Ultima V In-Depth NPC Script
Who says what, in which towns
Version 1.0.0
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light on Origin's original work. No copyright infringement is intended
but if relevant parties wish me to take it down I will. This document
is another of my projects to look at games I've enjoyed when I Was
younger and to help unlock their secrets for others. Please do not
reproduce for profit without permission. My policy is that I generally
give approval if you ask me by my first name with a specific request.
Thanks.
This should go hand in hand with my Ultima V FAQ. The best way to use
this document is to search for information on a certain subject, i.e.
"compassion" may show you the mantra for compassion or even the word of
power. There are some instances where you can look for the string
"[give" which will tell you where you can get something.
A future revision plans to create a census. Although this script file
is bigger than that of Ultima IV I suspect there are fewer people to
talk to you in Britannia. The ones who do, though, all have relevant
information and not as much philosophy as in Ultima IV.
This document was originally extracted and then considerably edited, so
it's possible I've missed something. However, it seems that everyone is
in the right location, so I feel it's something I can release in the
hopes that anyone who finds me an error can drop me a line.
Additional personal links(i.e. "ad space":)
Maps of all indoor locations(no NPC's in towns/castles, alas!):
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Exhibit/2762/u5/tmphtm.htm
Big maps of underworld/overworld:
http://members.fortunecity.com/cartographics/
General Apple game stuff:
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Exhibit/2762/games/games.htm
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Outline
GENERAL FORMATTING/NOTES WITH EXAMPLE
TOWN
Moonglow
Britain
Jhelom
Yew
Minoc
Trinsic
Skara Brae
New Magincia
CASTLE (last six are villages)
Lord British
Blackthorn
West Brittany
North Brittany
East Brittany
Paws
Cove
Buccaneers' Den
KEEP
Ararat
Bordermarch
Farthing
Windmere
Stonegate
Lycaeum
Empath Abbey
Serpents Hold
DWELLING
Fogsbane(lighthouse)
Stormcrow(lighthouse)
Greyhaven(lighthouse)
Waveguide(lighthouse)
Sutek
Sin'Vraal
Grendel
Iolo's Hut
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GENERAL FORMATTING/NOTES WITH EXAMPLE
Character interaction is a bit different in Ultima V than in Ultima IV.
You see a person's name and description. If you've met before, and they
have asked you for your name(this seems to happen randomly,) there may
be a greeting. There is also a standard "bye" quote they give you.
Also, you may be automatically pulled into a certain dialog. Several
different four-letter sequences may also get the same response, which is
a good deal up from the two found in Ultima IV. So an example would be:
[standard heading]
NAME: Andrew
DESCRIPTION: A Purdue Fan
GREETING: Howdy ho!
[known] It's good to see thee, [you]! Verily, Go Boilers!
[above, if your name was asked, it is remembered.]
JOB: I'm in software.
BYE: Hail Purdue!
[questions]
purd:
We're going to the Rose Bowl to play Washington!
[Purdue will elicit the above response.]
rose:
bowl:
wash:
'Twill be a good game, methinks the scoreboard operator will require
overtime pay!
[Either Rose, Bowl, or Washington or even washerwoman--only the first
four letters are important--will elicit the above response.]
indi:
notr:
Speak thou not of the lesser football teams in Indiana!
Dost thou even know which town Purdue is in?
****:
Thou unwashed infidel!
west:
'Tis right.
[Above, responding anything except west will get the first response.]
till:
kead:
What a great coach!
bree:
What a great quarterback!
Dost thou think Drew Brees will win the Heisman?
[the question will be prompted. I haven't formatted the "n:" response
to questions yet.]
Probably, yet he has had a great year nonetheless.
y:
'Twould be nice. Yet Weinke and Heupel impress me overmuch as well.
************
* TOWN *
************
******Moonglow dialog******
+++
NAME: Zachariah
DESCRIPTION: a stately, white-haired man of many years.
GREETING: Welcome, [you], in these dark times.
JOB: I study the stars.
BYE: Good journeys.
tele:
star:
I watch the signs amongst the planets!
sign:
plan:
Comets have come! A sign of evil!
evil:
come:
There are three comets in the firmament. Likely, each of these
represents one of the Shadowlords.
shad:
It seems that when a comet aligns with a planet, the city of that virtue
comes under attack!
city:
virt:
atta:
If only the Avatar would return!
avat:
retu:
Art thou the Avatar of legend?
Alas.
y:
Indeed?
What is the password of our Resistance?
I do not yet believe thee!
dawn:
I have news that may aid thee. . . There is a mage named Goeth that
knows a newly discovered power of the moongates. Seek him out in Jhelom.
Beware, some say he has gone insane!
+++
NAME: Malifora
DESCRIPTION: an old, strangely familiar gypsy.
GREETING: Welcome, [you], 'tis good to see thee! How may I aid thee?
JOB: I can see many things beyond thy keen!
BYE: Wouldst thou pay me 15 gold crowns for my aid?
n:
Someday, thou shalt need me!
y:
Thy kindness shall be remembered!
see:
keen:
thin:
Tell me what thou seeketh.
blac:
I see that he resides upon an isle of three volcanoes, far to the south
in the great sea!
shad:
Their magic is too black for even my eyes to penetrate!
crow:
scep:
amul:
I can tell thee only that thou hast great need of this item!
shar:
I see them lying scattered deep in the underworld!
mant:
I see an honest man chanting AHM!
word:
I see the runes FALLAX inscribed upon the entrance of the dungeon
Deceit!
coun:
Yes, [you], I served on the Great Council.
+++
NAME: Malik
DESCRIPTION: a young gypsy child.
GREETING: Hi, [you]
JOB: Mostly just playing games.
BYE: Farewell!
play:
game:
she:
moth:
gyps:
fort:
tell:
powe:
reag:
mand:
nigh:
free:
He lives in Skara Brae, ask him.
glas:
swor:
I once knew a man who tried to make glass weapons. I think he gave up
and became a pirate! Probably lives in Buccaneer's Den now.
Been to see my mother today?
I know she'd like to see thee.
y:
Didst thou know my mother is a fortuneteller?
Well, she is!
y:
Oh.:
I'll tell thee more for 3 gold coins, o. k. ?
Thy loss.
o:
y:
We live in the building in the northwest corner. Go talk to her! She
knows lots of chants and powerful words!
Didst thou know that I can help thee too?
n/y:
I know a man named Saul who knows where thou canst find the powerful
reagents Mandrake and Nightshade.
+++
NAME: Donn Piatt
DESCRIPTION: a stately lord in fine attire.
GREETING: [he has asked your name] A good day to thee [you], art thou
well today?
n:
I see. . .
y:
Ah, good. So glad to hear it!
[he hasn't asked your name] A good day to thee. My name is Donn Piatt,
and I am the Head Counsel for this fine community! May I be of service
unto thee?
n:
Well, our towne is at thy service!
y:
Thou may wish to frequent our fine pub or our herbalist, but avoid the
man in the tower!
JOB: I am Head Counsel for this fine community.
BYE: Let me know if I may ever be of service.
comm:
head:
coun:
Of Moonglow, of course!
pub:
It is in the southeast building.
herb:
It is in the southwest building.
man:
towe:
The man in the tower is a seed of discontent and will bring thee ill
fortune!
moon:
Yes!
fort:
Ill fortune!
+++
NAME: Lord Stuart the Hungry
DESCRIPTION: a man of average build who seems rather ravenous!
GREETING: Hey, [you], join me for some chow?
n:
Ah well, more for me!
y:
There's no room here, sit over there!
JOB: Oh, I do love to eat!
BYE: Don't worry, I'll finish that for you!
EAT:
It's not the quality, it's the quantity!
qual:
It's edible.
quan:
I love the all-you-can-eat special!
spec:
rav:
food:
I love to eat!
magi:
spel:
Well, yes, I've been working on a spell to make food, but it's not
perfected yet.
perf:
It makes but a small quantity of high quality food!
Thou dost look thin enough that it might be good for thee. Want to know
it?
n:
Must be on a diet!
y:
'Tis an enchantment of the Second Circle, and is intoned IN XEN MANI,
requiring ginseng, garlic and mandrake root.
******Britain dialog******
+++
NAME: Greyson
DESCRIPTION: a noble fighting bard.
GREETING: A good day to thee, [you]!
JOB: I am an adventurer!
