General | Quotes |
Career Skill[ | ]
(note: there is currently a bug that prevents the correct audio file from playing for Career Skills. Only the host's equipped/unlocked heroes voicelines will play when in groups.) (?)
Career Skill | Quote | Audio |
Fire Walk | Aqshy's Stride! | |
Flame, walk with me. | ||
By Tarnus and Gormann! | ||
Blazing trails! | ||
Cindertrack! | ||
You'll know me by my trail of flame... | ||
On heels of fire! | ||
Burning it up! | ||
Follow the fire, darlings! | ||
A nice, warm hug! | ||
Toasty-warm footsteps! | ||
I've some real red-hot moves, darlings. | ||
The Burning Head | Fly free! | |
Off you go! | ||
Heads up! | ||
Yes, it's funny, isn't it? | ||
Find new friends, meet new creatures, little one. | ||
Spread joy, little one. | ||
Ride the wind, little one. | ||
Laughter's contagious, isn't it? | ||
Catch this, darlings! | ||
Doesn't he sound happy? | ||
Don't run! He just wants to be your friend. | ||
Burn them for Aunty Sienna, little one. | ||
Living Bomb | Aqshy! | |
Detonate! | ||
Erupt! | ||
Fulminate! Fulminate! | ||
Red Wind! | ||
Here it comes! | ||
BOOM! | ||
Let it all out! | ||
You asked for it! | ||
Better run, darlings! |
Chatter[ | ]
Trigger | Quote | Audio |
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Ambient during level | Where are the Empire's armies? Sated by food an drink, no doubt, while ancestral enemies plunder and raze. Pathetic. | |
These Northlanders have many secrets, but none worth the price exacted for that knowledge. On this... Saltzpyre and I agree. | ||
If I were really what Saltzpyre and his order claim, am I not fighting on the wrong side? | ||
Hear those breaking bones! | ||
By the Eight! The winds are flowing strong today. Always have, of late. | ||
I think Lohner's hiding much from us, darlings. | ||
Don't let the fury of these Northlanders worry you, darlings. Everything burns when the flames are hungry. | ||
I suppose this is picturesque, in its way... | ||
Horde | What would you prefer, darlings, Northlanders or ratmen? | |
Vermin and Northlanders have much in common. They're all deluded, and they all stink. | ||
The ratties will be back. And if they're not, the Northlanders will. | ||
Winds! But I'm glad of the reprieve. There'll be burning aplenty soon enough. | ||
Not fighting for some time | It's too quiet, and I doubt it will stay that way. | |
You don't honest think they've given up, darlings? | ||
Overheat | (screaming) The fire! Too much! TOO much! | |
(pained noise) The flames.... | ||
Fire... consuming me.... | ||
Fire... inside... can't... | ||
The magic... Overwhelming... | ||
Ahhhh! No! Too much flame! | ||
The magic... It's consuming me... | ||
Burning... Inside... | ||
Too... much... fire... | ||
Being hit | I'm tougher than I look, darling. | |
Not sure there should be this much blood. | ||
Ow! I felt that one. | ||
That all you got? | ||
I'm still standing, dunglicker. | ||
Volans! That stings! | ||
Low Health (under 25%) | Definitely felt better... | |
I'm still standing! Dunklither! | ||
Argh! Alright! Fine! | ||
Argh! Huff... I'm not having another one of those! | ||
Argh! Okay. That hurt. | ||
Argh! You think you're clever, do you? | ||
Burning... Inside... | ||
Down | I can't keep going! | |
Need a hand! | ||
Waiting to be rescued | Uggh. Alright. Fine. |
Mission-Specific[ | ]
Mission | Trigger | Quote | Audio |
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Righteous Stand | Near the Woodworker's Guild | Well the Pact-Sworn have been busy! Urgh! | |
Come out, Pact-Sworn! I have words with you. | |||
Hitting the defenseless, eh? Well try me for size. | |||
To me, my flames. We've a town to avenge. | |||
At the Bowman Garrison Door | The fort's long gone. | ||
This battle's long over. | |||
