The Siege of Bastion's Keep (Quest)



The Siege of Bastion's Keep is the first quest of of Diablo III.

Core

 * Tyrael: The keep’s defenses cannot hold. Its soldiers are scattered, fleeing before Azmodan’s onslaught, which rushes forth from Arreat Crater. Should the keep fall, Azmodan will claim the Black Soulstone. If he does, there will be no hope for this world.


 * Class
 * I will not let that happen.


 * Tyrael: Light the signal fires and show these soldiers that we are not yet defeated! Salvation has arrived!


 * Tyrael: Go! You are needed below!


 * Follower
 * Templar: Tyrael will not fail these people. I know it.


 * Leah: The Black Soulstone’s getting hotter, straining against me. They’re...whispering to me from inside.


 * Adria: The demons within seek escape. Only your power can keep it from splitting apart, my daughter. It’s a heavy burden, but the fate of the world lies in your hands.


 * Soldier: Someone’s got to light those signal fires! Just not me.


 * Soldier 2: You heard the angel’s command! Let the call sound forth&mdash;Bastion’s Keep shall not fall!


 * Vision of Azmodan: Clear the walls! Tear them down!


 * Soldier: We saw the signal fire! We must light the rest, but the demons swarm around them!


 * Follower
 * Templar: Get back inside the keep!


 * Soldier: No! I have to help hold the walls!


 * Soldier: You’re a welcome sight, hero!


 * Soldier: I hear you’re the best there is!


 * Soldier: Fight with everything you’ve got!


 * Soldier: It’s an honor to fight by your side.


 * Soldier: Our champion is too powerful! Those bastards didn’t stand a chance!


 * Soldier: We are all going to die! It’s hopeless!


 * Class
 * Necromancer: What have the Hells sent forth now?


 * Soldier: You’re a welcome sight, hero!


 * Vision of Azmodan: So you’re the wretch that’s given me such trouble. Thrash as you might, you will not keep me from the soulstone!

Townsfolk Dialogue (Bastion's Keep Watchtower)

 * Tyrael: A few thousand of your years ago on a distant battlefield, I stood over Azmodan, sword raised to deliver the deathblow.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: You did not kill him?


 * Tyrael: No. One of my breathren, Ardleon, called for help...


 * Class'
 * Necromancer: A distraction.


 * Tyrael: Yes. And now Azmodan threatens all I hold dear once again.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: It will not be the same – not with our forces united.


 * Tyrael: I see that now. I wish my angelic brethren felt the same.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: What is most different about being mortal?


 * Tyrael: I will die, of course.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: That is the way of all things.


 * Tyrael: But that is the difference. When you are mortal, every moment is precious. Everything matters. It is exhilarating.


 * Tyrael: I knew Zoltun Kulle was special from the moment I met him. He had a keen mind for the arcane. During the Hunt for the Three, he was the bearer of the soulstones and must have studied them intently...Though it is an aberration, the Black Soulstone is a testament to his genius.


 * Tyrael: The Black Soulstone was created to be an improvement over the original three. They were crafted to contain single demons, but Kulle intended his to hold many. But the Black Soulstone is flawed and cannot contain that many demons for long. We must capture Azmodan within it and shatter it...lest all these Evils be reborn.


 * Tyrael: Of the many things I find intriguing about humans, the greatest is their endless thirst for knowledge. Angels believe that everything there is to know is written in the Scroll of Fate. Therefore, curiosity is not a common angelic trait. Ironically, my suspicions have been confirmed. Angels do not, in fact, know everything. Seeing the world through mortal eyes has given me much to ponder.

Townsfolk Dialogue (The Armory)

 * Class
 * Necromancer: How do you fare?


 * Leah: It’s getting more difficult, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.


 * Adria: The demons war and rage to escape their imprisonment. Their fury will only increase over time. Leah is very brave, but we’d best hurry before her strength fails.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: Our task is nearly complete. We need only slay Azmodan.


 * Adria: Only fools celebrate victory before the battle’s begun. Along with Belial, Azmodan has ruled the ravening hordes of the Burning Hells for over three centuries. His cunning is beyond imagining.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: I am yet to be impressed.

Townsfolk Dialogue (Bastion's Keep Stronghold)

 * Class
 * Necromancer: What became of your Vizjerei master?


