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Some people have lives outside of EFU. From what I understand, priority quests were introduced to give an option to people who don't have endless hours to sink into the server but can still make progress despite that. I think it should remain that way.

I have no idea what I'd even play at this point so I think I may take an indefinite break. It was fun, EFU.

[THE GOD-APE]

THE GOD-APE

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OWAIN
SIMIAN SCOUNDREL
MARIBEH 27
SAPPED THE ORBULENT POWER FROM THE
GREAT GOLDEN ORB OF AL-ALMADEL
FOR THIS I SPEAK A THOUSAND CURSES
TO HIS NAME, UMBUR'S WRATH UNREMITTENT
LET HIS FUR BE INFESTED WITH LICE AND ROT
EVERY STEP UPON A FOETID PEEL
MAY HE TRIP UPON THEM UNTIL
HIS NECK SNAPS UPON THE STONES
OF THE EAGLE'S MOUNT

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[THE GORMLESS DOG]

THE GORMLESS DOG

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GRAMR
GROMYR'S SON
MARIBEH 24
INSULTED THE PALE SKIN
AND FORTITUDE OF THE
DWARVES OF GOT VALDHAZR
I CALL THE EARTHQUAKE DOWN
TO SWALLOW THIS HOLDLESS WHELP

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LET HIM KNOW MISERY UNTIL
THE END OF HIS DAYS
MAKE THEM LONG ARDUOUS AND WITHOUT END
LET HIM KNOW NO KINSHIP
NO CLAN NOR HOLD
THAT ALL DOORS CLOSE TO HIS COMING
SO SPEAKS THE CURSE BOUND
SEALED IN BLOOD AND HATE

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[OBATAUK THE GU'TAL]

OBATAUK THE GU'TAL

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OBATAUK THE GU'TAL
PRINCE OF PESTS
SLAYER OF NONE
MARIBEH 23
BELEAUGUERED OUR HOME
I BESEECH THE WRONGED-STONE
LET THE VULTURES PLUCK OUT HIS EYES
MAY THE EARTH SWALLOW HIS HOST

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[THE TORCHBEARERS]

THE TORCHBEARERS

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THE TORCHBEARERS
MARIBEH 23
SPOKE WILLFUL DECEPTIONS
TO SUBVERT JUSTICE
AS PETITIONED I CALL UPON THE WRONGED-STONE
MAY HE SNATCH YOUR LIARS' TONGUES
AND GRIND YOUR SOULS INTO OBLIVION

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[THE DRAGON]

Amongst the Minningar's possessions rests a collection of stone tablets; they are the Curse Stones, hateful vessels of umbrage and wrath against those who have dealt injury to the dwarves of Got Valdhazr, grim dedications to the Earthquake, Umbur, and his many surface names — The Wronged-Stone, The Shaver, The Old Curse. Their grievances, oaths and bitter acrimony are etched onto the stones by Aurvan Curse-Bound, who records, cares for and fulfills the small reprisals and avenges the countless slights. He hears the wrongs; the oaths and the vengeance sworn and dedicates them accordingly to the wrath of the Earthquake.

THE DRAGON

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ARGENT ARGYRIS
MARIBEH 23
NAMED THE MINNINGAR AS COWARDS
WHO FLED OUR HOLD
I CALL UPON THE WRONGED-STONE
MAY YOUR LIVER ROT AND
YOUR MOUTH FILL WITH
THE TASTE OF BITTER ASH

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[Journal Entry: Maribeh 10, IY 7788]

Journal Entry: Maribeh 10, IY 7788
     A Time where the Great Caliph is honored

     A painful few days. Colmes finally pushed me through the Gauntlet. About damned time; too few of us actually putting in work, and it shows. Lawless streets. The butchers have the run of it. They aren't worth any more than the camel shit on my damned boots, and yet we have to kow-tow and play nice with these bandits living large in the Krak des Roses. Their Balestriere tried to put down a Warrior before the Pyramid, I did my job, and now their Recluta turn their nose in my direction for it. I suppose it's my fault for acting surprised. Or caring in the first place.

    Hope it makes them feel better about their lot. Fodder for the meat grinder, so that wretched woman can step over their corpses when the dust settles and claim some small victory at the expense of their worthless lives.

    Worse yet, it's how the civilians treat you once you put on the Sultan's green. Ungrateful bastards, every single one. Take the thief's hand, cast him out the door, and what does the victim do? Curses you. Turns you aside. Says you'll have to work harder if you ever want to be in his good graces again. Do I look like that corpulent wastrel? I'm not responsible for what he did. But surely, it's the entire Legion responsible for the actions of one man. Even the Legate. Whispering about corruption in our ranks, and how he'll hold us accountable. I'd like to see him try. I keep my nose clean, I try to help the common man, and this is what I get for it. Spit in my face.

    I understand why the Fourth raises the Old Curse. We're scorned and hated for nothing more than our duty. How tiresome it must get. No wonder Colmes and Reyer seem so sick of it all. What good is this careful balancing act of theirs, when all that becomes of it is the Rose trampling over us? Just clench your teeth and smile.

    They need to be shown their place.

