Omens/Plot Details

===Cutscenes===
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===Game Script===
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!Omens - Aht Urhgan Whitegate
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|Waoud: Do you wish to gaze on the tapestry that fate has woven for you?
I require less coin from adventures for my divinations, considering their...uncertain employment.
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!Omens - ???
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|Raubahn: The phenomenon...assaulting you... 
Raubahn: ...is the result of...the blue magic...invading every cell...of your body... 
Raubahn: While your physical form...struggles to contain this energy, your soul is crying out in agony...
The vessel that you have become has reached its limit.
Raubahn: This is my private domain--a place separated from the outside world through the power of the magic I have devoured.
Here, isolated from reality, the state of a soul's deterioration is far more obvious. 
Raubahn: Do you lack even the strength to stand?
Raubahn: You must have gorged yourself on the essence of your enemies to reach this condition.
Raubahn: Very well.
The depths of your ambition have been noted.
Raubahn: It is not for me to prevent your self-destruction. Your limits are your own to conquer. 
Raubahn: A resilient spirit to control the fear and allure aroused by the savage magic you devour...
A willingness to discard your very self, should it lead to the achievement you desire...
Raubahn: These are the qualities every blue mage must possess. 
Raubahn: There is no salvation for you.
Either you wait for oblivion to claim you, or continue to writhe within the energies of your foes. 
You stand at a fork in the road.
Raubahn: Listen well, (Player).
Should you decide on a life consumed with the struggle for power, I can show you the path...
Raubahn: Travel to the Navukgo Execution Chamber, and destroy the flan that are resisting the Imperial Army.
Raubahn: A simple task for a seasoned blue mage--not so simple for you, perhaps...
Raubahn: Be tempered by the obstacles you overcome. Show me the strength of your will.
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!Omens - Aht Urhgan Whitegate
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|Waoud: Do you wish to gaze on the tapestry that fate has woven for you?
I require less coin from adventures for my divinations, considering their...uncertain employment.
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!Omens - ???
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|Raubahn: I have just received a report from the Imperial Army on the success of your task.
Your skills as a blue mage are to be commended.
Raubahn: In recognition of this achievement, I give you leave to don the magus armor representative of our order.
Raubahn: This marks your entrance into the ranks of the Immortals.
Congratulations, (Player).
Raubahn: Visit the store named on this envelope and receive the armor you have earned.
Raubahn: Do not forget: our lives are devoted to the protection of the Empress.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Raubahn: We are beasts that owe our existence to the forbearance of Her Magnificence...
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!Omens - Aht Urhgan Whitegate, Balrahn Way
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|Lathuya: What can I do for you?
Lathuya: Wha-!?
The M-Mark of Zahak!
Lathuya: Y-you...you're an Immortal?
Lathuya: Oh my!
A thousand pardons! A thousand thousand pardons! You see, the master craftsman...he's...he's not here... Your armor is not...it's not ready...
Lathuya: I'm, well...you can see how it is.
Even if I knew where he had gone, I couldn't follow... My boss knew this was coming--he has a cruel streak, I fear.
Lathuya: It always falls to me to apologize to the customers...
Lathuya: What's that?
You want to know where he's gone?
Lathuya: My m-most humble apologies.
When the orders start piling up, my boss goes fishing.
“Runs away” is perhaps a more fitting term. The problem is, he doesn't go to the sea, or to a river...
Lathuya: There's a place beneath the Wajaom Woodlands--an expansive network of caves known as the Aydeewa Subterrane.
If you went in there without a map, you'd never come out...
Lathuya: ...
Lathuya: I'm sure once my boss comes back, he'll get right to work on your armor...
That is, if you wouldn't mind waiting.
A thousand thousand thousand pardons...
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!Omens - Aydeewa Subterrane
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|???: ...
???: Mmmm...
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???: Ahummm...
???: ...
???: What!? What do you want!? How can I concentrate with you blathering in my ear!
???: <Groan...>
I was so close to attuning myself to Aydeewa...
All my effort has come to naught, thanks to you!
What do you have to say for yourself!? Huh!?
Kushdeel: Master craftsman?
Why are you calling me that?
My name is Kushdeel! Kushdeel, I tell you!
Kushdeel: What? An order?
An Immortal? Magus armor...?
Kushdeel: ...
Kushdeel: Ohnonono. I'm not falling for that one.
Kushdeel: I know what you are.
You're one of those “adventurers” they've been talking about in the port, come to look for me at pretty Lathuya's request. 
Kushdeel: You thought I'd just come along quietly if you spouted some clever story, didn't you?
Sorry, but old Kushdeel is a little sharper than that.
Kushdeel: Now, resonating my spirit with the aura of Aydeewa, that will really inspire my creativity... 
Kushdeel: Hm?
I was just getting to the interesting part...
You can't even sit still and let an artist speak of his muse?
Kushdeel: You have some document to show me?
Some love letter from Lathuya, I'll bet.
Honestly, I don't know what to do with that girl...
Kushdeel: ...
Kushdeel: ...
Excellent, all the materials have arrived.
I have to hurry back to town!
Kushdeel: And you.
It may not look like it, but I'm a busy man.
Don't keep me waiting.
Kushdeel: See you back at the store!
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!Omens - Aht Urhgan Whitegate, Balrahn Way
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|Lathuya: Oh! It's you.
The master craftsman has just ret--
Kushdeel: Ah, you finally made it.
I have your order all ready and waiting.
Kushdeel: Standard-quality magus charuqs.
Kushdeel: Hmph. Which would make you a newly recruited Immortal.
Kushdeel: It's been a while since the sight of the Mark of Zahak has thrown my thoughts into such disarray.
Though it did help to clear my head, strangely enough.
Kushdeel: So, the armor is yours and our business is done, yes?
Kushdeel: May the winds of fortune see you on your way!