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Keep me busy and I'll keep you fighting. Deal?

Hey Stranger, welcome to our little foothold on the edge of the world.

I can set you up with Forge Overcharges. These will add an extra level when you upgrade a Rune or Talisman.

Don't keep me waiting, Stranger...

The water ahead is swift and deep my friend, if you catch my meaning. You should rather consider your path.

However, if you're quite intent, the key is in Sloughouse. If you can't even get that, well...

You stand in a lesser plane, whether you grasp it or no. A dim stratum, far beneath the higher turns of existence.

The Eye of Ascendence is the only way upward. I should think that much would be obvious.

The Eye lies behind seven seals, each one set to bar the unworthy and the witless alike.

The seals are guarded fiercely. Lesser beings do so love their violence.

Do not mistake this plane for the summit of anything. It is but a lower rung beneath the Eye.

And here he comes, my hapless acquaintance. The darkness billowing forth before you leads into the Cursewoods. Not a pleasant sounding place, eh?

You would be wise to stay away, hence I suspect you will not. At the far edge lies the Temple of Shadow. I shall mark it for you, though it is no favor.

Yes, I knew that clanking and stomping was you. You've trudged quite far into this world, with your heavy foot.

I'm afraid this garden is rather closed. The price of admittance is blood I fear, in the Heart of the Woods.

Ah, a hopeful new face. The Temple of Iron is your destination, whether you know it yet or not.

There. Even you should be able to find it now. Do try to arrive in one piece.

When you clear an area, your map will let you travel there instantly. It would be unwise to forget this.

Ah, you made it this far. How reassuring. The Temple of Ice waits near the summit; I trust you can manage the upward part.

I shall mark it on your map. Even the most determined wanderer benefits from an occasional hint.

It's a long, strange, cold climb up the mountain, my friend. Though I think it waits for you rather impatiently.

Ah, my friend, I see you've stumbled your way to the precipice of a distant and unfriendly place.

Beyond here is what's known as the Mire Glades. Truthfully, it is a devilish and tricky place to navigate.

The Temple of Decay sits deep within, though I must advise you go no farther...

A flask before the monks' storehouse thou shalt sip, To unlock the door with thy lip.

At the withered tree where waters entwine, Loose thy Ultimate, and the secret is thine.

By chill and frost make dark the torches two, Beneath the place the fallen giant knew.

In the place where dusk last gleams bright, Trace the creek as the sun does flight.

If seven watch-fires be kindled with haste, The camp's relief shall then be graced.

The Fairy Ring accepts no gift but one. Offer up thy Finger, and the rite is done.

A thunder bolt the twinkling tree must smite, When you gleam the last bit of light.

Where brambles cover hearts that rest as one, Stand between their tombs, and the secret will be shown.

The second, the third, and then the first, The Totems have thus conversed.

Present yourself broken, depleted, powerless, and unadorned. Amidst the dead may you be transformed.

Where stubborn stone hath sealed the secret rite, By blast break through, and bring it unto sight.

Stand still a while in a deathly spot, The way to the Cemetery shall be wrought.

Thrice you run aboute Life's Tree, A path shall rise for you to see.

Where shallow waters lap the crescent stones, Let east and west in answering strokes be thrown.

Those which come easy to those that come hard, Where bright fish swim, these four you must discard.

Hew down all the sun-flowers bright, To reveal the prize to thy sight.

Smite the sword with strokes thrice and four, to reveal the prize for all the world.

Touch the headstone sunk in the deep, Step into the waters if the spring you would reap.

Within your open palm it lies. Dash, and claim the waiting prize.

Upon the span above the waiting Void, Yield up thy breath, and wake what shadows hide.

When one star-born guide alone remains, Draw it up the torch-lit stairs to unbar the chains.

Run over the bridge to and fro, Where skulls lie scattered in a row.

In the home of the hag, extinguish all joy and preserve all misery, for a sip of the cauldron for thee.

Come forth, child. You've ventured this far into a strange land, do not be coy now.

Blood is the price, Cursemarked. Oh yes, you will pay it many times over.

Now take your life, mingle your blood with this land, and be bound to it.