If only they had a wizard at their side. Fire's a great leveler. | |||
At least the gate's open. | |||
In the Bowman Garrison lift | The lifting platform, darlings. | ||
Like fire, we shall ascend in wrath. | |||
We can use that platform. | |||
We need to reach the battlements. | |||
Reaching the Gatehouse Ward | The way's blocked. | ||
Volans! I can't burn through this quick. | |||
That gate is wedged solid. We need to be clever. | |||
I can't burn through that in time darlings. We need an alternative. | |||
Nearing the cannon | How about we use that cannon? Turn the crane. | ||
Darlings, what about that cannon? Get the crane moving. | |||
Think bigger darlings. What about that cannon? Is the crane turned? | |||
See that cannon? I've an idea. But it'll depend on the crane. | |||
Cannon ready to fire | Hold your ears darlings! This will go with a bang! | ||
Light the fuse! | |||
Light the fuse! I'm looking forward to this! | |||
We're ready. Set the brute roaring! | |||
Cannon fired | Missed! Oops, we've a way through, all the same. | ||
Looks like we hit the wall, darlings. | |||
Gate's too small a target for you? Ugh, at least we're trough the wall. | |||
What an awful shot! Thank Volans the wall didn't collapse! | |||
Near the Temple | Is that the temple? I thought it'd be bigger. | ||
Typical Sigmarite temple. Gold aplenty while the poor starve. | |||
Darlings? We're almost at the temple. | |||
The temple's up ahead. Then the real fight begins! | |||
In the Temple to Sigmar | We're here! And about time too. | ||
We've arrived. Let's hope the work was worth it. | |||
Let's hope they've not taken the bells. Our ratties love their bells, don't they? | |||
Well, we've arrived. Let's take a look around. | |||
Bell rung | Burn! Die! | ||
Darlings, they're a-coming! | |||
Here they come! | |||
Lohner wanted a distraction? By Volans we'll get him one! | |||
Final door opened | Did that door just open? | ||
Who opened that door? | |||
Looks like we found a way out, darlings. | |||
Oh fancy that! We've found ourselves a door. | |||
Going to the Bridge of Shadows | Distraction accomplished! Time to leave. | ||
Lohner has his distraction, and a fiery lesson taught. Time to go. | |||
Darlings? We should be off. | |||
Why are we lingering, darlings. | |||
Convocation of Decay | Blood trail at the start | That revolting trail might lead us to answers. | |
See that slime? Where does it lead? | |||
Darlings? We might want to follow that slim trail. | |||
That ooze marks a trail, darlings. Shall we follow? | |||
Finding the opened cells | How many occupants of these cells were truly mad? And how many merely spoke unwelcome truth? | ||
Such cells are seldom empty. So many transgressions lead to a madman's confinement. | |||
Madness takes many forms. Sometimes the form of a jailor. | |||
These cells... madmen, heretics. Or those who crossed a witch hunter. | |||
Entering the sewers | Sewers! A woman could grow tired of dark places and filth! | ||
Waiting about in muck! Again... | |||
What a stench! Thank the Eight the water level's low. | |||
That stench! I'll taste that for days... | |||
Reaching the North Maintenance Shaft | Would you look at that? Runes of the North. | ||
Northlander runes. Interesting. | |||
Northlander runes, darlings. Light writing, but for folk of no intellect. | |||
See that rune? Work of the rotbloods. Written [unclear] on clumsy scrolls. | |||
Finding the switches | Quickly darlings, pick a switch. | ||
One of these switches must open the way. | |||
Find a switch that opens the door or I'll burn us out. | |||
Which switch is it? Surely one of them must work. | |||
Pressing the right switch | The door's opened, and reveals another. | ||
I think I heard the door open. | |||
The door's clear! But another one stands in its way. | |||
