Riga's Vision with Vraz-Uruth

[Riga]

[Abyssal] "Olog nuk? Lugbúrz gûl. Krûk ulûk, Khâd?" "Well, then? Here I am. What is it, Prince?"

Vraz-Uruth

[Abyssal] "Khobuz. Glob snaga-ishi, agh burzum-ishi glob." "Seedling. Through mine’s eye, you see. Tonight, I glance back."
[Abyssal] "Ishkha narûk gimbad. Nazg gimbatul." "She will not return. I grant you warning."

[Riga]

[Abyssal] "Lûg-ishi, ghaashûrzan. Globûrz agh ghashûrz. Ish? Ishdug ghashûrz krimp-latûrz? Ishdug latûrz-ishi burzum-ob gothûrz-lât?"
Gaze then, Wise elder. I hear your warning. Is it my mother you speak of? She no longer plans to return home?

Vraz-Uruth

The ashes pull at her arms as myriad tendrils, forcing them apart and down like a mother disapproving of your posture.

[Abyssal]_"Khâsh-shar snaga glob,
ob burzum-ishi lat,
ishi lat lat ukh.
Lugbûrz lat, burz lat, agh snaga lat.
Snaga agh golûb snaga shath,
Snaga agh buûbhosh-lat ukh snaga,
snaga latûrz-ob obûrz lat."

"She plans and yearns, but her desires are meaningless. You are the key, the lock, and the chain. The sooner you break, or bite her hand, the sooner fate shall be decided."

The smell of brimstone is stronger now, accompanied by... Rotten honey, alcoholic.

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