Property:Has legendary unlock text
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This text property stores the legendary unlock in-game description text from Template:Legendary unlock text.
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Log 18204: Losing transmissions̱omething went wrongI̱'mstranded_. I'm stuck in[[Fractal]]. Floating. The whole island isf̲loating. Call themselves[[Forgotten]]. Trees. I sees̱omeone_? Can you hearme? +
Crafted from the finest silks, these vestments are a symbol not only of sheer strength but also quick-witted bravery and grit. They know their way around the streets of [[Battle of Khylo|Khylo]] here and back again. +
This suit of armor is melded from the helms of the wearer's opponents, a reminder of the battles won. There's something bittersweet about the way it smells - like clashing swords and sweaty palms. +
This garb is the perfect blend of lightweight and sturdy, ideal for the sneakiest saboteur. Their enemies may cry foul play, but I assure you, only those with a swift foot possess such finery. +
This garb is the perfect blend of lightweight and sturdy, ideal for the sneakiest saboteur. Their enemies may cry foul play, but I assure you, only those with a swift foot possess such finery. +
Crafted from the finest silks, these vestments are a symbol not only of sheer strength but also quick-witted bravery and grit. They know their way around the streets of [[Battle of Khylo|Khylo]] here and back again. +
Crafted from the finest silks, these vestments are a symbol not only of sheer strength but also quick-witted bravery and grit. They know their way around the streets of [[Battle of Khylo|Khylo]] here and back again. +
Crafted from the finest silks, these vestments are a symbol not only of sheer strength but also quick-witted bravery and grit. They know their way around the streets of [[Battle of Khylo|Khylo]] here and back again. +
This suit of armor is melded from the helms of the wearer's opponents, a reminder of the battles won. There's something bittersweet about the way it smells - like clashing swords and sweaty palms. +
Crafted from the finest silks, these vestments are a symbol not only of sheer strength but also quick-witted bravery and grit. They know their way around the streets of [[Battle of Khylo|Khylo]] here and back again. +
This garb is the perfect blend of lightweight and sturdy, ideal for the sneakiest saboteur. Their enemies may cry foul play, but I assure you, only those with a swift foot possess such finery. +
This suit of armor is melded from the helms of the wearer's opponents, a reminder of the battles won. There's something bittersweet about the way it smells - like clashing swords and sweaty palms. +
This suit of armor is melded from the helms of the wearer's opponents, a reminder of the battles won. There's something bittersweet about the way it smells - like clashing swords and sweaty palms. +
This suit of armor is melded from the helms of the wearer's opponents, a reminder of the battles won. There's something bittersweet about the way it smells - like clashing swords and sweaty palms. +
Crafted from the finest silks, these vestments are a symbol not only of sheer strength but also quick-witted bravery and grit. They know their way around the streets of [[Battle of Khylo|Khylo]] here and back again. +
This garb is the perfect blend of lightweight and sturdy, ideal for the sneakiest saboteur. Their enemies may cry foul play, but I assure you, only those with a swift foot possess such finery. +
This garb is the perfect blend of lightweight and sturdy, ideal for the sneakiest saboteur. Their enemies may cry foul play, but I assure you, only those with a swift foot possess such finery. +
This suit of armor is melded from the helms of the wearer's opponents, a reminder of the battles won. There's something bittersweet about the way it smells - like clashing swords and sweaty palms. +
This garb is the perfect blend of lightweight and sturdy, ideal for the sneakiest saboteur. Their enemies may cry foul play, but I assure you, only those with a swift foot possess such finery. +
Sunsmith [[Ouissal]] dreamed she gifted an exquisite axe to a woman with skin like the star-kissed sky above the [[Astralarium]]. She woke and ran to her workbench, a delighted laugh lingering in her memory. +