 * Enchantres: My sisters and I waited until all of his associates had gathered to summon a greater daemon. We slew them all to the last man, but they uttered curses upon us with their dying breaths. My sisters and I...we fell. Our deaths seemed certain. When I woke, the dark figure of the Prophet was staring down at me...That is how I met him.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: It’s time I knew the truth about your brother.


 * Scoundrel: ''We used to be a team. I’d tip him off to some of the Thieves Guild’s hits; he’d bring in the guards and play it off like it was a lucky catch. But one time he showed up too early...


 * Class
 * Necromancer: When you robbed the Merchants Guild Bank.


 * Scoundrel: None other. Some of the guards became suspicious. They thought he was involved...and he’s been rotting in a cell in Kingsport ever since. I...well, I managed to escape.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: You feel guilty?


 * Scoundrel: I don’t know what I feel anymore.


 * Soldier: The walls are barely holding together. Why didn’t we repair them after that explosion twenty years back?


 * Soldier 2: I’m not the one who’s been skipping repair details.


 * Soldier: Well, it’s boring, isn’t it? Bloody amazing that the walls have stood all these centuries, though.


 * Soldier: We have to hold. We were down to quarter strength and we’ve held for ten days. Reinforcements have to be coming!


 * Soldier 2: We’re down to three hundred from a thousand men, and you think we can hold much longer than this?


 * Soldier: It is better to meet death bravely than to guess at its coming.


 * Soldier: Nikola, please hide while I’m away. I would never forgive myself if you were hurt.


 * Nikola: Hush, Husband. If you die now, at least I won’t be far behind. Now go, and hurry back to me.


 * Kid: Mum, I don’t like it here anymore. Can we go?


 * Mom: Soon, love. Just close your eyes.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: They are preparing for the worst.


 * Small Boy: My da’ went out to stop the demons from coming in. Are you going to help him?


 * Villager: Please take my children out of here. Leave me here if you have to, but take my children!


 * Class
 * Necromancer: You are the first to entrust a child to my care. I am...unqualified for such things.


 * Covetous Shen: It’s just unnatural to go from a place so hot to a place so cold. The change isn’t good for my old bones.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: You can leave at any time.


 * Covetous Shen: And what is all this noise? It’s as though we’re right in the middle of a battle!


 * Class
 * Necromancer: A great battle, even.


 * Covetous Shen: I know; isn’t it?


 * Class
 * Necromancer: What is on your mind, Shen?


 * Covetous Shen: Oh, yes, yes, yes. Well, memories are useless, aren’t they? You can’t eat them or sell them for food. I’m glad that I’m starting to lose them! Oh, I was just remembering a time when I tracked the jewel to Skovos. A long story, but let us say that between the sea monsters and poison arrows, it managed to slip away again.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: A tragic story, then?


 * Covetous Shen: Oh, it was. But when the theater’s ceiling collapsed, I fell right into the lap of my soon-to-be seventh wife! She managed to console me.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: Seven wives? Isn’t that excessive?


 * Covetous Shen: Oh, no, no, no. I’ve been married many more times than that. But never to more than two women at a time. Never let it be said that I am greedy!


 * Rondal: Got to go, Marta. More of those creatures need killing on the lower walls.


 * Marta: I’m sure I heard it was the upper walls, dear.


 * Rondal: That’s what I said! Look, there’s a chance I won’t come back this time.


 * Marta: You’ve been saying that for forty-four years. Go on, now.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: I never expected to see you outside of New Tristram.


 * Former Mayor Holus: Cruel fortune has left me as a lowly merchant once again! And now I’m minutes away from slaughter by the demonic hordes! Please escort me out of here! I will pay anything!


 * Class
 * Necromancer: You have learned nothing.


 * Myriam: These soldiers look barely old enough to be away from their mothers. They are not prepared for the evil that seeks to consume this keep.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: It takes years of training to become a worthy soldier.


 * Myriam: I couldn’t agree with you more. That’s why it’s a good thing you’re here.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: I cannot defend the keep alone.


 * Myriam: Oh, I don’t know about that. My visions are filled with demons dying violently at your hands. Let’s just say there is a lot of blood.


 * Haedrig Eamon: From the burning desert to the freezing north. You don’t make it easy on us, do you?


 * Class
 * Necromancer: Nothing is easy.


 * Haedrig Eamon: At least there’s a lot of work to be done here. These men fight with blunted swords and dented armor. It’s good to help.


 * Haedrig Eamon: What will you do when this battle is ended?


 * Class
 * Necromancer: That is a question for another day.


