The radar will be disabled, forcing knights to rely on sight and communication to guide them. Upon entering, knights from your team will be placed randomly in the plateau. If a knight is brave, they may be able to obtain Apocrean Sigils here. It is also mostly void of heat, health, and crowns, making survival the main goal. It has no arsenal stations, so a knight cannot change their gear in this area. The gravestones are arranged in a grid like pattern. It is populated with grave stones, walls, and bushes. The Grasping Plateau is a large, dimly lit rectangular area that looks like a graveyard. The plateau is also where knights will run into the Apocrean Harvester. Apocrean Sigils can only be gained in the grasping plateau. The normal levels play normally and hold normal loot payouts. The first true level, depth 21, will always be a normal level. Most depths are random fiend / undead random levels, with a chance of encountering the Grasping Plateau. The Shroud of Apocrea mission entails a trip through depths 19 to 25. The last combat floor is always a Grasping Plateau. The mission has several random floors of arenas, tunnels, and Grasping Plateaus. It features a large graveyard called the Grasping Plateau, in which players can search for Apocrean Sigils (by freeing Souls) and encounter difficult monsters. "Shroud of the Apocrea" is a prestige mission that can be started as often as the player desires during the event, so long as the player is at least Rank 4-1. Main article: Shroud of the Apocrea (Mission) The only gameplay available for Shroud of the Apocrea is through the event-exclusive prestige mission. There are no changes to regular gameplay in the arcade. Allister Danford, Dean of Antiquities - Forum Post. (The remaining pages are a series of indecipherable symbols and patterns, seemingly drawn with great haste.) Nuul-duggath, I am seared in your gaze oh Apocrea, teeming filth of ages! Nyarrlotth-MORG! The daylight, the starlight all hope is merely waiting for their dark shroud to return this cosmic play to its primordial black.ĭear heavens! The stars grin down with lustful intent! It is an abomination, an embodiment of sublime beauty, dark and blooded! I weep and laugh before the shroud that waits! The blinding gaze of the Apocrea is boundless. What terrible naivety! What utter farce! All of them mere crops against their relentless scythe! Though they may steal sanctuary in the cracks and corners of their terrible realm, it is ever fleeting. Oh such beautiful souls! Bright and vibrant like fruit warming on the branch from a summer’s sun, longing for the pull of the earth below, the chance to seed and grow and birth anew. Only souls can fill their void, sublime in its vast emptiness. Only souls keep these engines roaring, heard screaming across distant stars. Within cities where geometry and madness share meaning, constructed from thought, from unnatural impulse, the Apocrea dream dark machines into being. In the deep dark below, beyond the space where time wakens and yawns, beyond the shadows cast by the great leviathan of eternity, the Apocrea stir.
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