Machines of War

Machines of War is the fifth quest of of Diablo III.

Core

 * Leah: The soulstone seems stable now.


 * Adria: The demon’s rage has been subdued.


 * Tyrael: Yes, but for how long? Our time grows short! We must take this fight to Azmodan!


 * Class
 * To the battlefields, then!


 * Tyrael: Can you feel the keep shuddering? Azmodan’s siege weapons. Saving these walls will have meant nothing if they’re reduced to rubble.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: Indeed. I’ll defend them.


 * Follower
 * Templar: At last!


 * Cutscene
 * Necromancer: The keep is secure. Our fight continues in the battlefields.


 * Soldier: Do you think he's/she’s as good as they say?


 * Soldier 2: He/she wouldn’t have made it this far otherwise.


 * Follower
 * Templar: It feels good to be on a battlefield again.


 * Sergeant Pale: Thank the gods you’re here! You’ve got to destroy those ballistae; they’re raining hell down upon us! We can’t last much longer!


 * Follower
 * Templar: By the Light! That must be the trebuchet. Strike now!


 * Vision of Azmodan: I do not need my siege weapons to slay you. You stand in the middle of the Army of Hell. It will crush you!''


 * Class
 * Necromancer: You waste your breath, demon.


 * Tyrael: I could no longer sit idly by while you brought the fight to Azmodan. It has been too long since I felt the thrill of battle myself.


 * Vision of Azmodan: Destroying my siege weapons makes little difference! Every hour, more of my forces pour forth from the mouth of Hell. Soon, they will wipe your pathetic keep from existence.


 * Tyrael: Brave words, Azmodan! But words are all you have left to hurl at us. Forward, friend! Now we shall drive Azmodan’s army back into the accursed crater!


 * Class
 * Necromancer: Together, we can defeat them.


 * Tyrael: The battle is ours!

Townsfolk Dialogue (The Armory)

 * Class
 * Necromancer: Our fight nears its end.


 * Adria: This war will never end for me. Even if we defeat all evil forever. I will carry the scars of this nightmare till the end of my days.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: But you have reunited with your daughter.


 * Adria: I wish Leah could have the life I never had. But in truth, I fear she’ll be damned as well.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: And yet...I’ve never seen anyone who is as much a stranger to fear as you, Adria.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: How did the Eternal Conflict begin?


 * Tyrael: Since time immemorial, the forces of Heaven and Hell fought for control of the sacred Worldstone...until the day it was stolen by renegades and used to forge your world. Since then, the forces of Hell became more interested in corrupting mankind than in facing us on the field of battle.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: We are their new weapons.


 * Tyrael: They knew that mankind would tip the balance of power forever. And very clearly, you have.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: How was our world created?


 * Tyrael: To escape the Eternal Conflict, a group of renegade angels and demons came together and created a hidden paradise for themselves. They called this world Sanctuary. Eventually, they commingled. They gave birth to mankind. That is why you have both good and evil within you...and the power of both realms as your birthright. The power of your nephalem ancestors was so terrifying to their parents that they tuned the Worldstone to weaken them. They knew they had loosed something...unimaginable upon creation.

Townsfolk Dialogue (Bastion's Keep Stronghold)

 * Enchantress: I remember standing before the Prophet. My life hung by a thread, but he...he healed me and my sisters.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: He was a mage?


 * Enchantress: No, not precisely. I do not know what his true nature was...only that he possessed great power. He said we had done well to slay the daemons. He was very kind...When we had recovered, he offered to train us further.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: You agreed.


 * Enchantress: Yes. I owe him my life. Slaying the Lords of Hell would please him. It is the least I can do.


 * Soldier: I told you, Markus! I told you the demons would find a way up from underneath!


 * Markus: I heard that hero slaughtered a huge fat one in the larder. I’m never eating anything from there again!


 * Soldier: Hold on, there he/she goes!


 * Soldier 2: We hear you’re heading out onto the battlefields. We’ll hold the gates, but I don’t think you need us to!