BYE: Until morrow.
adve:
I have been many places, and seen many things!
thin:
plac:
I've even seen the Guardians!
guar:
They are like two winged stone giants, yet they possess life!
gian:
life:
Only those upon a sacred quest ordained by the mystic Shrines are
granted passage unto the Codex of Ultimate Wisdom which lies beyond!
code:
I know not more, for I was not on a sacred quest and could not pass.
sacr:
ques:
shri:
One must know first the Mantra for a particular shrine. Meditate there,
and be sent upon a sacred quest, then canst thou enter the Shrine of the
Codex!
mant:
Who dost thou think is the rightful ruler of Britannia?
****:
Interesting viewpoint.
brit:
Which Mantra dost thou seek?
I know not that Mantra!
comp:
The Mantra of Compassion is MU!
+++
NAME: Justin
DESCRIPTION: a spicy ol' chef.
GREETING: A good day to thee [you]
JOB: Why, I am the cook, of course!
BYE: Until then.
chef:
cook:
My specialty is roast leg of mutton a la Britanny!
roas:
leg:
Mutt:
Ah, 'tis the finest in all the land, if I do say so myself!
Wouldst thou like to try a bite?
n:
Too bad, 'tis quite good!
y:
[gives food] Here thou art. . . Smack. . . Slurp. . . Chomp. . .
Didst thou enjoy it?
I am deeply sorry!
y:
Surely then, thou wouldst pay me 3 gold coins for such a culinary
delight?
n:
Begone then, and never darken my kitchen again!
y:
I thank thee kindly!
Dost thou admire fine glass and crystal?
y:
Eb, our busboy, knows much of fine glassware!
n:
Too bad, 'tis quite good!
spec:
brit:
I learned the recipe from Andre', of West Britanny.
reci:
That, my friend, is a family secret!
secr:
I won't tell!
+++
NAME: Eb
DESCRIPTION: a young boy.
JOB: I am the busboy.
GREETING: Hello, [you], art thou here to eat?
Too bad!
y:
Please then, have a seat!
BYE: Farewell!
bus:
I clean the tables.
clea:
The tables.
tabl:
The ones with dirty dishes.
dish:
The ones on the dirty tables.
dirt:
Our customers are messy!
mess:
They mess up the tables.
Art thou going to eat here?
n:
Too bad!
y:
Art thou going to leave a mess?
n:
Well, then have a seat, please!
y:
See if I give thee good service!
cust:
They always make a mess!
glas:
Didst thou break a glass?
y:
Don't worry, klutz, I'll clean it up!
n:
Dost thou admire fine glasswork?
n:
Too bad!
y:
Ever heard of a glass sword?
n/y:
My friend Malik, who lives in Moonglow, knew a man who tried to make
one.
mali:
He lives in Moonglow.
moon:
On Dagger Isle.
+++
NAME: Terrance
DESCRIPTION: a sweaty, soiled farmer.
GREETING: My name is Terrance!
[known] How art thou, [you], well I hope?
Ah, 'tis a shame.
y:
Ah, good!
JOB: I keep this orchard to earn my humble living.
BYE: Fare thee well.
orch:
earn:
It's even harder in these dark times!
livi:
humb:
I barely manage to make ends meet.
hard:
time:
dark:
It's mostly on account of them blasted Shadowlords!
shad:
If it weren't for the Resistance, I'd have nothing left.
Dost thou have enough to eat?
Ah, good!
n:
Then here friend, I have enough to share with one in need! [gives food]
resi:
Ooops. . . . Dost thou intend to turn me in for my treason?
y:
Then so be it! Help! Guards! I'm being robbed!
n:
I am grateful.
Dost thou know of the Resistance?
n:
Ask the owner of the Arms of Justice!
y:
Good!
+++
NAME: Telila
DESCRIPTION: a hard and ragged woman.
GREETING: Hello, [you].
JOB: I clean the rooms.
BYE: Goodbye.
clea:
'Tis light but tedious work.
room:
We have but few guests these days.
gues:
We have a mage and a bard staying this night.
thes:
days:
Few guests.
mage:
His name is Annon- a strange fellow! He spends his days alone upon the
balconies!
balc:
Up on the second floor of the inn!
bard:
A nice chap! His name is Greyson and he can usually be found near the
fountains!
foun:
At the centre of towne!
rumo:
goss:
I love to gossip! Why, just the other day an armourer named Bullwier
from Jhelom came by on a visit. Well, I wasn't trying to, mind you, but
I overheard him talking about those famous Mystic Arms!
myst:
arms:
You know, the ones used by the Avatar of legend! Bullwier did say
more, but he left for Jhelom before I accidently heard any more!
+++
NAME: Gwenno
DESCRIPTION: a charming woman.
GREETING: Hello friends, 'tis good to see thee all!
JOB: I repair bows and crossbows.
BYE: Aren't ye going to ask me to join with thee?
n:
I am Iolo's better half!
y:
Iolo and I both thank thee!
cros:
bow:
Iolo makes them, I repair them.
repa:
The finest yew bows and the stoutest crossbows in the land!
Iolo:
Strange, is it not, that even though Iolo is an outlaw, we still manage
to keep his bows in stock. . . Nudge, nudge. . .
outl:
Yes, there are many signs about those brigands (tee hee) in many towns.
brig:
sign:
Wanted: Dead or Alive!
dead:
aliv:
want:
Dead or Alive!
town:
Yew, for instance!
yew:
Northwest of here, in the Deep Forest.
join:
Say, art thou from around here?
n:
I thought not.
y:
Then perhaps just not too smart!
+++
NAME: Annon
DESCRIPTION: a grave wizard.
GREETING: Good day! I have heard tales of thy deeds and am honored to
meet thee! I am Annon, of the Great Council!
[known] Greetings, [you].
JOB: I once served on the Great Council!
BYE: Good luck!
coun:
grea:
We derived the eight Words of Power!
word:
powe:
We used these words to seal the eight dungeons!
seal:
dung:
Blackthorn hunts us down, so that he might unlock them and free the
evils within!
blac:
hunt:
free:
evil:
unlo:
~ [magic key] I trust not yet thy Virtue!
I know merely one of these Words. Dost thou wish to know it?
Oh.:
y:
The Word is VILIS, and remember, it can be used to open the dungeon
Despise! The daughter of another council member works as a sailmaker.
Ask the child about her mother for she too knows one of the Words of
Power!
******Jhelom dialog******
+++
NAME: Bullwier
DESCRIPTION: a rough and scrungy man with a patch on one eye.
GREETING: Hey, you. . . Dost thou have any business here?
n:
Then thou art trespassing! Buzz off!
y:
What dost thou want, and I don't have all day!
JOB: I make weapons, canst thou not see!
BYE: Finally!
weap:
Swords, shields, and helms, fool!
swor:
Iron swords! Thou art testing my patience!
shie:
Iron shields! What dost thou expect!
helm:
Iron helms! But, thou already hast a thick skull!
iron:
Thou art testing my patience, fool!
pati:
fool:
GUARDS! ! !
myst:
I've heard rumors about a man by the name of Ambrose, who was in search
of the weapons.
ambr:
weap:
rumo:
'Twas rumored he was heavily injured during his quest. So badly
injured is he, that he is conscious for only about an hour near midnight
each night. He is healing in the towne of Cove.
+++
NAME: Trian
DESCRIPTION: a young minstrel.
GREETING: A good day unto thee, [you]!
JOB: I play songs!
BYE: Farewell!
song:
Songs of valor, of course!
val:
The tales of many a valiant deed come through this pub!
deed:
tale:
Why, there's a fighter who frequents this place by the name of Thorne.
figh:
thor:
His travels take him on many quests.
ques:
He visits the shrines often!
shri:
Of that, thou shalt have to ask him!
dest:
word:
powe:
Dost thou intend to explore one of the forbidden dungeons?
n:
Good, it is not only dangerous, but illegal!
y:
Well, if thou must be so foolish as to try that, I can tell thee only
this. There is one in this towne who doth search for that which is not
there. He knows the Word of Power. But, he has gone quite insane, so if
he doth have trouble remembering, saying each word backwards oft is of
some help!
+++
NAME: Goeth
DESCRIPTION: a confused and bewildered mage!
JOB: Looking rof something, I am.
BYE: I ees thee.
look:
some:
Not gnol ago, I tsol it.
tsol:
lost:
it:
Valuable, saw it!
valu:
Remember ton I; but here be it must!
moon:
ston:
word:
powe:
Remember ton I; but know it I should!
drow:
rewo:
Ah, sey, coming kcab to me it is.
noom:
etag:
seta:
seno:
enot:
On taht, my dnim is more clear!
