Kryptis Memory (The Eleventh Hour)

This article is about memories accessed during The Eleventh Hour. For the memory accessed in The Commons, see Kryptis Memory (The Commons).

Kryptis Memory

Location

The Eleventh Hour
(Inner Nayos)

Type

Book

Interact

Yes

Destructible

No

Kryptis Memories are memories found within Eparch's castle during The Eleventh Hour chapter.

Story involvement

Secrets of the Obscure story

• Act VI: The Midnight King
  • The Eleventh Hour

Text

Eparch's Fear

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As you reach out at the essence, a surge of preserved ancient memory pours through your mind.

Jungle heat. Writhing vines. The dragon sees.

Tyria: vibrant, lush, and humid. Cacophony.

Bounding creatures. Croaking ceases. I feed.

Sleep, dreams; something watches, something enters!

Wake. My brother's screams. Vines dragging. Gone.

Following. A dark place. A wicked tree. My brother, suspended. Absorbed.

A voice. Dominating. It IS the jungle.

I resist, I...flee. Fear. Fear. FEAR.

It knows, sees through my dreams!

Days, nights, I scurry. Flee.

Kill to survive. The vines follow. Threatening oblivion.

Weak. Pathetic. I DO. NOT. FEAR!

But...I do. I do.

Until...him.

I collapse. His resplendence. Isgarren.

Eparch's Regret

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You poke at the essence and visions overtake your sight.

Belonging. Hunger. Rejection.

The seer's home. The tower.

Rest. Breathe. Peace...

He teaches, I learn. Tyria...so vast.

I hunger. Worry. I explain.

Dismissal. Unbalanced, he says.

Speaks of ascension, Waiting Sorrow, equilibrium.

I must feed. I hunger.

Why is he so empty? Alone?

Hunger. Nothing.

HUNGER!

Hunting. Blood. Centaur village, drained. Regret...

He watches. Disdain. Fear.

I plead. He does not hear. Shouting.

Tyria vanishes.

Falling, flying, dirt. Home. Nayos...

Eparch's Fury

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Brushing up against the essence, an old memory swirls through your mind.

Anticipation. Impatience. A sudden waft from opening doors.

Founders enter. An empty table.

Nephus. Steely. Formal. Still armed.

Mosyn. Hovering, jovial. Her charisma, enviable.

Febe. Thundering. Ponderous. An unreadable slate.

Aurkus. From shadow. Watching everything. Everyone.

All expectant. Curious. Skeptical.

Lacking vision. I provide.

Isgarren's candor, matching and mirroring.

Matching? No! Eclipsing.

Febe's stare pierces, judging. Like the seer.

Aurkus whispers.

Mind dances. A web forms. Motive.

Fear. Fear for Nayos. Fear for our Kryptis.

The fires of anger, stoked.

Back to Tyria. To his tower.

He will regret. He will collapse.

He will beg before my resplendence.

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