Leon of Maedhros,

I will not bend to the whims of a schismatic who endears prelest and decries honoring memory as idolatry. You will disavow him, uphold the fatwa and put aside this foolish notion he espouses, or I shall disavow you as I have him.

In the Martyrs' peace,
Balladeer Alain Chauderon

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OSCAR KREUTZ  WILLOW WIZARD

MASTERFUL APOTHAR
WORTHY DEAD
THOU GRASPED FOR THE HEAVENS
SEEKING MOONLIT WISDOM
LET THE STARS SING THY NAME
AND LIVE FOREVER IN CELESTIAL GLORY

Heavy is the burden of knowledge, for it invites the animosity of the ignorant and the uninitiated, and thou wast no stranger to it. Honored thou Wrothful reckoning and remained yet a favored son of the light of Izdu's Wisdom, for thy works a candle in the darkness, and the measure of truth shone through starlight. Thou takest the place of another, and for thy selfless deed, hath thou entered smiling into the House of Death. Fearless is the noble Martyr, thy deeds weighed righteous 'pon the scales. Thou art remembered, and for memory everlasting, thy name shall never fade.

ENTRY XV
OSCAR KREUTZ
Oscar Kreutz, age unknown, perished Adar 17th, IY 7787. Oscar was presumed to have been, as many who enter into the sanctuary of Ephia's Well, a refugee from the Outrings. He came to find himself in the service of the Eagle's Mount, taking on the robes of a Nadiri where he proved his wisdom and acumen as an apprentice beneath Mae Stern. Coming into his own as a brilliant luminary, the focus of his work encompassed the nature of the soul and its connection to the world around us, as well as the characteristic clones he so dubbed simulacra, which were noteworthy in approaching towards a true form of life through his works and research into the numinous form. Oscar Kreutz followed in the steps of his mentor to take upon the robes of an Apothar and served with distinction, proving himself invaluable to both the Tower and to the Well at large, continuing to pursue his works while taking on apprentices of his own. As much as he was a visionary; an unparalleled scholar and master of the arcane, he was known for his brash, and sometimes impetuous nature; a byproduct of his passion and vigor, whereupon he could not stand injustice to be seen, and fought against it wherever it was to arise. It was during the fateful events of Adar 17th, IY 7787, that Oscar Kreutz chose to assume the place of his former mentor on a venture into the Assuru to rescue the wayward Legate Marcellus Saenus who had fallen into the captivity of the Tormented. Accompanying a band of six others, they delved into the depths of the Well and faced against insurmountable odds to spirit the Legate to safety. Apothar Oscar Kreutz died a valiant death, doing battle against nameless horrors in defense of the Well, though his body was not recovered. He rests now among the worthy dead and is honored thus, for his diligent service to the Well as a member of the Accord; for the scholarship he pursued and the groundwork he laid for future research, a torch carried on by his own students; his unwavering faith and service to Urazzir, the Wroth; and ultimately, martyrdom for a cause greater than he. Hail the dead, memory undying, eternal, everlasting may he be remembered an honored martyr.

THE WILLOW WIZARD WAND'RING
Dedicated to the Fallen
Sister Amélie

Possessed of baneless, hilted knife;
Reflecting moonlit shining life;
Of sturdy contemplative mien;
And wrought of verse so rarely seen.

He answers to the Tower's call;
For Shade shall never break or fall;
As he attends the circuitry;
And marks his name to history.

An epitaph in shining stars.

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[The letter is received.]

A hasty scrawl is left on the back of one of the papers.

I'd rather chew off my own tongue than work with you.

Weak as you are irksome. Strive towards the Admiral's favor, and only then, I'll consider a vouch.

Recluta della Viscia

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OZIAS OF WHIRLING BLADES

B'AARAT CRUSADER
WORTHY DEAD

DWELT THEE IN AN OATH'S SHADE

YET THOU HAST RISEN ABOVE

FOR IN DEATH ETERNAL MEMORY

AND EVER SHALL THE MOTHER'S TEARS FLOW

The greatest blessing is to give yourself to ensure the fruition of a cause. These are the Martyrs' words, and thou hast lived thy life in pursuit of them. O' Gentle B'aarat, we exalt thee, for thy life thou gave to thy comrade, and in service hast thou done honor and love by the Mother and the Wheel.  Welcomed art thou into the grave, hospitaler, and by mournful song and sorrowful tears do we greet thee. Thou art remembered, and for memory everlasting, thy name shall never fade.

ENTRY XIV
OZIAS HASAPIS
Ozias Hasapis, aged thirty-one, perished Illul 30th. IY 7787. Ozias arrived to Ephia's Well in the weeks preceding the fateful Battle of the Red Hill. A devout and pious servant of the Mother, he quickly was swept into the Anointed Hospitalers of Her Sepulcher and became a close confidant and supporter of the Inquisitor Salvatore. Ozias was noteworthy for his unorthodox methods as a battlemage, donning heavy mail, and for a mastery over the evocative magics of Shelgarns, taking to the field of war with dozens of conjured axes in tow, and was said to have been a monstrous whirlwind of death on the battlefield. On Illul 30th, IY 7787, Ozias marched alongside his master, the Inquisitor Salvatore, and the remainder of the hospitalers to the Red Hill. Joining the brave men of the Fourth Legion in the trenches, Ozias laid down his life in the doomed defense of that flank, and the armor he favored so was his ultimate doom, a tomb of acid from which he could not escape, and was mete an agonizing end. He rests now among the Worthy Dead and is honored thus, a devout and noble son of the Mother, who served in diligence and without ambition, honoring the goddess to his very last. Hail the dead, memory undying, may he be remembered an honored martyr.

