Merge branch 'patch-1' into 'master'

High Peak lore!  (drops to be added soon)

Closes #1

See merge request !401

game/modules/tome/data/lore/high-peak.lua

@@ -24,3 +24,61 @@ newLore{
 	image = "closing_farportal.png",
 	lore = [[The void farportal is closed, preventing untold horrors from assaulting Eyal.]],
 }
+
+newLore{
+    id = "argoniel-1",
+    category = "high peak",
+    name = "a blood-soaked resonating diamond",
+    lore = [[#{italic}#On touching the still-wet diamond, you find yourself experiencing memories that are not your own, memories that slowly seep into your mind with increasing detail.  You cannot tell if the initial haze covering them is a side-effect of the absorption process, or if it's from being dazed and waking from unconsciousness in these memories...#{normal}#
+
+#FIREBRICK#Pain#LAST#.  Everywhere, but where is worst...
+
+Abdomen.  Broken ribs?  Breathe in--  #FIREBRICK#yes they're broken#LAST#.  Shallow breaths.  Damned orcs.  Didn't expect them on this continent, much less in a Sher'Tul ruin.  Didn't even expect a Sher'Tul ruin...  Carrying Ziguranth weapons, preventing healing magic from working.  So now we've got #{italic}#two#{normal}# bands of past-their-prime savages working together to burn down civilization.  Lovely.
+
+Elandar, leaning over me, can't hug me because of my ribcage.  Says I should be dead.  That he found what he thinks is the fabled Blood of Life, and poured it down my throat and into my wounds.  That I'm healing, but...  if he was wrong, we can't go back to them.  Back to #{italic}#her#{normal}# - not after last time.  I can't let them take me from Elandar, not after all he's done for me, no matter what they might find if they analyze what's left in that bottle.
+
+The pain is fading - little by little, ribs mending minute by minute, I can breathe slightly deeper before hitting that sudden wall of agony.  It feels...  healthy.  Powerful, even.  Whatever my love may have found, his gift is definitely capable of nourishing living creatures...  but there are other feelings too.  Feelings of being trapped.  Lost.  Alone.  Homesick for a home I'm already standing in.
+
+I have my theories, unsettling as they are.  I believe I can use this bond...  productively, without breaking my love's heart or leaving a worse world behind.  I will be happy, Elandar will be happy, and #FIREBRICK#he#LAST# will be happy.]],
+}
+
+newLore{
+    id = "elandar-1",
+    category = "high peak",
+    name = "Elandar's journal (1)",
+    lore = [[I am increasingly certain that what I gave my love was not the Blood of Life.
+
+Her demeanor has...  changed, but not in the way one would expect.  If I had given her the essence of some god the Sher'Tul wounded and exsanguinated for a trophy, or a blight-ridden demon, or something else that would affect her mental state, I would expect her to start acting oddly - with more cruelty, more arrogance, less #{italic}#humanity.#{normal}#  Instead...  she acts like she knows the world is about to end and can't tell anyone.  She mutters about needing to use the contents of that ruin, one that we still can't even tell Angolwen #{italic}#exists#{normal}#, to bring about a new order of magocracy like the one Tannen wants "before it's too late."  Something is gnawing at her, and she dreads that I may find out what, but otherwise...  she's almost #{italic}#too#{normal}# rational.
+
+She is terrified of losing me, losing this world, losing #{italic}#herself#{normal}# - but to what, I have no idea.  Ultimately, it does not matter what is running through her mind; I will study the texts in this ruin for summoning rituals, farportal schematics, or something else that would fulfill her plan for her.  She will get to see this "Gerlyk" once, for herself - and then his magic will be absorbed and it will be over.  Whatever this creature is, it can't give orders when it's dead.]],
+}
+
+newLore{
+    id = "argoniel-2",
+    category = "high peak",
+    name = "Argoniel's blood-runed athame",
+    lore = [[#{italic}#On touching the blood-dripping knife, memories flood your mind - this time, with incredible intensity.  You drop the knife immediately, thankful you only picked it up by the plain handle, and not the rune-lit blade or the red pool under it.  Moments later, your mind starts parsing and interpreting what it just absorbed:#{normal}#
+
+pain.  pain loneliness and cold, so much cold and it keeps growing.  in my dreams i can't move a muscle thanks to this #{italic}##FIREBRICK#[untranslatably foul profanity]#LAST##{normal}# goblin-built cage.  he never had his chance.  could've made the world in his image.  could've made a peaceful world, one of meadows and soft rolling hills, if the other gods hadn't fought with him over it.  might've made humans - in any case he watched over us, protected us from those #{italic}##FIREBRICK#[untranslatably ancient profanity]#LAST##{normal}# squid until they drove him into the void
+
+he suffers on a distant world, his power leeched out bit by bit for reasons never told to him by evildoers he's never seen.  this is not right.  he must be free.  i must be free.  he must come to eyal and our vision for it will be realized
+
+it will be
+
+#{italic}#so#{normal}#
+
+#{italic}##FIREBRICK#b e a u t i f u l#LAST##{normal}#]],
+}
+
+newLore{
+    id = "elandar-2",
+    category = "high peak",
+    name = "Elandar's journal (2)",
+    lore = [[...I awoke early this morning to see the love of my life altering the unique farportal we've been building together.  Our plans are all on track so far, the Staff of Absorption has been integrated into the portal so it'll drain Gerlyk the moment it summons him, the orcs are too busy suspecting each other to bother investigating us...  and then I discover that she's sabotaged it.  This portal will #{italic}#em#{normal}#power Gerlyk when it summons him - and he surely must be insane from the loneliness of tumbling in the void of space all this time.  In any case, even a sane god would be devastating to life as we know it.
+
+...So why can't I bring myself to stop her...?
+
+Argoniel, my love, I have sworn to hold your hand and walk beside you, no matter where you choose to go.  If that means joining you down the road to armageddon...  so be it.  
+
+Forgive me, Eyal.]],
+}
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