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    Synopsis:

    To be used as a "meanwhile in the city..." transition from act 2 to Intermezzo.

    Gortash is preparing for his inaugration when a Flaming Fist brings news of a brainquake in the Lower City. Gortash claims that the situation is under control, at which point the Fist transforms into Orin, who mocks him and threatens to break their alliance.

    Gortash attempts to make peace, for the sake of controlling the brain, and divert her attention to the players. Orin steps down but maintains her threatening demeanour.

    How to trigger:

    Currently not scripted - this will be updated when it is


  • 10. [TagCinematic] devnote
    • 7.
      Lord Enver Gortash
      : Sergeant. If you are here, I presume Wyrm's Rock is secure, and preparations for my inauguration are complete?devnote
      • 4.
        Flaming Fist Sergeant
        : No, Lord Gortash. We were interrupted... another quake in the Lower City. More severe this time.
        • 14.
          Lord Enver Gortash
          : So you came cowering to my chambers? I'm flattered, Sergeant, but even I cannot command natural phenomena to cease.
          • 0.
            Flaming Fist Sergeant
            : Forgive me, my Lord... but there is panic in the streets. The people are afraid.
            • 5.
              Lord Enver Gortash
              : Perhaps the people would be calm if you kept your nerve. I expect better from the Flaming Fist than to run scared from a slight tremor in the earth.
              • 11.
                Lord Enver Gortash
                : Get back to your duties.
                • 15.
                  Flaming Fist Sergeant
                  : Duties, duties, duties. Patrolling and saluting and following and bowing and scraping and 'yes, sir, no, sir, rip and cut your throat, sir'.devnote
                  • 2.
                    Orin
                    : Your plan is falling apart, lordling. Give me a reason not to cut you to ribbons.
                    • 16.
                      Lord Enver Gortash
                      : Control yourself, Orin. We need to focus on reuniting the stones, or the brain will break free. These quakes are just the start.
                      • 3.
                        Lord Enver Gortash
                        : Neither of us expected the Prism-bearers to kill Ketheric. They'll be travelling to the city. Let's make sure we give them a Baldurian welcome.
                        • 8.
                          Orin
                          : My prodigal blood-kin is among them.devnoteGLO_Origin_PartOfTheTeam_DarkUrge
                          • 9.
                            Lord Enver Gortash
                            : They live?devnote
                            • 6.
                              Orin
                              : Barely. I made mince of their ugly mind matter, and if they dare return, I will strip out their offal.devnote
                              End
                        • 12.
                          Orin
                          : I itch to peel you, to split your skin, to see your skull shine in the light, little tyrant.
                          • 13.
                            Orin
                            : Lucky for you, I harvested a whole family of living-flesh in Rivington at Highsun. They will sate my blade-thirst tonight.
                            • 1.
                              Orin
                              : But tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, my blades will thirst again.devnote
                              End