Champions: Return to Arms

Firiona Vie:
Welcome brave soul. Your presence inspires hope in the hearts of Gods and men alike. For once again, the planes of power have come under siege. You must perfect your skills with sword and lance. Battle trumpets sounded as our courageous knights stormed the Plane of War. The bodies of our enemy lay scattered across the Forbidden Battleground, the palace of Rallo Zek grew near. But then - just when victory would be ours - we were met by an unspeakable new power. Many have perished. Our armies are in disarray. Will you lend us your heart, your hand and your sword? The deaths of thousands will be avenged by your victory. If there are potions you seek, or arrows to fill your quiver, our traders can provide them - for a modest fee of course. When you have all you need, you may pass through the portal behind me, and into the Plane of War.

Natasla:
Welcome to the Plane of War, champion of Firiona Vie. Tell me, what riches does the servant of Tunare offer for such blind allegiance? What power of your own may you reap? None! You're nothing more than a pawn, a marionette on a string. Perhaps there is a more... shall we say, profitable choice, Meed my words, brave warrior - renounce your vow to that pompous wench and join the forces of darkness! Together we shall resurrect the Prince of Hate and rule the world! The forces of light grow weaker, by the hour. Soon we will overwhelm them. Our only chance for victory is to fight alongside us.