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I'm sorry...friend...

Ibzan is the leader of The Dredged and final boss in Deadbolt. He wields Revenant.

Ibzan, as shown in his lore, was a previous reaper before the protagonist. His first appearance is in the the 1000 Year Royals mission, Sir Stela. Ibzan is shown to be a regretful antagonist, his motive being to apologize to the Flames for committing suicide and becoming a skeleton. The flames refused to speak him from that point on, so he attempted to apologize in person.

Ibzan is seen to be a merciless, but regretful and sorrowful person. He feels nothing but remorse for taking his death into his own hands, but had such dedication as to destroy thousands of undead and turn their bodies to ash just to apologize to the flames.

It is implied through reaching his apartment that his life under the Fireplace was a cold and lonely one, and thus he committed suicide and broke his connection and became one of the Skeletons.

Dialogue[ | ]

In Sir Stela, just before killing him:

"You have done a good job, friend. Feel pride in what you help craft.

In Ibzan:

"Let me see you, friend. I just want to talk."

After killing him twice:

"Poor aim - and a poor reaper.

After killing him four times:

"I'm not here for YOU, Reaper!

After killing him the final time:

"I'm sorry...friend..." or "It's so...warm..."

Lore[ | ]

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I stumble through the door, slamming it against the wall. Cold. I fall to my knees and the floor splinters where I land. Cold. Where is he? I feel for the lightswitch on the wall, hands groping. Where was it again? My fingers find their mark and I flick it on. The fluorescent lights spark to life, buzzing.

My heart drops through the fucking floor and I lose it, forever. Where's the- Where's the fireplace? It was here...wasn't it? It's just a wall. It was here. He was HERE. I start clawing, my razor sharp bones raking the plaster apart. It was here. I'm so cold. I need my friend. My fingers find a weakness and I bust through. Ah, there you are!

With frenzy, I rip the plaster down. Dust floats through the air and swirls around my arms. Nothing. There's nothing there but an empty void. No. No. NonononononoNO. Where are you, you son of a bitch?

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