That's more like it! But there's another. | |||
Pressing the wrong switch | Try another! Wait. Did I hear something? | Subtitles state "That's the wrong sw- " | |
Wrong switch, darlings! | |||
Fire and ash, that wasn't right! | |||
Not so simple is it, darlings? Try another! | |||
Switch doors all open | Move up, darlings! Let's get out of this mist. | ||
Volans! I'll be glad to get out of this mist! | |||
What are you waiting for? The way's clear! | |||
Door's opened, darlings. Let's go! | |||
Before going down the cesspit | Fire and ruin! A garden of Nurgle, here? | ||
Daemon fronds! Fire guard me! | |||
Have a care around those plants! They look hungry! | |||
The filth grows thicker! See what splatters its bosom! | |||
Reaching the bridge to the Ritual Site | Is that chanting? | ||
Oh I think we're near our goal! To me, flames! | |||
Chaos sorcerers! I'm going to enjoy this! | |||
Sorcerers! Time to pit fire against the dark. The fire always wins! | |||
Reaching the Ritual Site | Fire and ruin. They'll pay for this slaughter! | ||
What vile purpose requires such sacrifice? | |||
They seek to summon a daemon! Stop them! And quickly! | |||
They're calling on a daemon! I'll immolate them all! | |||
Second Ritual Sorcerer dying | Die, rotty! So much for your magic! | ||
Another's gone, darlings! Nearly there! | |||
That's another dead sorcerer. It's working! | |||
Just a little longer, darlings! Another sorcerer just breathed his last. | |||
Hunger in the Dark | Before going into the mine | Who'd even think to make trolls uglier? Boggles the mind, darlings. | |
Prior to loading explosives onto the minecart | Time to load some powder barrels into our little friend. | ||
Hold on.. I think that cart might be useful. | |||
While transporting explosives on the minecart | So now it shows enthusiasm! Roll on, little cart! | ||
When the minecart rolls downhill | There it goes! Don't let it get too far! | ||
Reaching the minecart just before the altar | There we are. Who's a good little cart of fiery destruction? | ||
Halescourge | Find your way down the terraces | Any sign of the guildsmen's lift, darlings? | |
Ride the Lifting Platform | I think I see... Yes, that's the guildsmen's lift, and our route down. | ||
Athel Yenlui | At the start of the stage. | C'mon, darlings. This temple isn't going to find itself. | |
What tales could these trees tell if they could speak? | |||
The Screaming Bell | |||
Fort Brachsenbrücke | We've reached the first farm. Knopfelspeil's, was it? | ||
Into the Nest | Reaching the Gorog Drin stairs | Ignoring the fact it's teeming with Skaven - this is quite the view. | |
Nearing the Duraz Stromez bridge | Here! The bridge! | ||
Against the Grain | Near fences | Don't tell me you can't climb that precious little fence? | |
Ambient | I tire of losing folk to these heinous butchers. | ||
Empire in Flames | Reaching the caravan | I bet the barbarians think this a fine victory. They'll sing another tune when I blister and burst their lungs. | |
Festering Ground | |||
The War Camp | During the level | They are a plague, these Northlanders. How fitting that they worship such. | |
Ravine at the start | Perhaps some fire, to light our way? That always pleases. | ||
Eyes open darlings, we've plenty of friends coming to play. | |||
They could be all around us. | |||
We'll hear them before we see them; be ready. | |||
Froschdorf Trail | I couldn't live in a swamp. Nothing burns right! | ||
Wouldn't catch me living in a swamp, darlings. The smell alone is enough! | |||
Why are the Rotbloods so keen on swampland? I don't see the attraction personally. | |||
Maybe we're getting lucky. Maybe there'll be enough marsh gas to set ablaze. | |||
Old Andreas' Den | Plenty of hermits in the Empire. Most of them avoiding men like Saltzpyre. | ||