Drow which, that was?
Remember ton I.
drat:
Drow of Rewop thou seeketh; remember AIPONI htod I.
Noom Gates, thou tsod know about?
I have found taht, below the location erehw a gate appears, there si a
stone! Reveal it nac thou, htiw a simple hcraes, retfa the gate senaw.
If uoht taketh siht stone and yrub it elsewhere, the noom gate shall
appear ni the wen location!
Amazing, is ti ton?
This sevig one great rewop indeed!
+++
NAME: Thorne
DESCRIPTION: a battleworn fighter.
GREETING: [you], been in any good battles lately?
n:
Too bad.
y:
Glad to hear it!
JOB: I'm resting up between battles.
BYE: Good hunting!
rest:
I like to exchange battle stories!
exch:
batt:
stor:
Just the other day I was locked in mortal combat with a bunch of nasty
trolls!
trol:
They even had the gall to ask ME for gold in order to pass!
gall:
gold:
pass:
I taught them a thing or two!
mant:
shri:
Ask the minstrel!
word:
powe:
Who dost thou serve?
Sorry.
brit:
The Mantra for Valor is RA!
Wilt thou be exploring the dungeon Destard?
n:
Ah.:
y:
In many dungeon rooms there are trips that open secret passages! The
more devious ones are those that must be pushed, like wall panels. Some
even must be shot at, such as a torch across a chasm! And, remember,
thou dost need the Word of Power to enter!
******Yew dialog******
+++
NAME: Chamfort
DESCRIPTION: a hearty blacksmith.
GREETING: Hello, [you]!
JOB: I own this smithy and also forge its goods!
BYE: Good luck!
land:
He is the local leader of the Resistance.
loca:
lead:
There is a secret passage through my fireplace that will lead thee unto
him! Go now, and good luck!
good:
forg:
smit:
I'm a busy man and don't have time to chat. So, if thou wilt excuse me.
. .
resi:
Who told thee to ask me?
****:
I don't know what thou art talking about.
terr:
I see. . .
Dost thou wish to aid the Resistance?
n:
Then we have no business.
y:
Very good! <>
The first thing thou dost need is to see Landon! The password is DAWN.
mant:
Who told thee to ask me?
I don't know what thou art talking about.
jere:
Ah, yes. The Mantra of Justice is BEH!
+++
NAME: Landon
DESCRIPTION: a grim and stalwart fighter.
GREETING: Hello, [you], how can I aid thee?
JOB: If thou must ask, thou need not know.
BYE: Good luck!
blac:
brit:
crow:
Blackthorn uses the powers of the Crown to maintain his reign of
tyranny!
powe:
reig:
tyra:
'Tis said that he keeps it in a small room atop his terrible castle! It
must be recovered! [you], thou art the one to do it! Be warned, he uses
its powers to prevent the use of magic within his castle! Seek out Sir
Simon on a mountain isle, west of Spiritwood.
resi:
With whom dost thy loyalty lie?
****:
We have no business.
brit:
Fine, how might I aid thee?
What's the password?
Buzz off!
dawn:
Good!
Canst thou help us with the cause?
n:
Too bad.
y:
Well, [you], it is rumored that Blackthorn himself has taken Lord
British's crown!
+++
NAME: Judge Dryden
DESCRIPTION: a man in flowing black robes.
GREETING: I remember thee, what dost thou want?
JOB: I am the head Inquisitor.
BYE: Live by the Eight Laws!
judg:
cour:
inqu:
This is the Court of Inquisition of His Majesty Blackthorn!
oppr:
plea:
Art thou here to confess?
y:
n:
Perhaps then, to plead for the life of another, yes?
n:
Then what?
y:
Whom dost thou wish me to pity?
****:
That one is not a prisoner here!
jero:
fele:
grey:
mari:
aley:
That one deserves no pity!
<>
Art thou pleading guilty of heresy?
n:
Nonetheless. . . GUARDS!
y:
GUARDS!
Who sent thee?
****:
Never heard of 'em.
tact:
I see. . . I think thou had best see Archmage Flain! He will be eager to
meet thee. See him in the tower of Skara Brae and ask him of the
Oppression!
+++
NAME: Jeremy
DESCRIPTION: a man with a tall white hat.
GREETING: Hello again.
JOB: I am the chef at The Slaughtered Lamb.
BYE: Good luck!
slau:
lamb:
chef:
I work hard- I need the money.
mone:
I'm trying to get my brother out of jail.
jail:
brot:
It is going to cost me 500 gold crowns!
500:
gold:
crow:
I know not how I shall save that much.
key:
[gives key] [gives key] [gives key] [gives key] [gives key] Have five!
Wouldst thou donate 30 gold crowns?
n:
Thanks anyway.
y:
I thank thee, kind soul!
Is there anything that thou dost need- food, keys or perhaps
information?
****:
I don't have that.
key:
[gives key] [gives key] [gives key] [gives key] [gives key] Have five!
food:
[gives food] Done!
info:
All I can tell thee is that Chamfort knows a Mantra!
Surely thou wilt give me 50 gold for those keys?
n:
Scoundrel!
y:
Thou art most gracious!
+++
NAME: Jerone
DESCRIPTION: a quiet, solitary man.
GREETING: Back again eh?
JOB: Well, I used to be an adventurer!
BYE: I'm sure we'll see more of each other.
adve:
used:
Now I'm a prisoner!
pris:
I was convicted of heresy!
conv:
here:
I stated my belief that Lord British was alive!
brit:
stat:
beli:
aliv:
It happened one night when I was camping out on the moors.
camp:
moor:
A strange apparition arose before my fire!
fire:
aros:
appa:
It was HIM, I swear it! ! !
hurr:
jere:
brot:
He is collecting the 500 gold crowns needed for my release.
gold:
rele:
coll:
He used to give me keys, but I kept getting caught!
key:
caug:
I'm sure if thou wouldst ask he wouldst give thee a key! He comes by
around ten each morning and evening.
Surely thou dost believe me?
n:
Well, it's true!
y:
Then surely thou must agree, there is hope! If only my brother would
hurry!
+++
NAME: Felespar
DESCRIPTION: a grave old wizard.
GREETING: Greetings, [you], 'tis good to see thee.
JOB: When I was a free man, I served on the Great Council.
BYE: May thy travels fare well!
grea:
coun:
The Great Council once served His Majesty Lord British and sealed the 8
dungeons!
maje:
brit:
Alas, if only he were here now.
Any news of Lord British?
n:
Hmmm. . . .
y:
Good news?
n:
Distressing.
y:
There is hope!
seal:
dung:
To entomb the foul creatures that dwell within!
powe:
word:
Thou must be inquiring about the Words of Power, yes?
Perhaps not, then.
y:
The Words of Power are aptly named and not given out lightly. So, tell
me, art thou with the Resistance?
n:
Too bad.
y:
And, their password is?
****:
Nay, 'tis not.
dawn:
Very well, the Word of Power for the dungeon Wrong is MALUM! Use it
wisely!
+++
NAME: Mario
DESCRIPTION: a man torn and tattered from days in the stocks.
JOB: I am bein' 'orribly punished for a trivial crime.
BYE: Well, if thou wilt not 'elp me, at least free me son Aleyn!
son:
aley:
He too 'as been left to die!
pity:
ME!
unlo:
stoc:
elp:
sca:
For Pete's sake, use a key and jimmy the bloody lock!
key:
pete:
Gimme a break!
jimm:
lock:
The one on the stocks, ye bloomin' idiot!
puni:
I've been sentenced to slowly die in the stocks, for me minor crime.
mino:
crim:
I was convicted by Ye Court of Inquisition. I could afford only 40% of
me earnings to give unto charity! A fact that I did not confess until I
was caught and tortured!
caug:
tort:
Don't ask!
Won't ye 'elp me please?
n:
Oh, pity me!
y:
Please, unlock the stocks an 'elp me 'scape!
+++
NAME: Aleyn
DESCRIPTION: a small battered child, barely breathing and limp in the
stocks.
GREETING: Help.
JOB: I fear I have broken a law!
BYE: Don't go.
help:
Help me.
brok:
law:
I failed to enforce the Seventh Law of Virtue.
seve:
7:
virt:
I did not turn my father in for donating too little to charity!
fath:
Mario.
dona:
char:
That's just what I'm told!
+++
NAME: Tactus
DESCRIPTION: a strong youth.
GREETING: Greetings!
