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    Synopsis:

    The player (Dark Urge or as a Mind Flayer) has decided to lock themselves away, to protect everyone from themselves. Withers pays them a visit as they are chained up in a simple cell below Balur's Gate


  • 8.
    Withers
    : Thou remainest in thy chains. Separate from the light of the world. Removed from its temptations.ORI_DarkUrge_State_GoMadEnding, REALLY_DARK_URGE
    • 5.
      Withers
      : Thou feared thou would be a slave to thy desires.
      • 11.
        Withers
        : Dost thou still fear that which lurks within thee? Hast thy cruel father taken all of thee that thou once was?
        • 6. Player: I shall strip your skin from your god-meat. Gargle your brain juice in my parched throat., FULL_CEREMORPH
        • 6. Player: I shall strip your skin from your god-meat. Gargle your brain juice in my parched throat.
          • Link to Node 4
        • 2. Player: MnraGHH!, FULL_CEREMORPH
        • 2. Player: MnraGHH!
          • 4.
            Withers
            : I see. Poor, piteous soul.
            • 16.
              Withers
              : The realm of men will forget thee, books left bare, to be filled with falsehood, myth, and superstition.
              • 12.
                Withers
                : The tapestry of fate, however, will not forget. Nor will I.
                • 10.
                  Withers
                  : Rest well friend. Thou deservest as much.
                  • 22.
                    Withers
                    : Till next we meet, remember: Thou gave all thou wert to save lives, to reclaim the world from a fate most dire.
                    • 13.
                      Withers
                      : Well done.
                      End
        • 0. Player: End... me... please., FULL_CEREMORPH
        • 0. Player: End... me... please.
          • 17.
            Withers
            : There thou art. Amid the ravenings of thy cruel sire - thy soul, intact.
            • Link to Node 16
  • 23.
    Withers
    : Thou remainest in thy chains. A hero, sacrificed.
    • 18.
      Withers
      : I told thee once that an illithid hath no soul, and yet... something glimmerest about thee. Something is not lost.
      • 24.
        Withers
        : Dost thou feel it? The spark of the divine within thee? Or does thy hunger consume thee?
        • 26. Player: I'm still myself. I don't know if I belong here.
          • 9.
            Withers
            : As fate would have it, thine is not yet sealed - neither in this cell, nor in the tapestries of all that is and will be.
            • 14.
              Withers
              : Nor has the ink on the parchment of thy tale yet dried.
              • 1.
                Withers
                : Till next we meet, remember: Thou gave all thou wert to save lives, to reclaim the world from a fate most dire.
                • 27.
                  Withers
                  : Well done.
                  End
        • 21. Player: I feel the hunger. But I feel myself, too. I'm not sure which to trust.
          • 3.
            Withers
            : Thou hast chosen to protect the world - again. From villains without, and the villain within.
            • 19.
              Withers
              : Yet the threads of fate hath not been woven into their final tapestry.
              • Link to Node 14
        • 20. Player: Have you come to torment me with hypotheticals, old friend?
          • 25.
            Withers
            : Such is my way, for better or for worse.
            • Link to Node 19
        • 15. Player: Does it matter? This is my life now.
          • 7.
            Withers
            : Thy life. Yes.devnote
            • Link to Node 19