Who is this who comes before me? Look close, stranger. You see your death. If you be no son of Ardan, begone!
- Tell me about Shroudborne.
The pale-eyed, warm-blooded fools who judge us by our faces, or our clammy touch, they shall pay. The wisest quibble and debate over the consistency of our blood, while the "faithful" bum us in their hate. Both sides see imperfection, seeking to identify the defect that made us Shades, or to purge it. They are blind. You and I are not flawed, pale cousin. We are perfect. We are Shades, life born of Death, and we are the heralds of a new world.
Katullus was the first to look beyond, to open his soul and find his true parents, the Null. They who Hunger. He ripped the Shroud from our eyes, and we learned to surrender ourselves to the Void, to tear the Shroud and let the Darkness in. I remember when I first felt the True Death, when I was born again of the Shroud. Soon my Shroudbrothers and Shroudsisters shall wrap all this blighted world in its burial shroud. We are the harbingers, and soon our time shall come.
The Thirteen rose, and gave their ancient knowledge to the Brotherhood. Though the warmbloods defeated them, they could not know the Doom that they have set in motion. The Thirteen taught us the Chilling Art, Orthanatos, and from them we learned how to set free the Queen of Ice. Even now we work her will, awaiting the day when Ardan, King of Shadow, at last reveals himself to us. On that day the Sun will die and the Long Night shall fall. Then no flesh shall be spared. But there is much to do before then. Every death in this blighted world weakens the Shroud, cousin. Every rebirth at the stillborn trees of stone hastens the King's return. I can teach you new ways to kill, cunning arts that will draw the Dark ever closer. Come with me -- be born again of the Shroud.
Now they shall learn why they are afraid of the dark. Now we shall teach them why they fear the night.
- How do I join the Shroudborne?
The growing tears in the Shroud have not let through only those who serve Darkness. There was on, the first Prelate ever I killed, a man named Acheros. His soul escaped the Black unconsumed, and now be lurks in a dark wasteland, condemned to a wight's existence. He would war the world of what we would do! Find Acheros the Defiant, and send him screaming back into the Void. Do this, and I shall show you the way to your new birth.
- Train discipline: Shroudborne
- Done
わたしの眼前に来た者は誰だ。よく見ろ、よそ者よ。おまえはおまえの死を見ている。おまえがアルダンの子でないのなら、去れ。
シュラウドボーンについて話してください。
どうすればシュラウドボーンになれますか。
骸布に増加している破れは、暗黒に奉仕する者たちだけを通過させるわけではない。わたしが最初に殺害したプレレイトである、アケロスという名前の男がいる。アケロスの魂は、黒神に消費されることなく逃れ、かれは、存在をワイトに変化される宣告を受けて、暗い痩地で潜伏している。アケロスは、わたしたちが構想する世界に対して、戦争を行うだろう。
反抗者アケロスを探し出して、かれに悲鳴をあげさせたまま、冥界へ送り返せ。そうすれば、新しく誕生するための方法を、おまえに示す。
分野の訓練を行う：シュラウドボーン
終了
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用語一覧
あ：アケロス［反抗者］（Acheros the Defiant）、アルダン（Ardan）、暗黒（Darkness）
か：骸布（Shroud）
く：黒神（Black）
し：シュラウドボーン（Shroudborne）
ふ：プレレイト（Prelate）
め：冥界（Void）
わ：ワイト（Wight）