JOB: I make the chainmail armour and coifs here at Darkwatch Armoury!
BYE: Farewell.
dark:
watc:
chai:
armo:
coif:
Indeed, I believe it to be amongst the finest in the land!
fine:
land:
Since Blackthorn has come to power, our sales have increased threefold!
blac:
sale:
powe:
incr:
Blackthorn's reign has been most beneficial, I think you'll agree, yes?
n:
That shows what thou dost know, shallow minded fool!
y:
I can tell thou art very keen!
I wouldst like thee to see a friend of mine, if thou couldst. Wilt
thou?
n:
Too bad, we need thy type.
y:
He is very close with Lord Blackthorn himself! I believe thou shalt
find him an interesting fellow! His name is Judge Dryden and thou might
find him in the court of Yew. Ask him of the Oppression and tell him
Tactus sent thee!
******Yew "underworld" dialog******
+++
NAME: Jaana
DESCRIPTION: A fine young lass.
GREETING: Hail, [you], my old friend, 'tis good to see thee again!
JOB: I have worked here for the Resistance since Blackthorn came to
power.
BYE: Come for me soon, old friend!
join:
So, tell me, hast thou returned to set things right?
n:
What! No! Leave my sight!
y:
Good! Hath thy journeys fared well so far?
n:
Too bad.
y:
Glad to hear it.
I have been working here for the Resistance since Blackthorn came to
power.
Is it time I joined thee on thy quest?
n:
Just let me know when.
y:
I yearn for battle!
+++
NAME: Greymarch
DESCRIPTION: a sorely beaten fighter.
JOB: I once sought adventure on the open range!
BYE: Good luck!
froed
rang:
adve:
I've been sitting in this cell now for quite some time, with no word
from my son.
son:
I fear Froed was killed by the wicked guards that threw me in here!
My son! Hast thou seen him?
n:
Then why taunt me?
y:
And, he is well?
n:
No, no it can't be!
y:
Where didst thou see him?
****:
Hmmm. . .
skar:
Aha, he must have hidden in the woods!
Surely, thou wilt let me repay thee in some way?
n:
Hmmm. . . .
y:
I have nothing material, but I will tell ye what I know! When Lord
British left for the Underworld he left behind his Sceptre. I was told
that the Sceptre had great powers against the forces of evil! Seek out
Sir Simon in a keep, perched on the high mountains of an isle west of
Spiritwood.
******Minoc dialog******
+++
NAME: Fiona
DESCRIPTION: a mystical woman dressed in meager clothes.
GREETING: I am Fiona. I run the Poor House. Art thou in dire need of
food?
n:
Good.
y:
[gives food] Eat it slowly, we have but little.
JOB: I run the poor house.
BYE: Good luck!
hous:
poor:
The problem has worsened with the taxation and Inquisition!
tax:
inqu:
If only Lord British could return.
Dost thou believe he may still live?
Alas.
y:
I give such rumors little hope.
Yes, I did once serve on the Great Council.
grea:
coun:
Thou must be the Avatar of legends past!
What knowledge dost thou seek from me?
****:
Sorry, I know that not.
word:
powe:
cove:
What makes thee think that I know?
****:
I know not of what thou dost speak!
anno:
rew:
dawn:
daug:
The Word of Power to open the dungeon of Covetous is AVIDUS!
+++
NAME: Rew:
DESCRIPTION: a small, thin and tattered child.
GREETING: Hello, [you], nice to see thee.
JOB: I sew sails.
BYE: Come talk to me again!
sew:
sail:
It's very hard work.
hard:
And, we work very long hours!
long:
hour:
Seven days a week!
seve:
days:
week:
'Tis with great sacrifice we sew, but we have a little chant we sing to
pass the time. Like to hear it?
n:
Thou knowest not what thou art missing!
y:
The raven sees
The raven saw
And in the corn
He sayeth 'Cah'!
Dost thou believe that wishes can come true?
n:
I do.
y:
I've heard that some wells are wishing wells!
cah:
I'm told it's a mantra, whatever that is.
moth:
Her name is Fiona. She works at the poor house.
fion:
My mom works at the poor house.
wish:
well:
I heard one person claim they got a horse!
Unfair, dost thou agree?
n:
Well, I do!
y:
Me too. . .
+++
NAME: Fenelon
DESCRIPTION: a sad and weakened soul.
GREETING: G'day [you], I hope ye've been well.
JOB: I sew sails for Captain Blythe.
BYE: Tomorrow then.
capt:
blyt:
He's the owner of The Crow's Nest! Between thee and I, he's a real
nasty soul!
crow:
nest:
They do have fine sails, if nothing else!
sew:
fine:
sail:
Made only from the finest muslin and a dash of spider silk!
musl:
spid:
silk:
That's right!
nast:
soul:
He has myself, and Rew here, held in indentured servitude indefinitely!
ind:
serv:
Yes, tis a pity, especially for such a young child as Rew.
rew:
She is a wonderful child.
wond:
chil:
Thou dost show kindness.
Dost thou usually pay the sacrifice tax?
n:
The guard is off at lunch and at night. Enter and leave then to avoid
him!
y:
Indeed.
+++
NAME: Lady Sahra
DESCRIPTION: a strong woman of firm resolve.
JOB: I help with the sick and injured.
BYE: May thy journeys be free of strife!
sick:
The plagues, once thought gone, have returned!
retu:
plag:
It is carried by rats and other rodents.
rat:
rode:
They are nasty, unclean creatures.
inju:
Many come to convalesce from injuries sustained in factional skirmishes!
fact:
skir:
They have lessened dramatically since martial law was imposed!
mart:
law:
impo:
Blackthorn has done a good job given the circumstances. Dost thou not
agree?
n:
Well, I do. Poor man, he's badly misunderstood.
y:
If people would just let him, he'd straighten out a lot of this mess!
+++
NAME: Delwyn
DESCRIPTION: a poor and destitute beggar.
BYE: See thee again soon, gov'na!
GREETING: Pity, pity me, I'm but a poor and destitute beggar! Surely
thou canst spare a few gold crowns?
n:
Cheapskate!
y:
Bless ye! [3 crowns = a few]
Thou shalt find me a worthy investment! Later, I shall prove it unto
thee!
[known] Greetings, [you], surely thou canst spare a few gold crowns for
a friend in need?
n:
But, [you], how shall I eat. . .
y:
Thank ye gov'na! Oh, and by the way. . . I seen sump'n ye might wish to
know since last we met. . .
Care to know it?
n:
O. K.
y:
Well, I ben noticin' Shenstone the armourer's ben sneakin' 'bout town
'round noontime!
Surely, [you], that bit o'news is worth some gold to ye ain't it?
n:
Cheapskate!
y:
Bless ye, thy kindness is only exceeded by thy virtue!
******Trinsic dialog******
+++
NAME: Woolfe
DESCRIPTION: a stout man in a shining suit of armour!
GREETING: Well met [you], and a g'day to thee!
JOB: I'm the blacksmith here at The Paladin's Protectorate.
BYE: Farewell, my friend!
pala:
prot:
blac:
I forge fine weapons and stout armour!
forg:
It's o'er there in the back!
weap:
My favorites are the spiked helms, shields and morning stars!
favo:
spik:
helm:
shie:
morn:
star:
Indeed, they are!
armo:
Plate mail, my friend. Ey, doth shine so brightly too! 'been make'n a
suit for my young son.
son:
He's been sick!
sick:
My son Jimmy is a fine lad. He is staying at the healer's.
jim:
They occasionally let him visit the lake. If thou dost see him, ask him
about ships. He enjoys talking about them.
lake:
heal:
He's got this funny roommate that sleepwalks!
fun:
room:
slee:
Yea, in the middle of the night, he walks the city walls!
+++
NAME: Sindar. . . . . . I think.
DESCRIPTION: an old wizard who appears to be sleepwalking!
JOB: Job?
BYE: Uh. . . Bye.
wake:
Wake?
grea:
coun:
wiza:
Yes.:
word:
powe:
INFAMA!
whic:
dung:
Dungeon? SHAME!
+++
NAME: Jimmy
DESCRIPTION: a pale young boy.
GREETING: Hello, [you], nice to see thee.
JOB: I just like to sit by the lake and think.