The isolated life's not for me. I like the wildness of cities. | |||
What a squalid little hut. | |||
I doubt that's the War Camp. You wouldn't fit many Northlanders in there. | |||
Froschdorf Trail, at the splitting paths | Choose a direction, darlings. Which do we prefer? | ||
Which path? Make a good choice, darlings. | |||
The path forks. Which way now? | |||
Two equally unappealing directions present themselves. | |||
Human skin teepee in Zuhause Gully | Those islands won't keep them safe. One good rainstorm and they'll be gone. | ||
Imagine camping in a marsh. You'd wake up covered in frogs and snakes. | |||
Looks like we found the War Camp's outer edge. | |||
I'd torch the tents, but they're sodden. | |||
High cliff in the Gully | There it is! Hurry up darlings, there's little much to admire. | ||
I see the encampment! Not far to go. | |||
There's the encampment! Right in the middle of the marsh. | |||
That looks like what we've been searching for. | |||
At the Blót Tree | The air's tainted. This is a witches' tree, not a gallows. | ||
A witches' tree. The Northlanders were calling on something. | |||
Bog magic and human sacrifice. Unpleasant stuff, darlings. | |||
The tree's the center of a ritual. But I think it's incomplete. | |||
Nearing the ram | We could use this ram to break our way in. | ||
I can't burn that wall, so let's use this ram. | |||
What a charming battering ram. I say we put it to use. | |||
See that ram, darlings? Reckon we can find a use for it? | |||
Ram near the gates | Well the ram's in place, let's brush the gate. | ||
Knock knock, northlanders! | |||
Show us if anyone's home, darlings! | |||
Time for the battering ram to earn its keep, don't you think? | |||
In the Inner Abode | Burn, all of you, burn! Send on your champion, I'll burn him too! | ||
Getting tired, darlings? We still have a champion to slay. | |||
Keep moving, don't let them corner us! We have to find the champion. | |||
Had enough yet, northlanders? Well maybe send out this champion of yours! | |||
In the tunnel to the Arena | Northlanders have strange priorities. If I didn't know better I'd say that is an arena. | ||
What do you suppose this place is? | |||
Why go to all this effort...? Oh, it's an arena. | |||
An arena, all the way out here. Why not build something useful? | |||
Dead Champion | Stay down, darling. You belong in the mud. | ||
Hah, the champion's dead. Does that mean we're in charge now? | |||
Pfrt, your old god versus my flame. Wasn't really a contest. | |||
And he's dead. I thought he'd last longer. | |||
Leaving the Pit of Trials | With a bit of luck, that'll keep our hideout secret a while longer. | ||
Fair's fair, darlings. That champion went looking for us and he found us. | |||
Lohner's secret base stays secret. Job's done. | |||
Ugh. That champion's well cooked. And our job done. | |||
Near the Bridge of Shadows | With a bit of luck, that'll keep our hideout secret a while longer. | ||
Fair's fair, darlings. That champion went looking for us and he found us. | |||
Lohner's secret base stays secret. Job's done. | |||
Ugh. That champion's well cooked. And our job done. | |||
The Skittergate | Reaching the first lift | We'll use the lifting platform, darlings. We'll need our strength soon enough. | |
That lifting platform's going down, and so are we. | |||
Riding the first lift | Such a mind-numbing dreadful mess they've made. I wish someday we could reach their cities, and do the same. | ||
I know when I'm outmatched. No way could I cause this much destruction. Well, not yet. | |||
Any mission | Going the right way | This way! | |
Come on, up here! | |||
Over here! Come on! | |||
Going up | Get up here! | ||
Going to the Bridge of Shadows | Looks like we've a way out, darlings. |
Eliminations[ | ]
