Line0: The smell of wild Khazra is terrifying, but at least they are firmly in the world of flesh and blood creatures. The ice Khazra lack any scent at all, and this makes them seem not of this world.
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_IcePorcupine
Line0: I did not think anything could make me more miserable than I already was, being dragged from camp to camp by ignorant cultists, but then these ice porcupines began to show up in the night to harass me with their ice quills. Unfortunately, being caged, I could not beat them off with my shoe.
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_Leviathan
Line0: The hallucinations are getting worse. I saw a giant made of water today. This apparition coughed up a seething mass of crustaceans before it disappeared beneath the waves. I watched these things dismember and consume everything they encountered. I have named them amputators, even though I am not sure they are real.
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_Mermaid
Line0: I can't recall if these things were always here or if they were drawn by the island's emanations. They are vicious beyond compare, but I have found, through painful trial and error, that if their idols are not disturbed they will keep to the caves. Their particular evil must wait until I deduce a way to eradicate or control them.
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_Oozing Arachnid
Line0: These... things are have no body, they are simple constructs of magical energy, amplified and contained by their armor. As for who created them, I cannot say. Hm... could I have done this?
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_RatKing
Line0: This creature is the most unsettling of all the natural denizens of Sanctuary. The male of the species carries the eggs which the female deposits on his back. In their larval state, they burrow into the male's back, creating visible protrusions. They eat their way out of these protrusions when the host is attacked.
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_Sasquatch
Line0: The sasquatch were once men, changed by the evil of the island into the monstrous beasts they are now. Or, wait... did I change them to save them from the evil? Or to combat the evil for me? Hm.
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_WoodSpecter
Line0: Is it right that I bent the will of these juvenile wood wraiths to my ends? Even though they were only mindless predators, all of natures' beings deserve to be free. Instead, I have made them slaves to my eternal quest—another act for which I must someday pay.
Conv_Lore_P3_ZoltunKulle_CubeHistory
Line0: The Cube was used by my Horadrim brothers in many of their most complex rituals. When its potential became clear, they began to fear its power, the fools. They hid it away, even from me, and created a less powerful implement, the Horadric Cube, which they used for many years.
Line0: I never stopped looking for Kanai's Cube. Finally, I learned that they had entrusted it to a secret society of barbarians. The last of these, Kanai, died in Baal's invasion of Sescheron. His spirit guards it still, and he is unlikely to give it to me. But I know someone who can impress even the mighty Kanai.
Line0: The nephalem, that fool, actually killed me. Of course this was not my first time stepping through that door, and I imagine it won't be my last. Fortunately, I am well prepared. Some would say that animating a constructed body with preserved memories is not truly coming back to life. I say those fools don't understand the sheer wonder of being Zoltun Kulle.
Line0: They never listen. The small minds that surround me ignore my greatness- and then kill me! First the Horadrim, those plodding fools. Then the nephalem! Imagine if that one had listened? We would have angels and demons for servants. We'd be riding them like horses. Perhaps I am being unkind. It's not that their minds are so small, it's just that mine is so large.
Conv_Lore_p4_Forest_Cleric
Line0: Rayeld has strayed. But I maintain hope, for there is no joy to be found that can compare to our worship. Very few grasp the transcendent relationship between the rituals and our goddess. I... I know my son has the true sight, and, one day, he will once again embrace our faith completely.
Line0: Rayeld's behavior is becoming more and more erratic. I think he actually believes our sacrifices cruel, but we are all simply instruments of Nereza in this life. I pray that he will come to understand how important they are, for the goddess must be fed or evil shall prevail. Perhaps tomorrow's ritual will open his eyes to the truth.
Line0: I can barely contain myself. After so many years of studying, my time has finally come. Tomorrow I wield the sacrificial knife for the first time. I am certain the goddess Nereza will find me pure when she gazes into my soul and receives my offering.