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TWINDARI MARTYR
ZI OF WISE REPOSE

ILLUMINED SCHOLAR
WORTHY DEAD
WISE HE THOUGHT HIMSELF
CLEVER DOUBTLESS HE WAS
HE SOUGHT A GAME OF FATE
AND JOINED TOO THE MARTYRS

Worthiest of all things is the pursuit of martyrdom, and thou hath sought it without fear, without hesitation. To plunge into the abyss, knowing death awaits thee.  Thou art honored for it, and beloved of the Martyrs for whom thy deeds have elevated in glory. From thy lips flowed sagacious words, wisdoms that shall not wither for the ages. Thy name was scholar, and the light of thy wisdom shall not fade from this world. Thou art remembered, and for memory everlasting, thy name shall never fade.

ENTRY XIII
SCHOLAR MENCIUS ZI
Mencius Zi, age unknown, perished Tesrin Hray 7th. IY 7787. Mencius Zi was a noble scholar and priest of the Martyred Twins. He came to this Well a refugee, but what he lacked in worldly belongings he made up for with an otherworldly wisdom gifted unto him by the auspices of the Martyrs whom he was so beloved of. Mencius Zi endeared himself to a life of quiet contemplation in the pursuit of noble and universal truths. In this, the few words he spoke were always of great wealth, and a boon to all those around him. Possessed of a great and kindly heart, he strove to guide others in that selfsame path, and among those who he touched his memory shall not soon fade. On Tesrin Hray 7th, IY 7787, Mencius Zi chose to strive in the same path walked once by the Martyrs. As they gave their lives to stay the fell hand of death from innocents, so too did Mencius Zi seek by his quick wit and clever mind to subdue a terrible spirit that inflicted great harm upon the peoples of Ephia's Well. Alas, even with clever and grace, it would not be enough and Zi was brought low by this spirit and given unto the warm and kind embrace of the Martyrs. He rests now among the worthy dead and is honored thus, for he strove in life to exalt the Martyrs, and he chose in death to become a martyr. Hail the dead, memory undying, may he be remembered an honored martyr.

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JOACHIM OF RELENTLESS DUTY
DUTIFUL SERGEANT
WORTHY DEAD
GIVEN UNTO A TASK NOT OF THY HEART
DAUNTLESS STILL DESPITE IT
A SOLDIER ART THOU
THAT THY DUTY CALLS THE UNTO THE GRAVE

To forgo one's life for duty is the noblest of charges, and thou didst endear thyself to that worthy task. Thy resolve legendary, thy deeds greater yet. By thy hand didst thou see the people guarded safe, and whilst fate does not always favor, strived thee to the best of thine ability. In the face of the shadow of Death with dirk to thy neck, thy lips were smiling, and thou sayest thus; "A band of bandits thinking twice of themselves. Get it over with." Fearless is the Martyr who goes in Death. Thou art remembered, and for memory everlasting, thy name shall never fade.

ENTRY XII
SERGEANT JOACHIM SATHUUL
Joachim Sathuul, age unknown, perished Tesrin Hray 6th. IY 7787. Joachim was presumed to be a refugee from the Outrings, considering the disdain he held for those of the 'peerage retainer' sort, by his own admission. Joachim came to the Well early in 7787 and found his lot with the Fourth Legion of the Janissaries. There, he distinguished himself as a skilled soldier with a no-nonsense attitude, possessed of a demeanor that was not well-suited to the mundane posting of the Fourth in being glorified lawmen in their day-to-day duties. Despite this, he rose to the rank of sergeant and served under Rennik Colmes, and after Colmes' illness assuming most of the duties of his superior despite a lack of rank. Joachim Sathuul took to the field of war on behalf of the Sultan on multiple occasions and was also an avid tourney fighter participating in bouts such as the Bloodsands where he was humbled by the late Balestriere Kragg. Sergeant Sathuul led the Fourth to the Red Hill and commanded the defense of the trenches alongside Sergeant Kinney. After the other fell, Sathuul led the remnants in defending the hill and distinguished himself in his furious action, dealing the final blow against the wicked Sibilant General known as the Gaoler. In his waning days, Joachim was caught up in controversy with the revelation of the Throater and strove to try and bring the former janissary to justice. It was in this pursuit, on Tesrin Hray 6th, IY 7787, that Joachim faced down the Throater within the Gutters and met his demise. In his final moments, he was offered to join his former comrade, and refused him, proclaiming duty to the end. He rests now among the worthy dead and is honored thus, for his tireless work in defense of the Well and its people, and his dutybound dedication to his superiors and to the Wroth. Hail the dead, memory undying, may he be remembered an honored martyr.

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