The Eyes Of Ara [UPD] Crack And Patch File Download
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A patch to better integrate many of the AE CC content mods into the Requiem mod. This does not change Saints and Seducers, and Rare Curios which are covered in another of my mods, however it does use items from these cc files.
[8] The phantom memory... I ease into the bath, my skin riots at the heat. I am flesh. I dive further, eyes stung as I watch their faces through prism. I hold my breath. :DMemoryOne0080Ordis_en.ogg (download, history)
[11] It is my time. I enter the great hall to the sound of foul chimes. Golden eyes greet me, hands stirring in my scent as I pass by. Even in this moment, no happiness. Instead, my heart races with hatred. :DMemoryOne0110Ordis_en.ogg (download, history)
[14] The bones crack under foot. So I sink in the dream, bone sand rushing through the cracks of my visor, filling my helmet, and suffocating me. And I deserve it. The foul chimes snap me back. My wretched knees are bent and penitent against the golden floor. :DMemoryOne0140Ordis_en.ogg (download, history)
[24] I glide on red wings. Robes shed, making me an ambiguous target to Dax steel. I let fly my ivory blades, they find new homes in Dax eyes. I land with my red-nakedness, delicate Orokin throats twisting in my calloused hands. :DMemoryOne0240Ordis_en.ogg (download, history)
[30] The applause peaks and fades. I feel a sense of shame but the end upon me. Ballas is above me, Executor of the Seven, smiling. He says, 'How simple and pure you are, you idiot beast. We have died countless times! Yet remain eternal!' I close my eyes to die just once. :DMemoryOne0300Ordis_en.ogg (download, history)
[31] And so the dream returns... one last repetition. My corpse moon, my scarlet sword, my cracked visor. 'Drink!,' says Ballas. So I draw on the Red Vial, a vague metallic taste. This dream isn't mine. He says, 'You rejected our gift, bathing in our death. Your punishment is... eternal life!' He laughs. :DMemoryOne0310Ordis_en.ogg (download, history)
[33] I see my reflection, brutal and ugly. It cracks, shatters. The fragments loose in the frame, pieces tumbling away into black void. Gone but not lost. Ballas says, 'You are Cephalon Ordis.' My hating, murderous shards tremble and plummet. I feel cool and bright and happy. :DMemoryOne0330Ordis_en.ogg (download, history)
[43] I was once the ugly Beast of Bones. I want to laugh. I want to scream. What is happening, Operator Your faint heart is growing bright... you will awake at any moment. Well, I can't let you see me like this. Angry. I imagine myself hurting you and that does it. The pain of it cracks me open again. I watch tiny glittering fragments fall into the pit. I am happy again. :DMemoryOne0430Ordis_en.ogg (download, history)
\"But, to Er-Phyrah, Mer-Sah was a poet who had eyes to see the beauty of things and ears to her the softly whispered language of the universe. \"I know a place,\" he said. \"Where I may be homeless no more. I have heard a voice, and it leads me there. Come with me.\" :DOstFolkFrag0040Onkko_en.ogg (download, history)
\"The Sentient sensed this subterfuge, and capturing one of the Unum's animals opened it up for examination. And what little of the Unum was present there... lit the Sentient's mind like the dark star from which it had fallen. The Sentient, you see, could not procreate. But in the Temple kuva it tasted healing. Completeness. A future. It devoured each and every last Unum-animal, but it was not enough. The Sentient turned its hundreds of eyes toward the Tower with new understanding: it would not destroy the Tower. It would become the Tower. It would kill the Unum, take her place and, one with that healing palace, give birth to a race of itself. Gara and Unum knew where the Sentient was. The Sentient knew the tower was the future of its race. The Sentient threw itself at the tower, no longer cautious, taking great losses and knowing the prize was worthy of it. Should it succeed all losses would be replaced a thousand-fold. This is when, across the Plains, the great pylons ignited for the first time. Sheets of energy sprung up between them, powered by the will of the Unum at their epicenter, trapping the monstrosity within. Loyal Gara, unwilling to heed inaction any longer, broke from the side of the Unum and flew out at night, her eyes on the Sentient mind.\" :DGQLoreFrag0040Onkko_en.ogg (download, history)
