General | Quotes |
Career Skills[ | ]
(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 |
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Trueshot Volley | Seek! | |
Fly true! | ||
For Loren! | ||
For Kurnous! | ||
For Lileath! | ||
Truth hurts. | ||
Take their eyes! | ||
You cannot hide. | ||
Strike them down! | ||
There is no escape! | ||
Kurnous, hunt them down! | ||
Dash | Isha! | |
Radiance! | ||
Lumberfoots! | ||
By the Weave! | ||
Star and shadow! | ||
Rapture! | ||
The eternal dance! | ||
As fleeting shadow! | ||
Make way! | ||
With the Winds! | ||
(laugh) | ||
Infiltrate | The shadows hide me. | |
Shadewalk. | ||
I walk beyond the light. | ||
In darkness. | ||
Dusk and shadow. | ||
Into gloom. | ||
Sundown. | ||
Pale Queen, shield me from sight. | ||
For Clar Karond! | ||
For the exiled kin! | ||
I walk in endless silence. | ||
Thornwake | The Morai-Heg claims you! | |
Worship your Mistress of Thorns! | ||
Malice and mercy! | ||
Let the Weave be avenged! | ||
By Lileath and Atharti! | ||
By Hekarti and Isha! | ||
Ancients! Lend me your might! | ||
Arise thorns! | ||
Let the forest feast! | ||
Bleed for me! |
Chatter[ | ]
Trigger | Quote | Audio |
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Ambient during level | Blessed Isha, there's corruption on the breeze. Has the world slid so far? | |
Mine is a tale of heroism, mayflies. You merely share it. | ||
Rats and Scunners. This Empire is rotten to its very heart. Some things don't deserve rescue. | ||
If only I could return home, I care nothing for this place. | ||
The Rotbloods' patron is vile, but he is not the worst of the four brothers. | ||
They say the gods ignore our struggles. How I wish it were truly so. | ||
The gods are returning. We should not be found wanting. | ||
Dark times breed strange alliances... | ||
The Weave rebels | ||
Come, wretches! An Asrai is never cornered! | ||
Killing | Another kill. You see, mayflies? That's how it's done. | |
I think he's dead, lumberfoots. | ||
Not progressing | Can we get moving? Before the Skaven die of old age. | |
Are we waiting for someone else, mayflies? | ||
Must you hesitate at every turn? | ||
Fighting multiple enemies | Kill faster, mayfly! | |
Come on, tainted ones! I'm getting bored! | ||
We'll slay them all! | ||
Take your time killing it, why don't you? | ||
Being greatly outnumbered | There are so many of them... | |
Being hit | Help me! Are you blind? | |
That hurt! The insolence! | ||
I'm fading! Gods preserve me... | ||
Orgh. Lucky swing. | ||
Aoof. Just a scratch. | ||
Pain? I'll give you pain. | ||
Think that'll stop me? | ||
Gods! I can't keep going... | ||
So many. Even I cannot... ah!... prevail. | ||
Low HP | The Pale Queen.. she calls me | |
If I die, return me to the soil. | ||
I am lost... Lost beyond words... | ||
Come! Finish me if you dare! | ||
Fading... Gods... | ||
Darkness... pressing... in... | ||
The Weave calls me back... | ||
Down | Save me from the Pale Queen! Save me! | |
No, of course I don't need help. Idiots. | ||
No, not the Pale Queen... | ||
How dare you strike me down! | ||
Out of ammo | An empty quiver serves no one. | |