Enemy | Quote | Audio |
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Clanrat | ||
Sackrat | Can't outrun the fire, sack-rat! | |
Plague Monk | ||
Savage | ||
Stormvermin | ||
Chaos Warrior | Who's the weakling now? Chaos Warrior? | |
That's the Chaos Warrior down! | ||
Chaos Warrior's breathed his last! | ||
Who's the weakling now, rot-helm? | ||
Rot-helm's not feeling so good! | ||
Chaos Warrior's down! | ||
Dead Chaos Warrior! Delicious! | ||
Ratling Gunner | Nice work, darlings. No more Ratling. | |
Gun-rat's been silenced. | ||
Gutter Runner | One less Assassins to worry about. | |
Assassin rat's dead! | ||
We've slain an assassin! | ||
Another dead Gutter Runner! | ||
Poison Wind Globadier | Die! Filthy gas-rat! | |
Dead gas-rat. Lovely. | ||
Warpfire Thrower | Fire and ruin, but I love killing flame-rats! | |
So much for Warpfire. Will the ratties ever learn? | ||
Die! Firerat | ||
Tainted fire is never be a match for the real thing! | ||
Fire is too good for vermin. But fire is also generous and giving. | ||
Burn, fire-rat! | ||
I've killed a Warpfire Thrower! | ||
Packmaster | Poor little hookrat! | |
Poor little hookrat! What a shame. | ||
Strangler's gone limp. He's done. | ||
Dead hookrat. Make me wanna DANCE! | ||
Only good hook-rat's a dead one. | ||
Lifeleecher | ||
Blightstormer | Blightstormer's dealt with. | |
Sorceror dies and the wind fades. Simple! | ||
Your winds are no match for my fires, Sorcerer! | ||
All talent, no training, that Blightstormer. | ||
So much for the Blightstormer. | ||
Bog-witch Blightstormer's dead. | ||
One less Blightstormer! | ||
Rat Ogre | ||
Stormfiend | ||
Spawn of Chaos | One less tentacled monstrosity! | |
Bile Troll | ||
Rasknitt | Oh, by the Eight Winds and the ninth from the arse! Rat-mage explosion! Best thing I've ever seen, not involving flames as high as Magnus's Tower! |
Interactions[ | ]
Character Interactions[ | ]
See also : Character Conversations
Trigger | Quote | Audio |
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Praising ally | See them fall, darlings! Brings a smile to my face! | |
Hah! Like a broken toy. | ||
(laughs) That one's dance is over! | ||
Dead, and not before time! | ||
Praising Markus | Angry about something, Markus? | |
Hah! Look at Markus massacring his way through the ranks! More, please! | ||
Praising Bardin | Wrathful as a raging fire, eh Bardin? | |
A fine show, master dwarf. Do it again! | ||
Praising Kerillian | Hey! Kerillian's outkilling us all at the moment! Step it up, darlings! | |
Look at Kerillian! She's a blur of dismembered limbs and blood fountains! | ||
Praising Victor | Watch Saltzpyre wreak havoc, darling. Damn, that zealot can fight! | |
Reviving Victor | Stay there, Witch Hunter! | |
Ally with low health (Markus) | Markus, I'm not impressed by scars. | |
Ally down (Bardin) | Stay with us, Dwarf! | |
Ally down (Kerillian) | Come on, Kerillian! | |
Dead ally (Bardin) | No! Bardin's gone! | |
Dead ally (Victor) | Saltzpyre's done for! | |
Friendly fire received (Bardin) | Bardin! Don't shoot me! | |
Can you please stop shooting me, Bardin. | ||
For the love of fire, watch your aim, Bardin! | ||
Am I a rat or a northlander in your eyes, dwarf? | ||
Bardin. Pretty sure you just shot me. | ||
Friendly fire received (Kerillian) | Check your aim, Elf! | |
Stop shooting me, Kerillian! | ||
Friendly fire received (Kruber) | Your aim stinks like a midden, Markus. | |
Markus? You shot me. | ||
Don't do that again, Markus. | ||
Markus! Are you shooting me? | ||
Not a necromancer, Markus! Not a necromancer! | ||
Friendly fire received (Saltzspyre) | I'll see you for that, Saltzpyre! | |
Save it for later, Saltzpyre! | ||
Not me, not now, Saltzpyre! | ||
Ally jumps repeatedly | You look ridiculous. Stop jumping around! |
