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Norticus


Norticus laments his fall from the feared General of the Night Legions to being bound to a mortal, vowing to train them into a weapon for reclaiming his lost power.


Transcript:
Norticus: How did it come to this? I was once General Norticus -- supreme commander of the Night Legions. Norticus the Conqueror.
Norticus: Your tiny mind cannot comprehend what that means, but my adversaries in the Dark Aether would throw down their weapons and beg for mercy at the mere mention of my name.
Norticus: Heh. Mercy. I had no mercy. Just a string of victories that stretched back to the dawn of time. And now?
Norticus: Now I am shackled to a pathetic bag of blood whose lifespan is as brief as it is meaningless. Oh, how I have fallen.
Norticus: But I have fought my way out of bleaker circumstance. And you are currently the only weapon at my disposal. So you will have to do.
Norticus: I will hone your skills, human. I will make you unstoppable. But only if you heed my commands.
Norticus: I save your world, you get me back to mine.