 * Class
 * Necromancer: Maintain your vigilance. It will be needed before this ends.


 * Injured Soldiers: Where’s my wife? Is she all right? / Let me up! I can still fight! / Does it look bad? / Tell Captain Haile I’m sorry. / It hurts! / Please don’t let my children see me like this. / I’m so thirsty. / Someone, talk to me! / I don’t see anything. Why is it so dark in here?


 * Nikola: When this is all over, we should have a family.


 * Drian: A what?


 * Nikola: Children, Drian. We can have children.


 * Drian: That sounds wonderful. I think I’m needed back on the wall.


 * Small Boy: My da’ isn’t coming back, is he?


 * Class
 * Necromancer: I have not seen him. Do you know what became of your mother?


 * Small Boy: She died on the first night. What should I do?


 * Class
 * Necromancer: Remain calm. Your father will return to you if he can.


 * Boy: Let’s play Defend the Keep!


 * Girl: No.


 * Boy: Why not?


 * Girl: Because you’ll want me to be the fat demon she killed.


 * Villager: I’m not afraid for myself. No mother wants to see their children die, let alone in a place like this.


 * Covetous Shen: You're going out there?


 * Class
 * Necromancer: Yes.


 * Covetous Shen: Make sure you bundle up. You should probably wear an extra layer or two. You can never be warm enough, I always say.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: Yet you wear the same thing wherever you go.


 * Covetous Shen: Oh, well, it’s quite simple. I just tuck a few fire opals in my pockets and under my shirts, and I never get cold. As good as a pair of long underwear.


 * Soldier: Things are looking up, Marta. There’s barely anything left to kill.


 * Marta: I know you could do it.


 * Soldier: There are other soldiers about besides me, if you haven’t noticed.


 * Marta: No. I haven't.


 * Former Mayor Holus: Now’s the time to run, isn’t it? While there’s a lull in the fighting?


 * Class
 * Necromancer: It is never time to run.


 * Haedrig Eamon: The men look to you to lead them. When they see you laying waste to the demon hordes, they are heartened. As you go, so does this battle. Always remember that.


 * Villager: I heard what you did down below. I hope that demon filth is terrified of you.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: Terrified or not, they will die all the same.

Quest Log

 * Part 1
 * Barbarian: It is time to bring the battle to Azmodan. His war machines rain death upon our soldiers. He must be stopped.
 * Crusader: I have slowed Azmodan's assault, but so long as his war marchines continue to pummel the keep from rang, this battle will never end.
 * Demon Hunter: It is time to strike against Azmodan’s forces on the battlefield. His war machines must not be allowed to destroy the keep after everything we have endured. I worry for Leah. She is brave, but that is not enough to get her through this trail. I am beginning to think that she will never again be the hopeful young woman that I met in New Tristram.
 * Monk: I have finally come to this. The walls shudder under barrage of Azmodan’s war machines. Once they are destroyed, we will sweep across the battlefield and crush his army.
 * Necromancer: Defending the keep will only get us so far. The time has come to press the attack on the fields themselves, and show Azmodan that he has grievously underestimated us.


 * Part 2
 * Barbarian: I have destroyed the ballistae and sent Azmodan's demons fleeing. I now press my attack toward the crater, where the cravenly hides.
 * Crusader: Azmodan's ballistae lie in ruins. It is time to advance on the crater, the heart of his operations.
 * Demon Hunter: Azmodan’s war machines are nothing more than heaps of rubble, but the battle rages on. Leah and I will never known peace while the Lord of Sin lives. I must hunt him down over the battlefield. I cannot rest until his great filthy carcass is riddled with my bolts.
 * Monk: Azmodan’s ballistae are a smoking ruin on the frozen battlefield. If he will not face me, I will drive his armies back to the crater and bring the battle to him.
 * Necromancer: With the war machines felled, it only makes sense to continue onward toward the crater. It is hard to anticipate what I shall see there...The books of the necropolis library only contained vague descriptions of the Burning Hells: realms of smoke and fire and endless peril.