Editing Shadow Utterances (section)

== [[Hollow Victory]] ==
[[Shadow (Creature)|Shadow]]s
: On death:
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::The Shadow whispers faintly, "The cathedral... Should've... known..."

::The Shadow chuckles, "The Spires only need to recover their strength! They shall rise again."

::The Shadow clutches your ankle as it dies and says in Aluvian, "Tell... my wife... Jarilyn..."

::The Shadow laughs, "Three more! In your greed, you work our ends for us, fools!"

::The Shadow says, "The heart has been carved out. The Opener of the Ways shall come..."

::The Shadow gasps, "Do not... break... the last..."</font>

[[Shadow Lieutenant]]s
: On death:
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::The Shadow laughs, "Your little slum village in the northeast was only the beginning!"</font>

[[Panumbris Shadow]]s
: On death:
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::A shrieking, squealing noise fills your head momentarily, pulsating with hatred. You see a man fighting in the dark. He is staggering, bleeding. His luminous red sword swings, cleaving a Shadow in twain. But a greater darkness rises and stretches its wings. A small girl, trembling on the ground beside him, shrieks. The man whirls - but a hand coalesces from the night, and stabs into his chest. The girl scrambles away. As the man falls to his knees, the vision fades, leaving an echo of laughter in your mind.

::As the panumbris dies, darkness falls upon your vision. But in the blackness there is a light; a single flickering candle, held by a gaunt man, and sheltered from relentless rain by his other hand. The night around him writhes and whispers... but the vision fades.</font>

[[Umbris Shadow]]s
: On death:
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::A shrieking, squealing noise fills your mind, pulsating with hatred. You stand in a frigid downpour, among a crowd of thin and shivering people. Before you stands a fat, amber-eyed man in sumptuous robes, shielded from the rain by a glittering magical field. He shouts at the crowd, words you cannot comprehend, and thrusts a condemning finger at you again and again. As the vision fades, he gestures in supplication at the cloud-shrouded heavens.

::A shrieking, squealing noise fills your mind, pulsating with hatred. You find yourself standing on an unfamiliar shore. It is a blood-red dawn; the sort Viamont mariners say presage storms. A ripping noise rises, growing until it shakes the air around you. Birds cry, starting from the trees in terror. You raise your eyes to the horizon. Just above the green-blue sea, a black speck crosses the sun, trailing a great tongue of flame.

::You seem to hear unintelligible words as the Umbris falls... only the word "Daralet" is distinguishable.</font>