Battlespire:Clarentavious Valisious

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Clarentavious Valisious is an elderly male wizard located in the Weir Gate. He greets you joyously, which is soon followed by apprehension, as he realizes that you have not brought allies. At this point, he declares the situation hopeless, and requests that the last of the anchors be loosened. If you return with Lord Methats' Steel Pauldron, however, he will grant aid by bestowing the Staff of the Typos Sophia.

First Greeting
'''At last! O, joy! Saved! Saved! Oh, I knew you'd come, I've waited SO LONG in all this desperate, terrible nightmare.

		
Reply 1	
'''What? Do you know who you're talking to, you whelp? I am Clarentavious, the   chief artificer, and the only battlemage left alive in this Powers-forsaken wasteland.	

	
Reply 2
I persuaded them I was Taken and BOUND to them, ensorceled, ONE of them. But I'm not, I'm not...and now you're HERE! And safety, sweet escape, and an END to the nightmare, and the darkness -- erm,   but -- where are the legions, to cleanse this realm of its infestation?	
	

Reply 3
'''Kaid? They wanted Kaid, they sought him here but it's just me, just old Clarentavious, in the dark. But.  Where are the LEGIONS to rid this place of its infestation?
	

Reply 4
Trenelle? They wanted Trenelle, they sought her here but it's just me, just old Clarentavious, in the dark. But.  Where are the LEGIONS, to rid this place of its infestation?
					

Reply 5
No legions? Just you? And what use are you? USEless! USEless! All is lost! The   is barred, and the  ; that can only bear us deeper into the darkness and the madness. Well. That's the end, then. Here. The password to my chambers is "boustrophedon." It's on a piece of parchment somewhere around here. Take the password, and go to my chambers. Sever the last anchor, and we shall be done.  You will reach them through a Mystic Conveyor, if you can get past Methats, that is.
	
		
Reply 6
'''I'm not that far off in the weeds, young whippersnapper! You've got no legions, and none are coming. The Weir Gate is barred, and the Star Galley, that can only bear us deeper into the darkness and the madness. Well. That's the end, then. Here. The password to my chambers is "boustrophedon." It's on a piece of parchment somewhere around here. Take the password, and go to my chambers.  Sever the last anchor, and we shall be done. You will reach them through a Mystic Conveyor, if you can get past Methats, that is.	


Reply 7
You come strolling through here,  you don't have a legion, and you know jack-all! Nothing! Go to my chambers. All your questions will be answered there. Then you'll taste of utter  despair. Now begone, and let me make my peace with my ancestors.	


Greeting: if &Dismissed
You again! Why is the anchor still intact? Have - you - learned - NOTHING?
			

Reply 8	
Are you DEAF as well as WITLESS? Let me try very small words. Use. The.  Password. Use. The. Teleporter. Go to my chambers. Go to my chambers. Go. To. My. Chambers. ALL YOUR QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED THERE. Now GO!


Reply 9
So now you see. They are too strong, and the Star Galley just delivers us among more powerful foes. As for the cogs? Gone. Lost. Scattered into the hands of the Enemy. It matters not. Make your peace with the Great Powers, and sever the final anchor. Hope is lost. All that remains is an honorable death.	

		
Reply 10
'''Second place? Oh, good. Good. That's very encouraging. Now. Please. Set free the last anchor, and we can end this tragedy with stoic dignity.
	

Reply 11
'''You must be MAD! That Methats! HE'll be in my MIND! Drawing my soul through TORMENT! Sucking me DRY! He'll PEEL MY SKIN FROM MY BONES!	
	

Reply 12
'''You're priceless! So naive! Yes. Cast Methats from the world, and I'll give you the Typos Sophia! Absolutely. Why not? While you're about it, bring me his right pauldron, where he wears his seal, as proof of your deed. Might as well grab the seals of the Thirteen Patrons and the Eight Powers while you're at it. Hah-hah-ha! Hah-hah-hah!	


Reply 13
'''By the Powers! You amaze me! Very well. Take the Typos Sophia. Much good may it do you in the Colleges. But you shall see. Yes, you'll see soon enough. These creatures you see here are but pups compared with their masters. As you dangle for eternity in some daedric pit of horrors, you'll wish you'd taken my advice and died gloriously with me in the ruins of Battlespire.


Greeting: if &Dismissed2
'''What now? Have you finally seen sense? Are you ready to put an end to it? Or perhaps you have Methats' PAULDRON AND SEAL? Hah-hah-hah! Hmmmm?	


Greeting: if &ClarenDone
'''[He seems to have withdrawn deep within himself and won't be talking with anyone for quite a while.]'''	END