Ailith on The Hiveborn
Ailith: They come from another world… a barren world… and they crave our living land and sky. Our unbroken sun. They cannot be allowed to gain a foothold here, or they will poison Wraeclast the same way they poisoned themselves.
Warrior: It sounds like a miserable place. I almost feel sorry for them.
Witch: Sounds like the kind of place I’d like to visit. Perhaps not {live}, though.
Sorceress: This world – what do you know of it?
Ranger: Was their world always this way?
Huntress: If their world’s so barren, how do they not die off?
Mercenary: So they’re all just mindless drones? What happens if one wants to break away… run away from home, you know?
Monk: Yes. Life as we know it weighs upon the outcome. But why has the enemy’s threat worsened of late?
Druid: Wait… their sun is broken?
Duelist: [DNT] Shadow: [DNT] Templar: [DNT] Marauder: [DNT] Ailith: There is no room for pity if we are to do what must be done.
Ailith: If they are not stopped, they will subsume us… just as their Depraved Lords subsumed them. Their hunger is ravenous. It is all they know.
Ailith: Only what the Dreamer has shown me in his visions. What I have seen is… horrifying, to say the least. A lifeless land, devoid of hope or happiness. In the absence of these things, hate and hunger proliferate.
Ailith: It is hard to say for sure… but no, I don’t believe so. A hivemind, by its very nature, leaves no room for diversity of thought. When an entire people become possessed of a singular purpose, at the expense of all else… nothing good follows.
Ailith: The Depraved Lords provide them what sustenance they need. As to how they do that, I’m not entirely sure. But something tells me that in giving up their individuality, the Hiveborn become… easier to satiate.
Ailith: I’m not sure they are even capable of such a thought. It would be like swimming against an endless tide, when every fibre of your being is willing you to follow the current. If such a thing is possible, I am yet to see it.
Ailith: We accumulate Keepers much slower than they accumulate their brood. We’ve grown year to year, but… we can’t outpace them.
Ailith: I have only seen it in the Dreamer’s visions. A vast horizon split in two. Heat distorting the air. Endless screams carrying on burning winds across empty plains. It is… horrifying.
Ailith: [DNT] Ailith: [DNT] Ailith: [DNT] Ailith: [DNT] Warrior: Then there’s no hope of redemption? For any of them?
Sorceress: It is miserable. It is no wonder they wish to leave it.
Druid: My skin crawls just hearin’ of it.
Duelist: [DNT] Templar: [DNT] Marauder: [DNT] Ailith: I’m afraid not. Their minds are long since gone. At this point, killing them is the only mercy we can offer.
Ailith: [DNT] Ailith: [DNT] Ailith: No matter what, we must stop them. It is the very reason why the Monastery exists.