I need ammunition! | ||
Alone | Great. Alone again. Typical. | |
Mayfly brains. They've wandered off again. | ||
They have no idea what teamwork entails. | ||
Not fighting for a long time | Surely we've not killed them all? Seems a little... anticlimactic. | |
What was that? | ||
A silent spell is welcome reprieve, but our battle's not yet done. | ||
Ah, looks almost peaceful, doesn't it? Enjoy it while you can, mayflies. | ||
These quiet moments bore me. Bring on the foe. | ||
They're still near. I hear them breathing. | ||
Being the last survivor | The lumberfoots have fallen. I'm so surprised. | |
Mayflies always fade, but I'll miss them all the same. |
Call-Outs[ | ]
Trigger | Quote | Audio |
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Tagging Ammunition | Ammunition | |
Here! Ammunition! | ||
Fresh arrows are always welcome. | ||
Crude shot, but crude shot is better than none. | ||
I'm glad Araloth ain't here to see me use these worthless arrows. | ||
Help yourself to ammunition! | ||
Take whatever ammunition you can carry! | ||
They call these arrows? Hah! They'll have to do. | ||
Tagging Potions | Potion, if you're so inclined. | |
Potion, here! | ||
Healing draught, over here! | ||
Lumberfoot healing draught! | ||
Tagging Medical Supplies | Bandages, or the filthy human equivalent. | |
Healer's tools! | ||
Medical supplies, here! | ||
Bandages! Filthy, of course. | ||
Dirty Mayflies, who'd use such rags on the wounded? | ||
Filthy bandages. Can we do no better? | ||
I'd rather some nokra-leaf, but this will do. | ||
Medical supplies! | ||
Tagging Explosives | Bomb here! | |
Bomb! | ||
If you use that bomb, mind where you throw it! | ||
Yet another bomb! | ||
We can use that bomb. | ||
Filthy bomb, but useful. | ||
Hello little bomb. We could do great things together. | ||
I loathe bombs. But I loathe the enemy more. | ||
What a reek that bomb has. | ||
Filthy bomb. | ||
Are we reduced to bombs now? | ||
Disgusting little bomb. | ||
Blackfire bomb here! | ||
Blackfire. Take whatever you need. | ||
Has Goreksson's brain come loose or is that a bomb? | ||
That bomb stinks of ash and tears. | ||
I loathe bombs. But I loathe losing more. | ||
There's a bomb here. | ||
A bomb, for those who need it. |
Mission-Specific[ | ]
Mission | Trigger | Quote | Audio |
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Righteous Stand | Mission start (Bardin interaction) | I understand we are approaching the city gate. What could go wrong with that? | |
Mission start | Let's get this over with. | ||
In the barracks | If you see anything of value, take it. | ||
Reaching the closed gate | We cannot pass through. | ||
Reaching Heldenhammer Terrace | They know we're here. I don't want to die on this ridge. | ||
Convocation of Decay | Reaching the bridge to the Ritual Site | A chant in the Dark Tongue. My fears were correct... | |
Ritual Sorcerer dying | Look at them fall! A fate well-deserved! | ||
Hunger in the Dark | Mission start | If Lohner wants this done, why's he sat on his fat arse while we're out here in the cold? | |
Is this really necessary? Only fun so far is seeing you mayflies shiver in cold.