Enemy Interactions[ | ]
Enemy | Trigger | Quote | Audio |
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Horde | Spawning | They come like the tide! | |
No quarter! Let none survive unsinged! | |||
Fire and ash! We'll burn them all! | |||
Burn. Burn! BURN! | |||
Arise! Flames! Burn them all! | |||
Time for fire, they're coming! | |||
Kindling everywhere! Time to burn! | |||
A horde of them! | |||
Ambush! | |||
By the Eight Winds! So many! | |||
Clanrat | |||
Sackrat | |||
Plague Monk | In vicinity | Plague monks, get ready! | |
Plague monks! Incoming! | |||
Plague Monks! | |||
Plague Monk pack! Burn! | |||
Pestilent Zealots! | |||
Savage | In vicinity | Savage! | |
Wild northlanders! | |||
Rotblood savage! | |||
Northland Savage! | |||
Stormvermin | Tagging | I'll burn that blackrat. | |
Blackrat. Who wants first go at him? | |||
There, a stormvermin. | |||
Blackrats over here! | |||
Blackrat! | |||
Blackrat, I'll char its tail off! | |||
A warrior-rat! | |||
Blackrat! It will burn! | |||
There - Blackrat! | |||
Stormvermin! | |||
I see a Stormvermin. | |||
Stormvermin ahead. He'll burn. | |||
Chaos Warrior | In vicinity | Hope you want to fight. We have a Chaos Warrior! | |
A Chaos Warrior! To me, Aqshy's flames! | |||
That's a Chaos Warrior! A hardier proposition than most. | |||
Chaos Warrior sighted! | |||
Rot-helm! Drive him back! | |||
By the Eight Winds! Chaos Warrior! | |||
Ha! I'll melt that armour, you'll see! | |||
Volans! A Chaos Warrior! | |||
Chaos Warrior! He'll blaze like a torch! | |||
Chaos Warrior! | |||
Don't let up! We've a Chaos Warrior to kill! | |||
A Chaos Warrior! He'll burn like the rest! | |||
Ratling Gunner | In vicinity | It's the ratling gunner! Move! Move! | |
Move! It's a Ratling! | |||
Skaven gunner! | |||
Ratling! | |||
Ratling Gun! | |||
Gun ratty! | |||
Firing | Get out of the way! GUN! | ||
Ratling's firing! Move! | |||
Get out of its firing line. | |||
Gutter Runner | In vicinity | Assassin! | |
Sneaker in the shadows! | |||
Back-stabber! | |||
Over there, Back-stabber! | |||
Hungry for my fires, assassin? | |||
That's a stab-rat! | |||
Look out, assassin! | |||
Assassin-rat! | |||
Being pinned | Get off me! | ||
Poison Wind Globadier | In vicinity | Wyrdstone apparatus! | |
See that? Globadier! | |||
Gas-rat! | |||
Gas-rat! Do you not see it? | |||
That's a gas-rat! | |||
Poison-rat! | |||
Throwing gas | Gas-rats! Throwing! | ||
Globadiers, throwing! | |||
Look out, gas! | |||
Incoming! | |||
Gas-rats, throwing! | |||
About to commit suicide | It's going to blow! Out of the way! | ||
Fire and brimstone! That gas-rat's going to explode! | |||
Run! That thing's gonna blow! | |||
Warpfire Thrower | In vicinity | Foolish ratty! Playing with fire! | |
Really ratty? You challenge a Maven of the Flame? | |||
That's no ordinary flame! Look out! | |||
Not bad, but my flame will match it! | |||
That's a Warpfire Thrower! Move! Move! Move! | |||
Fire-rat! | |||
A Warpfire Thrower. We need to kill it! | |||
That's a fire-rat! Someone kill it! | |||
Warpfire Thrower, incoming! | |||
To me, Winds of Magic. We'll show that fire-rat how it's done! | |||
Packmaster | In vicinity | Hookrat! Do you see it? | |
There! A strangler! | |||
I'll set that hook rat ablaze! | |||
Hook-rat! Over there! | |||
Strangler! Over there! Kill it! | |||
There's a hook-rat coming for us. | |||
Lifeleecher | In vicinity | Lifeleech prowling! | |
Blightstormer | In vicinity | Silence that Blightstormer so we can breathe again! | |
Hack that Blightstormer down before his wind kills us all! | |||
Wind-witch! There! | |||
Your winds are never a match for my fire, Blightstormer! | |||
Ashes and dust! A Blightstormer! | |||
Storm Sorcerer! | |||
Tarnus! A Blightstormer! | |||
The wizard has a present for you, Blightstormer! | |||
