The Wall

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The Wall
Storyline Quest

Quest giver: Lucious Aldin
Station: Charing Cross Station
Previous quest: Hold Fast
Next quest: Mind Mysteries

Rewards
Experience: 2460
Palladium: 140
Standing: none
Other: none

Objectives
Speak with Lucious Aldin

Speak with Lord Arphaun
Travel to Embankment Redoubt
Activate the C.I.S.
Guide the Fist to victory
Return to Charing Cross Station
Speak with Lord Arphaun

This Storyline Quest has multiple parts.
The previous quest in the sequence was: Hold Fast
The next quest in the sequence is: Mind Mysteries

Objectives

Rewards

  • Experience: 2460
  • Palladium: 140

Dialog

Lucious: Look at the size of this guy's head!
Lucious: Astonishing.
Lucious: Won't be long now, <playername>.
Lucious: Soon we'll hear a telling pop and then-
Techsmith 314: Pop? What pop?
Techsmith 314: You said you worked magic on me to do away with all the popping.
Techsmith 314: There shouldn't be any popping.
Techsmith 314: There's protective magic! You said so! Make it protect!
Lucious: Calm down. Of course there's protective magic, 314.
Lucious: I worked hard weaving the Dark arts to minimize any potential mess.
Lucious: Just like I said, my spells will keep the inevitable rupture contained within a small sphere that encases your skull so we won't get splashed by stray brain matter.
Techsmith 314: OK. Yeah. I get it. That's great. Just great. We'll do that then.
Techsmith 314: You know, I'm good with it. Really, I am.
Techsmith 314: But why wait?
Techsmith 314: Let me just get a Vulcan Bolter and access this knowledge in my brain right freakin' now!
Techsmith 314: ... Hey! I can't move! Why can't I move?
Lucious: Oh, that's just the Death Sphere spell getting situated. Soon you'll be completely enfolded in it's warm embrace.
Lucious: Then, when you blow, we'll stay nice and tidy.
Techsmith 314: Controlling the Demonic rage within me is getting especially difficult, <playername>.
Techsmith 314: You'd better come back in a little bit.
Techsmith 314: I'm liable to -I AM THE DARKNESS THAT ROILS BENEATH THE MASTICATING PESTILENCE- And so on and so forth.

Lord Arphaun: 314 Progressing well?
Lord Arphaun: Hm. I hope that boy understands what his sacrifice means.
Lord Arphaun: No sense in waiting around and praying for the best, though.
Lord Arphaun: We've got another situation to deal with.
Lord Arphaun: A group of Templar fanatics are stuck at Embankment Redoubt.
Lord Arphaun: They're another of Maxim's disorganized messes and won't heed a single one of my commands! Hmph!
Lord Arphaun: No matter. They're human and I'll not abandon them.
Lord Arphaun: But to survive this they're going to need a hero... I plan to give them one!
Lord Arphaun: Get down there, <playername>. Take command.
Lord Arphaun: I want you personally leading those Templar.
Lord Arphaun: They're unordered and undisciplined. To properly control such a force you must activate their Command Interlink and literally dictate their every step.
Lord Arphaun: Ensure the survival of that Fist and the security of Embankment Redoubt.
Lord Arphaun: You have your orders... and my complete confidence.

  • Guide the Fist to victory

Lord Arphaun: Again... You've come through again!
Lord Arphaun: This time I can credit you with the salvation of our most stubborn troops.
Lord Arphaun: Damn fine work, <playername>.
Lord Arphaun: Your application of sound leadership and discipline in the field has pulled the Templar out of a most precarious situation.
Lord Arphaun: If only I could claim the Techsmith and Lucious were faring as well.
Lord Arphaun: Both look ready to explode - one with unwelcome supernatural force and the other with anticipation. Hmph!
Lord Arphaun: You guess which is which.
Lord Arphaun: I think it'd be best if you check in with Lucious and 314 to obtain a status report on the progress of The Oracle's incubation, hm?