(Rarely) Bardin replys to Kerillian about her insults: Bardin: Are you still complaining about the weather? Kerillian: Well, the world has enough horrors. Let's stop more from being creating down below. |
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Climbing down the ladder | If you do fall, try to land on your heads. | ||
Seeing a track | Where to now? We could always follow the rails. | ||
Seeing a cart | Should we take that cart along? | ||
Entering the Troll Den | So this is our troll-warper's lair. It could use a good scrubbing. | ||
Final charges blowing up | (laugh) Not so threatening now, are they? | ||
Halescourge | Halescourge fight start | Fine words do not make the man, scunner. Even less so delivered like that. | |
Athel Yenlui | |||
The Screaming Bell | |||
Fort Brachsenbrücke | |||
Into the Nest | Light lever at the start | If this device still functions, we can expect others to do so too. | |
Against the Grain | Mission start | What's a few mayflies worth anyway? We're wasting time here, lumberfoots. | |
Running around after mayflies foolish enough to get caught? What has my life come to? | |||
This is a waste of time. If the scunners have come through here, we'll find no survivors. | |||
Mark my words. We'll find only corpses on these farms, mayflies. | |||
Remember not to kill the survivors by mistake. That manner of thing upsets folk. | |||
I give fair warning: if any of the survivors swing for me, they'll regret it. | |||
Normally I despise playing mayfly hero, but today... | |||
No more cages to break, and no more captives to save. Time we were gone. | |||
Empire in Flames | Streets around the first tome | The streets are full of rubble, but it's too late to go back. Better press on. | |
Dankmar Platz | Behold, the world the scunners will leave us, if they remain unchecked. | ||
Marketplace | This area is less ravaged. Any theories, mayflies? | ||
End of mission | One town avenged, and a scunner horde humiliated. A good day. | ||
After the manor blows up | More of them! Make for the gate! | ||
Festering Ground | Start of cleansing Nurgle infections | Oh that's one foul abhorrence, I give it that. | |
The War Camp | Mission start | With a score of my kin at my side, that champion would already be dead. With you lot? A bit more effort. | |
The War Camp | Bödvarr dying | That was their champion? (laughs) | |
Like a rat. He talks brave, but hides behind minions. | |||
The Skittergate | Riding the first lift | Such devastation. Fit to challenge Hukon himself. | |
This may one day be the fate of the world. The Skaven will multiply, and we will fade. | |||
Seeing the Skittergate | That's the skittergate, mayflies. | ||
Reaching the Skittergate controls | Look for the lever. We need that gate open, and you know it. | ||
Turning on the Skittergate | It's alive. How fortunate... for Lohner. | ||
Exiting the Skittergate | Ugh... That was unsettling... like the thought of puff pastry. | ||
Seeing the Rotblood's camp | Avoid that endless scunner camp for now, lumberfoots. Use the back door. | ||
Reaching Nagvik | The Docks. That's where we find the entrance. Just as well. My waning patience won't tolerate anything else. | ||
In front of the War Camp | Push on. We have business inside, mayflies. Murder business. | ||
Gatekeeper fight start | Does he think he's the first scunner whose tedium we've had to endure? | ||
Defeating the Gatekeeper | Well, Olesya's delivered so far. To the gate controls, mayflies. | ||
Reaching the second lift with the keystaff | The keystaff goes in the panel, lumberfoots. | ||
Riding the lift to the warp regulators | The warp regulators, mayflies. They need vandalising... oh, just like Olesya needs Kruber! Haha! | ||
Reaching the warp regulators | Aye, these look fragile enough. A few good blows ought to destroy them. | ||
