In the sun-scorched prison of Fort Joy, a metallic serpent coils around every Godwoken's throat—the Source Collar. This cursed jewelry bites deeper than flesh, silencing the divine symphony of Rivellon's lifeblood energy. The collar doesn't just pinch; it's a jailer whispering 'not today' to cosmic potential, while Voidwoken shadows lick at reality's frayed edges like hungry strays. Freedom becomes a whispered rumor among chained gods-to-be, a treasure map tattooed on desperate souls yearning to conduct the orchestra of Source once more.

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The Shackled Symphony

The Divine Order crafts these collars like love letters to control, each clasp a signature from Lucian—the would-be god scrambling for divinity's throne. When Source energy tries to sing through its wearer, the collar slams shut like a vault door, muffling the melody before it attracts Voidwoken locusts through reality's thinning veil. It’s cosmic pest control with a side of ambition, Lucian playing kingmaker by silencing every potential rival. These collars aren't just hardware; they're jealousy given form.

Three Keys to Liberation

Breaking free demands cunning over brute force—a trio of paths unfolding like origami secrets:

  • Nebora's Arena Bargain: By the old docks (X:223 | Y:181), Dallis’ scholar-friend watches gladiator blood sport. Win Fort Joy’s arena crown, and Nebora’s tools will snip your protagonist’s collar—a champion’s reward tasting sweeter than freedom. First step’s a doozy, though.

  • Leya’s Sanctuary Mercy: Amid Amadia’s glowing fungi (X:428 | Y:20), the healer Leya nurses ancient fears. Complete 'Most Dangerous When Cornered' with Gareth unharmed, and her trembling hands remove all party collars. Got Lohse in your squad? Her lullaby voice gifts Leya enough piece of mind to unlock the metal nightmares. Bring Beast along too—his dwarf-to-dwarf chat with Duggan smooths the deal like good ale.

  • Malady’s Reluctant Rescue: Missed both chances? No sweat. When Act I’s curtain falls and Lady Vengeance cuts through salty waves, the sassy demon Malady sighs and pops those locks herself—freedom served with sarcasm.

Whispering Source, Silent Land

Even after the collar falls, Rivellon plays tricks. Fort Joy’s sands suck Source energy dry—like a desert mocking thirsty travelers. That hard-won freedom? It’s an empty wineglass until you trek beyond the island’s edge. The collar’s ghost lingers in phantom chokes when spellcraft fizzles, whispering 'you’re not done yet.'

The Unanswered Echo

Liberation peels back layers only to reveal deeper mysteries: Can souls forged in silence ever fully conduct Source’s symphony? When the last collar shatters in Lucian’s vaults, will divinity’s throne cradle a savior... or just another jailer with nicer jewelry? The chains fall, but the echoes—they just keep ringing.

🔮 What melody might Rivellon weave if every Godwoken’s throat sang unchained? 🔮