BYE: Come visit with me again soon!
lake:
thin:
It is very relaxing.
ship:
hms:
H. M.:
cape:
extr:
powe:
Twice the hull strength and twice the speed of any other vessel!
stre:
hull:
She bore a magical ship's wheel that did enchant her bow!
magi:
whee:
ench:
bow:
'Twas lost during the Age of the Avatar!
spee:
Rigging her sails a special way gave her this enchanted ability!
spec:
rigg:
ench:
It was designed by Master Hawkins of the Oaken Oar.
mast:
hawk:
oak:
oar:
'Tis rumoured that plans for her rigging still are kept by Hawkins
himself at his shoppe!
shop:
plan:
'Tis but only a rumour!
I love ships! Ever 'eard of the H. M. S. Cape?
n/y:
Many extraordinary powers had she!
+++
NAME: Gruman
DESCRIPTION: a stately knight.
GREETING: Well met [you].
JOB: I walk the walls of fair Trinsic!
BYE: Farewell, and may thy blade drink the blood of Honor's enemies!
mant:
hono:
Dost thou seek the Mantra for the Virtue of Honor?
n:
O. K.
y:
/
Then 'tis thine! SUMM is the chant that thou dost seek!
walk:
trin:
I am waiting here for a sign!
wait:
sign:
I know not what form it shall take, but when it comes I shall go in
search of my lord!
lord:
Lord British, of course!
Hath thy sword tasted blood since last we met?
n:
A pity!
y:
For a just and honorable cause I trust?
n:
Villainous scum!
y:
'Tis always good to commit thy life to deeds of Honor!
******Skara Brae dialog******
+++
NAME: Froed
DESCRIPTION: a small, dirty, and tattered child. Please, don't hurt me!
GREETING: Oh, it is thee, [you]. Thou didst give me a scare!
JOB: I am hiding!
BYE: Bye.
hurt:
Please, don't!
hid:
From those nasty people!
nast:
peop:
They dragged off my father!
fath:
His name is Greymarch. He spoke out against Blackthorn and they took
him away.
spok:
blac:
Since he came to power, no one can speak their mind!
mo:
She died when I was born.
grey:
Hast thou ever heard of him?
n:
I hope he still lives.
y:
Hast thou seen any sign of him?
n:
I wonder where they have taken him.
y:
Where?
****:
I've not seen him there!
jail:
pris:
yew:
Then there is hope!
Wouldst thou take him a message?
O. K.:
y:
Tell him Froed is well and I'm sure he shall reward thee!
+++
NAME: Flain
DESCRIPTION: a dark and ominous wizard.
GREETING: Why hast thou disturbed me, wretch?
JOB: How dare thee enter my tower uninvited.
BYE: Begone, fool, before I blast thee!
oppr:
This had best be important, for if 'tis not. . .
Who sent thee?
****:
I know not of what thou dost speak.
judg:
dryd:
Dost thou wish to join the Oppression?
y:
First, thou must prove thy allegiance! Tell me the name of a member of
the Great Council, so we might dispatch the traitor!
****:
I do not believe thee!
hass:
We know that one already!
mali:
anno:
goet:
fele:
fion:
sind:
Ah, very good, just as we suspected. That one will soon perish! Now, to
further thy acceptance in our order, go see Elistaria on the
northeastern most isle of Britannia. Say to her the password, 'Impera'.
+++
NAME: Kindor
DESCRIPTION: a weak and sickly bard.
GREETING: Hello. . . [you].
JOB: I. . . am here to convalesce.
BYE: Fare thee well!
conv:
To. . . let my wounds heal!
woun:
heal:
I was. . . struck by a Shadowlord's magical arrow!
shad:
arro:
I fear. . . that I shall die!
die:
Not knowing is the worst part, though.
shri:
Yes, I know the Mantra of Spirituality.
If I give it unto thee, wilt thou use it to help rid us of the evil
Shadowlords?
n:
Then I shall not give it unto thee!
y:
Use it soon, for remember, Blackthorn too searches for the Mantra. . . .
He will use the Mantra to destroy the shrines and remove their power
from the world! The Mantra of Spirituality is OM! Guard it well! I had
not yet learned the location of the shrine, but I was on my way to see
Lady Janell in the Lycaeum. She may know.
+++
NAME: Saul:
DESCRIPTION: a ragged man.
JOB: I am a visitor.
BYE: Good day.
visi:
Came to see an old friend!
frie:
His name is Kindor. He was struck by a Shadowlord's bolt!
kind:
shad:
bolt:
He resisted the Shadowlord's takeover of his towne!
take:
resi:
He fled after he was shot. I found him near death and brought him here.
mand:
nigh:
Wilt thou help us vanquish these daemons?
n:
Pity.
y:
Kindor has some information regarding a shrine that might aid thee.
Visit him at the healer's near 6 P. M.
Wisheth thee to find them?
n:
O. K.
y:
Legend tells of a spot in the Bloody Plains, forever damp from the blood
of many battles. Mandrake root can be found there or in the Fens of the
Dead. Deadly nightshade can only be found in the most thickly forested
spot of Spiritwood. Both may only be collected in the darkness of
midnight!
******New Magincia dialog******
+++
NAME: Tomoka
DESCRIPTION: a weary but contented villager.
JOB: I work in the communal fields.
BYE: Goodbye, and good journey!
comm:
fiel:
Each of us profits from the labours of the group!
prof:
grou:
labo:
We are all dependent upon each other, more than ever now that Blackthorn
takes so much of our harvest!
blac:
harv:
He says he means to improve our lives, but he does little to keep his
promise.
impr:
live:
litt:
prom:
Lord British would not have approved.
brit:
appr:
Dost thou believe he may one day return?
n:
Neither do I.
y:
Kind words, stranger.
+++
NAME: Shirita
DESCRIPTION: a kindly old woman.
JOB: I tend the graves of the former inhabitants of Magincia, poor
souls!
BYE: 'Til then.
magi:
soul:
form:
inha:
Long ago, Magincia was destroyed for its sins of pride and arrogance.
sins:
prid:
arro:
Magincia was once a thriving merchant community, the envy of all
Britannia!
envy:
brit:
Sadly, they were not at all humble. Daemons sprang from the earth,
engulfing Magincia in flames!
daem:
demo:
flam:
The souls of the inhabitants lived on as undead creatures to warn others
from the twisted path of Pride! After years of torment, they have
finally been laid to rest.
Pride is difficult to avoid. Dost thou strive to walk a humble path?
n:
Then daemons shall surely engulf thee too!
y:
Good. There is a wise old man in this towne, who lives the life of a
recluse. He has much wisdom on the virtue of Humility.
+++
NAME: Yasuda
DESCRIPTION: a noble farmer.
GREETING: Welcome, [you], how can I help thee?
JOB: I am a farmer.
BYE: Farewell, and may the sun shine brightly upon thy future!
farm:
We have worked very hard here to rebuild Magincia.
rebu:
magi:
It has been a very long and laborious task, but we are near completion.
comp:
We would be through now if 'twer not for the black devils who come and
take fully half our yield!
shad:
blac:
devi:
The Shadowlords are Blackthorn's enforcers of his self-righteous regime!
yiel:
'Tis not much, I assure thee!
+++
NAME: Tetsuo
DESCRIPTION: a bright and cheerful young man.
GREETING: A fine day to thee, [you].
JOB: I work hard and reflect upon the greater meaning.
BYE: May thou spend thy days walking the path of virtue!
refl:
grea:
mean:
misg:
The foundations of virtue are of good intent, but one must choose the
path of virtue freely!
virt:
path:
When deeds of a normally virtuous nature are forced upon thee, they lose
that virtue. One must truly want to do good for others, rather than be
forced to do so!
Art thou a servant of Blackthorn?
y:
The Eight Laws are a good guide. . .
n:
I feel the Eight Laws are misguiding!
+++
NAME: Fumiko
DESCRIPTION: a stout hearted young woman.
GREETING: Hello, [you], I trust thou hast been well.
JOB: I share the workload in the community fields.
BYE: Fare well. Oh, by the way. . .
comm:
fiel:
We work long days, but 'tis a choice we make freely!
choi:
free:
Devoid of freedom, what would virtue be. . .
virt:
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they
are free!
hope:
ensl:
fals:
beli:
Those who mindlessly follow the will and tyranny of Blackthorn! Yet
still, many believe themselves free!
+++
NAME: Kaiko
DESCRIPTION: a timid, reserved woman.
JOB: I work to grow the crops for our towne.