All regulators destroyed | Go! Through the skittergate! Keep up or be left for dead, lumberfoots! | ||
Exiting the Skittergate for the second time | Ugh. Even worse this time... I felt my soul seeping away. | ||
Attacking Rasknitt when on Deathrattler | Don't target the Seer! Aim for the Stormfiend! | ||
Remember the Seer's shield. He still has it, lumberfoots. | |||
He's hiding behind his magic! Focus on his mount! | |||
When Rasknitt is casting magic | The seer-rat won't like it if we hit him when he's casting, mayflies! Do it! | ||
If you want less dark magic coming your way, hit him hard as he casts! | |||
Killing Rasknitt | Oh by the Oak... Mayflies, I can't deny it... this was worth it. The look on his mangy face! | ||
The Blightreaper | Entering the sewers | As ever, the swiftest root to the heart is through the bowels... | |
Exiting the sewers | The next time Lohner sends us into a sewer, I've a mind to refuse. | ||
Before Bögenauer's steps | Drunk, blind and insensate. Just like all mayflies. We should let them rot. | ||
Entering the high temple | So where did the priest hide the sword? | ||
Seeing the dead priest | A faithful servant and an untimely end. Seek your reward, priest. | ||
Blood in the Darkness | Starting the mission | I have little hope for finding the captives, but we should free any we do find. | |
Freedom for the chained and death to their captors. A good day's work. | |||
I cannot abide cages, or slavers. This will be... rewarding. | |||
Seeing the ritual | Are we to allow this foul ritual to conclude? I don't think so. | ||
Such vileness. No one deserves to die such... apart from the ritual's master. Let's find him. | |||
Chaos Wastes | I never should have come here. What is friendship weighed against one's soul? | ||
(Citadel of Eternity) Lileath, I abase myself. Heed me, I beg you... | |||
Any mission | Advancing down | Down here, glaikit mayflies. | |
Down here! | |||
Down here, are you all blind? | |||
Entering dark place | There's danger in the dark. | ||
Climbing stairs | Stairs, mayflies. Stairs. | ||
Stairs, lumberfoots. | |||
Up these steps! | |||
Up the steps, mayflies. | |||
These stairs look right. | |||
Going through the right door | This is the door! | ||
This door, mayflies. | |||
This doorwar! Move! | |||
Going through the right way | Lumberfoots? Can you not see this is the path? | ||
Hurry, this way! | |||
It's this way! | |||
Follow me! | |||
Getting out of a boss arena | Steady, lumberfoots. We're not out of this yet. | ||
Going to the Bridge of Shadows | The portal awaits, mayflies. I wonder what mess Lohner has planned for us next? |
A Quiet Drink Event[ | ]
Quote | Audio |
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You may stink like rotting pigs, but I'll miss you all when you're dead! | |
A shared drink doesn't make us friends, mayflies. But keep them coming, and who knows...? | |
Dwarves are filthy brewers, but it just so happen I like a filthy brew! | |
I'm so tired. Won't somebody carry me? | |
I want to go home. It's not fair! | |
Now if I were a door - I'd be the best door, obviously - but where would I be? | |
Queen Kerillian the First demands more ale! | |
You hate me. You all hate me. You're jealous, that's what it is. | |
Like so many broken dolls. I had a doll once. I had to keep it tied up. Otherwise it stabbed all the other children. | |
So many bodies. So much death. More please! | |
They look so much smaller when they're dead, don't they? Like little dolls. Can we stuff one and keep it as a souvenir? | |
We don't need to run mayflies. The flames only want to give us a nice, warm hug. | |
Hands off that ale, lumberfoots. Age and beauty before... you lot. | |
My feet hurt. Can't we just go home? | |
Into the portal. It's time to go home. |
Eliminations[ | ]
