Anchan Matcha Wraith 2
Anchan Matcha Wraith 2
Scene 60 of 29231 lines
Where it plays
| Scene number | 60 |
| Lines | 31 |
| Plays in a run | Yes |
| Act | Act II |
| Where in the act | 9 of 40 |
Nothing in the hub sets this scene off, and nothing in the game changes when it ends. It runs from the story itself.
How it starts
Anchan's own scenes, lore, rolled. Starts: when you talk to Anchan. Needs: you are playing 
Matcha and you have already seen Lore Anchan Matcha Posterity 1 and you have not seen Lore Anchan Matcha Posterity 2.
Who speaks (2)
Anchan
Matcha
The scene
AnchanYou remembered your question?
MatchaI did. Also, I am going to avoid direct eye contact if that is okay.
AnchanWhatever makes you most comfortable, my dear.
Matcha…Thanks. So uh… when did you become a wraith?
AnchanHow droll! And here I thought you were going to ask something personal.
MatchaOkay… How did you become a wraith?
AnchanAh. I wish the story was as fascinating as you might think, but alas no. It was pure recklessness.
AnchanReckless talent. Reckless dedication. Reckless shortsightedness.
AnchanI was an enchantress in a coven of advisors. We served a matriarch of great renown, practicing sigaldry at her behest.
AnchanI was always particularly gifted, in both the craft of summoning and in other, lesser known arts of a macabre nature.
MatchaCurses.
AnchanIf you must put names to such grim matters then yes. But I only ever directed them at myself.
MatchaYou cursed yourself ON PURPOSE!?!
AnchanI did. It was the only way I could fend off death at the time.
MatchaI suppose you didn’t have the circle bringing you back… But what was killing you?
AnchanWhat kills us all: time. I needed more than a life span of it.
AnchanI knew if I could persist across generations, see war, famine, plague… I could learn from each tragedy.
AnchanI could prevent history from repeating.
AnchanI was wrong.
AnchanWell, I was right. I am always right. But it is not enough to be right, one must be heard to alter history’s course.
AnchanMy words fell upon deaf ears.
Matcha…oh.
AnchanSo empires rose and empires fell. And I was cursed again and again with the dreadful foresight of knowing the end times were approaching with no way to stop it.
AnchanAt first I was wrathful, then distraught. I mourned millions.
AnchanBut after enough apocalypses… it became repetitive. It all blurred together into nothing at all.
AnchanI’d grown so exhausted of the very notion of civilization that I thought it best to simply seclude myself away.
AnchanSo I laid to rest in the cold embrace of solace and silence. Even the Circle’s invitation wasn’t enough to coax me from my chambers.
MatchaExcept you couldn’t have rested… Wraith’s don’t sleep.
AnchanWell I suppose I just lay there… waiting for the sweetest little creature to trot through those stone doors and-
MatchaRUNNINGAWAYNOW!
AnchanGoodbye, my sweet.
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