BYE: May thou find what thou dost seek!
town:
New Magincia!
crop:
Without our work, many would starve, yet we seek no more than our humble
earnings, unlike the new King!
king:
Blackthorn, the usurper!
usur:
blac:
He takes half our harvest, and imprisons those with the knowledge of the
ancients!
anci:
impr:
know:
One of our people was of the Council, and was jailed by the King even
though he never lifted a finger against the throne!
coun:
lead:
thro:
jail:
Hassad came to us from Skara Brae, fleeing Blackthorn's search. A long
time he lived among us, for Magincia was near forgotten. But, the
Shadowlords found him. Now he lies chained in Blackthorn's dark
dungeon. He is to be an example to those who refuse to yield their
knowledge for his evil use!
+++
NAME: Katrina
DESCRIPTION: Katrina, an old friend.
JOB: I am waiting here until I can resume the battle!
BYE: Farewell my old friend, return for me when thou canst!
wait:
batt:
The battle of Virtue!
virt:
'Tis thee, [you], that knows the virtues better than all others!
join:
[you], thou hast returned! I'd heard rumors of thy arrival! I see they
were true! Is it time we resumed the battle?
n:
Alas, I yearn for battle!
y:
Am I to join thee now?
n:
I see, soon I hope!
y:
Let us be off!
+++
NAME: Wartow
DESCRIPTION: a wise old man.
JOB: I stay here to live out my life!
BYE: Farewell, and stay on the Path!
life:
I have lived many years.
year:
Too many to count!
humi:
wis:
Who dost thou serve?
****:
I see.
brit:
Dost thou hate the evil tyrant Blackthorn?
y:
**
Then how dost thou judge him? Dost thou know all there is to know about
him?
n:
Then perhaps thou shouldst reserve judgement!
y:
Doubtful, at best!
**
n:
Thou art wiser than I thought!
Doth the evil and hatred within him make thee better than he?
y:
Thou art not truly an Avatar!
n:
Art thou proud of this fact?
n:
Then there may be hope for thee yet.
**
Dost thou need the Mantra of Humility?
n:
Thou must be doing well!
y:
Then it is thine! LUM is the chant which thou dost seek!
**
y:
Thou art not truly an Avatar!
************
* CASTLE *
************
******Dialog for Lord British's Castle******
+++
NAME: Alistair the Bard
DESCRIPTION: a melancholy musician.
GREETING: A fine day to thee [you]!
JOB: I try to lift people's spirits through my music!
BYE: Good day to thee, friend!
spir:
musi:
Once, this was a happy place, where all could come to shed the worries
of the world for a brief time. But now, times have changed and all that
remains are memories!
memo:
Memories of the good times.
good:
time:
When Lord British ruled this land with a firm but just hand.
just:
hand:
'Tis hard for a monarch to walk the line of power and fairness.
line:
mona:
powe:
fair:
We miss the true ruler, and yet hope for his return!
+++
NAME: Stephen
DESCRIPTION: a large, jolly man with a very dirty apron.
JOB: I am the lower kitchen chef.
BYE: May thou stay as well fed as I am!
apr:
Well, what dost thou expect! I've been working in the kitchen!
cook:
chef:
I love to cook, especially for banquets!
kitc:
'Tis small but well stocked.
banq:
Alas, we have not had one since the master left us.
his:
mast:
Yes, 'tis very sad, though I hope for his return, so I may once again
place roast pheasant before him!
roas:
phea:
'Twas his favorite.
stoc:
We have many delicacies from every region of the Kingdom!
deli:
We even have pheasant!
king:
regi:
All over!
+++
NAME: Treanna
DESCRIPTION: a young girl.
GREETING: Greetings, [you], nice to see thee again.
JOB: I am the stable girl.
BYE: Goodbye.
stab:
Lord British's stables are home to many of the finest breeds in the
land.
val:
lord:
brit:
Alas, he is no longer with us.
bree:
We have prime examples of most of the major breeds.
smit:
What's thy favorite breed?
Never heard of that one, must be one of Blackthorn's new creations!
val:
Hey, mine too!
step:
plou:
moun:
Well, they're well enough I suppose, but they hath not any true spirit!
Ever heard of a talking horse?
n:
A mage from Paws name Bandaii claims one exists! I wish I could
remember the horse's name. . . .
y:
What was its name?
****:
No, that's not it.
ed:
Not that one!
smit:
That's it! I have heard it lives in Iolo's barn, by his hut in the deep
forest!
+++
NAME: Margaret
DESCRIPTION: a sprightly old woman.
GREETING: Aye, [you], always a pleasure!
JOB: I am the upper kitchen chef.
BYE: Drop by later for a hot bowl of soup.
uppe:
kitc:
chef:
We feed a whole lot o' folks here!
folk:
We serve mostly guards. Since Lord British left we get few visitors.
visi:
brit:
He took an expedition into the newfound Underworld and was killed!
guar:
They're a mangy lot, but I loves 'em.
food:
soup:
cold:
day:
The weather's turned quite bitter since those Shadowlords appeared!
weat:
shad:
Indeed it has!
Art thou from around here?
n:
Nice to have thee, friend.
y:
I see.
Wouldst thou like some hot broth?
n:
Ah.
y:
'ere, 'ave some. It'll take the chill from thy bones on these cold
days. [gives food]
Wouldst thou pay 5 crowns to 'elp offset the cost?
n:
Well, thanks anyway.
y:
Thanks.
+++
NAME: Desiree
DESCRIPTION: a scruffy young girl.
JOB: I help my grandmother prepare the meals!
BYE: See ya!
gran:
Her name is Margaret, and her broth is the best.
prep:
meal:
It's hard work, for we feed a lot of hungry mouths.
feed:
hung:
mout:
Those guards eat like bottomless pits. . . But, none of them are as bad
as Lord Stuart the Hungry!
lord:
stu:
He travels around between the towns and castles and eats and eats until
they throw him out! I hear he's been working on a magic spell to create
food!
magi:
spel:
crea:
food:
It is not yet perfected, I'm told. Apparently, it only creates a small
quantity, much too little for him!
+++
NAME: Drudgeworth
DESCRIPTION: a unkempt and pitiful soul with a distant stare.
GREETING: Hey, come 'ere! Yer the first soul I've seen in months! Won't
ye stay and speak with me a while?
y:
Chuckles 'ates me! Left me locked up 'ere well beyond me sentence!
Ye believes me, don't ye?
y:
Then let me out. I can helps ye!
Ye will let me out, won't ye?
y:
Aye, let's go then.
n: (at any time) Then go! On yer wretched way, PIGDOG! Just ye wait
'til I get outta this hole! I'll teach ye to mess with ol' Drudgeworth!
I didn't do it!
sent:
For a crime I did not commit.
faul:
comm:
crim:
I didn't mean to kill 'er! Honest!
who:
kill:
her:
Why doesn't they believes me?
chuc:
'Twer his fault really!
help:
Why, I can show ye where it's hidden!
it:
wher:
hidd:
Lets me out, I'll show ye.
+++
NAME: Saduj
DESCRIPTION: a shifty-eyed man.
JOB: I'm the gardener.
BYE: Be off!
gard:
Really! Just inspecting the plants.
plan:
insp:
Thou knowest, watering and the like!
wate:
like:
What is the matter. . . Dost thou not believe me?
n:
I see.
y:
For that matter, what art thou doing here?
****:
Likely story!
Art thou with the Oppression?
n:
Neither am I.
y:
Prove it! What's the password?
****:
Impostor!
impe:
Greetings friend! Knowest thou of my mission?
y:
Oh.
n:
Blackthorn himself sent me here to find an object hidden in Lord
British's chambers.
blac:
obje:
hide:
brit:
cham:
I know not what it is, but it rests in a sandalwood box.
sand:
box:
If destroyed, there shall be no chance for that scourge British to
return!
join:
Might I join thee, that we might work together?
n:
Later perhaps.
y:
Good!
+++
NAME: Stillwelt
DESCRIPTION: a big, mean, nasty, ugly guard!
BYE: Bye!
GREETING: Hey, you! Dost thou not know that this is a restricted area?
n:
Shut up! Thou art not allowed up here!
y:
Art thou going to leave on thy own or must I throw thee off the
battlements?
****:
I didn't catch thy meaning. Didst thou understand me? I said. . .
thro:
n:
Thou hadst thy chance!
own:
leav:
y:
Get off the roof, NOW!
+++
NAME: Chuckles
DESCRIPTION: a bouncing jester!
JOB: I am here to welcome and try to entertain!
