Ghost of Galaeral

Lore & Dialog
Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "The songs of my sisters echo across eternity and I am left to rot: bound through the arts of ill-wind taught by sisters who had fallen to the call of the twisted dark. Thousands of years bound against my will to a tether not of my making, bereft of power and ability to purchase a final release, I have waited and watched within the walls of this prison." Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "The skein of her life now draws taut as she is stirred to action, re-exerting her command over these halls and drawing on the lives of those she once imprisoned. Through the countless years, most that were bound here against their will have become lost and slipped into madness, the echo of their lives now scattered dust and formless agony. Not I. Nor the sister wakened from her slumber." Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "She is given over to shattering the charlatan now standing in the stead of the Lady of Aerlinthe. My task remains unfinished, but my resolve renewed. Aerfalle's homunculus shows renewed strength and understanding, but is magic weaker than the strength of my order. My servitude is no more, I am free as is the Lady who once called these halls her home. Yet the walls ever remain my prison. She sheds them as she sheds her place within, but still, I feel her." Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "Aerfalle's changes continue. Her flesh, the flush of youth and beauty once lost, regained. Far beneath the crusted land and molten fires of Aerlinthe, she returns to perfect her arts and shun, ever more, the curses of undeath. Drawing power still from those bound in these halls she leaves one vestige of herself here to follow." Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "Magic threads weave together on the head of pin and from that point tendrils latch onto the walls of Aerfalle's former home. They course through the aged and crumbling walls as veins siphoning lifeblood from the walls and all that trespass here. But, her mastery fails her, for her signature lay upon this single point of magic." Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "A signature that still lay within this keep, and with that source, I will tear wide the fabric of this space and hers and grant you access to Aerfalle to exact vengeance upon her for all the terror she wrought upon my order and my sisters." Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "Bring me this shard of magic, and I will open the way, but be warned, I will need to protect you from the dangers of such a tear, and to ensure that protection, I will need to temporarily bind you and your companions together for a time. You will need to be bound in Fellowship in order to hunt Aerfalle in her Sanctum.  Thus is the nature of what I can do to gain you access to her."

Old Version Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "The songs of my sisters echo across eternity and I am left to rot; bound through the arts of ill-wind taught by sisters who had fallen to the call of the twisted dark. Thousands of years bound against my will to a tether not of my making, bereft of power and ability to purchase a final release, I have waited and watched within the walls of this prison."

Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "The skein of her life now draws taut as she is stirred to action, re-exerting her command over these halls and drawing on the lives of those she once imprisoned. Through the countless years, most that were bound here against their will have become lost and slipped into madness, the echo of their lives now scattered dust and formless agony. Not I."

Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "I recall the device, the tool used to pull the blood of my heart into a vessel that held my precious vitae long enough to rip free my soul and lock it within the walls of this keep, evermore a servant to her will. But my years of servitude draw near an end, and through the voices of elder sisters who sang to the deep and refused to sell our secrets to the Dericost, I am given a moment of clarity to find my freedom. Yet the walls ever remain my prison."

Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "Aerfalle has changed. She has grown her flesh anew and taken the glamour of her youth. But all this imagery is false. She risks more power at the cost of those bound in these halls. My fallen sisters seek not redemption, but through their folly they will give me mine. Aerfalle's strength lies in tunnels long crushed by the weight of time, halls within this keep that you cannot traverse, halls which I can still travel."

Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "But I cannot lessen her strength without an instrument of sacrifice. The blade that drew my heart's blood must be used to stab at her crusted heart and weaken her strength."

Ghost of Galaeral tells you, "Bring me the dagger and I shall take my revenge and aid you in her destruction."