legs from running off.
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- Naga Shieldbearer: Heh heh. Didn't you have a lot to say before?
- Naga Shieldbearer: Come now, we could use sssscreaming to go with our rites...
- The armored Naga slithers over to Baelfyr and grabs his arms, forcefully pinning them behind his back.
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- Baelfyr feels his face graze against the ground.
- His fists grow white-knuckled from the sheer effort of attempting to resist the spell.
- Baelfyr: (Easy now...maybe this will work.)
- Baelfyr: (One, two...)
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- Naga Shieldbearer: Stay *still*, mnahn'—
- As the shieldbearer raises his arm to thump the back of Baelfyr's head for daring to struggle,
- a burst of flame erupts from Baelfyr's hand right into its scaled belly.
- Naga Shieldbearer: Groargh!
- His wrists free, Baelfyr sends another burst into the midst of the channeling Nagas, breaking their concentration.
- Their incantation abruptly breaks off, and Baelfyr seizes his weapons.
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- Baelfyr: Oh, don't look so surprised.
- Baelfyr: This little trick worked so well on your friends back in the Central Province.
- Baelfyr: And now you'll all get a chance to try it firsthand.
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- Baelfyr: I must applaud you for your efforts...
- Baelfyr: ...but it will take more than that to drive me under.
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- Naga Shieldbearer: Hrrrgghh...
- Naga Shieldbearer: When I'm through with you...I'll use that cursed flame of yours to turn you to ash.
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- Baelfyr: Oh, don't I know that sentiment.
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- Baelfyr: This meeting is *over*.
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