Blightstormer! I'll boil the flesh off his rotten bones! | |||
That's a Storm Sorcerer! Cut him to little pieces! | |||
Casting a storm | The wind will die with its master! | ||
Rat Ogre | Spawning | Rat-beast! Looks angry, darlings! | |
Fighting | Look out, Ogre! | ||
Rat Ogre! Rat Ogre! | |||
Monster! | |||
Stormfiend | |||
Spawn of Chaos | |||
Bile Troll | Spawning | A Troll? Time to burn! | |
Fighting | Troll! | ||
Falling | Now! Hit the Troll! | ||
Vomiting | Beastie's going to vomit. | ||
Troll's about to puke! |
Item Interactions[ | ]
Item | Action | Quote | Audio |
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Ammunition | Tagging | Ammunition, here. | |
Arrows, black powder, it's all here. | |||
Found ammunition for you lot. | |||
Look, ammunition. | |||
Found some ammunition. | |||
Ammunition. Not that I needed it. | |||
Take what ammunition you can. | |||
Look there! Ammunition! | |||
Ammunition trove - if you're in need. | |||
Ammunition's no good for me. Any takers? | |||
Ammunition here! | |||
Ammunition, darlings. Help yourselves. | |||
Ammunition! Time to stock up. | |||
Oh, look! Ammunition. | |||
Bomb | Tagging | Bomb! | |
I found a bomb! | |||
Bomb here! | |||
There's a bomb here! | |||
Found another bomb! | |||
I find I quite like bombs! | |||
A lovely little bomb, and it's all ours! | |||
Oh, what a charming little bomb! | |||
We should put that bomb to use. | |||
That's a bomb. Who wants it? | |||
Ah! A bomb! | |||
No such thing as an unwelcome bomb. | |||
Bomb, anyone? | |||
There's a bomb. | |||
See that bomb? | |||
Looks like a bomb. | |||
Bomb, how nice! | |||
Here's a bomb! | |||
Using | Throwing bomb! Haa! | ||
How about this, skaven? | |||
Eat my bomb, rat swine! | |||
Chucking bomb! Enjoy! | |||
Bomb's away! | |||
Bomb! | |||
Try a taste of black powder! | |||
Bomb's away! (2) | |||
Here, try this! | |||
Potion | Tagging | Found a potion! | |
Potion! | |||
A potion! | |||
Potion here! | |||
Ha! Potion! | |||
Not one for potions myself, but... | |||
Sneaky potion, hiding away like that! | |||
I'm staring straight at a potion! | |||
Vial of surprises right there! | |||
What a pleasing vial! | |||
That's a potion! | |||
Grab that potion! | |||
Hello, little potion. Would you like to be friends? | |||
Apothecary's brew! | |||
Potion, who wants it? | |||
Potion, over here! | |||
Using | Down the hatch! | ||
Potion drunk! | |||
Bottoms up! | |||
Potion going down! | |||
Ah, that's the drop! | |||
To our survival! | |||
What a taste! | |||
Hold on. I'm drinking. | |||
Lovely little potion. Let's make the most of it. | |||
Gulping down a potion! | |||
Drinking! | |||
Down it goes! | |||
What an odd taste! | |||
Down in one! | |||
Medical Supplies | Tagging | Shallya's gifts here! | |
Medical supplies! | |||
Ha, medical supplies! | |||
Healing... stuff! | |||
Look, blessings of Shallya! | |||
Shallya's feeling generous! | |||
The healer's loss is our gain. | |||
Delightful! A healer's satchel! | |||
Bindings! We could use those. | |||
Wraps and tinctures! | |||
Healer's kit! | |||
Aid for the ailed! | |||
Anyone need a little medicine? | |||
Who needs patching up? | |||
Medicine and bindings! | |||
Healer's pouch! Someone grab it! | |||
Using | Just one moment. | ||
I need to medicate. | |||
Shallya, bless these weary bones. | |||
I must heal! | |||
Time to heal. | |||
Let me heal! | |||
Ugh! Why does everything hurt? | |||
Let me tend these wounds. | |||
An immolated foe for every scratch, I swear! | |||
Argh! Can't a woman bind her wounds in peace? | |||
Just a little aid, and I'll be fit to dance again. | |||
See? A bit of liniment, and I'm good as new. | |||
Ha, that's better. Thought I was done for. | |||
Darlings? Give an old woman a moment. | |||
Ow! That one was deeper than I thought. |