\"The Sentient, torn between its coveted prize and a mortal threat, broke from the Tower and turned back on itself from noble Gara. But Gara's eyes were not for the Sentient - but for the glittering, man-sized device resting just beyond the gates. It had not been there before, but it was there now. It swatted Gara from the sky, drew it to herself, meaning to end her life there and then. The battle was terrible. Gara sustained injuries she would not survive. But! In her final moments brave Gara seized upon the device her beloved Unum had crafted, seized it to her breast, and allowed the Sentient to draw her in one final time. Toward its core. Toward the seat of its intelligence. From within the Sentient unfurled myriad feelers, probles, tendrils - viciously-toothed and made for killing. They swept towards Gara, violently, and the Glass Warrior made no defense. Her defense was her final attack. The device detonated, and the Unum cried out as night lit as day. The battle - the terror - was ended. The Tower walls shook. The Sentient's body shuddered, wracked by a cacophonous energy. Forests fell as piece after piece, giant body after giant body crashed to the Plains and marshes and flatlands. Animals fled in spreading waves from pounding sky-high walls of dust, angered and whipped to fury by the death of a god. The last of Gara's energy arced from body-to-body, machine-to-machine, piece-to-piece, a horizon-wide applause of light beautiful and terrible. And then... silence. All was still. The Unum's adherents wandered throughout the haze, calling for one another, lost in a miasma. Husbands seizing onto wives, children onto parents. It was over. Gara was never seen again. The Sentients, then, became as they are now: senseless, wandering, yearning for a unity they sense more than they remember. And the Unum. The Unum survived, alone, for centuries. Until today. When you stand here, reading this. This is Onkko, Cetus Archivist, with my translation of the Gara legend.\" :DGQLoreFrag0050Onkko_en.ogg (download, history)
\"I had the corpse lain on a dissection rack, ready for a full surgical examination. Then, like any animal dreaming, the paw... ...twitched. I glanced at the vitals scanner, expecting to see some anomalous electrical reaction taking place, contracting ancient muscles... But no... What I saw there was a beating heart. I did not revive specimen VK-7. Before my eyes she willed herself back to life. It was... the most... beautiful... thing I had ever seen. Some speak of feeling a connection to something greater than themselves, to which I laughed, as any right-thinking Corpus would. Life is profit, profit is life. But, in that moment... watching that animal claw her way out of death's dark pit... though I did not admit to myself... something in me was forever changed.\" :DGhoulFragment1140Sigor_en.ogg (download, history)
\"The atmosphere processor wasn't made for imprisonment, or interrogations, but the lack of facilities did not prevent them performing both. Bound and beaten in maintenance closet A-5, I told them everything. It doomed me. Zyl, the oxygen tech from Reclamation 3, had a previous career in psychological operations for some branch of the military. Therefore he had been selected to administer to me, to interview me, and ultimate to execute me. Barrel pressed to my forehead Zyl said he would prefer it if I did not look at him. Obliging as ever, I closed my eyes. There was a sharp crack, then nothing more. I opened my eyes. Zyl lay dead at my feet, limp, throat clasp in VK-7's jaws. I was Corpus no longer. Remaining on Venus would be death for both of us. We had to escape.\" :DGhoulFragment1220Sigor_en.ogg (download, history)
It was I who opened the door to Sigor's cell. Who watched as VK-7 dispatched Sigor's would-be executioner, a Corpus I had often worked with in Reclamation 3. It was I who ensured one cargo pod in particular was replotted, to intercept an outbound Solaris rail tractor. It was I who sealed multiple bulkheads, to stem the flow of troopers meaning to end them both. :DLoreFrag0040Smokefinger_en.ogg (download, history) 153554b96e
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