BYE: Let me know if I might entertain thee again!
welc:
Welcome, welcome, welcome. Welcome to the castle of His Royal Majesty,
His Eminence, The Immortal, currently missing, feared dead, Lord
Cantabrigian British! And, his trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly,
courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and
reverent. . . . . . Jester, Chuckles the Bumble. . . . . . That's ME!
ente:
roya:
maje:
emin:
immo:
miss:
dead:
cant:
brit:
The same.
cast:
This one.
drud:
Who?:
Ho eyo he hum! Ho eyo he hum! Ho eyo he hum! Bounce, bounce, bounce,
bounce! Didst thou enjoy that?
n:
Oh, I'll do it better this time!
y:
I thought thou might!
******Dialog for Blackthorn's Castle******
+++
NAME: Blackthorn
DESCRIPTION: the Dark Lord himself!
GREETING: Greetings, [you], what an unexpected pleasure! Wilt thou be
staying with us long?
n:
I beg to differ! So very kind of thee to deliver thyself unto me!
Prepare now to meet thy fate!
y:
Hast thou joined us in the Oppression?
n:
Then how considerate of thee to turn thyself in. . . Guards! Seize this
infidel!
y:
Then, surely, thou dost know our password. . . . What is it?
****:
No, I'm afraid that is not it. . . Guards! Seize this infidel!
impe:
Fine! With thee on our side, we shall be invincible! Please, feel free
to roam my castle and grounds!
??->Who dares approach the mighty Blackthorn? I think not, let's try
again!
+++
NAME: Gorn:
DESCRIPTION: a mighty-thewed barbarian.
BYE: Take care.
GREETING: Ah, Brohm be praised! A soul to share my cell! With me for an
escape?
n:
Fool!
y:
If I helps thee, wilt thou take me with thee?
n:
Hmmm.
y:
I've escaped many times, and been caught as many. I knows this castle
likes the backs of me hands!
In the dead of night we must go out through a secret door that's here
behinds me. Climbs up onto the roof and sneaks down the northern ladder.
In Blackthorn's bedroom, go through a secret door, down the ladder on
t'other side. Through the secret door to the north, down another ladder
and out the back gates! Wait there 'til morning when the drawbridge is
lowered and flee for our lives! Get all that down?
n:
Hmmm.
y:
Get the keys I hid in the brazier and let's be off!
+++
NAME: . . . . Thou art in grave danger!
DESCRIPTION: a scraggly, tortured soul in tattered garb.
JOB: I've been here oh so many months, and all for the breaking of a Law
of Virtue!
BYE: Don't leave me here! Please unlock my chains!
grav:
dang:
Guards, daemons and Shadowlords abound! Thou must leave before it's too
late!
guar:
daem:
shad:
Yes, they come here often to beat and taunt me!
brea:
law:
virt:
It matters not, they are all a travesty!
trav:
They defile the foundations of Virtue!
+++
NAME: Kraw:
DESCRIPTION: a simple man with a crooked back.
JOB: I tend the horses.
BYE: Farewell.
hors:
tend:
Yes, we have a fine stable of thoroughbreds.
stab:
thor:
Indeed, the finest. Why, we have not only the plough and mountain
breeds, but even the purest breed of the High Steppes. We lack only
the Valorian warhorse, which we still seek!
val:
That breed we still lack.
step:
plou:
moun:
That breed we have.
+++
NAME: Weblock
DESCRIPTION: a mysterious old mage with a twisted, bony face.
JOB: I am here to aid thee.
BYE: Watch thy step.
aid:
Please sign in.
Where or whom dost thou seek?
blac:
Try up the northern stairs to the throne room, but he usually does not
see visitors!
gorn:
hass:
He is a prisoner in the dungeon!
kraw:
He is likely in the stables.
webl:
'Tis I.
gall:
The chef is probably in the kitchen.
foul:
The jester is often hard to locate!
thro:
Try up the northern stairs.
kitc:
Go up the ladder in the main foyer.
foye:
Back down the stairs.
dung:
Take the stairs behind the guardposts, near the front gates.
roof:
Climb up a corner tower from the dungeon level.
stab:
Take the ladder down.
+++
NAME: Gallrot
DESCRIPTION: fat and greasy man.
JOB: I make the slop that feeds this lot of mangy dogs.
BYE: Oh, bugger off then.
food:
slop:
A little ol' horse meat, a few young children, that sort of thing.
meat:
hors:
It's cheap an' plentiful!
youn:
chil:
When we can get 'em!
cook:
chef:
I make the food here.
mang:
dog:
Well, they may not really be dogs, but they sure is mangy!
Care to try some?
n:
Don't touch the stuff meself.
y:
Gulp. . . Choke. . . Gag. . . Spit. . . Aye, goes down a bit rough.
+++
NAME: Foulwell
DESCRIPTION: a pompous, silly man.
JOB: I entertain with tales of the inquisition.
BYE: Jingle, jingle!
tale:
inqu:
Why, just the other day, we had a marvelous time, watching a young lady
being drawn and quartered!
lady:
draw:
quar:
She refused to humble herself to a guard's advances!
Isn't that a riot?
n:
Perhaps then, thou wouldst find more humorous the one about the visitor
who failed to laugh at the Royal Jester's stories. The cook's young
nephew was a little brat. He didn't laugh at my jokes, so we threw 'im
in the vat!
Wouldst thou like to join us next time?
n:
Just watch thyself, friend!
y:
I'll be sure to look ye up.
Ho, ho, ha, ha, he, he. . . How 'bout that one, like it?
n:
GUARDS!
y:
I thank thee.
+++
NAME: Hassad
DESCRIPTION: an old and blind wizard.
GREETING: Who is there? What dost thou want?
Is that thee [you]?
n:
Then what dost thou want?
y:
Oh, good.
JOB: I am a prisoner, just as thou art now.
BYE: Farewell.
pris:
I was taken from my home in New Magincia.
magi:
Therein I led a peaceful life.
life:
peac:
Until the Shadowlords found me.
foun:
shad:
I have knowledge Blackthorn seeks.
know:
blac:
seek:
That is for me to know.
powe:
word:
I don't know of what thou dost speak.
coun:
I know of the Great Council, but what maketh thee ask me?
****:
I know nothing about it!
kaik:
She is a fine woman. If she has told thee of me, she must have great
faith in thee.
dawn:
I presume thou dost seek the Word of Power for the dungeon Hythloth.
Are we where I may speak freely?
n:
Then I shall wait.
y:
The Word thou seeketh is IGNAVUS!
******Dialog for West Brittany******
+++
NAME: Camile
DESCRIPTION: a young woman.
GREETING: [you], how art thou doing on this fine day?
JOB: I keep the fields.
BYE: Oh, by the way. . .
[2nd time] Farewell, and a good day to thee, [you].
fiel:
Unlike the unfortunates living in other parts of the land, our crops
grow true and strong!
crop:
true:
stro:
Indeed they do!
unfo:
othe:
land:
Surely, thou knowest of the ravages of the Dark Lord!
shad:
rava:
dark:
Blackthorn sends the Shadowlords unto many townes, but we lie too close
to Lord British's castle.
blac:
The Dark Lord, ya fool!
clos:
brit:
cast:
It would seem as though they don't like to get too close to the castle
of the True Master!
true:
mast:
Surely, thou dost agree Lord British is the rightful ruler?
n:
Begone, foolish knave!
y:
Good.
Hmmm. . . How hath thy journeys fared?
I see, what canst I do for thee today?
+++
NAME: Phillip
DESCRIPTION: a sweaty and soiled farmer.
GREETING: Aye up lad, what's goin' on?
JOB: I work these fields, with me chum Dibbs.
chum:
dibb:
That's just me nickname for Christopher.
chri:
He works the fields with me.
farm:
fiel:
It's an 'ard grind, but I shan't be doin' it long.
long:
it:
grin:
I've plans to become an artist!
arti:
'Till then I'll just keep workin' 'ere!
BYE: Cheerio!
+++
NAME: Christopher
DESCRIPTION: a dashing young farmer.
GREETING: G'day, [you]!
JOB: I fiddle in the fields to keep me fed.
BYE: Ta, mate.
dibb:
I see thou hast been speakin' with Phillip.
phil:
He's me mate!
mate:
Friend.
fidd:
fiel:
I pride myself in a job well done, even if one does not enjoy it.
enjo:
job:
done:
What I really enjoy is writing works of fantasy.
writ:
fant:
I'm currently working on an epic called 'Times of Lore! '
time:
lore:
I hope to have it published soon.
soon:
publ:
Through Origin, of course.