 * Haedrig Eamon: It’s never too early.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: I will return to the Priests of Rathma, and seek their wisdom.


 * Haedrig Eamon: A noble goal. I just want a quiet town in the country, where I can work and live a life of peace.


 * Villager: I’d fight if there were any weapons to spare. They’ll have to tear me apart before they get to my children.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: You convinced me.


 * Soldier: There’s a hundred other places the demons could come at us. From below, for instance.


 * Soldier 2: You mean up through the keep? The fortifications are even tougher down there!


 * Soldier: Half of the weapons in this heap are covered in rust. What has the quartermaster been doing with his time?


 * Soldier 2: Fighting alongside us for days, you fool.


 * Injured Soldiers: My guts are burning! / I hear they’re digging at the foundations. Is it true? / One of the flyers picked up Captain Haile! Gods, do you think he’s dead? / We kill them, and they get up again! / I can still hear them laughing! / We have to go on the assault. We can’t just wait here to die! / What are we going to do?


 * Soldier: It’s madness out there. Please leave. Head south as fast as you can, and warn everyone you meet.


 * Nikola: Will you come with me?


 * Soldier: You know I can’t.


 * Nikola: Then I’m staying. Put a sword in my hand, and I’ll fight alongside you. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.


 * Small Boy: Did you see my da’ out there? He promised he was coming back.


 * Girl: Do you think we’re going to die?


 * Boy: Don’t be stupid. Mum says the walls are impentrable.


 * Girl: Why is she crying, then?


 * Villager: You aren’t going to leave, are you? I hear that you’re the only reinforcements we’re going to get.


 * Class
 * Necromancer: I’ll fight until the end.


 * Villager: My husband said the same thing. What do you think happened to him?


 * Marta: I’m not leaving, Rondal, and that’s final. If I went, who would tell you that your left vambrace is unbuckled?


 * Rondal: Well, this time I mean it. You — huh? No, it isn’t!


 * Marta: Ahahaha. You still looked, dear.


 * Former Mayor Holus: There’s a terrible stench coming up from below. Oh no! What if the demons have infested the larder?


 * Class
 * Necromancer: At last that would keep them busy for a while.

Quest Log

 * Part 1
 * Barbarian: We have traveled to the top of the world, so near my people's desecrated homeland. I find myself inside Bastion's Keep, a fortress originally build to stand against the barbarians. I will not let that stop me from helping warriors regain their fighting spirit.
 * Crusader: That was quite the climb. I'm in Bastion's Keep, at the top of the world. I have come so far from the swamplands of my youth. But one thing remains the same everywhere: the work of the Crusade. Demons are assaulting this keep, and I will relieve the beleaguered defenders.
 * Demon Hunter: Bastion’s Keep is a mighty citadel, but its soldiers are unprepared to repel an army of demons. These men have fought admirably given their slight numbers. That is the only reason the keep still stands. But time is not on their side...I must hurry and light the beacons. Let the blazing fires show everyone that we have not been defeated! We will fight until the very end.
 * Monk: The legends of the fortress of Bastion’s Keep are known even in Ivgorod. But I see that it is no longer the impregnable stronghold it once was. It clings to life against the onslaught of Azmodan's armies, and its defenders are weary from battle. Their resolve has been broken. I must give them new hope.
 * Wizard: I have certainly come far since leaving the gates of the Yshari Sanctum. First Tristram, then the desert of the east, and now the frozen north and its legendary fortress, Bastion's Keep. It is in a sorry state. Its soldiers are tired from weeks of battle, and they need reinforcements. None are coming. It is up to me to rally these troops, to show them that all is not lost.


 * Part 2
 * Barbarian: Azmodan's visage mocks me from within a wall of flames. It matters not, I will face the demon soon enough.
 * Crusader: Azmodan seems a chatty sort of demon. We'll see what he has to say for himself when we are face to face.
 * Demon Hunter: It is working. The soldiers have rallied from the signal fires, defending the fortress with renewed strength. If I can get them to hold the keep on their own, it will allow me to pursue Azmodan directly. I must say, being so close to him and the Black Soulstone has made my nightmares worse...But I have dealt with these distractions before.
 * Monk: Azmodan mocks me, but his words are nothing. They are the wind. They are less than the wind.
 * Wizard: Azmodan tries to unnerve me with cheap magic tricks. A flaming, mocking vision! How terrifying. He must think me a fool.