
Originally Posted by
Anonymoose
COMBINED / PARAPHRASED DIALOGUE
Who shows such irreverence as to enter my resting place and disturb my slumber?
You are (ignorant / forgetful) to not know me, I am the (lord / first / genesis) of dragons.
You possess the Echo, but it is not your salvation.
Is it by Her will that we have met? ... What is it that has led you to me?
A star? Yes, it burns bright, my kind rallies to the call.
Ishgard will burn. They remember not fear or the crimes that have been committed.
The sons have inherited their father's sins, and with their deaths will their crimes be avenged.
We will never forget, we will never forgive, we will not allow their sins to be repeated.
One of my seven children sings for justice. That the advance will halt is but false hope.
I rouse only to respond and join in the song.
Man repents not his sins against us. The earth will be scorched and they will be undone. This is your last hour.
---- Attack is deflected by Hydaelyn's protection ----
What trickery is this?! That light! This is Your chosen!?
You give this vulgar being powers beyond the Echo, and beyond what it deserves! And you would wish for me to aid them?
If this be your wish, I must accept it. Fear not, mortal...
---- The crystals of light are darkened ----
By my claw has been sealed the blessing of light.
But I will not harm you, the threat of that comes from elsewhere.
At the beginning, Hydaelyn gave me shelter and light.
You, who are young and weak, have long enjoyed Her grace, but no more.
---- Midgardsormr creates a small dragon ----
This is my incarnation, a piece of my soul. I send it with you, as we are now bound.
It's eyes are my eyes, its ears are my ears. Let us see what you do without the protection of light.
Will this trial lead to war's end? Are you more than just a porter of borrowed power?
Can you overcome the mark I've laid upon you with your own strength? Man has ever coveted that just beyond his reach.
I drink of this land's aether and by Her grace am I gradually restored.
When this incarnation is whole, the loyal and penitent shall rejoice.
The song of my children covers the whole of the sky and heralds both beginning and end.