Grave Robber (Darkest Dungeon II)/Shrine of Reflection
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Chapter One: Luxury's Lap
“ | Born into money, and married into more, she spent her days on horseback and her evenings in the ballroom. She was the object of her husband's boorish lust and drunken temper, placating his worst tendencies with a veneer of gracious deference. All the while, indulging murderous fantasies of freedom... and the fortune that would soon be hers. | „ |
~ The Academic |
“ | Tradition drove us into each other's arms. Or estates, rather. | „ |
~ The Grave Robber |
Chapter Two: Night Cap
“ | What did Fate expect as She flogged me towards a vindictive action? | „ |
~ The Grave Robber |
“ | Night after night of disrespect and abuse - enough was enough. | „ |
~ The Academic |
Objective: Enough Is Enough!
Solution |
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TODO |
“ | She listened, smirking, as his empty apologies came in desperate, choking gags... | „ |
~ The Academic |
Chapter Three: Embarrassment of Riches
“ | Years of decadence and financial mismanagement had left the estate in staggering debt. Humiliated and facing eviction, she wandered the empty halls, hurling inebriated indignities at the portrait of the deceased, whose hand had rested so possessively upon her shoulder. A gleam of gold on that painted paw reminded her that his rings were unaccounted for... and must have been buried with him. | „ |
~ The Academic |
“ | I cannot say I recommend impulsive murder. Always make a plan, love. | „ |
~ The Grave Robber |
Chapter Four: Filthy Rich
“ | He meant to leave me as a pauper or a corpse eventually. I'm certain. | „ |
~ The Grave Robber |
“ | To preserve her social standing, she would pilfer the rings from his fingers - the gold from his teeth! | „ |
~ The Academic |
Objective: Loot Your Husband's Tomb
Solution |
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TODO |
“ | She was awash in exhilaration, the glint in her eyes outshining the fistful of ill-gotten gains. | „ |
~ The Academic |
Chapter Five: The Afterparty
“ | Armed officials dispatched to oversee the eviction were shocked to find the front doors of the manor listlessly ajar. The lavish carpets were lousy with dirt and leaves. A heap of heirlooms gleamed on the ballroom floor - rings and broaches in a careless pile. The lady of the manor, however... was nowhere to be found. | „ |
~ The Academic |
“ | What use have the dead for such trinkets and baubles? | „ |
~ The Grave Robber |