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  | Patch Introduced = [[Twilight's Gleaming]]
  | Patch Introduced = [[Twilight's Gleaming]]
  |  Related Quests = [[Fenmalain Vestibule Quest]], [[Aerbax's Prodigal Shadow]]
  |  Related Quests = [[Fenmalain Vestibule Quest]], [[Aerbax's Prodigal Shadow]]
  |          Updated = [[Dark Materials]]
  |          Updated =  
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{{Translated Text
{{Item
  |             How Obtained = Dropped by the [[Fenmalain Shadow Leader]] and later found in the [[Orphanage Wing]].
  |               Name = Shadow Dispatch
|        Untranslated Name = Oozing Lump
  |         Icon Image = Shadow Dispatch Icon.png
  | Untranslated Icon Image = Oozing Lump Icon.png
  |             Value = 90
  | Untranslated Description = An amorphous, unidentifiable organism with what appears to be the characters of Yalaini script burned into its flesh.
  |             Burden = 160
  |     Untranslated Author =  
  | Special Properties =  
  |       Special Properties = [[Attuned]], [[Bonded]]
  |         Additional = Use this item to read it.<br /><br />3 of 3 pages full.
  |         Translated Name = Shadow Dispatch
  |       Description = A translated missive, taken from the hands of a Shadow at the Fenmalain Facility.
|    Translated Icon Image = Shadow Dispatch Icon.png
  |        Inscription =  
  |   Translated Description = A translated missive, taken from the hands of a Shadow at the Fenmalain Facility.
  |        Translated Author =
|              Translator = Bretself the Translator
|        Translator Speech = <font color=green>You give Bretself the Translator Oozing Lump.</font><br><font color=darkgoldenrod>Bretself the Translator tells you, "Blech! I swear, the Shadows use these messenger creatures to dissuade us from reading their correspondence. They're too disgusting for most people to read!"</font><br><font color=green>Bretself the Translator gives you Shadow Dispatch.</font>
| How can this be permitted?<br><br>Again, the forces promised by Dule have failed to appear. I was to have at my command twice as many as I actually enjoyed. We attacked as planned, but failed to achieve our goals - we simply had not the numbers. We pressed the rotting ones hard, but were forced to withdraw in disarray.
| Many were lost that should not have been, my lord Ler Rhan. The oldest and most powerful in my force lie strewn about the upper halls. This inefficiency cannot be tolerated! How many more times will we permit our goals to be thwarted by the inactivity of that cold, recalcitrant schemer?<br><br>I am now assembling the survivors from across the complex, organizing them into companies, and preparing another assault. This time, we shall carry the field. I doubt, however, that we shall have the strength to achieve our object once the rotting ones are cleared away.
| My only hope, barring the dispatch of more of our limited forces, lies in the greed of the outlanders. They now know that destroying what lies below will create more of those obnoxious, self-replicating fragments. They do so love that cursed armor. Despite the assassin's harrying of the smiths, the chance to loose more of the resource into the world will surely prove too great a temptation.<br><br>I go now to fight the servants of the Old Ones. I likely as not shall die in the endeavor. A curse upon the name of Dule. May the Black Breath boil him away!
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| Author = Unknown
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How can this be permitted?
<br /><br />
Again, the forces promised by Dule have failed to appear. I was to have at my command twice as many as I actually enjoyed. We attacked as planned, but failed to achieve our goals - we simply had not the numbers. We pressed the rotting ones hard, but were forced to withdraw in disarray.
----
Many were lost that should not have been, my lord Ler Rhan. The oldest and most powerful in my force lie strewn about the upper halls. This inefficiency cannot be tolerated! How many more times will we permit our goals to be thwarted by the inactivity of that cold, recalcitrant schemer?
<br /><br />
I am now assembling the survivors from across the complex, organizing them into companies, and preparing another assault. This time, we shall carry the field. I doubt, however, that we shall have the strength to achieve our object once the rotting ones are cleared away.
----
My only hope, barring the dispatch of more of our limited forces, lies in the greed of the outlanders. They now know that destroying what lies below will create more of those obnoxious, self-replicating fragments. They do so love that cursed armor. Despite the assassin's harrying of the smiths, the chance to loose more of the resource into the world will surely prove too great a temptation.
<br /><br />
I go now to fight the servants of the Old Ones. I likely as not shall die in the endeavor. A curse upon the name of Dule. May the Black Breath boil him away!
}}
== Notes ==
* Obtained by giving {{Itemlink|Oozing Lump}} to [[Bretself the Translator]]:
{{Dialog
|You give Bretself the Translator Oozing Lump.
|Bretself the Translator tells you, "Blech! I swear, the Shadows use these messenger creatures to dissuade us from reading their correspondence. They're too disgusting for most people to read!"
|Bretself the Translator gives you Shadow Dispatch.
}}
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[[Category:Translated Text Items]]

Latest revision as of 14:18, 1 October 2017

Introduced:  Twilight's Gleaming Related Quests:  Fenmalain Vestibule Quest, Aerbax's Prodigal Shadow
Shadow Dispatch
  • Value: 90
  • Burden: 160
  • Use this item to read it.

    3 of 3 pages full.
  • A translated missive, taken from the hands of a Shadow at the Fenmalain Facility.

How can this be permitted?

Again, the forces promised by Dule have failed to appear. I was to have at my command twice as many as I actually enjoyed. We attacked as planned, but failed to achieve our goals - we simply had not the numbers. We pressed the rotting ones hard, but were forced to withdraw in disarray.

Many were lost that should not have been, my lord Ler Rhan. The oldest and most powerful in my force lie strewn about the upper halls. This inefficiency cannot be tolerated! How many more times will we permit our goals to be thwarted by the inactivity of that cold, recalcitrant schemer?

I am now assembling the survivors from across the complex, organizing them into companies, and preparing another assault. This time, we shall carry the field. I doubt, however, that we shall have the strength to achieve our object once the rotting ones are cleared away.

My only hope, barring the dispatch of more of our limited forces, lies in the greed of the outlanders. They now know that destroying what lies below will create more of those obnoxious, self-replicating fragments. They do so love that cursed armor. Despite the assassin's harrying of the smiths, the chance to loose more of the resource into the world will surely prove too great a temptation.

I go now to fight the servants of the Old Ones. I likely as not shall die in the endeavor. A curse upon the name of Dule. May the Black Breath boil him away!

-- Unknown

Notes

You give Bretself the Translator Oozing Lump.

Bretself the Translator tells you, "Blech! I swear, the Shadows use these messenger creatures to dissuade us from reading their correspondence. They're too disgusting for most people to read!"

Bretself the Translator gives you Shadow Dispatch.

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