Translated Bound Falatacot Fragment
From the Whispering Blade Chapterhouse Access Quest, introduced during the Shining Runes and Shadowed Hands event.
Untranslated Bound Falatacot Fragment
A scrap of leathery skin, with twisted runes scorched into it.
Special Properties: Attuned, Bonded
Pretranslation Author: N/A
Translator: Harkwull the Discreet
Translator Speech:
Harkwull the Discreet Untranslated Bound Falatacot Fragment.
You've earned 6,891,000 experience.
Harkwull the Discreet tells you, "What a grisly memento the Falatacot left behind. Still, very curious, and it gives us an insight into Dardante's operations. A job well done. I feel confident in admitting you to the Whispering Blade. You can be trusted to see most of the translation... There are some parts that must still be reserved for our most senior members. On behalf of our Grand Master, I thank you."
Harkwull the Discreet gives you Ring of the Whispering Blade.
Harkwull the Discreet gives you Translated Bound Falatacot Fragment.
Translated Bound Falatacot Fragment
A translation of the Bound Falatacot Fragment.
The mortal meat puppet who calls himself Dardante has bound me in his crudely constructed half-realm longer than I can remember. Where did this callow hedge-sorcerer learn the arts of summoning, manifestation, and binding? His methods are crude and graceless, like a hovel constructed of unshaped logs. But his work is strong enough to hold me against my will and to subject me to the iniquities of physicality. He has been coached well, but his lessons are incomplete.
He torments me with the basest techniques to compel knowledge from me. It is fortunate that he lacks the power of true command. Humiliating as my captivity has become, at least I have not had the final indignity of having my mind stripped against my will. As it is, I feed him worthless information when the pain becomes too great. All this, I remember and record. All deeds will be accounted for in the turning of the Wheel of All Things.
Dardante wants to know about Grael. He wants to know how Grael came about his power, and how one might find him. He has learned enough to become a danger to himself and to those around him. He has not learned enough to realize that he is dancing around the Abyss. My laughter enrages him, and I have not yet seen fit to tell him why I find his queries so amusing. How could he know how many lifetimes were wasted pursuing knowledge of the Black Spear of the Kemeroi? I have fed him useless morsels that will only whet his hunger for Grael. I have led him to believe that a man-thing like him may achieve the same power as Grael, without making the same dark bargain that Grael made.
The man-thing has no idea what kind of catastrophic trouble he courts in his precocious inquiries. Neither I nor any of my kind will do anything to discourage him. Any of my brethren will be able to see the rich harvest of bleeding chaos that this Dardante sows.