Enemy Eliminations[ | ]
Enemy | Quote | Audio |
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Clanrat | The foe falls, and not before time. | |
Plague Monk | ||
Savage | ||
Stormvermin | Each new breed seems fouler than the last. | |
Chaos Warrior | The rot-helm breathes his last! | |
What a shame. The Chaos Warrior's had enough. | ||
The Chaos Warrior's dead! | ||
Dark Gods or not, the Chaos Warrior has fallen! | ||
Back to the soil, Chaos Warrior! | ||
One less scunner rot-helm! | ||
Ratling Gunner | The Ratling's breathed his last. | |
Ratling's our problem no more. | ||
Gutter Runner | Ha! A dead assassin, and not before time. | |
Go softly into your failure, assassin. | ||
Not so good at a fair fight, assassin? | ||
No more kills for you, assassin! | ||
Poison Wind Globadier | The gas-rat is dead. | |
Foul gas-rat. Death is too good for you. | ||
Warpfire Thrower | No more fires! | |
I think we broke the Warpfire Thrower. | ||
See, mayflies? That Warpcaster wasn't so bad. | ||
I'm a child of Athel Loren! I'm not bested by warped contraptions! | ||
Is that all? I was hoping for an explosion. Maybe next time. | ||
Packmaster | A dead Packmaster is a sight for song! | |
No sorrow for a dead Packmaster. | ||
Packmaster's dead. | ||
Lifeleecher | We got the Leech, mayflies. | |
Scunner leech down! | ||
Hah! One less leech! | ||
Blightstormer | The Blightstormer's dead. | |
One last gasp from the Sorcerer! | ||
The winds die with their master! | ||
The Blightstormer's finished! | ||
Rat Ogre | ||
Stormfiend | Killing rats never loses its entertainment. Even with the large ones! | |
Someone save a bit for the dwarf. We all know he'll eat anything. | ||
Spawn of Chaos | ||
Bile Troll |
Interactions[ | ]
Character Interactions[ | ]
See also : Character Conversations
Hero | Hero | Quote | Audio | |
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Healed by Ally | Generic | You're kinder than you seem. | ||
My thanks, mayfly. | ||||
Kruber | Watch your hands, Kruber! | |||
If you must Kruber, but be quick about it. | ||||
Ally healing with high health | Saltzpyre | Oh we'd be doomed I tell ye. Doomed! | ||
Ally ranged kill | Generic | Luck is nothing to be proud of. | ||
Crude shot, but a crude shot's better than none. | ||||
Admit it, you hit him by mistake. | ||||
He walked right into it! No cause to celebrate | ||||
Almost precise enough for an elf. A drunk, blind elf. | ||||
A good strike! But can you repeat it? | ||||
Not bad, mayfly. I thought you'd miss. | ||||
So you can hit a slow, lumbering target, after all. | ||||
That was a fine shot. | ||||
Praising | Generic | Keep this up, and I might not find you contemptible! | ||
The mayfly knows how to strike! | ||||
Dead, and good riddance. Nice work, mayfly. | ||||
Look at that. You actually hit something. | ||||
All that flailing. But you can't argue with results. | ||||
I'll admit it. I'm impressed. | ||||
Kruber | Kruber, your lack of finesse makes your rampage somewhat more... endearing | |||
Kruber | [laughs] Kruber, it's not pretty, but you get the job done! | |||
Bardin | The dwarf seems agitated. | |||
Victor | Calm yourself down, One-Eye. Lest you strain something. | |||
Well, One-Eye's gone mad, in case anyone missed it. | ||||
Sienna | YES. More fire! More flames! | |||
Let Addaioth lend you flame, wizard! | ||||
Careful your fury doesn't make you sloppy, Sienna | ||||
Receiving Friendly Fire | Bardin | Have you rocks in your eyes, Bardin? | ||
Do that again dwarf, and I'll skewer you. | ||||
Goreksson! Shoot them. THEM. | ||||
Do you want war, Dwarf? Keep shooting me, and you'll start one. | ||||
Dwarf, you aim like a goblin! | ||||
Kruber | Stop shooting me, Kruber! Lumberfoot with a lumber-aim! | |||
Kruber? Shoot them. THEM. | ||||
You keep hitting me, Kruber! You don't want that. | ||||