Line0: Thank the goddess my father did not see. My hand shook, and I was sick to my stomach. During every other sacrifice I have witnessed, I only experienced the joy of the offering. But holding the knife, looking into their eyes as they die... for the first time, I doubt my faith.
Line0: My father knows, I can see it in his eyes. But now that I understand what our religion truly is, I cannot let it continue. If Nereza knows what is in my heart, then I am already damned, so I might as well do something worthwhile to earn it.
Line0: As I approached the sacrifice, knife in hand, I saw her pleading eyes. Until that moment, I was unsure whether I could really do it, With a clear conscience, I turned the blade on my father and freed the girl, who I now know as Sara. Fortunately, the worshippers were too stunned to stop our escape.
Line0: Nereza was no goddess, though I can't say what she was. She had human eyes, but her visage was more that of some hideous demon. And when I killed her, I felt that evil flow through me into the very island itself. Then, it... it took Sara.
Line0: Everyone is calling me a hero now. If they only knew. No hero does the things that I have, and for what? They think that I have freed them, but I have damned us all.
Line0: What I am about to do will torment me forever. But I have no choice. It is my fault, therefore I must set it right and do whatever it takes to keep this evil from spreading and poisoning the whole world.
Conv_Lore_p4_Forest_Shipwreck
Line0: Day 1 An inexplicable tide arose from nowhere, dashing our ship on the rocks, and now we are stranded. Could the old myths actually be true? Regardless, since our plan to study this infamous place was the talk of many, I am certain we'll be rescued before long. In the meantime, my research awaits.
Line0: Day 6 It is odd—I feel the island's malevolence weighing upon me, and hear screams on the wind—but no one has lived here for millennia. We've only been here days, but my crew has the look of men who have been stranded for months. I find myself contemplating the impossible: is this island truly evil, or am I going mad?
Line0: Day 23 Our lot is an unfortunate one. Some of us have been lost to madness, some have disappeared, and some have dropped dead for no apparent reason. And who or what is the crazed hermit with his bizarre rituals? When he attacked Smythe I was forced to kill him, yet I saw him this morning, alive. Terrifying.
Line0: Day... day... I no longer know what day it is. I am forced to admit that our plan was ill conceived at best. Being the last survivor, it falls to me to rid this world of that madman if it's the last thing I do. I have lost count of how many times I have already killed him; I can only pray that this time it takes.
Conv_Lore_P4_Ruins_BarbStory
Line0: Baal has invaded Sescheron, but we will fight until we are no more. For we are all that stands between him and our sacred Mountain - and I swear by the blood of Bul-Kathos, hell will pay dearly for each of our deaths.
Line0: Chief Elder Kanai was the best of us. He could have been the next Immortal King. None have come close to bringing the tribes together since Worusk, but Kanai could have been the one to change that with his indomitable spirit. Though as strong as three warriors, his true strength lay in his compassion.
Line0: We showed Baal and his army what it meant to fight true warriors, but when Kanai was killed it froze the spirits of our bloodied ranks. That was when the battle was lost, for he was truly our king.
Line0: Dren, the last of our seers, prophesied the darkness would soon pass. He was wrong. Mount Arreat exploded, and took our souls with it. Many of our dwindling number were lost that day to madness and worse. They are the Unclean.
Line0: The years wear on us all. Only a few still live, but we have made a good account of ourselves, killing all but the most vicious of the flesh eaters. To think they were once our kin... as long as even one of them still lives we are all shamed.
PTR Patch 2.3 Lore Strings
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_IceKhazra
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_IcePorcupine
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_Leviathan
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_Mermaid
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_Oozing Arachnid
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_RatKing
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_Sasquatch
Conv_Lore_Bestiary_P4_WoodSpecter
Conv_Lore_P3_ZoltunKulle_CubeHistory
Conv_Lore_p4_Forest_Cleric
Conv_Lore_p4_Forest_Hero
Conv_Lore_p4_Forest_Shipwreck
Conv_Lore_P4_Ruins_BarbStory