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= Level-Based = == Keep Conversations == The distinction between "backstory" and "future" conversations come from the filenames of the audio files. === Backstory Conversations === {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Bardin, about that shield-work of yours. | |- |B: Didn't we discuss that already? | |- |M: Well, I remember back at Axe Bite Pass, old [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Kazador Kazador] was there, and so were his Ironbreakers... | |- |B: Gah! What do you want from me, Azumgi? Yes, I used to be a Zulumbaki, years back. | |- |M: I knew it! Why'd you give it up? | |- |B: It's... complicated, Azumgi. I don't like speaking of it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: With the comet's return, elf, you'll finally witness the might of Sigmar! | |- |K: Oh really? I'll be the one standing over here, holding my breath. Giddy with excitement. | |- |V: One day you'll pay for your insolence! | |- |K: I already am, One-Eye. Didn't you know? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Surely you at least rejoice in the twin-tailed comet's return, Kruber? | |- |M: Yeah, I'm sure it'll make all the difference. | |- |V: I don't believe it. You're as bad as the others. | |- |M: Am I? How many times has the comet showed up over the years? How many times have things actually gotten better? | |- |V: You will see. You will see. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Never hear you speak much about your first tutor, Zharrinn. | |- |S: Old Rambler, you mean? He didn't teach me much. Wanted a shadow-apprentice, but I had talent only for the blaze. | |- |B: Oho? What happened to him? | |- |S: Don't know, don't care. He learnt a valuable lesson about hitting young girls with the butt of his staff. I'm fond of that memory. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Still no luck finding that Karak Zoom of yours? | |- |B: It's 'Karak Zorn', and no. This kind of search takes a lifetime. Even without raki and kazaki'dum in the way. | |- |M: And when you've found it? What then? | |- |B: One thing at a time, Azumgi. One thing at a time. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: One of my tutors told me much about Elven mages. | |- |K: There is little to tell. They are secretive and arrogant. Much like myself. | |- |S: Still, I've always wanted to test myself against one. | |- |K: Test? There would be no 'test'. They'd simply swat you like a bug, albeit one that burned brightly. Stay within your realm, Sienna. | |- |} Only when Markus has the Huntsman career: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: I do approve of your new direction, Kruber. You follow your heart and aspire to bond with nature, to the best of your ability. | |- |M: There was an insult there, but it was sort of... embedded. | |- |K: Then let's return to my 'favourite topic'. Why do you still submit to One-eye? It's so unbecoming. | |- |M: Oh, no, no. Not this again. We have explained to you exactly what a Witch Hunter of the Order is. You didn't listen? | |- |K: I guess I didn't. Mayfly talk can be so terribly dull. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Heard something strange last night. | |- |B: That bottle of brandy probably didn't help. | |- |M: No, I'm serious. I heard singing. Beautiful, it was. But wistful and... sad. | |- |B: Don't tell me the keep's haunted. | |- |M: Maybe, but this wasn't no ghost. It was our elf. | |- |B: Kerillian? Never heard her sing. She saves her voice for insults. | |- |M: It was definitely her. | |- |B: I believe you manling. Just as I believe it'd probably be unwise to confront her about it. | |- |M: And here I thought she'd be all sunshine and beaming just like she always is. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Got to admit, you use that shield well, Bardin. Not what I expect in a ranger. | |- |B: A dawi can't call himself a warrior unless he can use a shield, Azumgi. | |- |M: I knew, but this is more than that. You and it belong together. | |- |B: Well, I've had a few years of experience over you and that scraggly beard of yours. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Not tempted to go back home when this is done, Zharrinn? | |- |S: Home? That's wherever I tread. I haven't set foot in [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Estalia Estalia] since I was a girl. | |- |B: Bad memories, is it? | |- |S: A few. If you think Saltzpyre's bad, you should hear the god-botherers of [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Magritta Magritta]. | |- |B: A pious lot, I'm guessing? | |- |S: Sanctimonious, more like. I'm done with them. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I've not heard you speak much of your lost Hold lately. | |- |B: Aye, well... More important things to do, aren't there? | |- |V: We're grateful for your help, Goreksson. | |- |B: Oh, it takes more than raki and kazaki'dum to get rid of me. | |- |K: Don't remind us, dwarf... or give me ideas. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Sir, I've never asked, whereabouts are you from? | |- |V: I was born in an insignificant hovel outside Senden. | |- |M: Oh, a [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Middenland Middenlander]? Explains your foul temper. | |- |V: I'm sure I misheard you. | |- |M: Used to have a saying, back in Baron Kriegar's personal guard: Don't cross a Middenlander, 'less you leave him dead. Otherwise... he'll leave you dead...' I think it was. | |- |V: I see. I think perhaps you have not applied the wisdom therein, Kruber. | |- |M: Me? No, sir. Just making conversation. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So, about [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Tilea Tilea]. From what you told me, it's no wonder you left. | |- |S: I actually liked it there. So much more honest, in a strange way. Only... | |- |M: Only what? | |- |S: ...I might have burned down [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Miragliano Miragliano]'s Old Quarter as collection on a debt. I'm not welcome there any longer. | |- |M: Can't think why... | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: What will it take for you to trust me, Saltzpyre? | |- |V: Trust is an expensive commodity. | |- |S: And I've not spent enough blood to earn it? | |- |V: You have... But it is not what you give that concerns me, Fuegonasus, but what you yearn for. | |- |S: Yearn for? | |- |V: I fear that you are a slave to the flames, rather than the reverse. You, I trust. But only a simpleton would trust a raging fire. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So if I understand correctly, the reason you let Saltzpyre hire you, was to enable your trip back home, to Ubersreik? | |- |M: That was the plan. Escorting a dangerous witch like you. | |- |S: And then the Skaven happened. | |- |M: Aye. And all the flinging cross the Grey Mountains. Stromdorf. And don't forget that business on the Reik. We were winning until we weren't. | |- |S: But we're here, fighting, and hopefully causing daily fits of rage for Rasknitt and his cronies. | |- |M: Aye, we do our bit, don't we? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Why does our elf count her kills? | |- |S: I've no idea. We all have our quirks. | |- |V: Perhaps. But the fervour of her speech. 'Tis like sacrament. | |- |S: If it worries you, why not ask her? | |- |V: Oh, you know why. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Do you have another name, Kerillian? I've never heard you use it. | |- |K: I have many other names, and I shan't share them. | |- |S: And why not? | |- |K: A name is a personal thing. It has power. I've never understood why mayflies are so free with theirs. | |- |S: So Kerillian isn't your real name? | |- |K: Real enough for our current purpose. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Kruber's always talking about his past, Grimgi, but I know nothing about your family. | |- |V: There is little to tell, Goreksson. I was raised by the Order. | |- |B: Sounds like a hard life. | |- |V: A hard life for an unflinching purpose. It made me who I am. I am grateful for the trust placed in me. | |- |B: Aye, trust's a trickier burden than most, I'll give you that. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I'm surprised to see you still here, elf. | |- |K: I too am surprised. My standards are slipping. | |- |V: You could leave at any time, and yet you don't. I find that... interesting. | |- |K: I'm not one of your quarries, One-Eye. | |- |V: No, but guilt hovers over you like a storm cloud. | |- |K: I feel no guilt. My sleep is untroubled. | |- |V: So why is it you pace long into the night, when you think that no one is watching? | |- |K: You've been spying on me? | |- |V: Of course. That is my vocation. | |- |K: If I catch you at it, you'll lose your other eye. Do you understand me? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: These dreams. This black future of which you speak. | |- |K: Aye, what of it? | |- |V: Are they real, or another of your... amusements? | |- |K: Would I lie about something like that? | |- |V: That is the very question I wish answered. | |- |K: I don't know. Sometimes dreams are dreams. Sometimes they're not. Why does it matter? | |- |V: Because I have seen something all too similar. I was trapped in a battle between two evils, and I... glimpsed something. | |- |K: Well, what kind of something? | |- |V: That is the question. Is it not? Perhaps it was nothing at all. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Have you travelled far beyond the Empire? | |- |S: Spent some time in Tilea, when I was younger. Now there's a place where corruption's an art form. | |- |M: Not like here, then. | |- |S: Here? The meanest burgomeister in the Reikland could learn volumes from any Tilean nobleman. And the women! Poisoners all! | |- |M: Sounds like the good old Empire ain't that bad after all. Taal knows I've had my doubts. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Do you not miss the army life, sergeant? Comrades in arms, instead of... us? | |- |M: Don't miss the marching. Or the officers. This isn't so bad. | |- |K: Even with One Eye giving the orders? | |- |M: I've known worse than him. Might've eased one or two along their way. If you follow. | |- |K: [laughs] Wouldn't have thought you had it in you, Kruber. | |-g |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Bardin, back in Ubersreik, you never answered Kruber's question. How a whole dwarf hold can get 'lost'? | |- |B: Well, Zharrinn, it's complicated. Sometimes the doors are enchanted, invisible when closed. | |- |S: ... sometimes the gate guards get drunk and lose the keys. | |- |B: Aye. I mean, no. I mean... not often. | |- |S: And, the rest of the time? | |- |B: Well, we're a cautious folk. Once our old Empire fell, some kings thought it best just to leave the world to itself for a bit. | |- |S: But that was thousands of years ago! | |- |B: No sense being careful unless you mean it, Zharrinn. We dawi have long memories, and longer grief. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: If a soothsayer had predicted all this, I'd 'ave laughed in his face. | |- |V: Is a life of battle such a surprise, Kruber? With your background? | |- |M: Oh, not that. Knew that was me path since I killed that [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Tuskgors tuskgor] on the old farmstead. It's the company. | |- |V: Ah, you refer to walking in the shadow of Sigmar's chosen servant? | |- |M: Listen, no one in my village had ever seen an elf, and it'd been years since a dwarf passed through. | |- |V: These are strange times, and the Empire is a their heart. I have no doubt we will see stranger. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Kerillian, I heard you, but I still can't let the thought go. To test myself against an elven mage! | |- |K: I said all that matters the first time, Sienna. It is not for you. | |- |S: But think of the rush. The excitement. Ah, it's doesn't matter. You'll never understand. | |- |K: Oh Sienna, I know addiction when I see it. You should be careful. The [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Slaanesh Thirsting Prince] yearns for your sort. | |- |S: Let him come! I'll give him a scar or two to remember me by! | |- |K: Gluttony, Arrogance, Pride. Is there no sin your are without? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: What will your kinsfolk be thinking? What with you out here, when they're surely having wars of their own. | |- |B: They'll do fine, wutelgi. They don't need me. | |- |K: I agree that one smelly dwarf is much like another, but have you no longing to return? | |- |B: When the time is right, have no fear. | |- |K: And that'll be...? | |- |B: No rush, is there? No hurry at all... | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Don't hear you speak much of home, wutelgi, or kin. | |- |M: She don't have any, that's why. A shard chipped from a block of ice, that's her. | |- |K: There's nothing to speak of. | |- |M: Sounds like a quarrel to me. | |- |B: Easy, Azumgi. No sense being heartless, even against... her. | |- |K: Thank you, Goreksson. But he's right. There was a quarrel of sorts. | |- |B: Really? Over what? | |- |K: The dead. What else? | |} === Future Conversations === {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Do you never long for a quiet life, Markus. As a farmer, maybe? | |- |M: Me? No. Too quiet after all I've seen. From now on, it's the mercenary road for me. | |- |S: Yes. And why stick to small paths? What about forming a mercenary army of your own? I can see it now: Kruber's Ironshields. | |- |M: Reading my mind again, Sienna? I mean, absolutely! I like the name. And I'd want a wizard close to hand, of course. | |- |S: Very wise. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Tell me, Kruber. Have you considered striving for the Order? | |- |M: Me? Become a templar? A witch hunter? | |- |V: I believe you have the fortitude for that path. As a Captain, I can sign you up with a minimum of procedure and paperwork. | |- |M: That's very good of you, sir. But I don't want to make plans just yet. | |- |V: Spoken like a true servant of Sigmar. The task at hand is often the most important. | |- |M: Yeah, that's what I was thinking. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I've never seen a dwarf hold from within, but I think I'd like to. | |- |B: My kin don't always think kindly of those who command flame, Zharrinn. | |- |S: All Bright Wizards, Bardin? Or just those who hail from the desolate plains to the east? | |- |B: Ah... So you've heard. | |- |S: Met one on the [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Cathay Cathayan] [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Silk_Road Silk Road], years back. We... disagreed. | |- |B: Disagreed? Disagreed? He's all ashes now, I take it? | |- |S: Oh yes. | |- |B: Disagreed. Ha! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: As you know, I'm putting together a mercenary concern... | |- |B: Tis a good idea. Never a shortage of work, and that means coin and ale aplenty. | |- |M: Thought you'd approve. Reckon I could find any interested dwarfs? | |- |B: Of course! Especially when word of our deeds has spread. | |- |M: You reckon it will? | |- |B: If it doesn't, Lohner owes me a heavy purse. He promised to get the word out. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Kruber, do you really plan on spending the rest of your short life under One-eye's thumb? | |- |M: Umm... No I don't. And this ain't exactly the first time you've asked about me and him. | |- |K: So? | |- |M: So!? The fact is, it appears you care about absolutely nothing in the human world, except my relationship with Saltzpyre! | |- |K: Oh, really? I have to endure the sight and sound of you two every single day and it drains my sanity. Apparently I'm not as good at shutting out the world as I used to be. | |- |M: Then try harder. We do. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You've been good comrades, drengbarazi. A dawi couldn't ask for better. | |- |S: Getting sentimental, Bardin? | |- |B: Nothing wrong with celebrating good times. I've walked alone too long. I'd forgotten. | |- |M: He is getting sentimental. And it'll get worse as I pour ale down his throat, but then he'll bounche right back. | |- |B: See? Good comrades! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: It occurs to me that our realms have common cause, elf. | |- |K: You'd trust my kind? | |- |V: 'Trust', don't be absurd. Agree upon a common foe, and course of action. | |- |K: And that's why such an alliance would be fleeting. Your kind are strongest when certain. We are at our weakest. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Do you not think you should control your fire-lust, Sienna? | |- |S: Whatever for? We're two halves of the same coin, it and I. | |- |K: Aye, but obsession never ends well. | |- |S: And according to you, we're all doomed anyway, so what does it matter? | |- |K: Mayflies. Deaf to all, except their own egos. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Once this is settled, you should consider returning to the Bright College for further tutelage. | |- |S: If you let me go, of course. | |- |V: Of course. But let us assume I will. Have you thought of returning to Altdorf? | |- |S: On occasion but the college holds nothing for me. No Bright Wizard of any passion is prepared to teach, and one without passion is scarcely worth heeding. | |- |V: I see. The armies of the Empire always need more Battle Wizards. I suggest you once again answer the call, should you be exonerated. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: How'd that last lot get so close, Azumgi? | |- |M: Don't know. One moment they were there, the next... | |- |B: Do better! Slack watch gets folk killed! | |- |M: Easy now, Goreksson. I was only... | |- |B: Enough. Eyes sharp. Azumgi. Mouth shut. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So, Grimgi tells me you've been dreaming of the future? | |- |K: I've dreamt of darkness. Perhaps it is the future. Perhaps it is nothing but my own fears. | |- |B: You have fears? You? | |- |K: Aye, never being able to return home. Surely you know the feeling? | |- |B: I don't know what you're suggesting, wutelgi. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Sienna, I believe it would help your trial if you showed intent to go back to the College. Are there really none there who hold your respect? | |- |S: [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Thyrus_Gormann Gorman], perhaps. And we all know what happened to him, don't we? | |- |V: A wizard's duel, wasn't it? | |- |S: [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Balthasar_Gelt Gelt] cheated. A Gold Wizard always knows how to place a bribe. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I know you only tolerate us, Kerillian, so why not go home? | |- |K: I... cannot. Not until my penance is done. I must set the Weave right. | |- |S: The Weave is really that important? | |- |K: The Weave is everything. It is a balance that must be preserved. | |- |S: And you did something to upset it? | |- |K: Aye, someone did. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: You know, Kerillian, I'm still no clearer as to why you're traipsing around with us. Don't you want to go home? | |- |K: More than you know. | |- |M: So why stay? It doesn't add up. | |- |K: If I answer you, will you cease your glaikit yammering? | |- |M: Aye, we have a deal. | |- |K: Very well. I made a mistake, and until I've made amends, I cannot go back. All right? | |- |M: Not really, but you have my thanks. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I confess, Goreksson, that I find your diligence... uplifting. You understand duty. | |- |B: A dawi's stern and present mistress, Grimgi. To be loved and feared at the same time. | |- |V: And if we fail her, we must reassert our dedication... | |- |B: ... or else atone. Aye, that's the way of it. Which would you choose? | |- |V: It is my hope never to find out. I shall keep to the path. | |- |B: Paths are slippery, Grimgi. Mind your footing. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Have you never considered another career, sir? | |- |V: Never. Why, what would you suggest? | |- |M: That's the thing. Can't really picture you as anything else. | |- |V: Some men are born to purpose. Perhaps I am such a one. | |- |M: Well, that's a miserable way to live. | |- |V: Not at all. My path is as straight as an archer's shot, unhindered by darkness or fear. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: In gromril hold, on throne of gold... | |- |S: Give it a rest, Bardin. | |- |B: What's the matter, Zharrinn? Don't like my song? | |- |S: It's not the song, but the... air of cheerfulness. It becomes grating after a while. | |- |B: You should try it. Keeps the poisonous thoughts at bay. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: What if I've held back my potential, all these years? | |- |M: How so, Sienna? | |- |S: I'm neither the witch Saltzpyre fears, nor the disciplined wizard my tutors hoped to shape. | |- |M: But that's good... Isn't it? | |- |S: I used to think so, but if I cannot be one, I must be the other. That's what I was taught. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Ever think what the future holds, sir? When this Helmgart business is over, I mean. | |- |V: Another battle. Sigmar will guide me to it. | |- |M: Yeah, but after that? | |- |V: I do not follow. | |- |M: After you're done fighting...? | |- |V: My struggle will end only with my death, and my soul in Sigmar's care. | |- |M: That's a hard road. | |- |V: Someone must walk it, and I do so gladly. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: You know what I think, Bardin? | |- |B: Do I know what an elf thinks? No one does. | |- |K: I don't think you really are searching for [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Karak_Zorn Karak Zorn]. | |- |B: Preposterous! You don't know what you're saying. | |- |K: Don't I? You forget I've observed your 'search' for some time now. | |- |B: Spying, is it? | |- |K: Of course. I'm a 'wutelgi'. That's what we do, so I'm told. | |- |B: A well-earned slight, by the sound of it. | |- |K: I don't think you're seeking anything at all, Bardin. I think you're avoiding going home. And if I'm right... | |- |B: Choose your next words carefully... | |- |K: Then you have my sympathy. That is all. I hope you find whatever it is you're really seeking. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Ha! They burn so well! Little ashen puppets dancing to my tune! | |- |M: I think she might have lost it. I've been fearing this... | |- |K: I think you might be right. Sienna? | |- |S: I'll set them all dancing! All of them! | |- |K: Cursed mayflies. Sienna! | |- |S: What?! | |- |K: I think we might have a problem... | |- |S: Can't a woman enjoy herself? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Can't say I've seen many elves abroad in the Empire. 'part from those marching to war, anyway. | |- |K: And am I not marching to war, Kruber? | |- |M: After a fashion. But why with us? You and us lot? | |- |K: Maybe I find you... efficient, in your own mayfly sort of way. | |- |M: Efficient? Now what's that supposed to mean? | |- |K: Ach, just forget I said anything. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: The problem with the Empire ain't with the soldiers. It's with those who give the orders. | |- |V: Most are honest folk, fulfilling their duties as best they can. | |- |M: Yeah? Well maybe that ain't good enough. | |- |V: And you think you can do better? | |- |M: I think I'm prepared to give it a try. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: We'll soon have these Northlanders dealt with, Grimgi, you'll see. | |- |V: I have no doubt you're correct. | |- |B: Then why so dour? Think of the songs they'll sing. #A fivesome bold, they...# | |- |V: Because this is not the end. I fear more is coming. | |- |B: We'll handle that business too, Grimgi. And besides, there's always more coming. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Does Saltzpyre seem... strange to you? | |- |K: Not by his standards. But he has shown interest in my dreams lately. | |- |S: Oh really? | |- |K: Said he'd seen something similar, but then clammed up like a dwarf's purse. | |- |S: Dealing in dreams and visions? No wonder Saltzpyre's staying away from his fellows. He's as likely to burn as I. | |- |} === Premium Career Conversations === Many new Keep conversations were added with the premium careers. They are presented here in game file order, as each conversation is labeled (e.g. the first conversation where Kerillian laughs at Kruber's accent is "fleur_conversation_one"). This is necessary as, despite the lines playing in random order in the Keep, they're clearly structured sequentially, making reference to previous conversations. ==== Grail Knight ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: ''(faux-Bretonnian accent)'' For the honour of the Lady! | |- |K: ''(laughs)'' What was that, Kruber? | |- |M: Just trying on a Bretonnian accent for size. D'you like it? | |- |K: I confess, it's hard putting my feelings into words. | |- |M: Don't like it then? Don't worry, I'll try another. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: ''(faux-Bretonnian accent)'' Fear not! The Lady will protect us! | |- |K: Another attempt at a Bretonnian accent? | |- |M: Yeah. Still not quite right, is it? | |- |K: No no. It's wonderful. Very authentic. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: ''(faux-Bretonnian accent)'' For Giles and the - ''(normal accent)'' pack that in, Kerillian! I can see you laughing! | |- |K: ''(laughs)'' I swear I'm not... ''(suppressing laughter)'' Lileath as my witness... and probably yours... ''(laughs)'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: ''(faux-Bretonnian accent)'' For the honour of the Grail! | |- |K: Getting closer. Just promise me something, would you? | |- |M: Oh yeah? What? | |- |K: When you try that out in a Parravon tavern, I want to be there. | |- |M: Be beating the lasses off with a stick, I will. | |- |K: Oh, there'll definitely be a beating. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: About the Lady of the Lake - | |- |M: How about you just speak what's on your mind? | |- |K: I'm just saying that maybe things aren't quite what they seem. Maybe. | |- |M: Can't ever talk in a straight line, can you? All twists and turns. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: About the Lady of the Lake - | |- |M: No. Not listening. Had enough of that now. | |- |K: I was just wondering... when she handed you the grail... did you get a good look at her ears? | |- |M: Lalalala, can't hear you! Sorry. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Doesn't it worry you being a Grail Knight after years of Imperial service? It's got to be strange. | |- |M: Can't say it does. Feels good, actually. Like my eyes are properly open. | |- |B: You're not worried about, erm, reprisals? | |- |M: From who? Anyway, with the way we live, there's a queue they'll have to join, isn't there? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Still can't get my head around this Grail Knight business, Azumgi. | |- |M: Way I see it, ain't much has changed. All killing, ain't it? | |- |B: Wouldn't have it any other way. Just as long as you've not gone soft. | |- |M: Soft? Me? Don't talk daft. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Didn't you take an oath to the emperor? Won't he be a bit, you know, peeved? | |- |M: Only thing the Empire breeds faster than lice is deserters. And it's not like old Karl Franz knows me. One among thousands, I am. Though he might remember my hat. He likes hats. | |- |B: Yes, but what about the folk beneath him? | |- |M: What, Helborg and that lot? That sort only notice common soldiers when they kill them in a drunken rage. | |- |B: Aye, well, we've all done that. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You sure the Empire won't want your medals back, Azumgi? | |- |M: What? You reckon someone cares that much about this whole Grail Knight thing? | |- |B: Bad blood between your realms. Makes folk petty. | |- |M: Wouldn't know. Anyway, I stole most of 'em in the first place. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I want you to know Kruber that I think no less of you for your recent... defection. | |- |M: Defection? We're all on the same side. | |- |V: The same side as the Bretonnians? I think not. Some of them actually bathe. | |- |M: So do I. Always have, circumstances permitting. | |- |V: It's like I never knew you at all. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Kruber, I've been meaning to talk to you about something. | |- |M: ''(faux Bretonnian accent)'' About what, peasant? Speak! | |- |V: Must you keep using that ridiculous accent? | |- |M: ''(faux Bretonnian accent)'' What accent? Anyway, what did you want? | |- |V: ...It doesn't matter. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Things being the way they are, Kruber, I wonder if I can trust you any longer. | |- |M: Look, I'm still just plain old Kruber. I just outrank you now, that's all. | |- |V: What?! | |- |M: Nobility now, aren't I? Whereas you, you're a commoner. An esteemed one, maybe, but still. | |- |V: This is preposterous! | |- |M: That's exactly what a commoner would say. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: So this 'Lady' the Bretonnians worship, she's... real? | |- |M: Real as you and me. And beautiful. Of course, I'd been drinking. | |- |V: And full of seductive wiles, I'll be bound. | |- |M: Couldn't really say. Again, I'd been drinking. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I understood receiving the blessing of the Grail was an arduous labour. | |- |M: Yeah well, some of us are meant for great things, Sienna. | |- |S: What was it, this labour? | |- |M: Killed a big old beastie, I did. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So this beastie you killed to earn the Lady's favour... what was it? | |- |M: Ah, now that I think on it, it was all a bit of a blur. But I'm sure I was heroic. | |- |S: Drunk too, I bet. | |- |M: You're probably on to something there. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Don't take this the wrong way Markus, but why did the Lady choose you? | |- |M: Like I said, I killed a horde of ferocious beasties. | |- |S: A horde? Last time you said beastie. Singular. | |- |M: Oh come on. You're really going to start quibbling? It's the stuff of oral tradition. It's you know. Wossname. Fluid. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You know Markus, I think this might actually suit you. A shining knight from a fairytale land. | |- |M: Yeah, well don't expect me to start spouting poetry. | |- |S: Shame. A girl can dream, can't she? | |- |M: Give it a rest. I've gotta get the accent right first, and Kerillian sniggers every time I try. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |L: See I know a little about Bretonnia. Had a couple of issues with the Black Grail a few years back. I've never heard of a foreigner earning the true grail. | |- |M: Well, that's the Krubers for you. Bloodline's more like a puddle. Or a smear. Clear across the Old World. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |L: So you never expected you had Bretonnian blood? | |- |M: Never guessed. Still, it's a rum old family that doesn't have secrets. | |- |K: A castle out near Parravon's a pretty big secret. | |- |M: I wouldn't worry. I don't suppose there's much of it left. Something about vengeful elves. | |- |K: Isn't it always? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |L: You know, Catrinne's been after you. | |- |M: Taal, what does she want with me? | |- |V: To paint your official portrait, so I gather. | |- |M: Suppose I don't see the harm... as long as you keep the sharp objects away from her this time. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You reckon it'll change you, being a noble? | |- |M: Me? Nah. 'Course the rest of you'll have to shape up a bit. Standards and all. | |- |S: Standards? This from the same man who eats with the dagger he uses to trim his moustache? | |- |M: Oi! Nothing wrong with that dagger. Killed a lot of men with it, I have. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Have you noticed how Azumgi keeps speaking of himself in the third person? All this 'knight of the grail' nonsense. | |- |V: It hadn't escaped me. | |- |B: Calls you 'peasant' too, I noticed. | |- |S: Do you have a point to make, Master Dwarf? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: So... Kruber's a Grail Knight now. How do we feel about that? | |- |S: I don't mind. It's like he's twice the man as he was. | |- |K: He's still the same man, Sienna. The armor's just a bit cleaner now. | |- |S: Yes, but don't you think he's somehow more... exotic? | |- |S: Well, he still picks his nose with a dagger, so no. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: What is this 'Old Alliance' of which I've heard Kruber speak? | |- |K: Oh that? It's nothing, really. | |- |V: Elf... | |- |K: Well, every now and then, Athel Loren and Bretonnia find common cause. | |- |V: Doing what, exactly? | |- |K: Giving the Empire a good kicking. It's fun. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Know you much about Bretonnians, wizard? | |- |S: Good dancers. Good drinkers. I like them. | |- |V: Yes, I'm sure. But in matters martial? | |- |S: Swift on the charge, and in the retreat. In love or war, they're very much 'all or nothing.' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I fought alongside the Duke of Parravon once, did I ever tell you? | |- |S: Can't say you did, Bardin. | |- |B: Gracious sort. Had a fierce beastie of a horse, but kept slowing it down so I could keep up. He gave me a pedigree pony after. | |- |S: Oh, I think I know where this is going. | |- |B: Roasted a treat, it did. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So, an 'Old Alliance' between Loren and Bretonnia, eh? Have you told Kruber the rest? | |- |K: Of course not. He's so happy in his ignorance. What's the harm? | |- |B: The harm? Every summer, that king of yours treats Bretonnia as his own private hunting ground. Two legs or four, it doesn't bother him. | |- |K: That, Bardin, is Sigmarite propaganda. Honestly, I'm ashamed of you. | |- |} ==== Outcast Engineer ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |K: I hear your family's a mite... complicated | rowspan="4" |[[File:Engineer Family-Mite.mp3|thumb]] |- |B: Aye, you hear that, do you? From who? |- |K: Lohner might have said something... |- |B: Lohner should keep his mouth shut! |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: About your kin... | rowspan="4" |[[File:Warhammer Vermintide 2 2021.02.15 - 20.39.03.04.DVR.mp3|thumb]] |- |B: Ha! Came to make another joke at my expense? |- |K: I was just going to say, it's hard to be alone among the mayflies. |- |B: Aye, it is that. They mean well, but it's not the same. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You were asking about my kin before... what did Lohner tell you? | |- |K: That your father died in your mining accident. He implied your uncle Drakki was responsible. | |- |B: Hnm. It weren't like that. | |- |K: Then what was it like? | |- |B: None of your business! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | rowspan="5" |[[File:Mining Accident.mp3|thumb]] |- |B: The mining accident at Karak Norn. It was my father's fault. Disengaged the pneumatic supports - called 'em newfangled umgak. Then the quake hit. |- |K: And your uncle took the blame? |- |B: Took the burden for his brother, who died a hero getting other miners to safety. Wouldn't expect you to understand. |- |K: You're asking me if I understand pride, and shame? Hah. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |K: So, have you other family still in this grey world of ours? | rowspan="4" |[[File:Bardin's daughter.mp3|thumb]] |- |B: Why do I reckon you already know the answer? |- |K: So suspicious, Master Dwarf. But yes, Lohner told me. You've a daughter, I understand? |- |B: Aye, I do, and a canny lass she is too. Has forgotten more about engineering that I ever learned. Captains a [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Dwarf_Monitor monitor] out of Barak Varr nowadays. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |K: Your wife's made quite a name for herself I hear, Goreksson? | |- |B: Do I have no secrets left? | |- |K: One. And I'll not ask about that. | |- |B: Hmph. Yes, Grelda's a dab hand with an axe. You should see her when's the scent of gobbo blood in her nostrils. You'd like her. | |- |K: But she doesn't care for you any longer? | |- |B: Life's complicated. Not everything's forever. | |- |K: Aye. True enough. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="5" | |- |S: So you're an engineer now, is that right Bardin? |- |B: Always was, Zharrin, in my heart. Just letting it shine a bit, that's all. |- |S: Good. Repression's bad for the spirit. I never repress anything. |- |B: Aye, I've noticed. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |S: I've met some engineers in my time. Nervous-looking lot. | |- |B: We'd be talking about umgi engineers, I take it? | |- |S: Pretty much. Singed eyebrows and nervous twitches. | |- |B: That's what you get for misjudging the flashpoint of black powder, zharrin. Foolish umgi never learn. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |S: Don't take this the wrong way, but the tinkerer's trade seems to require a certain... delicate touch. | |- |B: And I don't have it, is that what you're saying? I can be deft when I need to be. | |- |S: Glad to hear it! Though from the way you stomp around the place, I never would have guessed. | |- |B: I did say 'when I want to be.' A good stomp scares off bad luck! | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |S: I don't know why, but I think we've more in common now, Bardin. I think it's the explosions. | |- |B: Explosions? That was just a wee accident, is all. Could have happened to anyone. | |- |S: Oh I don't mind. I think it looked rather impressive actually. But I do think that Lohner would have preferred that outbuilding intact. | |- |B: Well now he can rebuild it better, can't he? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |S: The engineer's life seems to suit you, Bardin. | |- |B: Aye, it does. But I'm not an engineer, not officially. Haven't stood my service in the guild. | |- |S: Oh. That sounds onerous. | |- |B: Not at all. It's a privilege to learn from those longbeards... those whose beards haven't been burnt off. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |S: You're not tempted to go back to Karak Zorn and join the Engineer's Guild, Bardin? | |- |B: Maybe... be strange to see the place after all these years. | |- |S: Good strange, or bad strange? | |- |B: Can't say I'll know until I get there, zharrin. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="5" |[[File:Engineer keep-upgrades.mp3|thumb]] |- |M: So, I guess we can expect to see a few dwarfen upgrades around here. |- |B: Might be - but don't you go confusing me with a common tinkerer. I'm an artist. |- |M: You sound like Catrinne. Eating all those paintbrushes has obviously had an effect. |- |B: I shan't dignify that with a response. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="3" |[[File:Outcast Engineer-Suspicious Tradition.mp3|thumb]] |- |M: Oi, Bardin! You wouldn't mind taking a look at the action on my repeating handgun, it's sticking something fierce. |- |B: Oh, so this is how it's going to be? Fixing other people's weapons? |- |M: I thought you engineers loved fixing things. Muttering about how the rest of us mistreat them? |- |B: Aye, but a large part of that is getting the complaining in upfront. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |M: Met a dwarf engineer once. At the battle of Hel Fenn. Cantankerous sort, he was. | |- |B: You were at the Battle of Hel Fenn? | |- |M: Not the famous one. The eighth, I think. They don't like to number in case it encourages the vampires. | |- |B: Can't argue with that. They come back often enough as it is. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |M: You reckon you could teach me the engineer's trade? I've always been good with my hands. | |- |B: Are you serious, Azumgi? | |- |M: Mostly... yeah. Yeah, I reckon I am. | |- |B: Hmmm... we'll discuss it some more. Can't promise anything, mind. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |M: You always been interested in the engineer's trade, Bardin? | |- |B: Aye Azumgi, since I was the most beardless of beardlings. | |- |M: It's funny, I don't think I can imagine you any shorter. Or without a beard. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="3" |[[File:Outcast Engineer-Suspicious Tradition.mp3|thumb]] |- |M: I don't get why some dwarfs are so suspicious of you engineers, Bardin. |- |B: It's a love of tradition, Azumgi. They don't like change. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |V: I imagine you'll be invoking Morgrim a lot more now, Master Dwarf? | |- |B: Aye, maybe a little. But we're not so factional as you umgi. Plenty of room for all the ancestors. | |- |V: Indeed, there is space for them all in Sigmar's shadow. | |- |B: They're propping him up, you mean? Very true. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |V: It still seems strange to me that there is a God of Engineers. | |- |B: Ancestor god, grimgi. The difference means something. | |- |V: And what is that, pray? | |- |B: That our gods were real, and remain so. Sigmar... | |- |V: Yes? | |- |B: ...is a comfort in trying times, I'm sure. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |V: Do you find satisfaction in the art of creation, Goreksson? | |- |B: There are few pleasures to equal the making of something. But you'd know that. Your father was a blacksmith, wasn't he? | |- |V: Who told you - Lohner, I suppose? | |- |B: Aye. I think he reckons with the end of the world coming, there's no point in secrets anymore. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |V: Do you plan to create many mighty weapons with which to chastise the Pactsworn? | |- |B: First, I need to work the kinks out of those I've already got. Perfection's important. | |- |V: Indeed it is. That which is flawed can never be truly righteous. | |- |B: We're still talking about weapons, aren't we? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="5" |[[File:Vermintide2 bardin-father.mp3|thumb]] |- |V: I heard Lohner speak of your father some time ago. He sounds like a stalwart soul. |- |B: Aye, he was certainly that. Rigid. Inflexible. Certain of everything. |- |V: You see! Precisely the proper role model in this wicked world of ours. |- |B: He thought that too. Can't say he was wholly right about it. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="5" |[[File:Vermintide2 Engineer Saltz.mp3|thumb]] |- |V: Perhaps you should use your newfound standing with the Engineer's Guild to get our weapons improved? |- |B: It's not so simple as that. I'm more what you could describe as 'self-taught'. |- |V: But what of structure! Discipline! The judgement of one's peer? You have no one against whom to measure yourself! |- |B: I know. I find it liberating |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |L: Oi, Bardin! I want a word with you. That repair job you did on the drawbridge... | |- |B: Aye, what of of it? | |- |L: Wretched thing won't open unless you pull the right combination of levers. And there are a lot of levers. | |- |B: Pffff. I did write the combination down. | |- |L: Yeah! In engineer's code-runes. Who reads that? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |L: No hard feelings for me telling the others about your kin, Bardin? They were worried. | |- |B: Aye? Then you'll be happy for me to share what I've learned about you, won't you? | |- |L: Wait... what? | |- |B: Wasn't your place to speak on the matter. | |- |M: Hey, don't be like that. We're a team. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |L: Still no luck in getting through to Barak Varr, Bardin, but we'll keep trying. | |- |B: I appreciate the effort, Lohner. Just don't let her know that I'm looking for her. | |- |S: For shame, Bardin. Family's important, now more than ever. | |- |B: Not my family. All we do is quarrel. But it'll be good to know she's alive. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |L: I have to say, it's good to see you embrace your true vocation, Bardin. | |- |B: Should've done it years ago. Those raki had better beware now! | |} ==== Sister of the Thorn ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: I guess you and me are even more on the same side these days. You know, Bretonnia and Athel Loren. The Old Alliance. | |- |K: I have no alliance with meat, Kruber. You're part of the problem. | |- |M: Yeah... can't help but read a threat into that, if I'm honest. | |- |K: Oh, hush. I'd never hurt you. When the moment comes, it'll be painless. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: That crack you made before. About the painless death. Not gonna lie... it hurt my feelings. | |- |K: I'm... I'm sorry, Kruber. Truly. What I am now... it's like the best of what I used to be, and the worst. Does that make any sense to you? | |- |M: I know you just apologised for something. Never heard that before. Might be there's hope for you yet. | |- |K: There's no hope for any of us. Not one branch. Not one leaf. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Look, wutelgi... Lohner asked me to have a word with you. He's worried you've become a bit... edgy... since, you know... | |- |K: So he sends one obsessive to fix another? I'm not a machine to be repaired, Goreksson. | |- |B: I know... but I do know a little about poor choices made for good reasons. Thought it might help. | |- |K: You're a good friend. I'll try to remember that. If I'm allowed. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So what's it like then, being part tree? | |- |K: How many times? I'm not part tree. I'm one with the forest and the Weave. A herald of Cadai and Cytharai. It's different. | |- |B: Aye, maybe. But it's always wise to keep a gap between your hobbies and your work, I find. | |- |K: Ha! The hypocrisy of meat! Or was that not a schematic for a mechanical arm I found in your workshop? | |- |B: ''(sputters)'' Just being prepared, was all. But it's a beauty, isn't it? Damminson's design. I just refined it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: A scholar once told me that Sisters of the Thorn were handmaidens of Isha. 'Course he was drunk at the time. | |- |K: Meat and their allegiances! Aye, some of us are bound to Isha. But we're free to worship as we wish, and Isha... | |- |M: What about Isha? | |- |K: It's not your concern. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: You were talking about Isha before. | |- |K: No. ''You'' were talking about Isha. I was casually deflecting. | |- |M: Sore topic, then? | |- |K: She is... not what she was. She's not even who she was. | |- |M: Much clearer, thanks. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So, Kerillian... what happened to Isha? | |- |K: Will you not leave it well enough alone, meat? | |- |M: Sorry, but you've got me curious now. | |- |K: ''(sigh)'' She's dead. An interloper stole all that made who her who she was. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: This interloper, then, that's scrobbled Isha. I mean... I'm up for giving them a kicking, if you reckon it'll help. | |- |K: You do know we're talking about the High Elf Everqueen? | |- |M: Alright, so, there'll be a bit of a bodyguard problem to deal with? | |- |K: They would slice you into tiny pieces and then cast them away, into the sea. | |- |M: I'm up for it, but I guess that's a 'no' then? | |- |K: Aye, it's a 'no.' | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I have to say, wutelgi, I like your new look. Does this mean you've gone back to your roots? | |- |K: Stop talking, Bardin. Now. | |- |B: Oh I see. Thorny issue, is it? | |- |K: ''[groans]'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: What's it like then, being part tree? | |- |K: As I've said many times before - so many times - I'm not part tree. I'm part of the forest. | |- |B: Ergo, you're part tree. Do try to keep up, wutelgi. | |- |K: ''[groans]'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So let me get this straight, you're not part tree? | |- |K: For the last time, no. | |- |B: But you're not flesh and blood? | |- |K: Not in any way you'd understand. | |- |B: So what the krunk are you? | |- |K: So help me Goreksson, I... I don't know any longer. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Wutelgi, listen I wanted to - | |- |K: Leave me be, Goreksson. I've had my fill of your questions. | |- |B: Look. Just between us. I just wanted to say that I understand. Sometimes the only way to work out who you are is to be someone else. | |- |K: Aye. Maybe. I don't know any longer. I don't know what it all means. | |- |B: Then make it mean something. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: The world is so different now. I no longer hear the Weave... I feel it pulsing where my heart used to be. | |- |B: You had a heart? | |- |K: Want me to show you yours? Atharti could have it for a snack. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Did I make a mistake, Goreksson? Becoming what I am? | |- |B: Why ask me? I don't know owt about magic and elgi goddesses. | |- |K: Aye, but you do make a lot of mistakes. In this, if nowhere else, I'd value your counsel. | |- |B: Very wise - hang on, what was that? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I don't blame you for needing more than one godly patron, wutelgi. After all your gods are such frail, brittle things. | |- |K: The gods? Maybe. The goddesses? No. They nurse a grudge like you wouldn't believe, and it makes them mighty. | |- |B: I like them already. | |- |K: Oh good. That's a weight off my mind. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Lohner has gone to some lengths to reassure me that you are not evil, despite your... transformation. | |- |K: Did you not know? I was always evil. Except for when I wasn't. | |- |V: Can I trouble you to make at least a little sense? | |- |K: Just assume everything's a little bit closer to the surface now... and sleep lightly. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: These deities you call upon are wicked! Why should I not think thee the same? | |- |K: Believe what you will, and chance the consequences. I am beyond such concerns. | |- |V: Then you admit to thine own damnation! | |- |K: My eyes are open as never before. I suggest you leave it at that. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cast you into the flame as any common witch! | |- |K: You still don't understand, do you? I am what I always was, only more so. I am myself, unbound by the whims of meat. | |- |V: You are wicked! | |- |K: I am free. If that appalls you so, bring on the flame! We shall see which of us survives it! | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I remain unconvinced that you have not become the very thing we fight, but I shall stay my hand... for now. | |- |K: How very generous of you. Could it be that you're tempted by the truths I have seen? | |- |V: ''(sputters)'' I will not dignify that question with a response! | |- |K: Aye, dignity. So important. You mustn't feel ashamed that I intrigue you. | |- |v: ''(snarls)'' This conversation is over. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I thought I knew you elf, but this thing you've become... | |- |K: Is that outrage I hear? Or jealousy? ...Or temptation? | |- |V: What? How dare you! | |- |K: You may worship me, if you'd like. I'll not breathe a word of it to the others... if you ask nicely. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: As long as I've known you, Kerillian, you've worshipped Lileath and Isha above all others. Why the change? | |- |K: Do I need a reason? | |- |S: Well, no. But let's pretend. | |- |K: Isha is dead. Lileath... does not answer my prayers as she once did. We seek hope where we can. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Some of these goddesses you've invoked since... well, you know... they're not exactly 'nice.' | |- |K: Are any of us? | |- |S: Goodness, no. But Atharti? Hekarti? The Morai-Heg? If that's a party, I'd rather not be invited. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: About these new goddesses of yours, Kerillian... | |- |K: I know what you're thinking Sienna, but Atharti isn't evil. She's the Goddess of Desire. | |- |S: And turns folks into snake monsters if they're more beautiful than her. | |- |K: That's a misunderstanding. Surely you approve of her sister, Hekarti? | |- |S: The many-headed mistress of blood magic? I can't think why she has a reputation. As for the Morai-Heg...? | |- |K: Look, she doesn't kill people. She just knows when they're going to die... and very occasionally speeds it along. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I worry for you, Kerillian. What I know of the Cytharai isn't exactly encouraging. | |- |K: All is as it should be. Hekarti grants me the power, Atharti the will to see it used. Isha's memory binds me to the Weave and Lileath's love to the Light. And the Morai-Heg keeps the balance. | |- |S: And if that balance fails? | |- |K: ...Kill me swiftly. For all our sakes. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I don't understand it. Every Sister of the Thorn I've ever heard of has been bound to Isha, or Ariel, whatever she calls herself. | |- |K: And from whence hails your knowledge, might I ask? | |- |S: The finest scholars in the Empire - oh wait. I see where I've gone wrong. | |- |K: Aye. There's many a man happier for thinking we're all helpless wee butterfly maidens. But some of us bite. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I must say darlings, I'm not sure what to make of Kerillian these days. | |- |V: I pity her, truth be told. In her search for meaning, she has cast a part of herself away. Perhaps the noblest part. | |- |M: Noblest part? That sounded like a compliment. A Saltzpyre compliment, anyhow. | |- |V: You might think that. I forebear to comment. | |- |B: Compliments and pity? You're going soft, grimgi. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I'm blowed if I know what's going on with the wutelgi. | |- |M: I know what you mean. Sometimes she seems normal... well, normal for her. But the rest? She gives me shivers. | |- |V: I harbor dark suspicions. | |- |S: Yes... but what's new there? She's been blessed by her gods, darlings. Would that we are all so lucky. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Kerillian's a bit different these days, ain't she? | |- |V: Ah! Your keen powers of observation at work, Kruber? | |- |S: Ignore him, Markus. He doesn't take well to change. | |- |B: Nothing wrong with change, in moderation. | |- |M: Yeah, but when we're talking about Kerillian, 'moderation' ain't exactly the word, is it? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Is there something wrong, Goreksson? You've had a peculiar grimace all day. | |- |S: Hush, Saltzpyre. He's worried about Kerillian. | |- |V: Whatever for? She made this choice. | |- |M: Did she? I'm not so sure of that. | |- |B: Aren't many stories on godly favour that end well, dawri. Think on that. | |- |} ==== Warrior Priest ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: For years you called me blind, elf. And perhaps I was. No more. Sigmar has shown me the error of my ways. | |- |K: Oh, One-Eye. Such poetry. Next you'll be telling me you've learned the value of mercy. | |- |V: Alas, no. Mercy is weakness. And we can none of us afford to be anything other than strong. | |- |K: Glad to hear it. I'd hate to think that you've gone soft. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: I confess, One-Eye. I've never thought Sigmar a god, but you're making me reconsider. | |- |V: Most kind, I'm sure. Perhaps one day you'll understand that all others are but empty reflections of his glory. | |- |K: Don't push it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: That magic you manifest, Saltzpyre... it looks like it tingles. Does it tingle? | |- |V: You speak of holy fury for which I am but a conduit. | |- |K: Aye, very impressive. But you didn't answer the question. | |- |V: It... has a certain pleasing warmth, I must confess. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: See you now the true might of Sigmar, elf? What can your dreary pantheon hope to offer by comparison? | |- |K: That by you is might? We have gods who can crack the world apart, drown cities with the seas, or exort whole populations to exquisite savagery. I think your little storm god might be a wee bit outnumbered. | |- |V: Perhaps. But where are your gods now that Chaos overtakes the world, hmm? | |- |K: Some will take a stand, have no doubt. Alas, the others are likely waiting to see which side to take. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Is it me, or does Saltzpyre seem a bit cheerier these days? | |- |B: Could be, Zharrin. Still can't quite manage a smile though, can he? | |- |M: Yeah. Sigmar can work miracles, but he's got his limits. | |- |K: As it should be. A genuine smile from One-Eye? It is surely sign that the End Times are upon us. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I... I believe I know a little of how you feel, elf. | |- |K: You? Who went running into the past to re-embrace one who'd already led you astray? I moved forward. | |- |V: There are times when I'm at a loss for what to say to you. | |- |K: Then say nothing, meat. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Say what you want, but there's no denying that Grimgi's a manling with a purpose these days. | |- |M: And long may it last, says I. We'll make a human out of him yet. | |- |S: Steady Markus. You can go too far. | |- |K: He always had a purpose, Bardin. That was the problem. | |- |S: True. But these days he's clearer on who the enemy is. Speaking for myself, that's definitely an improvement. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Saltzpyre seems to have found his fire again. | |- |M: I dunno. He doesn't seem that different to me. | |- |K: That's because he likes you, Kruber. He's back to looking strangely at Sienna and I. | |- |B: Oh we all do that, wutelgi. I wouldn't take offense. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Would you say you hear Sigmar's voice clearer these days, meat? | |- |V: Not his voice, perhaps. But his intent chimes a clarion fit to split the skies. | |- |K: You should be careful of godly intent, One-Eye. I know better than any how it can run strange roads. | |- |V: For pagan gods, perhaps. Not so for Sigmar. | |- |K: Believe as you wish. The truth will soon make itself known. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Well, Saltzpyre's faith burns stronger than ever. | |- |K: ''(sigh)'' I know. I curse the day we set foot in the Citadel of Eternity. | |- |S: It could be worse, darlings. He seems more at ease than ever... in his own way. | |- |B: Aye. Manlings like Grimgi don't unwind, they shatter. I'd rather not pick up the pieces. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I don't suppose what's going on with Grimgi means that Sigmar may actually return? | |- |S: Oh I hope not. Think how insufferable Saltzpyre would be. | |- |M: Don't be so hasty, Sienna. What's more important - Saltzpyre's unhappiness, or saving the Empire? | |- |K: I think we all know the answer to that one. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So, Grimgi. What happened to hating magic? | |- |V: I'm afraid I don't follow, Master Dwarf. | |- |B: Well, you use it now, don't you? | |- |V: This is not magic! This is a holy manifestation of Sigmar's wrath. | |- |B: Aye. Sure it is. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Funny how umgi gods need to make themselves known through acts of magic. Wisdom serves better, if you ask me. | |- |V: As I said before, I do not wield magic! It is faith given form! | |- |B: You say that... but if it looks like a rock-trout, tastes like a rock-trout, and is as slippery as a rock-trout, it's likely a rock-trout. | |- |V: This is the wisdom of your ancestor gods, I suppose? | |- |B: Aye. Valaya loved a fish supper. You'd be surprised how many of her parables have scales. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You know, Grimgi, if you're having trouble controlling that magic- | |- |V: ''(growling)'' It is not magic! | |- |B: -If you're having trouble controlling that "not magic", I can ask around. See if someone'll set it in runes for you. | |- |V: The might of Sigmar requires no vessel, save a faithful soul. | |- |B: Well that's handy, I suppose. Not sure I can lay my hands on one of those, mind. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I should have embraced this change long ago, Goreksson. Perhaps my alliance with you was a sign. | |- |B: What? Like we're remaking the old pact between Sigmar thin-beard and Kurgan the mighty? | |- |V: Thin-beard? Thin-beard?! | |- |B: Aye. Nice lad, Sigmar - or so our stories tell. But lacking a certain... physical gravitas. But still, history is written by the man who pays the skalds, aye? | |- |V: ''(growls)'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Goreksson, I must insist you not spread your stories about... Sigmar's beard. | |- |B: Or lack thereof? Don't worry, my lips are sealed. Though there is a rather fine song on the subject... | |- |V: ''(growls)'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Tell me Goreksson. Did any of your family every fight alongside Sigmar? | |- |B: Well... didn't fight, exactly. Unless you count that drunken brawl after the Battle of Blackfire Pass. And it wasn't so much alongside, as- | |- |V: I think perhaps you've said enough, Master Dwarf. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So what's it like, having actually heard Sigmar's voice? | |- |V: Humbling, Kruber. I see now my place in his great plan as never before. | |- |M: You'll forgive me for saying so, but 'humble' ain't exactly a word I'd peg you with. | |- |V: I assure you, my soul has been laid bare. There can be no pretense otherwise. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Sigmar's voice then? I always imagined him to be a big, booming presence, like thunder. | |- |V: Oh, but it was more than that. A vibrancy fit to shake the very pillars of creation! | |- |M: You sure about that? I mean, Bardin snores something fierce. Could be you've mistaken one for the other. | |- |V: Do you really think I'd mistake divine decree for the congestated nasal exhalations of a dwarf?! | |- |M: I guess we'll find out, one way or another. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Kruber. As I am now affirmed as a true herald of Sigmar Heldenhammer, I could grant you absolution. | |- |M: From my worldly sins? I'm not sure we've got times for that, to be honest. | |- |V: From your misguided worship of other gods. | |- |M: Oh yeah? Very generous, thanks. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Kruber, I still stand ready to offer Sigmar's forgiveness for your worship of Taal, Rhya, Ranald, and that other- | |- |M: No no no no. I'm quite happy with a pantheon at my back, thank you very much. Strength in numbers has always served the Empire well. | |- |V: As you wish. The offer will remain open... indefinitely. | |- |M: Good to know. But don't hold your breath. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So, oh Herald of Sigmar. Any chance of the big guy actually helping us out? | |- |V: The hour of his manifestation draws ever nigh. | |- |M: That wasn't exactly a 'yes', now was it? | |- |V: Faith, Kruber. You must have faith. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You know, I'm sure you've become more insufferable since our little experience in the north. | |- |V: Insufferable? I was never insufferable. Merely outspoken. | |- |S: And that's exactly what an insufferable man would say. | |- |V: I defer to your judgement. After all, I am sure you have much to teach me on the topic of being insufferable. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You seem happier having heard Sigmar's voice, Saltzpyre. But I do wish you'd stop trying to smile. | |- |V: Does my obvious contentment discomfort you so much? | |- |S: Not especially. But you do keep scaring the cats. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: It seems we're all finding religion these days. Me with Myrmidia. Markus with his pantheon- | |- |V: You make it sound like he is close kin to the gods he worships. | |- |S: And why not? I'd make a fabulous Goddess of Incineration, so why hold back with Markus? And you claim to speak with Sigmar's voice. In some traditions, that'd make you his son. | |- |V: Have a care not to draw me into your heresies. | |- |S: Don't knock what you've never tried, Saltzpyre. You never know. You might like it. | |- |V: Cease your treacherous words! We have labours to perform. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So in all your little chats with Sigmar, did he not pass comments on you being friends with a witch? | |- |V: We are allies, not friends. And we do not 'chat.' He makes his will known to me through less mundane means. | |- |S: Such as? | |- |V: Signs. Portents. The flicker of a fire. The fall of a star. The murmuration of birds. | |- |S: How very poetic. Are you certain Kerillian's not been putting those 'special herbs' in your food again? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: There remains time to repent your fallen ways, Fuegnonasus. Embrace Sigmar, and he shall embrace you in turn. | |- |S: Very kind, but I'm not one for being embraced by men with beards. If you can call that a beard. | |- |V: You've been talking to Goreksson, haven't you? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I think the time has come for you to renounce your foreign sorceress and reenter Sigmar's flock, Kruber. | |- |M: Oh you do, do you peasant? | |- |V: Indeed. Should the End Times be upon us, would you rather not be counted among those of true faith? | |- |M: Reckon I would, so I'll stick with the Lady of the Lake, if it's all the same to you. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Strange isn't it Grimgi, that the tradition-loving dawi is embracing the future, while you're running off into the past? | |- |V: You mistake Sigmar as one whose day is done, Goreksson. I merely accept that his true hour is yet to come. | |- |B: Aye, is that so? Well, wake me up when it gets here, would you? ''(laughs)'' | |- |V: I shall have no need. His return will be a clarion heard in all lands. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Strange isn't it Grimgi, that the tradition-loving dawi is embracing the future, while you're running off into the past? | |- |V: You mistake Sigmar as one whose day is done, Goreksson. I merely accept that his true hour is yet to come. | |- |B: Aye, is that so? Well, wake me up when it gets here, would you? ''(laughs)'' | |- |V: I shall have no need. His return will be a clarion heard in all lands. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Gotta wonder haven't you, why the Empire and Bretonnia don't get along better? | |- |V: I suspect it has much to do with the Sons of Gilles worshipping a heathen sorceress as a deity. | |- |M: Yeah, or the Empire raising up one of their own and calling him a god so's they can prove their superiority. | |- |V: I do not believe this conversation will prove... fruitful. | |- |M: Can't argue with that. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You know what? Doesn't matter what changes between us, dawri - we're still all in this together. | |- |M: Yeah. Here's to the bloody Ubersreik Five, standing as one... | |- |V: In Sigmar's sight! | |- |M: Yeah, I guess. Can't hurt, can it Bardin? | |- |B: The more the merrier, Azumgi. | |- |} == Missions == Some mission conversations are character-neutral, that is to say consist of two or more lines that can be shared between every Hero. For instance, the line Sienna uses to answer Markus's remark at the start of one specific level will be the same she uses when reacting to what Bardin says at the start at the same mission. Heroes usually share two lines of dialogue between each other, with sometimes the addition of a third line. Most lines are interchangeable, but some only appear in unique circumstances. Other conversations are character-dependent, and can only happen between the same characters. === Helmgart Act I === ==== [[Righteous Stand]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="10" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Time for a distraction. Are we ready? |[[File:Pes helmgart military intro a 01.ogg]] | |- |We'll make for a fine distraction. Don't we always? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Fighting raki in a ruined city, brings back memories, doesn't it dawri? | | |- |If it's a distraction Lohner wants, that's what he'll have. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |'Make some noise', Lohner said. Has he not heard you glaikit lot clomping around? Noise is what you're good at. | | |- |If a distraction is required, then we shall of course provide. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Viktor |So, Lohner wishes a distraction? We shall of course provide. | | |- |It falls to us to provide a distraction. Very well. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Don't know about you lot, but I'm feeling particularly distracting today. | | |- |Let's get moving, darlings. Lohner wants a distraction. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |I'm glad to pitch in. I don't fancy this tromp across the wall, though. Might get a bit blowy. | | |- |We're the best Lohner had at hand. Always will be, most likely. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |We'll have to go over the walls, dawri. Fancy a climb? | | |- |Long as Lohner keeps the elf loyal, I don't mind what he asks of us. [?] ain't racing anywhere. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |I understand we're approaching along the city wall. What can go wrong with that? | | |- |Ugh, another mayfly town. I'd rather fight for something important. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Viktor |The main approach to the temple is cut. This will be no easy climb. | | |- |The temple cannot be reached by ordinary means. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Doesn't Lohner have other lackeys to do this? I hear the temple's stairs have been cut. | | |- |You want something gone right? You send the best. Seems that's us, darlings. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Could be a tricky one, this. | |All third lines unused |- |Keep your eyes open, the Skaven will be waiting. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |We'll get it done, and get it done right! | | |- |We'll get the job done dawri, by my beard we will! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Let's get this over with. | | |- |Ugh, no point putting it off, I suppose. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Viktor |We have the will, and we shall see our task done. | | |- |Sigmar works with us, guiding us to victory. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Do we have to go all the way to the temple? I can light a fire here! They'll see that for sure. | | |- |Come on! My fires are hungry. | | |- |} ==== [[Convocation of Decay]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="10" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |I hope Lohner's wrong, but what are the chances of that? | | |- |I didn't want to believe it, but my gut tells me there's something wrong here. |[[File:Pes catacombs intro a 02.ogg]] | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |This place stinks of stickness. Hope I don't catch something unpleasant. | | |- |I bet Lohner's on to something. Always is, that one. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |This has the look of a healer's temple well enough. But it stinks of death. | | |- |Lohner is right. There's something amiss here. I can feel it. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Griffon's beak. Stay vigilant! | | |- |Lohner was correct once more, damn his eyes! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |A house of healing. Is it too much to hope it remains such? | | |- |This hospice has seen better days. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Something bad happened here, mates. |[[File:Pes_catacombs_intro_b_01.ogg]] | |- |Stay together. This gives me a bad feeling. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |I've said it before. The goddess of healing should also be a goddess of battle. | | |- |There's trouble afoot in here, dawri. It's too quiet. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |War marches on our lands and pities not the weak. This is no time for pacifism. | | |- |We'll have our answers soon enough, mayflies. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Press on, but with care. This may be a trap. | | |- |There is a mystery within these walls, I will find it! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |A pacifist godess is of no defense when the dark powers come calling. | | |- |Watch your step, darlings. No telling what's ahead. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Time to get to the bottom of this. | | |- |Let's take a look around. Might make me feel better. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Let's get to the bottom of this, dawri. And dole out remonstrance where needed. | | |- |No tallying, dawri. I've a word or twelve to have with whoever's lurking ahead. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |This house of healing conceals the truth. Stay alert, mayflies. | | |- |A healer's hall should be sacrosanct. If we've need, we'll ink that lesson in blood. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |I will have the truth of what happened in this place, count upon it. | | |- |I will have answers from this house of healing. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |To me, my flames! We've work to do. | | |- |I've a good burning in store for anything lurking around these halls. Come on! | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Look at this. Attacking a pacifist order... S: Non-violence isn't a shield, Markus. M: I know, just don't sit right, that's all. S: Don't worry, I have a feeling you'll have the opportunity to vent your anger before we're done. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: This hospice never stood a chance. K: Those without swords seldom do when war reaches their door. V: These are the depths to which the Northlanders stoop. K: And you're telling me you'd stay your blade, simply because your foe was unarmed? V: Heresy is as potent a weapon as any sword. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: Quite a library they have here. V: Healing lore gathered from across centuries, no doubt. M: Had a Shallyan priest attached to my regiment for a time. A wizard with an elixir, he was. And a bonesaw. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: So many books. It's almost impressive, is it not, Kruber? M: No need to take that tone, waywatcher. K: What tone? I merely complimented this fine library. M: Yeah, I heard the words, but I reckon you were being funny. Just because I don't read much. K: (laugh) You really must learn to cultivate some self-esteem, Kruber. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: If Lohner speaks true, madness is on the rise. And heresy with it, I'm sure. S: Not all afflictions end in heresy, Saltzpyre. V: I have been trained to always assume the worst, and by experience, learnt the value of those lessons. Compassion is too often repaid with betrayal. S: I'll bear that in mind. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Heard a tale, not long back. One of Sisters of Shallya lost her mind, slit a bunch of throats and vanished into the wild. B: Lot of madness in the world these days. Didn't used to be this bad. M: It'll get better, Goreksson. B: Aye, maybe. But I can't help wondering... | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: I've heard you mention Shallya before, Kerillian. K: I only repeat what I've seen in dreams. A gilded cage, and a cauldron. She weeps, and her tears fall upon this world like rain. V: Nonsense. Pay her no heed. S: What harm does it do to listen? V: Such have been the last words of many a heretic. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: I still reckon this Shallya of yours could do with a good axe or mallet close to hand. M: She's the patron of healing, Bardin. What healer would smash in skulls? B: One who wants to keep stitching folk up, rather than get stitched up themselves. S: You have to admit, it's a practical suggestion. B: ... at the very least, she could train that dove of hers to go for the eyes. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: These Northlanders worship Nurgle. Foulest of the Dark Gods, from what I hear. V: You should never grade evils, Kruber. For if one is the worst, then you might be tempted to kinship with the least. M: Right you are, sir. (clears throat) This Nurgle. He's pretty bad, just like the rest of 'em. V: Are you mocking me? M: No sir. Perish the thought, sir. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: I loathe followers of Nurgle. K: As do I. They smell revolting. S: Oh, it's not the smell I mind. B: Really, Zharrinn? Then why the dislike? Beyond the obvious, I mean. S: They're invariably so sodden with pus and festering fluids that the fires don't catch. Takes all the fun out of it. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: This makes twisted sense. Nurgle and Shallya are natural enemies. M: One the bringer of plagues, and one the curer of them. V: Like Sigmar, Shallya cleanses corruption, though her methods are... S: Kinder? Compassionate? Empathetic? V: I was going to say 'less effective'. Look around you. We are surrounded by proof. | |} ==== [[Hunger in the Dark]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="2" |First Line |Victor |I shall be glad to get inside the mine. 'Tis cold up here. | | |- |Kerillian |Is this really necessary? Only fun so far is seeing you mayflies shiver in the cold. | | |- |rowspan="4" |Second Line |Bardin |Stop grumbling, dawri. This is bracing, that's all. | | |- |Victor |Inclement weather or not, the Dreisdunkel mine has a poor reputation. Be on your guard. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |At least it should be warmer down there... | | |- |Didn't I hear the mine is cursed? | | |- |rowspan="3" |Third Line |Markus |Turning regular trolls into mutant ones? Bah, I don't even want to know! Let's just end it, right here, right now. | | |- |Kerillian |Perhaps we can learn a trick or two from the sorcerers - stiffen Kruber's wits so he can count up to five? | | |- |Sienna |So they're transforming trolls into bile trolls? Wonder if we can turn Saltzpyre into a human? | | |- |} ==== [[Halescourge]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="5" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Quiet enough walk this far, mates. The pact bastards are late for the party. | | |- |We're getting close mates. Shouldn't we be fighting hordes of pact-pissers by now? | | |- |Kerillian |This feels like a trap | | |- |Victor |So far, so good. Sigmar has guided us here. The rest is down to us. | | |- |Sienna |It's been a bit quiet, darlings. I fell an itch to start burning stuff. Preferably pact-sworn. | | |- |rowspan="5" |Second Line |Markus |Impatient today, eh? I'd offer a rousing chorus of something, but I reckon it'd only make things worse. | | |- |Bardin |Oh, the pact-wazzoks will turn up any second, don't you worry, dawri. | | |- |Kerillian |No need to delay. Death will find us, or it will not. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Don't worry, they'll try to stop us, as always. Never worked yet, won't work now. | | |- |No need to be impatient. I'm sure there'll be carnage enough for all of us. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Well, we've still a sorcerer to have a friendly, stabby chat with. Bring your gift of the gab, mates. And your gift of the stab. | | |- |Righto, mates, we've a sodding sorcerer to off. Good deed of the day and a bit of fun, all in one. | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | S: You know, after all this time I've still no idea how these lifting platforms work. B: Depends, Zharrinn. We favour steam, or water wheels, but there's no reason it couldn't be a treadmill or draught animals... S: ...or slaves? B: Aye, there is that possibility. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: Tell me, Kruber - do you even know how these lifting platforms work? M: Not me. A simple, bluff soldier, me. I keep to the things I know. K: Well, I'm sure it's not a long list. M: Long enough. So many ways to kill a body, be they human, greenskin, ratman... or elf. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Perhaps the good folk of Helmgart should've built on the plains. No need for lifting platforms, then. V: There are greater drives in life than comfort, Fuegonasus. Helmgart overlooks a vital pass. S: Well you can't do much defending if you're out of puff from marching up and down hills. V: The righteous always find a way. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Don't get why the Rotbloods love filth so. V: Because they are degenerate to a man, born only so they may be scourged by the righteous. M: Funny sort of life, that. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Don't know what the fuss is about this sorcerer. Swamp-water for brains, all of them. K: Well Sienna, you'll have to set it boiling, will you not? S: Oh, I'll manage something... artistic... never fear. K: Well I'm certainly looking forward to it. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: I keep hearing you speak of the Weave, Kerillian. But not what it is. K: It is the heart and soul of the world. Its suffering is ours also. M: Funny. I've never noticed anything. K: Or perhaps you merely missed the significance? Make no mistake, you are bound to its fate. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: This Weave you speak of with such reverence. Do you worship it as divine? K: Of course not! V: I am relieved to hear it... K: The Weave transcends the divine. Your 'Sigmar' serves it. As do we all. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: You shouldn't fret about this Weave of yours, wutelgi. Stone walls and sturdy arms will see us safe. K: And when the stone stumbles, dwarf? When the metal rots? When there is no timber to fuel the forges? B: I'll keep fighting, never you fear. K: But will it be a world worth fighting for? | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Does Helmgart's corruption really matter to you, Kerillian? It's just one mayfly town, after all. K: Every moment the blighted garden has purchase on our world, is a moment in which the Weave trembles. S: Then why does this Weave of yours not defend itself? K: It does, Sienna. What purpose do you think I serve? | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Let's hope nothing nasty comes out of [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Axe_Bite_Pass Axe Bite Pass]. Not sure Helmgart's any good for stopping it. S: There's no sense worrying, Markus. We've problems enough here and now. M: Aye, you're right. S: I'm always right. Have you not learned that yet? | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: You know, when this is done, it might be best to fill this lot it and start over. V: I never thought to hear such sentiment from a dwarf. B: Look around, Grimgi. Helmgart's gone. Poisoned. You can avenge it, but that's about the lot. V: Never! The Empire does not concede its territory! | |} === Helmgart Act II === ==== [[Athel Yenlui]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="6" | First Line |Markus |I don't suppose anyone has the first blasted idea where this temple is? |[[File:Pes elven ruins intro a 02.ogg]] | |- |Kerillian |Lohner wasn't wrong. There is a temple, hidden somewhere near. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Let us be on your way. The temple cannot be far. | | |- |This is but one of many elven ruins hidden within the Empire's bounds, or so I understand. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Come on, darlings! This temple isn't going to find itself. | | |- |How far to this temple, do you think? | | |- |rowspan="5" | Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Didn't elves believe in roads? | | |- |Take us ages, forging through this lot. | | |- |Bardin |Is this really the place? Boga! Looks like we're in for a walk. | | |- |Kerillian |This place hails from happier times, before kinstrife and malice soured my people. | | |- |Sienna |Nice little forest. Nicely flammable, too. | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | V: So this was once a stronghold of your people, elf? K: My people? These were not my people. They exiled us, cast us out. So certain of their path, with so little cause. B: I'd leave it, Grimgi. Lot of bad blood between the elven realms. V: So it would appear. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Can you tell us anything of this place, Kerillian? K: Only that it was raised by fools, who sought control over everything else. S: Then these are not the work of your people? K: ''(bitter laugh)'' They are not my people, wizard. Not any more. Ulthuan is a tomb, only no one there knows that they are already dead. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: So much for the endurance of the elves. Look at this place. K: You're one to talk, Dwarf. One little earthquake, and your kind took to hiding amongst the rocks, instead of ruling from atop them. B: Aye, well, we're just biding our time, aren't we? K: Then take my advice: do not hide too long, lest the world also reclaim your lands as it has this place. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: What a mess. Can't see why anyone'd choose to live out here. K: There's nothing more beautiful than nature unbound, sergeant. You should learn to appreciate it. M: I might, if it weren't such hard-going underfoot. What's wrong with a good road, for Taal's sake? K: (laugh) You're a refreshing soul, Kruber. M: Thanks. Wait... That was an insult, wasn't it? | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: I suppose if we hit real trouble, Zharrinn could set that giant tree alight. Be seen from miles around. S: I'll do nothing to that tree, Bardin. Besides, who'd come to help us? B: You have a point, I grant you. M: Knowing our luck, it'd just attract a dragon. Gobble us all up, it would. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: You seem less... cheerful today, Goreksson. B: Yes, well. This is elgi territory, shoddy thought it is. Been a long time since a dawi was welcome here. K: And, unless you show a little more respect, it will be a long time again. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: I wish Kerillian were with us. Her insight might have been useful. M: I asked her. Didn't want to come and was very clear on the matter. S: I know that tone. What did she do, Markus? M: Nothing. But she made it very clear what she'd cut off if I didn't leave her be. B: Oh-ho! The only thing worse than an evasive elgi is one who's ready to slice something off by way of clarity! | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: I've never understood the rift between elves and dwarfs. B: Put it this way. It's not so much the original betrayal that's the problem. Not that we'd forget it. S: ...naturally... B: ...but we could perhaps put it to one side, with the proper amount of grovelling from that Phoenix King of theirs. S: ''(snort)'' Hah! You don't ask for much, do you? | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Do you know much about the elven gods, sir? V: Only that they are degenerates, who bicker amongst themselves instead of opposing the true foe. M: As with the mortals, so with the gods, is that it? V: Indeed. Would that Sigmar could return and show them the error of their ways. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: I don't like the look of this. Wild magic's a dangerous proposition. V: All the more reason for us to put an end to it. S: Couldn't agree more... And how do we do that, exactly? V: A way will present itself. Sigmar favours those who trust to his guidance. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: Way things are going, we could use one of those gods of yours, wutelgi. Any chance of that? K: Those who remain would as gladly skewer a dwarf as a Skaven. B: There's no need for that. K: And how would your vaunted Grimnir look upon my kind? B: With mercy, if you showed deference. K: Deference? (laugh) To a bearded lunatic? B: (growl) On second thoughts, maybe it's best to leave ancestors and gods out of this. K: Aye, indeed. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Who'd have thought an elven temple could exist so deep in the Empire? S: You need to open your eyes, Markus. Many feet walked these forests before our kind. Just as many will after. M: Maybe. Way things are going, I'm not sure how much 'after' there's likely to be. S: There's always something 'after'. We may not live to see it, but life will continue. | |} ==== [[The Screaming Bell]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="3" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |I tire of keeping your precious empire clean of Skaven trinkets, mayflies. | | |- |Why be surprised that skaven worship a bell? Mayflies will bend a knee to anything. | | |- |Victor |Do not take this endeavour lightly. So far we are lucky to have been spared the sorcerous chumes of a Screaming Bell. | | |- |rowspan="3" |Second Line |Kerillian |Well, half of you lot worship a bearded corpse. Personally I think a bell is preferable. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Supposedly it was a great bell that transformed the skaven thus. | | |- |Scholars believe a bell created the skaven, from man's festering hubris. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Third Line |Kerillian |All your rammer, lumberfoots. It's enough to make me long for someone's death. Could be yours or could be mine. | | |- |Victor |Oh, how I'dl like to hear more, but unfortunately, we have pressing matters to attend to. Onwards, ye wonders of intellect and insight. | | |- |} ==== [[Fort BrachsenbrΓΌcke]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="3" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Bardin |A steady pace, that's the trick. No sense getting there out of puff. | | |- |No time for sightseeing. Umgak fortress is probably already in ruins. | | |- |Victor |Make haste! BrachsenbrΓΌcke cannot hold forever! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Second Line |Victor |The road shall guide us there. | | |- |Bardin |Let's hope the road's clear. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Third Line |Bardin |We've not lost to the raki yet, dawri. We won't start here. | | |- |Victor |If Sigmar is with us, we shall arrive in time. | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Have you fought in many sieges, Bardin? B: More than I can count. It's a rare hold that isn't constantly embattled. S: I see. Any tips for survival? B: Keep your head down, watch your back, and have a strong drink close at hand. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: I do not care for sieges. Too much like a cage once you're within the walls. B: I wouldn't worry, wutelgi. It'll be over when we get there, one way or another. K: Aye, but in whose favour? B: Well, I'm here. So ours, of course! | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: If the secret passage is well-hidden, we may need your elf sight to find it. K: Hmph. The ratmen will have sniffed it out by now. V: You may be right, for once. K: ''(imitating Saltzpyre)'' 'For once'? One-Eye, you child ape, sometimes you actually do amuse me. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Never heard of this Fort BrachsenbrΓΌcke. M: Neither have I, but with Helmgart lost and the Reikland on the brink... S: ...even places like that become important. M: That's the army all over, making do with what comes to hand. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: And once again, Lohner sends us off on a fool's errand, while he stays safe. B: It's worked so far, hasn't it? K: I'd still like to drag him out into the real world. Preferably by that ridiculous moustache. B: You're in a fine mood today, wutelgi. Jealous you can't grow your own? | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: So... How old's this Brachsenbur... Brucksenbrech... fort, anyway? V: You think me a repository of knowledge on this corner of the Empire, Bardin? B: Aye, why not? V: I'm afraid I know little enough. There are thousands of such keeps in Sigmar's realm. I cannot be expected to know them all. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Funny, I don't think of the ratmen as being siege-canny. A knife in the back or the bowels is more their way. V: Then you misjudge them, Kruber. The ratmen are fearsome in sieges - most often clawing their way in from below. M: Aye, always with that damn digging... I hate sieges. Bloody bother. V: I prefer to judge them as crucibles, in which the righteous are forged. M: Of course you do sir. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Do your folk have fortresses, elf? K: Not as you'd understand them. The living world is our fortress, and we shape it to our need. M: So we're talking trees? K: Not only trees, but rivers, mountains and the wings of the storms. Nothing forged by men can compare. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: Why are we off to some lumberfoot bastion? Shouldn't we focus on the pact-sworn gate? S: If the fort falls, there's no place for the refugees of Reikland to go... unless you'd prefer we invite them all to our Keep? K: Make haste to the fort mayflies! By the gods of star and shadow, it must hold! | |} Upon reaching the river: {| class="wikitable" | S: Can you swim, Bardin? B: Of course, if the need is there. No sense getting too friendly with water. S: Actually there is, in some cases. B: Aye? Like... when? S: Fine. You need a bath, Bardin. You still stink of troll guts. Not tomorrow, but tonight. Please. | |} ==== [[Into the Nest]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="10" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |You reckon the Skavens will fall for this again, mates? | | |- |Can we really get the Skavens to turn on each other again? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |I'm not usually one for sneaking around, but killing the leader usually works wonders with raki. | | |- |He wants us sneaky this time? Where's the fun in that? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Cutting off a rat's head has always been the best way to keep his foul tail from twitching. | | |- |Tricking Skaven? Easier than filling a dwarf, you'll see. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Our deed shall provoke anarchy amongst the fractious ratmen. | | |- |We shall bring flame to disorder's fuse. Internal strife will ripple through the skaven ranks. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Provoking the ratties to self-destructive mischief? Sounds like fun. | | |- |Turn the ratties on themselves? I'll enjoy this one. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |My hat's off to Lohner for this one. How in Taal's name did he know where this warlord lurks? | | |- |Lohner's good at finding opportunities, I'll give him that. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Lohner's plan is sound. It's worked countless times before, and neither this one or Ubersreik will be the last. | | |- |Not much glory in fighting raki. Kill the leader and we can be done with it. It's a good plan. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Come on then, mayflies. Even you should have the hang of it by now. | | |- |Except for the stealthy lumberfoots part, this seems a sensible plan. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Lohner's plan is perfectly judged. It falls flawlessly with everything I know of the ratmen. | | |- |It is a good plan. When we defeated the grey seer in Γbersreik, Clan Fester turned on itself and scattered to the winds. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Brings back fine memories of the ratties slaughtering one another in Γbersreik. | | |- |I doubt the results will be as spectacular as in Γbersreik. I think we'll need to kill an even bigger ratty for this one. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Well, here goes nothing. | | |- |Oh, sneaking, hey? We'll see about that. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Here we go, dawri! Step quietly. | | |- |Onwards dawri, onwards! But, keep it down, eh? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Aye, just try not to wake the whole nest, lumberfoots. | | |- |Can we get moving then? Before the Skaven die of old age. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Subtlety will serve us better than bloodshed. Remember that. | | |- |We should try to avoid rousing the entire nest. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |I warn you: my flames are anything but subtle. | | |- |As long as I get to scorch them whiskers to tail, I'm a happy woman. | | |- |} === Helmgart Act III === ==== [[Against the Grain]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="6" |First Line |Markus |Hurry up! We've honest folk to rescue. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |No tarrying dawri, these captives need us, and the kazaki'dum need a stomping. | | |- |A rescue mission eh? That's the work of heroes, dawri! | | |- |Kerillian |What's a few mayflies worth anyway? We're wasting time here, lumberfoots. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Not much difference between a farmer and a soldier when the land's overrun. | | |- |We'll save who we can, but I'm not hopeful. | | |- |rowspan="6" |Second Line |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Never understood why a manling farm is so wildly spread. Makes them vulnerable. | | |- |This way to the farms, dawri. | | |- |Kerillian |Mark my words. We'll find only corpses on these farms, mayflies. | | |- |Victor |I do not expect to find many still alive. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |I promise you this, darlings: I'll avenge every death. | | |- |Those we can't save, we'll avenge a dozen times over. | | |- |rowspan="4" |Third Line |Bardin |Folks need saving, looks like a job, well, for us, dawri. | | |- |Victor |The enemy has sinister plans for the prisoners they take. In turn, I have plans for the enemy. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |'Farmer' and 'victim' are counted much the same around here. 'Soldier' isn't much better. | | |- |Well, we're here to do what we can, so I say less prattle, and more pyromancy, alright? | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | M: I grew up on a farm like this. Gone now, thanks to the vermin. K: A fine upbringing. Close to the land is close to the Weave. Who knows, Kruber. Perhaps you're marked by it? M: What does that mean? ...Hey, I asked you a question. S: (laugh) Give it up, she'll not answer. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Waste of good livestock, rotting in the fields. By folks had a herd of Talabec cows. Lovely breed. K: Let me guess. They raised you as one of their own? B: That's... ''(laughs)'' that's why we never see him when the moons are full! He's out mooing for his lost kin! K: ''(laughs)'' M: ''(grumbles)'' Last time I tell the two of you anything. K: Why of course, your bovine majesty. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: These farmers pay their taxes. Where are the Empire's armies? V: They fight and die elsewhere. S: Most likely for some elector count's wounded pride. K: If you don't mind me saying so Sienna, you're taking this all rather personally. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Where are the regiments? The cannons? This ain't supposed to happen. Not here. B: No safe lands these days, Azumgi. S: Doubt there ever were. B: Well, aren't you a little thundercloud today? | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Give me one regiment, just one, and I'll get these poor devils justice. B: What are you talking about, Azumgi? I'm worth at least a hundred manlings! V: He was talking of war, Goreksson, not a drinking contest. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: Many lives have been lost, but you don't feel a shred of sorrow, do you? K: Ha! The scourge of heretics lectures me on compassion? V: Someone should. K: So you'd fight for my kind, if they needed you? S: If I judged their cause righteous? Yes. K: Then it's well they should never have need of you, isn't it? | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: You cannot blame yourself for this. We came as swiftly as we could. B: I don't. I blame the Northlanders. They all shall burn! M: Too good for 'em, if you ask me. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: I hate to say it sir, but this shouldn't have happened. What's the Empire coming to? V: These are dark times, sergeant. Perhaps the darkest. M: You don't believe Kerillian's nonsense about dreams? V: Of course not. But Lohner's contacts bring reports from all over. They are worrisome. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: I was warned that certainty would lead me astray. Now see what my actions have wrought. V: Certainty begets firm action. K: Indeed, but firm action slithers a brood all of its own. Only a fool could claim to know their ambitions. V: Speaking in riddles again, elf. K: Then ignore me. It's better for us both. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: You've changed your tune, Kerillian. K: How so? S: When we arrived, you couldn't wait to abandon the farmers to their fates. What changed? K: I don't like slavers. S: But surely there's more to it. K: Is that not reason enough? | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Ubersreik, Helmgart, Ussingen... where does this end? V: In blood and fire. The Empire will be reforged, as so many times before. S: Or it'll fail. V: Not while I have my strength. S: ''(sigh)'' Nor mine, I suppose. But just once I'd like numbers to be on our side, not theirs. V: Let the Northlanders bring their legions - they cannot prevail for Sigmar is with us! | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: If Ussingen is burning, this is worse than we thought. K: Worse than you thought, perhaps. I have no such illusions. B: Allow me a little hope, wutelgi. K: ''(sigh)'' What's the point? The Dark Gods have come. Hope is a poor shield against such fortune. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Bugger! Where's our bloody armies? No doubt settling some border squabble somewhere. V: I... there is some truth in what you say, I suspect. K: Is that a concession, One-Eye? V: I have never claimed that riches and righteousness go hand-in-hand. Indeed, the two seldom shelter one soul. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Bugger! Where's our bloody armies? No doubt settling some border squabble somewhere. V: I... there is some truth in what you say, I suspect. K: Is that a concession, One-Eye? V: I have never claimed that riches and righteousness go hand-in-hand. Indeed, the two seldom shelter one soul. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: These are bleak times, Kruber. M: I see. Well you don't need to worry about me. I'm in this to the end. V: Good, Kruber, good. You restore my faith. As long as there are men like you and I, the Empire will never fall. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Bugger! Where's our bloody armies? No doubt settling some border squabble somewhere. V: I... there is some truth in what you say, I suspect. K: Is that a concession, One-Eye? V: I have never claimed that riches and righteousness go hand-in-hand. Indeed, the two seldom shelter one soul. | |} ==== [[Empire in Flames]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- | rowspan="4" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Let's find that manor, dawri. And if a few necks present themselves for chopping, so much the better. | | |- |So, we look for a manor filled with the spoils of war. Sounds simple enough. | | |- |Kerillian |So, we look for a manor filled with the spoils of war. Sounds simple enough. | | |- |Sienna |Destroy northlander supplies and Baron Francke's manor in one strike? (laugh) Best plan in ages. | | |- |rowspan="4" | Second Line |rowspan="2" | Victor |We will destroy every scrap, depend on it. | | |- |We're getting close. If the baron's alive, he and I shall have serious words. | | |- |rowspan="2" | Sienna |By the Eight, the Rotbloods shan't profit from their slaughter! | | |- |The northlanders shan't keep us from their supplies. | | |- |rowspan="6" | Third Line |Markus |A future of vicious street-fighting while searching for plunder. It's like the good old days. | | |- |rowspan="2" | Bardin |Time to pay for what you've stolen, kazaki'dum! | | |- |Let the kazaki'dum try to stop me! They're not keeping their stolen grain! | | |- |Victor |To Ussingen! The Northlanders shall not keep what they have stolen! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Time for a dance, darlings. Choose your partners with care. | | |- |Kill all you can. Win or lose, they won't forget this day. | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | B: So what's this town famous for? K: Famous? Not to speak ill of the dead, but it's a nothing town in a backwater realm. B: Everything's famous for something, wutelgi. You should show more - M: Cheese. K: I should show more cheese? Has all that ale finally rotted your brain, Kruber? M: Ussingen's famous for its cheese. Or was, anyway. Had a beautiful red colour. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Your duties ever bring you here, sir? V: Some years ago. An accusation of witchcraft. M: Suppose that makes sense. S: Let me guess, you burned the poor soul. V: Not at all. Baron Francke levelled the accusation to cover up his adulteries. It was a poor deception. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: I came through Ussingen years ago, donβt really remember much about it. K: And I doubt youβll recognize it now. M: Thatβs a real nice sentiment that, real nice. K: What? I meant it as reassurance. M: Itβs your tone, hard to read. K: At least I don't speak as if I've a mouth full of pebbles. M: Is that supposed to be reassuring too?! | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: You alright, Azumgi? M: I will be, once I get my hands on the bastards that did this. B: Aye, wrath's boiling in your veins. M: Hundreds died here. Cut down like wheat. Tortured. B: Well, can't beat a good bakrazroth to even the odds. Do what you must, Azumgi, I'll watch your back! | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: You're uncharacteristically quiet, elf. K: And you as vocal as ever. What would you have me say? V: A guilty expression haunts your eyes. Perhaps a confession would ease your burden? K: I have nothing to confess to you. V: But something to confess, all the same? K: Regrets are for mayflies, and my penance is my own. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: So much destruction... B: This is only a foretaste of what the Northlanders intend for the Empire. S: Part of me wishes I could have set these fires. To see it all burn. B: But you control that part, do you not zharrin? S: With a fist of iron. But sometimes iron melts. | |} {| class="wikitable" |+ |K: Typical scunners. No purpose, no strategy. Even the ratmen wanted Ubersreik for their own. This is slaughter for its own sake. V: Oh? So the tales I hear of the elven realms at daggers drawn, of bloodlines sundered by unspeakably cruel deeds? Mere stories? K: That's different. It's family. It's always different with family. V: Yes. Isn't it so? | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: The supplies will be under heavy guard. Are we ready for a fight? B: You know me, Azumgi. I'm always ready for a fight. K: Didn't seem that way at Morgensloft. B: Took me by surprise, didn't it? Don't fret, dawri. They'd never have gotten me in one of them cages. K: They'd never have fitted you in one of those cages. Never was the phrase 'stout fellow' so apt. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: This town was sold from within. My every instinct cries it out. B: Bribery, you reckon? V: Yes. That or worse. M: You don't sound surprised. V: I'd fulfill my duties poorly if surprised by common venality. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: First time I've burned a granary, which I suppose this is. M: Not me. A tussle on the Averland-Stirland border. Militant halflings. The shorties don't fight so well when they're hungry. B: What about you, wutelgi? K: No. No granaries. More supply wagons than I can count. But I prefer a moving target. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Feels good, using fire to starve them out. B: Shame you couldn't set them burning by yourself, zharrin. S: Do you want to see me explode, Bardin? I had a gaggle of enemies to fight. B: No, not at all. So if you wouldn't mind calming down - your hair's burning awful bright again. | |} {| class="wikitable" |+ |K: At least the trees have survived. M: The trees? The trees?! ...Hundreds dead, and you're happy for the trees? V: Careful, Kruber. There's no victory in this for you. M: The trees? (mutter) Every time I think she might have a blessed heart... | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: Baron Franke of Ussingen. Now he was a bankrupt soul. M: Right, the rich and the beautiful. V: Not so rich now. I offered him a choice: half of his fortune to the Church of Sigmar for abusing his mistress, or taking her seat on a witch's pyre. He chose wisely. M: Thought I knew a bit about Witch Hunters, but... you can really do that? V: Strangely enough, no one questioned me. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: The whole region seems to have suffered terribly. We'll see them avenged, Azumgi, you and me. M: Yeah. Thanks. B: Ha! We're drengbarazi, you and I. Brothers in battle, if not blood. Your grudge is mine also. | |} ==== [[Festering Ground]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="10" | First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Do you ever feel like we're test subjects for Lohner and Olesya's plans? Always, untried, first-time stuff for us. | | |- |So, the monolith of Ghulmagak, eh? Bit of a mouthful. And yeah, if the plan fails, bit of a handful. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |I don't trust rock that doesn't break when you hit it proper. I'm sticking to Olesya's plan, dawri. | | |- |Lots of weirdness in Olesya's plan, but at least we're not likely to miss our target. No hiding a mountain under a rug. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Scunners, mayflies, they all come and go in an instant. If Olesya's plan is solid, we'll just send this one off again. | | |- |The monolith's only a thousand years old? Barely an eyeblink, mayflies. Now, Olesya's plan - you did pay attention? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |A tainted relic in the Empire's heartland? My blood seethes. I pray Olesya's theory is sound. | | |- |A thousand years, this monolith has tainted imperial land. Unthinkable! The crone's method better work! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Never seen a monolith with a soul in it before. Could be interesting. Knowing our luck, probably just disgusting. | | |- |So, the monolith of Ghulmagak. Indestructible. But blessed Olesya found a way, I hope. | | |- |rowspan="10" | Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Aye, her plan is as weird as it's simple. Hack enough of those icky 'buboes' to bits and it'll somehow bury that old dung-spitter. |[[File:Pes nurgle intro b 01.ogg]] | |- |Yeah, I got it. Smash the buboes in the Monolith's outgrowth, and we're golden. Should we have time to escape, that is. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Aye, the plan. Bursting B...bubbles? No, buboes! Strangest way I've ever heard of to cause a cave-in. | | |- |Disgusting dumi buboes have no business making good rock tremble. I'm only touching them 'cause it's doing the world a the service | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |I trust her observations, and I trust her plan. Attack the 'buboes' until the cavern is about to collapse, then make our way out. Simple enough, lumberfoots. | | |- |Aye, the plan. If you mayflies deviate from it, you're on your own. Then gods help you should you lumber into my path. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Her plan makes twisted sense. The monolith is newly awakened and vulnerable. Its 'buboes' are still exposed. | | |- |Have faith! For the time being, Sigmar guides even our wicked crone. Destroying the 'buboes' will do what she promised. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Well, according to her information, the 'buboes' of the monolith's outgrowth are exposed in this early stage. They are our targets. | | |- |According to her spy runs, the so-called buboes will unsettle the monolith when damaged. And that's how we bury the filthy thing. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Bardin |'Outgrowth' and 'Buboes'? Doesn't sound like ale and <abbr title="'The art of cooking Troll'">kulgur</abbr> to me, dawri, but we've faced worse. Let's go drengbarazi! | |Triggered by second lines mentioning "outgrowth" and "buboes". |- |You know, these Nurgle dumi, they're always happy to interrupt the killing fun with an unworldly stench or sight for sore eyes. Kruting killjoys, every rotten one of them. | | |} ==== [[The War Camp]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="9" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |I'm not sure this will be as easy as Lohner made it out to be. |[[File:Pes chaos war camp intro a 02.ogg]] | |- |Walking into a northlander camp and killing a Champion. Lohner made it sound as easy as making breakfast. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Well, dawri. We've a real challenge this time, and no mistake. | | |- |Champions can be a bit of a bother sometimes. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |I'm not dying in a marsh. | | |- |With a score of kin by my side, that Champion would already be dead. But with you lot? Ugh. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |We have a Champion to vanquish. An enemy far superior to the usual rabble we slaughter. | | |- |Slaughter a Champion in the heart of his camp? A true test of faith and mettle. | | |- |Sienna |Come on darlings. We've a Champion to demolish... If we can. | |"If we can" only in the subtitles. |- |rowspan="8" |Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Well, I'm just pleased with how furious we've made this gig. | | |- |You're a barrel of laughs today, ain't you? Focus on the positives, like no crowds in the camp? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |No sense being downcast! What's a battle-crazed rotblood between friends? | | |- |It's not even a full camp, drengbarazi! Are we not mighty? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |This is an opportunity we must seize. The fiend will never be more vulnerable. | | |- |The Champion has lowered his guard by lashing out in anger. It shall be his last mistake. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Don't let it worry you darling. I'll just torch everyone in the camp. That should do it. | | |- |Northlanders burn. What more do you want? | | |- |rowspan="10" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Aye, it's another day at work, folks. Let's get to the killing. | | |- |After all, what can possibly go wrong? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Come along! Sooner we're done sooner we can have a well-deserved ale! And beer! Or a jug of wine. With brandy of course. | | |- |Let's fall forward. The camp can't be far. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Indeed, why worry? Your life's so short you'll hardly miss it anyway. | | |- |My ears tire, lumberfoots. And the pact-sworn haven't even started caterwauling. Let's go. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |There is nothing to fear, so long as we keep to our courage. | | |- |Stout hearts and steady sword-arms will see us victorious. Sigmar wills it! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |By Volans! Are you lot going to prattle all day? Talk with violence and force. | | |- |Talk talk talk! We've killing to do! | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | B: Do you like the huts, wutelgi? You should ask Lohner for one of your own. K: Do you want rid of me, master dwarf? B: Just thought you'd like some peace and quiet, that's all. Spare us your singing too. K: And what's wrong with my singing? B: Well..., it lacks body... too thin... and reedy. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: It is plain that the Rotbloods feel some kinship with the swamp. M: Reminds 'em of home, perhaps. V: Tis more than that. I suspect it lies at the root of their heresy. M: How'd you mean? V: There lies only a short step between venerating the swamp, and worshipping cursed deities. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Ugh! Why do the Rotbloods love this swamp so? K: In my experience, scunners and even you mayflies will worship anything. Even a patch of filthy water. S: Not all of us. K: Please. You call upon past wizards as your touchstone. Wizards you know nothing about save their names. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: We are few, they are many, but still you manlings press on, almost like dawi! M: I take the risk willingly, Bardin. Someone needs to strike a blow for Ussingen. B: Thinking on your folks, Azumgi? M: No. I avenged them back in Ubersreik. But what about the dead who have no one to fight for 'em? B: They have us, Azumgi. They have us. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: You saw that tree. Our foes harness terrible sorceries. S: Oh they're practiced in rot and decay, but they'll burn just the same. M: Warms my heart to hear you say so. S: Oh I warm everything, Markus... and then I set it on fire. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: Did you see that travesty back there? M: I did. Poor sods strung up from that tree. It ain't right. K: I'm not talking about the mayflies. M: Then what? K: The tree! Poor thing, twisted and knocked out by dark magic. M: Some days you're... you're a struggle, elf. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: Don't much like swamps, I don't mind telling you. S: You should try Tilea. One big swamp. B: The whole country? S: All of it. The land, the people, the food. I've never bathed so much in my life. And still the stink of it lingered for weeks. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: This is a miserable swamp, and no mistake. K: You call this a swamp? You should see the Mires of [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Modryn Modryn], back in Athel Loren. M: Deep, are they? K: Not so much 'deep' as 'hungry'. M: Think I might give that a miss, if it's all the same to you. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: You realise, of course, that this is but one of the Rotblood camps? B: Didn't think we could be lucky enough for it to be otherwise. Might be the largest though. V: Yes, and not only does it house the accursed Champion, it's also the closest to Helmgart. If we are to meet with success, we must thin that town's defenders. B: Aye, that sounds about right. Better get on with the killing. Eh, Grimgi? | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: Now, remember: if I fall in the mire, be sure to haul me out, sharpish. M: Afraid of a little mud, Bardin? B: I'm not as tall as the rest of you, Azumgi. One false step and I'll be in over my head. It's not dignified. M: [laughs] | |} === Helmgart Finale === ==== [[The Skittergate]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="5" |First Line |Markus |Right mates, we have a Skittergate to go through, and sabotage. And as it starts to blow up, use it again to go back. Good plan. | | |- |Bardin |Well, dawri. I didn't expect a trip to the far north to be on today's activity list. Not by Skaven <abbr title="'Shoddy object'">umgak</abbr>, anyway. | | |- |Kerillian |I am truly speechless. This planet... ah... no, I'll be quiet. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Through all my years, never have I agreed to such a demented borderline heretical, travesty of a plan. | | |- |Have they lost all sense? Have I lost all sense, doing this? Using a skaven portal? Twice! | | |- |rowspan="4" |Second Line |Bardin |Ey, what's with the doom and gloom? We've worked hard for this. Enjoy it. While it lasts. | | |- |Kerillian |We all had ample time to back out of this, but we're past the point of no return... unless you're a coward. | | |- |Victor |They were clear on the matter. To truly defeat the Skittergate, we must use it to enter Norsca. Sigmar will protect us. | | |- |Sienna |It truly seems to be the only way. And we'll get to rob and kill this Gatekeeper lummox. Could be fun. | | |- |} ==== [[A Quiet Drink]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: You know, I never wanted to be a witch hunter... | |- |M: Is that right, sir? Had a particular career in mind? | |- |V: A steam tank driver. Think of it! Crushing all in my path! | |- |M: Sounds lovely. Oi, maybe there's a wheelbarrow we could borrow? | |- |V: It wouldn't be the same... It won't have a whistle. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: IMITATES A STEAM TANK'S WHISTLE||[[File:Victor drunk 1.ogg]] | |- |S: What are you doing, Saltzpyre? | |- |V: I'm a steam tank. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You should have another drink, Markus. You're too sober... | |- |M: Ain't been proprely sober in twenty years, Sienna. Helps me forget. And I'll tell you another thing... | |- |S: What's that, dear Markus? You can tell me. | |- |M: It helps me forget. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Never took you for a drinker, Kerillian. | |- |K: This? This is nothing. I'm perfectly... thing... You know. Sober. | |- |M: Sure you are. Then so was Bardin the time he drank the Red Moon's cellar dry. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I shall now sing a song to keep our spirits up. | |- |V: No, master dwarf, you shall not. | |- |B: No appreciation for music, Saltzpyre. You have a tin ear. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Just you watch yourself, azumgi. We don't want a repeat of what happened at that coaching tavern. | |- |M: The Orc and Feather? You make too much of that. Those girls were just friendly, that's all. | |- |B: Friendly? They were fixing to cut your throat and offer you up to some unspeakable god! | |- |M: And I still say it might have been worth it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: We've seen some times, haven't we Zharrin? | |- |S: So we have... I must say, I never thought I'd take to a dwarf, but you're a fine fellow. | |- |B: Why thank you. You're not so bad yourself. If a little taller than good manners dictate. | |- |S: Not much to be done about that, I'm afraid. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: I hate to say this Saltzpyre, but we've much in common. No one likes us, for starters. | |- |V: Not so! I am well-respected! | |- |K: By who? Name one? | |- |V: Valiant Kruber. | |- |K: Name one who isn't lying. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Master dwarf. I wanted to thank you for saving me from that troll at Ussingen - and after I said such unkind things about the Queen of Karak Norn. | |- |B: Thanks? You must be drunk. Think nothing of it. A dawi's duty, is all. | |- |V: Of course. I never did find out who shoved me into its lair... | |- |B: (cough) A raki blackfur did it. Ask Kruber, he'll tell you. I hope. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: I miss my horse. He was so beautiful... And wise... | |- |S: Oh, she's gone. I didn't know you had a horse. Didn't you come to Ubersreik by carriage, back in the day? | |- |K: Aye, and a good thing too. If the skaven hadn't eaten him, Bardin would have. | |- |S: True. He did roast Lohner's donkey. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You know, wutelgi, you're not bad for a stuck-up, prancing, ill-mannered, skinny streak of flesh. | |- |K: And you're a tolerable dwarf, despite the smell, the singing and that excruciating accent. Did I mention the smell? | |- |B: Aye, but we could both be worse. | |- |K: True enough. Look at the humans! | |- |} === Shadows Over BΓΆgenhafen === ==== [[The Pit]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Typical mayfly hovel.. | |- |M: Wouldn't hurt you to say something nice once in a while, Kerillian. | |- |K: About this place? I think not. | |- |M: About anything. Or any of us. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Bogenhafen has ever been a center of trade. It is said that more gold passes through these warehouses than the Altdorf treasury. | |- |M: Not surprising. I mean a like Karl Franz, he seems a fair man, with a nice taste in hats. But he's a penny-pincher. | |- |V: Kruber, still your treacherous tongue! | |- |M: I'm just saying if we all had fancy magic swords like his, we'd sort these Northlanders out in no time. But then, he'd have fewer hats, wouldn't he? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Only in the Empire could a wealthy town have so many starving mouths. | |- |V: Not so. Have you never traveled to Bretonnia? | |- |K: 'Better than Bretonnia' isn't the triumph you might think. | |- |M: Yeah, but no one wants to be 'worse than Bretonnia', do they? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Bogenhafen has a poor reputation. I had always believed it peasant jealousy, until now. | |- |M: Yeah, funny how the penniless resent the wealthy, isn't it? | |- |S: There's more to life than money, Markus. | |- |M: So I hear. Let me know when you find out what this, yeah? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: This is more than mere pestilence. The Dark Gods hang heavy over Bogenhafen. | |- |M: Hanging heavy everywhere lately. Or have you not noticed things have gone a bit twitchy? | |- |K: I have been scratching, it's true. But I thought that was lice escaping from Bardin's beard. | |- |B: Oi! I heard that! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Kruber, know that I consider you amongst the least annoying mayflies that I have not yet slain. | |- |M: You what? Is that a threat? | |- |K: A compliment. Lohner said I should try to be more 'nice.' | |- |M: Yeah? Well, still a ways to go on that one. Keep at it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: The Black Hook. Used to be a power in Reikland, 'til they got sloppy. | |- |S: What happened? | |- |M: No one really knows. But I heard tales of a botched raid on Helmgart's treasury. Things went a bit quiet after that. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: It pains me that scum such as the Black Hook make profit from brigandage and thievery. | |- |S: Oh? Perhaps your lot should spend less time hassling poor old women, and more time on bandits. | |- |V: Such is not our calling. Our skills would be wasted on mundane matters. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Feels good to be burning something, doesn't it Saltzpyre? | |- |V: Flames do lend themselves to purification, it is true. | |- |S: You old dog! You'll make me blush. | |- |V: What... I don't... silence, witch! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Are you happy now that we've set fire to something, Sienna? | |- |S: Delighted, darling. Can we do it again? | |- |K: I'm sure more opportunities will present themselves. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Blimey! Bit exciting thereabouts, isn't it sir? | |- |V: The world seethes with challenge for righteous souls. | |- |M: I don't mind that sir. Just wish it'd leave ME alone for a bit, if you follow. | |- |V: What would you prefer? The challenges imposed by the world, or those I would set you if you showed weakness!? | |- |M: Ah... do you need an answer right away? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Blimey! Bit exciting thereabouts, isn't it sir? | |- |V: The world seethes with challenge for righteous souls. | |- |M: I don't mind that sir. Just wish it'd leave ME alone for a bit, if you follow. | |- |V: What would you prefer? The challenges imposed by the world, or those I would set you if you showed weakness!? | |- |M: Ah... do you need an answer right away? | |- |} ==== [[The Blightreaper]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |First Line |Markus |Never heard of a sword spreading plague before. | | |- |Second Line |Bardin |Can't let this stand, dawri. BΓΆgenhafen shouldn't suffer because of an addled runesmith. | | |- |Third Line |Markus | Sooner we've got the bloody thing from Father Kraussman, the happier I'll be. | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Next time Lohner wants us to go into a sewer, I've a mind to refuse. | |- |M: Yes, wouldn't want those dainty elf feet getting all wet, would we? | |- |K: And how are your feet, Kruber? | |- |M: Soaked through and miserable. Thanks for asking. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I have heard of this Grungi Ironheart, forger of the Blightreaper. His name graces a list of pernicious foes. The Order will have... words with him, if he lives. | |- |S: Words, Saltzpyre? That doesn't sound like you. | |- |V: Oh, there would not be many. And I doubt we would hear them uttered, once the fire took hold. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So this Grungi Ironheart - was he just mad, or a proper deviant? | |- |B: Rotten as they come, zharrin. I shall say no more. | |- |S: Oh come on, you can't leave it that. Details, Bardin. I like a bit of gossip. | |- |B: I've already said more than I should. I'll be in trouble enough if they find out back home. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: To think we reckoned this began in the slums. Goes to show, Lohner doesn't always know everything. | |- |S: Lohner's too cagey with information. It'll cost him one day. | |- |B: Aye, but not today, eh zharrin? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Ubersreik, Helmgart, BΓΆgenhafen. Whole bloody Empire's falling into the soup. | |- |B: Did someone mention soup? I could use a morsel of food to keep my spirits up. | |- |K: You wouldn't want this particular broth, Goreksson. It's got mayflies in it. | |- |B: Oh well. Never mind. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Doesn't pay to be your friend, does it Grimgi? | |- |V: The path of the righteous is fraught with danger. | |- |B: Aye, that's why I carry a big, heavy weapon, so I can give danger a good clout if it happens by. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: You ever make it to Bogenhafen before, sir? | |- |V: Indeed. Father Kraussmen and I purged a witch's coven that laired beneath the Gottenplatz. | |- |S: Real witches, Saltzpyre? Or the convenient kind? | |- |V: I'm sure don't know what you mean. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | V: Kraussman was not always a priest. He served the Order for many years. M: Really? Why'd he give it up, sir? V: Some notion of raising folk up to be better, I understand. Too many of my kind grow soft in old age. We templars are hard, but with reason. It is a hard world. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: We cannot fail now. BΓΆgenhafen's deaths must have purpose. K: Is that a note of concern I hear, Saltzpyre? V: Of pragmatism, elf. There are too few righteous souls in the world. Their efforts should not be wasted. K: We'll do what we can. But there are no guarantees. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Did I hear that right? There are seven Chaos Runeswords? V: Seven is the rumoured number, but the truth is unverified. The only other seen in the Empire - at least to my knowledge - was borne by the necromancer [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Dieter_Helsnicht Helsnicht]. M: Blimey. Rotbloods and ratmen were bad enough. Don't want to fret about undead as well. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: I shall now sing a song to keep our spirits up. V: No, master dwarf, you shall not. B: No appreciation for music, Saltzpyre. You have a tin ear. K: And a heart of stone. But just this once, I agree with him. | |} === The Curse of Drachenfels === ==== [[Old Haunts]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: It's just as well you're not a steam tank, Saltzpyre. We'd never get you up this hill. | |- |V: I'm sure that I have no idea what you're talking about. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Odd how we keep revisiting old triumphs, eh wutelgi? First Uberseik, now this. | |- |K: Not really. Our deeds have bound us to these places. | |- |B: Is that so? Doesn't sound good. | |- |K: There's nothing to fear, Bardin... as long as we don't die here. | |- |} ==== [[Blood in the Darkness]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Look at those crow's cages. How many captives have they held down here? | |- |M: Most of this looks old to me. Probably dates back to the Great Enchanter's days. | |- |V: How many times must I tell you, Kruber? There never was a Great Enchanter. | |- |M: Let's hope you're right. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Living in this castle's blasted shadow is a test of righteousness... or perhaps common sense. | |- |S: So you're saying common sense and religion are seldom aligned? | |- |V: Stop twisting my words! You know precisely what I meant! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Saltzpyre's convinced that Drachenfels is a myth. Kerillian and Kruber are equally convinced he's real. What about you? | |- |B: Me? I don't believe in anything I can't hit with an axe. That proof remains out standing. | |- |S: So how do you reconcile the existence of wind? | |- |B: I can hit the wind right enough. But it's cowardly, and parts beneath the blow. | |- |S: Oh. I see. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Castle Drachenfels has its foundations in good stone. Have the dwarfs never tried to claim it? | |- |B: Not to my knowledge. This whole stretch of mountain has a bleak reputation. Gromril would draw us near, but nothing less. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Cages seem to provoke a particularly personal ire with you, Kerillian. | |- |K: Aye. I was born free, and I will die the same way. | |- |S: Now that's a sentiment I can agree with. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Have you ever been held captive yourself, Kruber? Other than, you know, by the ratmen. | |- |M: Well there was the debtor's jail... | |- |K: Ah, I see. Say no more. | |- |M: That drunken rampage in Nuln... and Wurtbad... and Waldenhof... and that thing with the sheep... | |- |K: Enough! Please just leave me with my illusions. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: These stones are cold. As if evil were embedded deep in their very being. | |- |M: I know what you mean. There's something about this place. Like it's watching our every move. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Word of advice, Saltzpyre. Have a word with Catrinne. | |- |V: Lohner's artist. Why? What is she to me? | |- |M: It's not what she is to you, but what you are to her. If you take my meaning. | |- |V: I don't follow. | |- |V: Yeah, I can see that. So the poor thing's an optimist, on top of everything else. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Does Oleysa seem a bit distracted to you? | |- |K: Ha! She never seems anything but. I think the Weaves trouble her, as they trouble us all. | |- |S: Yes, but she's started smiling. Scared me to death the first time I saw it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Been a funny few years, hasn't it? How long have we been doing this? | |- |S: Oh, I'm not answering that. It'll make me feel even older. | |- |M: Even older than what? | |- |S: Shut up, Markus. | |- |} ==== [[The Enchanter's Lair]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Did you see the size of those spiderwebs? | |- |S: I'm more concerned about the size of the spiders. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Did I hear you say you'd seen Drachenfels, Kerillian? Back in Parravon? | |- |K: It couldn't have been anyone else. You never mistake that manner of evil. | |- |M: No shortage of evil in the world. Filled to the bloody brim with it, we are. | |- |K: This was different. It was Old. I pray you never see it for yourself, Kruber. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So what's Parravon like? | |- |K: You've never been? | |- |M: Only time I've been to Bretonnia was while campaigning. Bit of loot and pillage. Good times. | |- |K: Really? Me too. We should compare notes. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So many stories about this place. Poison feasts. Undead. Daemons. Wasn't there some kind of play set and performed here? | |- |V: If there was, it would've been banned, and the playwright assiduously questioned with pointed and invasive techniques. | |- |S: Hypothetically speaking, of course. | |- |V: Yes. If you like. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: So, One-Eye. If Constant Drachenfels is a myth, why does speaking of him bother you so? | |- |V: There are horrors enough in this world without inventing more. | |- |K: Aye, that makes a good excuse. It might even stop people believing and following his example. For a time. Until he returns. | |- |V: I think this conversation has reached its conclusion, don't you? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Some of this looks how I remember it, but the rest? Baffling, is what it is. | |- |S: It's a simple enough enchantment, Markus. A bit of Grey magic and a smidge of Gold. Devious comes naturally to some. | |- |M: But not you, huh? | |- |S: 'Course not. Fire plays no games, and has no favorites. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I'd have thought this would make a good border fortress for the Empire. | |- |V: Perhaps it might, but for its reputation. Even if we purged every stone, no garrison would sleep well. | |- |B: I know the feeling. It's always cold here, isn't it? Even with a fire raging close by. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Back when I was in Talabheim, I chanced upon a band of strolling players. They were talking about performing a play about Drachenfels. | |- |V: Really? Were they... accomplished thespians? | |- |M: Couldn't tell you. When I went back that evening, they'd all been rounded up and dragged away by your lot. Half the audience, too. | |- |V: A shocking coincidence. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Keep a sharp watch Bardin. I'm relying on you to inform me of any more traps. | |- |B: Aye, I'll do what I can, but I reckon there's magic than machine about this castle's secrets. | |- |S: Oh, don't worry. I'm keeping a sharp watch too. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So sir, killed any daemonologists before? | |- |V: More than my share... but never enough. | |- |K: Then be of good cheer. Your tally increases today. | |- |V: If Sigmar wills it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Is anyone else hearing voice? Whispering like. | |- |K: Saltzpyre always hears voices. Mad ones. | |- |V: So you hear nothing, elf? | |- |K: Nothing at all. Leave me be. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: D'you hear that? It's a voice. It... it knows things about me. | |- |S: Ignore it, Markus. It's your imagination. | |- |M: Yeah? And what if it's not? | |- |V: Then you've even more reason to ignore it. | |- |} === Winds of Magic === ==== [[Dark Omens]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Beastmen. This takes me back. | |- |K: You talk as if they're rare, Kruber. Corruptors lurk everywhere. | |- |M: Not in the cities, behind nice stone walls. This blasted wilderness is another matter. | |- |K: This "blasted wilderness" is a thing of beauty. We cannot allow them to despoil it. | |- |M: If you say so. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Beastmen! As if there wasn't already enough work for righteous souls! | |- |S: Hush, Saltzpyre. We all know you're only happy when you're killing. | |- |V: I have but one pair of hands, and they are multitudes. How is one to stay afloat in such seas? | |- |S: With help. Consider me the lesser of two evils. Can't say I care for the smelly brutes either. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: These Beastmen are more than mere monsters. | |- |K: On this, if nothing else, we agree, One-Eye. | |- |V: They're man's corruption made manifest. | |- |K: Oh, they're much worse than that. They're the rot at the very soul of the world. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: You had any trouble with beastmen, Bardin? | |- |B: Any trouble? Hah! We've whole throngs patrol the trade routes through the forests. 'Course, that's as often elgi trouble as gori making mischief. | |- |K: Believe me when I say any caravan attacked by Asrai wouldn't have chance to speak of it. | |- |M: Now now. Let's not make a contest of this. We're all on the same side. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Your people have many run-ins with the beastmen, Kerillian? | |- |K: Aye we do. They seek to corrupt and despoil the Weave. As humans don't seem interested in stopping them, someone must. | |- |S: That's hardly fair. The Empire's overrun with the brutes. | |- |K: And whose fault is that? And to whom will you look for fairness when the Weave collapses beneath their foulness? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: The beastmen are a plague, brewed by weakness and faltering resolve. A good parent would kill a mutant child, not offer it up to the woods and the iniquities of Chaos. | |- |B: Harsh words even for you, Saltzpyre. Blood's a weighty bond. Takes a lot to break it. | |- |V: Misplaced affection is no protection against the Dark Gods. And faltering hearts have ever been the Empire's greatest weakness. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Whatever happens here today is only the start. Once they find a foothold, the corruptors spread like a plague. | |- |B: True enough. I've heard stories about what they did in Athel Loren. | |- |K: You've heard whispers, nothing more. The truth is worse. Withered groves. Sickness in the hearts of newborns. The living world recoiling and growing bitter. | |- |B: We'll not let that happen here. You've my word, drengbarazi to drengbarazi. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You sure you're on our side, Markus? After all, Taal's worship's only a stone throw away from these beasties. | |- |M: That ain't funny. They're as different as a witch and a wizard. Taal's all about the cycle of life, the purity of the hunt. Beastmen? Ain't no purity in them. Just corruption. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So these minotaurs, what are they? A larger type of Beastman? Some other kind of mutated monster? | |- |V: I've seen no definitive proof either way. My view is that it doesn't matter, as long as they bleed. | |- |B: Okri knows. | |- |S: Of course he does, Bardin. Imaginary friends know everything. | |- |B: Oi! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Should I die, Kruber, I'd like you to have my sword of office. | |- |M: So the others'll think I'm a witch hunter? | |- |B: No. So that they think that I liked you. | |- |M: Gotta be honest, not sure what to say about that, sir. | |- |M: ''(Grail Knight)'' You do know that I've already got a better sword than you, right? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Come on mates. I'm not exactly the brains of this operation, but can't we disrupt the ritual, might be that... | |- |V: ...It might birth an explosion to destroy both the beastmen and the warpstone. And as for us... | |- |M: ...Join the army, they said. One big adventure and a shiny uniform. Well, I've certainly had that. Death and glory it is! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: We can't let this stand. We're the bloody Ubersreik Five! Sort of. Can't we, I don't know, disrupt the ritual, and then... | |- |V: ...It might birth an explosion to destroy both the beastmen and the warpstone. And as for us... | |- |K: ...So? Death in the service of the Weave is the highest calling! Let us be off! | |- |B: One last heroic effort? How can I say no? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Brave heart, Kerillian. There's always a way... aye! If we disrupt the ritual... | |- |S: ...The magic will go wild. Oh, won't that be so fun for all concerned! Imploded warpstone isn't much harm. Well, there is a little harm... | |- |K: ...It matters not. We owe all to the Weave. Our lives, and our deaths. Come! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: No! I will not this let be. We'll use the corruptors' sorcery against them. If the ritual is disrupted... | |- |B: ...BOOM! ''(laughs)'' Never hurts to solve things with a boom, does it? Of course, it might get a little bit hairy... | |- |V: ...If we are slain, we die in righteous cause. What man could wish for better? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Beastmen are crude beings. Their ritual will be slipshod and easily disrupted. If we do so... | |- |K: ...The warpstone will feed on itself. It might even implode. That's actually a good idea, though the cost to us... | |- |V: ...It will be a righteous death. Better than most earn. I am content. On! | |- |} ==== Weaves ==== Hysh: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: If magic must exist, why can it not all be thus? Pure. Soothing. | |- |K: Purity is highly overrated, One Eye. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Light magic? Boring! | |- |K: Not everything can be an explosion, wizard. | |- |S: Oh, but can't it? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: My cousin Araloth once spoke of a land far to the south, where undead monarchs worship light and dark in equal measure. | |- |V: Indeed. A land of tombs and sickening heresy. The birthplace of the first necromancer... | |- |K: Hush! Nothing good comes from uttering that name. | |- |} Ghyran: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: This is how the world should be, mayflies. The bounty of the Weave unsullied. | |- |M: Unsullied? Where's the fun in that? | |- |S: I don't know... I can't see a single fire. Not one. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So much vegetation. I wonder how it burns. | |- |V: ''(sigh)'' Try to control yourself. Just this once. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Life was ever unruly. It requires order to give it purpose. | |- |K: Leave it alone. Some things you're not meant to control. Me, for instance. | |- |} Shyish: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Even death is not certain. Not where necromancy's abound. | |- |K: Ach, don't be so judgmental. Life has ever risen out of death. It is the way of things. | |- |S: And ash takes all. That's also the way of things. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Does anyone else hear whispers in the dark? | |- |V: More than I can count. They speak accusations. ''(louder)'' Their deaths were necessary! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Do you know what would improve this place? | |- |K: ''(sigh)'' Is it 'fire', by any chance? | |- |S: Why yes! How did you know? | |- |V: Because it is always fire. | |- |} Aqshy: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Loathsome though it is, something about this place calls to me. | |- |V: Resist, elf. The fire seeks to corrupt you as it has so many others. | |- |K: I know, I know... but wouldn't it be fun? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Now this is more like it! Isn't it glorious? | |- |V: I confess, I have always been partial to the flame... judiciously used. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Is it hot in here, or is it just me? | |- |S: I think it's lovely, darling. So warm. So comforting. ''(contented sigh)'' | |- |} Ulgu: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: The shadows gather. Trust nothing. | |- |K: Trust nothing? Does that include you, Saltzpyre? | |- |V: In this realm? It might be better if you did not. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Caught between light and dark. I feel almost at home. | |- |V: Somehow, I'm not surprised. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You should see the Grey College in Altdorf, darlings. | |- |K: Why, is it impressive? | |- |S: Not exactly. You should see it, but most days you can't. I hear people are forever walking into it. | |- |} Chamon: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Gold wizards are almost as treacherous as the Grey. When nothing is certain, everything invites heresy. | |- |K: So suspicious, One Eye. I thought you loved everyone. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: There is little natural here, only artifice. | |- |V: Artifice is everywhere. It shapes our lives, and spurs us all to heresy. | |- |K: What a pretty sentiment. Are you trying to turn my head? | |- |V: ''(sputters)'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Never met a Gold Wizard that I didn't want to set aflame. | |- |K: Just how many wizards haven't you wanted to set aflame? | |- |S: Pretty here, isn't it? | |- |} Azyr: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: My cousins believe that the future can be read in the heavens. | |- |V: So I have heard it said. Is there any truth to that claim? | |- |K: I doubt it. They think white's a practical colour. So what do they know? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I confess, this place holds a strange beauty. | |- |S: I don't know. It's all a bit twinkly for my tastes. | |- |} Ghur: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: This place shudders with Ulric's wrath. | |- |K: Ulric? Your so-called god of winds and winter? Such a milksop. Anath Raema would feed him his own lungs. | |- |S: Please. Do we really have time to play 'my god's bigger than yours'? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: This is a hunting ground. Try not to be prey, lumberfoots. | |- |V: I am never pray, elf. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Amber magic. Hah! Practised by wastrels half-gone to hersey! | |- |S: I agree Saltzpyre. No sense in being 'half-gone' to anything. You have to have commitment! | |- |V: I'm sure that's not what I meant. | |- |} === Chaos Wastes === {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Just... just supposing you could be a god, what would you be? | |- |K: Kerillian the Inscrutable, who silences fools that ask too many questions. | |- |V: Perhaps it is better you remain mortal after all. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I received a communique today, from the Witch Hunter General. | |- |M: Oh no. Look, if it's about that letter, I had nothing to do with - | |- |V: He said he would 'watch my career with interest.' Why do you suppose he said that? | |- |M: Really couldn't say. You'd have to ask Bardin. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Oi, Bardin! What did you put in that letter to the Witch Hunter General? Saltzpyre's had a reply. | |- |B: Only that he was a fine lad, and absolutely not a heretic, despite his recent obsession with this Citadel of Eternity. I thought it might help. | |- |M: Oh yeah that's not gonna get misinterpreted. And signed in my name, Lohner tells me? | |- |B: Thought it'd carry more weight, coming from one of his own. | |- |M: Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant. Saltzpyre's gonna kill me. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Would you want to be a god, mayfly? If so, what would you exemplify? | |- |M: Doesn't seem my place. Besides, sounds like a lot of work. | |- |B: A weighty loss for the world, dawri. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Who'd be a god eh? Would you? What would, you know, stand for? | |- |K: Think you to know the truth of the goddess Kerillian? Think again. | |- |V: On second thought, I think the world will survive without your divine wisdom. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: I don't get this fuss about Khorne. He's just Khaine without the sophistication. | |- |M: Khaine? Who's that? | |- |K: The God of Murder, Kruber. You'd like him. He's very direct. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: You seem distracted, Kerillian. | |- |K: Seeing all this... it reminds me that I've been a poor guardian of the Weave. That has to change. | |- |M: Yeah? What does that mean? | |- |K: When I find out, I'll tell you. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Here's a test for you mayflies... which of the Dark Gods is most abhorrent? | |- |B: They're none of them good, but Khorne's the worst. Battle without honour and oath shouldn't be encouraged. | |- |S: His followers are no good for conversation, either. All that growling and snarling. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So, that patron god of yours, why that one? Why not someone else? | |- |M: Taal's a hunter, and so am I. No matter what hat I'm wearing. | |- |B: Doesn't matter. Valaya'll see you're not short of ale, so long as you hold true. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Good idea of grimgi's, this. Can't hurt to ask the gods for a bit of help. | |- |K: I'm surprised he even suggested it. The man sees heresy in every shadow, and now he leads us to the Chaos Wastes? | |- |B: He's worried. Any wazzok can see that. | |- |K: He's right to be. This won't end well, mark my words. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Saw you planning this expedition back at the keep. Never thought you'd find common ground with Oleysa. | |- |V: Trying times make for difficult choices, Kruber. If my Order hears of this... | |- |M: Say no more. They'll not get a whiff of it from me. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Marius Holseher? What was an imperial citizen doing up here? | |- |V: A traitor of the worst kind. He writes as one fascinated by the Chaos Gods. Not that I've read it myself, as you understand. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I've been thinking, dawri. Which of these four great Kazaki Gromthi is a slayer's dream? | |- |K: Slaanesh. He is a curse upon us all. He more than any feasts on false hope. | |- |M: Yeah. Funny how rich folks always end up worshipping Slaanesh, ain't it? | |- |V: Silence! I will not tolerate such prattle any longer! | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Four Chaos Gods, drengbarazi. Which'd suppose give a Slayer the most glorious death? | |- |M: Nurgle - which you'd understand if you ever had explosive dysentery. For instance, I mean. Not, ahem, from personal experience. | |- |B: Aye, Nurgle's a bad one. Mind you, they all are. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: If we are to triumph in the coming days, I must be truer to my faith than ever before. | |- |K: Really? I await with baited breath. | |- |V: Do not interrupt! I was eulogising! | |- |K: Prattling. You were prattling. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Have we ever agreed on what created these Wastes? | |- |V: The first sin, that which doomed the world! | |- |K: Have you been drinking again? Because you sound drunk. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Never did find out what created these Chaos Wastes. | |- |K: The gods warred, and their loss became ours. | |- |V: A likely story... some folk will believe anything. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: The mysteries of the Chaos Wastes. What do you suppose created them? | |- |M: Yeah, I know this one. It was all down to a plague of frogs, or something. | |- |V: Frogs? FROGS? I've never heard anything so ridiculous! | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So uh, of these Chaos Gods, which do you think is the worst? | |- |V: I see little point in grading evils. All are abominations. All are to be abhorred. | |- |K: That's probably wise, One-Eye. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: I hear a lot about a fellow called Grombrindal. Is he an ancestor god? | |- |B: Oh no, azumgi. He's a hero. Terribly mysterious. | |- |M: A bit like Cousin Okri? | |- |B: Aye, very much like that, but don't you dare tell anyone I said so. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Do you know much about the elven gods, Saltzpyre? | |- |V: Only that they are degenerates, who bicker among themselves instead of opposing the true foe. | |- |M: As with mortals, so with gods, is that it? | |- |V: Indeed. Would that Sigmar could return and show them the error of their ways. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You know Saltzpyre, I never expected you to suggest something like this pilgrimage. | |- |V: Oh? Why so? | |- |S: It's not exactly in line with Sigmarite teachings, is it? | |- |V: Yes, well... things being the way they are, I fear I must be more... flexible. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I never thought rambling around the Chaos Wastes would be such fun! | |- |K: It's... not what I yearned for, nor what I needed. | |- |S: I'm sure it'll only get better. You'll see. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So, how are you finding these fine pilgrimages of ours so far? | |- |V: My faith is renewed! For the first time in months, I have holy purpose once more! | |- |S: I'm sure it'll only get better. You'll see. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So why didn't Sigmar drive the forces of Chaos back, if he was so powerful? | |- |V: Faith needs purpose. These unhappy wastes and their heretics provide it. | |- |S: So if Chaos is destroyed, there's no need for Sigmar any longer? Interesting. | |- |V: That is not what I said! | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: I didn't know dwarfs worshipped the Dark Gods. | |- |K: They don't. Not true dwarfs. Most of them live out east, in the land of spires and flame. | |- |M: Makes you wonder what could make them turn evil like that. | |- |S: Knowing Bardin, a lack of good ale on tap. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Are you sure, Azumgi, about courting Taal now that you're sworn to the Lady? | |- |M: Nah. It's not like she's a jealous goddess, is it? | |- |K: I'm sure you're right. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: That crack you made about the Lady getting antsy about me praying to Taal... what do you know that I don't? | |- |K: How much time do you have? | |- |M: Oh very nice, that is. | |- |B: Pay her no mind, Azumgi. She can't help herself. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Kerillian keeps dropping hints about the Lady getting jealous. | |- |V: And what would she know about it? | |- |M: I don't know, but she's got me worried. I don't want to get turned into a frog. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Brave move Markus, courting Taal when you're already sworn to the Lady- | |- |M: Now look, don't you start and all. Kerillian's bad enough. | |- |B: I'm sure it'll be fine. I mean a watery goddess of swamp and drizzle? What's to fear? | |- |M: Quite certain I don't want to find out, actually. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: It's strange, but I'm wondering if this is the right place for us. | |- |V: What!? This is the Chaos Wastes, lair of outcasts, exiles, and apostates! | |- |B: Aye. And we're all at least two of those things, aren't we grimgi? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I've been wandering, dawri. What shall we call this expedition? How about 'the Saga of Goreksson the Brave'? | |- |M: I don't know. Doesn't sound right. How about 'Sir Kruber's Triumph'? | |- |K: Or 'Kerillian and Her Endless Nursemaiding of Mayfly Children'? | |- |V: Silence! A pilgrimage should be a reverent, respectful journey! | |- |S: Why don't we argue about it when we get back? If we get back. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Funny really. Set against the gods of blood, magic, and plague, Slaanesh seems the least of the lot. | |- |K: Nothing could be further from the truth. He'll choke you on your dreams and then swallow your soul. | |- |M: That's not a figure of speech, is it? | |- |K: By no means. | |- |M: Right, forget I said anything then. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: What I don't get - amongst other things - why Nurgle's followers think he's jolly. I mean, he's fat, but fat and jolly don't always go together. | |- |K: On the other hand, One-Eye's thin and miserable. | |- |M: You reckon he's the anti-Nurgle? | |- |K: It's worth considering. | |}
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