Mind your aim, Kruber! | ||||
Kruber! You just hit me! | ||||
Victor | Can you not contain yourself, One-eye? Stop shooting me! | |||
If you cannot shoot straight, One-eye, don't bother! | ||||
You do know you're shooting me, One-eye? | ||||
Open the good eye, One-eye! | ||||
One-eye! Would you kindly refrain from shooting me! | ||||
Sienna | Really, wizard? You think setting me on fire is a good idea? | |||
Wizard? Why is my skin scorched? | ||||
Why am I on fire? | ||||
Why am I on fire? Sienna? | ||||
Aim that flame elsewhere, wizard! | ||||
Stop burning me! | ||||
Sienna, stop roasting me! | ||||
Ally dying | Generic | Another mayfly gone. | ||
Kruber | No more Kruber. It's just how it is. | |||
(choked up) For Kruber's sake, I do hope that Sigmar is real. | ||||
Victor | One-Eye is no more. | |||
One-Eye is dead. He'll find no solace. | ||||
Sienna | Don't let her sacrifice be in vain. | |||
I will miss your warmth, Sienna. | ||||
Bardin | Go proudly, dwarf. | |||
Don't tell ANYONE, but I might just miss the dwarf. | ||||
We are SHORT a dwarf. | ||||
Typical dwarf, no staying power. | ||||
Ally with low HP | Kruber | You've looked better, Kruber. | ||
You're sorely wounded, Kruber. | ||||
Bardin | Our dwarf's in a bad way. | |||
Time to heal, Dwarf. Or not. | ||||
Heal Dwarf, or you'll soon be dead. | ||||
Ally hitting armor | Bardin | Can you manage precision, Goreksson? The head! | ||
Ally being hit | Bardin | Parry, dwarf! How hard can it be? | ||
Ally missing bomb | Bardin | Missed? Really? I suppose you're going to blame your short arms? | ||
Kruber | You missed! Do you earn much money as a professional soldier? | |||
Missing a bomb | Bardin | Quiet, dwarf. | ||
Kruber | Filthy thing. I never want to touch one again. | |||
Reviving Ally | Bardin | So you can get closer to the ground, dwarf. | ||
Try to stop falling down, Bardin. | ||||
I don't help you lightly, dwarf. | ||||
Behind every dwarf, an elf propping them up. | ||||
Saltzpyre | Up, One-Eye. Think of all those heretics left to burn. | |||
That's another one you owe me, One-Eye. | ||||
No, you're not dead. More's the pity. | ||||
Kruber | Shall we face them together, Kruber? | |||
Rouse yourself, Kruber. | ||||
You've fought through worse, Kruber. | ||||
Kruber! Can you stand? | ||||
You'll fight another battle yet, Kruber. | ||||
Rise up, Kruber. One last effort. | ||||
Sienna | If only you were as unstoppable as your flames. | |||
Healing Ally | Kruber | This wound? This wound is nothing. | ||
I'm getting tired of patching you up, Kruber. One day I won't. | ||||
Hush your yelping, Kruber. | ||||
It's not that bad, mayfly. | ||||
Bardin | Stop complaining, dwarf. | |||
You're tough dwarf, I'll give you that. | ||||
This isn't a delight for me either, and you know it. | ||||
Victor | You owe me, One-Eye! | |||
Ally jumps repeatedly | Generic | Must I put an arrow through your leg? You look ridiculous. |
Enemy Interactions[ | ]
Enemy | Trigger | Quote | Audio |
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Horde | Horde spawn | Ha, it's to be numbers against skill again. | |
Numbers seldom best skills. Let's prove it. | |||
Think you can match an Asrai with sheer numbers? Hah! The arrogance. | |||
You think that's a lot? Hah! Lumberfoots. This is nothing! | |||
Come, skunner! An Asrai never cornered. | |||
Come, wastelings! You'll find me ready! | |||
We have more incoming. Pray if you must, but fight. | |||
We are watched. Do you not feel the eyes upon you? | |||
Welcome to your doom. | |||
Stand firm, mayflies. They're only rats. | |||
More to kill! | |||
They're crafty, but it'll do them no good. | |||
Hold fast. They may be repulsive, but they die easily enough. | |||
They're swarming! Be ready! | |||
Never have I seen such a display... | |||
Clanrat | |||
