Soon after the summoning of the Amplifier, Defiance Keep gets a lot busier than usual:Arthel:
'Good to see you Majisto and Gallikronn! Could you explain what happened at Ursa Hold? From what we could see, the Dark Horde is amassing large numbers of troops around the Hold, which glows in a bizarre green light at night.'Majisto:
'Well observed, Arthel. From what we could gather without being noticed, it appears that the Warlock himself resides in Ursa Hold, and he brought with himself a terrible magical device, brimming with necrotic energies, similar to what I've experienced at... Malekim.'Arthel:
'This doesn't sound good at all... that old scum took away Direwood and brought us this undead... plague.'Majisto:
'Indeed, whatever the Warlock wants to use it, it could be catastrophic for the Empire. Luckily, We might have what it takes to stop him. Lady Liana and her allies, including Xalen, had acquired an ancient artifact, which is brimming with destructive powers.'Xalen:
'The old man's right, this thing, if used correctly, can vaporize anything it touches. It's sounds like a suicide run, but... I'll try and get to this Warlock. His lackey murdered people dear to Lady Liana, it's personal. I want to see him cower in fear as everything around him falls apart.'Liana:
'Also, the King has received note of these events, and dispatched reinforcements to Defiance Keep. I personally vow to fight by your side, Sir Wolfsbane.'Blaze:
'Hey lass, don't you think that you can have all the fun here! I have come with the finest dwarves of Thane Mithrilfist to fight against these filths!'Apollyon:
'I am glad to say that I got back to servitude as runeknight once again; you can count on my order and me as well.'Arthel:
'It's good to see you back, old friends.'Elf Gawain (force commander):
'Hail, Arthel Wolfsbane! Our kin had suffered a surprise attack from the undead hordes, whom we had greatly underestimated. Even though our relations with the Empire are not the best, this is threat we cannot take lightly, and so, we offer our aid in this fight.'
'That voice! It's rather familiar...'Valeera:
'Oh, I wonder why... good to see you Apollyon, and that you have found your place amongst your kind again.'Ferdinand von Bragstein:
'Sorry for being late, I was busy negotiating with the Guild; I managed to persuade them in lending some of their machines.'
Last but not least...Drakhirri Lord:
'I may be the unwelcome visitor here, but now's a time when one must put all his differences aside, right? With the Horde encroaching on Drakhirri lands, I'm seeking aid from the Empire.'Arthel:
'If aid is what you need, aid is what will you get- if you're willing to prove that you're worthy of it by fighting along your kind this time.'Drakhirii Lord:
'That's a deal I could get behind! I shall bring my finest longblades to battle!'Arthel:
'Honestly, I'm glad that I can fight alongside such noble heroes and brave souls. Everyone's aid is respected. Now, we shall march together on the fields of glory, as the last bulwark of the growing tides of evil! To arms, brethren! Gather the armies! The Warlock shall be crushed!