Plague Monk | In vicinity | Have a care! We've Plague Monks to deal with! | |
Plague Rats! | |||
Plague Monks! The worst of their kind! | |||
Lileath, more Plague vermin! | |||
Plague Vermin! Get ready! | |||
Watch out. Plague monks! | |||
Fanatics! Plague monks! | |||
Can you not smell that, mayflies? Festering ratmen ahead. | |||
Savage | In vicinity | That Frother's getting closer! | |
Stormvermin | Tagging | Another blackfur? These vermin never learn. | |
Face me, blackrat! | |||
A blackrat - a challenge at last! | |||
I do not fear a Stormvermin. | |||
Let the blackrat come. I've an arrow for him. | |||
Their black fur doesn't scare me. | |||
Blackrat? Your hour's come. | |||
A blackrat approaches! | |||
Another Stormvermin? It'll die like the rest. | |||
That stench! Stormvermin! | |||
Another of these black-furs comes to challenge me? | |||
Come blackrat, taste steel! | |||
Stormvermin Patrol | In vicinity | They march like warriors... but they're still vermin. | |
Blackrats! Are you ready for this, lumberfoots? | |||
A blackrat patrol! | |||
These blackrats fight as strong as they smell. | |||
Beware blackrats! | |||
Chaos Warrior | In vicinity | Are you deaf? There's a Chaos Warrior near... | |
Be ready. Chaos Warrior's near. | |||
A Rot helm. He's as clumsy as you, mayflies. | |||
A Chaos Warrior. Just what we needed. | |||
Over there, lumberfoots! A Chaos Warrior! | |||
That heavy tread, arrogance in every step. It's a Chaos Warrior. | |||
Have a care! That's a Chaos Warrior! | |||
That rot-helm'll might test us, mayflies. | |||
Come, scunner! My disdain alone will fell you! | |||
A rot-helm! He's clumsier than you, mayflies! | |||
Ugh. Chaos Warrior! | |||
Look at that armoured brute! More plate than sense! | |||
Rot-helm! Kill it good! | |||
Rot-helm! Shoot it! | |||
That clanking brute can't fool my ears... | |||
Chaos Warrior, out to get you, mayflies. | |||
There's a Chaos Warrior near. | |||
A scunner warrior comes for us. Stand ready! | |||
Ratling Gunner | In vicinity | Get your head down! | |
A Ratling! Stay out of its sights! | |||
Skaven gunner. Try not to get shot, mayflies. | |||
Rat-gunners! Someone draw their fire. | |||
Warpstone shot coming in! | |||
There's a Ratling somewhere close. | |||
About to fire | It's preparing to fire! | ||
Firing | Get your head down! | ||
Gutter Runner | In vicinity | A Gutter Runner is near. | |
I hear a backstabber. They still haven't learned. | |||
Not as sneaky as you believe, runner. | |||
You cannot hide your stench, I'll find you. | |||
There are assassin eyes in the dark. | |||
Eyes that gleam in the dark... Assassin! | |||
Hiding in the shadows, Assassin? | |||
Gutter Runner! | |||
There! Gutter Runner! | |||
A Gutter Runner. Are you ready, mayflies? | |||
A Gutter Runner treads close. | |||
The Skaven's faster than it looks! | |||
Tagging | No stomach for a fair fight, assassin? | ||
Look out, assassin! | |||
Being pinned | Mayflies! Kill the assassin! Now! | ||
Poison Wind Globadier | In vicinity | I spy a Globadier. | |
A Globadier! Hold your breath and shield your eyes! | |||
Globadier! Bring it down! | |||
I hear a gas-rat. | |||
That's a Globadier! | |||
The stink of it. There's a Skryre-rat close. | |||
I sense a globadier. | |||
That wind blows straight from the false moon. | |||
That smell... like festering flesh... | |||
Gas-rat! | |||
Can you not sense it? Like dung-coated fingers dragging through the breeze. | |||
Gas-rat. Somewhere close. | |||
The rasp of a gas-rat. | |||
A gas-rat approaches. | |||
Gas being thrown | Watch out! Gas! | ||
Goddess! That's a gas globe! | |||
Look out! | |||
Ach! Such vileness! | |||
About to commit suicide | Kallach! Get out of its path! | ||
Move, lumberfoot! It's going to explode! | |||
Goddess! It means to kill us as it dies! | |||
Warpfire Thrower | In vicinity | Warpfire! | |
Flame-rat! | |||
Tainted flame on that wind... Warpfire. | |||
Look out, fire rat. | |||
The unmistakable aroma of ratman artifice, and flame as well. | |||
We've a fire-rat to deal with, mayflies! | |||
Ratmen! Always compensating with machinery. | |||
Flame-beast! Want to get cooked? | |||
Fire-rat. Ugh. | |||
Packmaster | In vicinity | Hookrat! Don't let it snare you. | |
Hookrat! Don't let it hook you. | |||
Hookrat! Bring it down! Don't let it touch me! | |||
Kill that Packmaster! I'm not suffering in cage. | |||
Thousand deaths is not enough for that Packmaster! | |||
Strangler! Bring it down! Don't let it touch me! | |||
A strangler comes. We should kill it swiftly. | |||
Hook-rat! Kill it! | |||
Don't let it hook you! | |||
Stay clear of its hook! | |||
A thousand deaths are not enough for this hook-rat. | |||
These hook-rats love their toys. | |||
My bow reaches where your hook cannot, strangler. | |||
Lifeleecher | In vicinity | Look out! Leech incoming! | |
Lifeleech! | |||
I hear a leech on the prowl. | |||
Lifeleech lurking, mayflies. | |||
Now, that's a Scunner Leech. | |||
Listen, leech. | |||
Leech. | |||
Blightstormer | In vicinity | Blightstormer, and he's close. | |
That's a thread of a blightstormer, mayflies. We'll see his father face soon enough. | |||
Blightstormer! I warned you! | |||
Well isn't that a delight. A Blightstormer, just for us and waiting nearby. | |||
Blightstormer! Watch the winds! | |||
Blightstormer! Bring him down before he casts! | |||
Casting a storm | That sorcerer, he's warping the winds! | ||
Lumberfoots, kindly kill that Sorcerer before he drowns us in filth. | |||
Sometimes I do wonder how you're still alive, mayflies. Kill the Sorcerer, kill the storm! | |||
No, not the storm! Kill its master! | |||
See yon Sorcerer? Kill him, and the vortex is done. | |||
The Weave is screaming! Kill that Blightstormer! |
Monster Interactions[ | ]
Boss | Trigger | Quote | Audio | ||
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Bile Troll | Bile Troll in vicinity | Ah, it's only a Troll, lumberfoots. It could be worse. | |||
It's a Troll. No need to panic. That comes when it hits you. | |||||
Vomiting | Revolting beast. Vomit somewhere else. | ||||
Lileath! That thing's about to vomit! | |||||
That's not a belch it's readying! | |||||
That Troll's going to vomit! | |||||
Rat Ogre | Rat Ogre in vicinity | Rat. Ogre. Rat ogre! | |||
Rat ogre! Stand together! | |||||
Fighting it | Cease your roaring, ogre! | ||||
I want the beast's eyes. For Drakira! | |||||
Chaos Spawn | Grabbing Kruber | The Spawn's consuming Kruber. The weave contorts in anguish. | |||
Stormfiend | Spawning | Move quickly, lumberfoots, unless you like burning to ash! | |||
That's either a Stormfiend or a whole horde of... Nope, Stormfiend! |
Item Interactions[ | ]
Item | Quote | Audio |
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Ammo | You call these arrows? They'll have to do.. | |
Fresh arrows are always welcome. | ||
Bomb | Look out! Bomb! | |
Blackfire on its way! | ||
Bomb out! | ||
Stand away! Blackfire! | ||
Stand clear! Blackfire! | ||
Potion | You cannot stop a daughter of Loren! | |
Healing Draught | Ugh! Time for the potion. | |
Let this potion work... | ||
Who brewed this muck? | ||
Ugh! It tastes vile! | ||
It tastes vile! | ||
A vile brew make no mistake. | ||
The taste is worse than the smell. | ||
Time for a potion. | ||
Revolting, but it could be worse. | ||
Medical Supplies | Ugh! These bandages are filthy! | |
Who would use such rags on the wounded. | ||
Is it too much to ask for a moment to respite? | ||
Go! I'm right behind you! | ||
I need to heal! Show some patience! | ||
Yes. Have a good look.I'm sure you've nothing better to do. | ||
I need a moment. | ||
I needed that. |