Wilt thou buy it?
n:
Then I'll be of little help to thee in the future!
y:
Good! Enchanted, I'm sure, to have met such an enlightened soul.
What a nice chap thou art.
+++
NAME: Kurt
DESCRIPTION: a young boy
JOB: I am the stable boy.
BYE: Good bye!
stab:
boy:
I tend the horses.
tend:
I feed and groom them.
feed:
Oats and hay, mostly.
oat:
And hay.
hay:
And oats.
groo:
It's hard work but I enjoy the horses.
hors:
We have many breeds.
bree:
Well. . . . We have Ploughhorses, the Mountain breed, and those from the
Steppes! Unfortunately, we don't have any Valorian purebreds, But they
do over in the castle!
plou:
moun:
step:
We have those.
val:
cast:
Trea:
I am sure Treanna would love to talk to thee about horses, especially
Valorian horses!
Hast thou ever seen one?
My friend Treanna and I both love them. Treanna works in the castle and
gets to see them every day!
******Dialog for North Brittany******
+++
NAME: Thentis
DESCRIPTION: a young farmer.
JOB: I am a farmer.
BYE: Good journeys.
resi:
Never heard of it.
blac:
A fine man. . . Cough, cough!
dawn:
To the others!
What dost thou do?
Dost thou like it?
Art thou helped, or hindered by the new laws?
****:
I said. . .
help:
Oh.:
hind:
Then might I venture to say that thou doth oppose Blackthorn's new laws?
n:
I see.
y:
Art thou aware that this is heresy?
n:
It is!
y:
Dost thou know of the Resistance?
n:
Hmmm. . .
y:
Dost thou support it?
n:
Oh.
y:
Dost thou know their password?
n:
I see.
y:
dawn:
What is it?
n:
Hmmm. . .
dawn:
Good. . . Sorry about all the questions, but we've got to be careful. If
thou art with us, meet us by the well at midnight! Mention the password
to those attending, but no one else, for spies abound!
+++
NAME: Joshua
DESCRIPTION: a soiled farmer.
GREETING: Greetings [you]!
JOB: I am a farmer, of course!
BYE: Farewell.
farm:
Our crops grow well.
crop:
'Tis on account of the fine soil!
soil:
This soil grows the best crops.
dawn:
What didst thou say?
****:
Oh.
dawn:
Dost thou serve the Resistance?
n:
Oh.
y:
Good!
Shall I tell thee what I know?
n:
O. K.
y:
I've heard much of the Shadowlords. If faced in combat, thou art drawn
into their plane of existance to do battle. It seems that they cannot be
killed by normal means, so most who fight them die quickly. A few souls
have lived to tell that if a Shadowlord is struck down, it will vanish
into thin air! Soon after, its twisted soul shall return anew! One named
Sutek knows how to destroy them, he lives on a remote isle in the south
of the Great Sea!
+++
NAME: Leof:
DESCRIPTION: a burly farm hand.
JOB: I work for Miss Vigil
BYE: Good day.
miss:
vigi:
She owns the farm.
farm:
That's where I work.
dawn:
resi:
Yes, sunrise is beautiful. Hard to Resist, wouldst thou not agree?
n:
Indeed!
y:
Whom dost thou resist?
****:
I see.
blac:
We too resist his foul, oppressive regime! Hast thou ever faced a
Shadowlord?
We have heard that here upon the very surface of Britannia there is a
place where their energies focus! Just where it is we have not learned,
but thou might learn more if thou dost seek out Sir Sean, who lives. . .
Ah yes, in the Lycaeum on Dagger Isle. If thou canst find him, ask of
Stonegate! Mayhap those Spectres can be dispatched from this plane of
existence!
+++
NAME: Vigil
DESCRIPTION: a strong, tall woman
JOB: I make my living by farming.
BYE: Good hunting!
livi:
farm:
adve:
roam:
land:
warr:
That was before!
befo:
Never mind.
neve:
That's right! Never mind!
dawn:
them:
frie:
Thentis, Joshua, and Leof!
then:
josh:
leof:
We adventured together!
lear:
much:
That was before the Shadowlords!
shad:
My friends and I learned much about them before we retired. Talk to
them!
I do now, but once I roamed the land as a warrior! Dost thou believe me?
n:
Try me then, fool!
y:
Thou art perceptive!
Hmmm. . . I guess that thou art with the Resistance, yes?
n:
O. K. have it your way.
y:
Canst thou prove it?
y:
I doubt it!
n:
At least thou art honest! I feel thou art trustworthy. Before, when my
friends and I were a band of stalwart adventurers, we learned much!
******Dialog for East Brittany******
+++
NAME: Sir Adam the Torch
DESCRIPTION: a man with singed eyebrows and charred clothes, holding a
blackened box.
JOB: I seek to improve water travel!
BYE: See 'ya!
wate:
trav:
blac:
box:
Look out, this might explode.
expl:
Should be safe enough, though. What harm could a fire do, especially on
board a ship! ?
fire:
ship:
'Twas Squire Jimmy's fault, indeed. I told him to keep that torch away
from my experiment, but nooo! He never listens!
expe:
idea:
I found that a mixture of sulfur ash, mandrake, and the powder they fire
cannons with will unleash great power when burned!
unle:
powe:
Enough to make a ship sail sixscore knots faster! For a second or two,
anyway.
This could be a great breakthrough, dost thou agree?
n:
Hmph!
y:
I wish I could convince Master Hawkins.
+++
NAME: Squire Jimmy
DESCRIPTION: a wide-eyed young boy
JOB: I am apprenticed to Master Hawkins!
BYE: Come back and see us ever and anon!
hawk:
Hawkins, the third generation master shipwright!
ship:
mast:
appr:
His grandfather designed the HMS Cape, fastest ship that ever sailed!
Now Master Hawkins and his servants ply the family trade.
trad:
serv:
fami:
Shipbuilding!
Cape:
HMS:
Master Hawkins misplaced the plans for 'er long ago, and nothing since
has been so fast. Still, we try many new ideas!
idea:
Ask Sir Adam!
I say, thou dost seem rather well-travelled. What news of the world
hath thee?
****:
Ah, that's the same news as anyone else's. They teach us in school that
'tis all for the common good. I suppose that we're to believe what
we're taught.
+++
NAME: Flint
DESCRIPTION: a short, bearded stump of a man
JOB: I work me forge, craftin' fine ship parts!
BYE: Come back anytime, I'll be here.
part:
forg:
ship:
Nowadays, they're turnin' to all this newfangled magical stuff to run
ships, an' away from the days of sweat and iron!
swea:
iron:
stuf:
magi:
days:
In my younger days, we thought it queer to use aught but what grew by
the beaches in the vessels we made. And proud we were indeed of our
handiwork, even when it sank. Then, just as I learned the craft, we
began to make use of more iron and steel than wood. An' things were
just fine up 'til now.
til:
unti:
now:
Now with all that magic, no one knows what's goin' on!
******Dialog for Paws******
+++
NAME: Glinkie
DESCRIPTION: a wisened adventurer!
JOB: I've come to Paws to visit the guild.
BYE: Until we next meet.
guil:
I hear they have some of the best gems made.
gem:
I am searching for the mystic Shrine of Spirituality, and feel they
would be of good use!
spir:
shri:
I fear it was destroyed!
dest:
word:
powe:
Whilst at the destroyed shrine, yell the word of power. Then meditate
upon the Shrine's virtue with the proper Mantra for three cycles.
Dost thou know where to find it?
n:
Too bad.
y:
Where?
****:
I don't think so.
moon:
mid:
gate:
equa:
Art thou saying that I must enter a Moongate to reach the Shrine of
Spirituality?
n:
Oh.
y:
At midnight?
n:
Oh.
y:
Oh, no wonder I never found it! Well, that one is likely safe then. . .
But, should thou see one destroyed. . . Remember they can be restored
with the Words of Power!
+++
NAME: Bandaii
DESCRIPTION: a mysterious mage.
JOB: I seek a magical beast.
BYE: Farewell friend.
magi:
beas:
Since the last age, rumours abound of a legendary horse!
rumo:
lege:
hors:
I search for Smith, the notorious talking horse!
smit:
talk:
I do not doubt the rumours, but this I must see for myself!
magi:
fly:
carp:
Yes, I once had a magic flying carpet. I wilt tell thee where it was, if
thou wilt help me find the talking horse!
iolo:
hut:
Dost thou believe in talking horses?
n:
Too bad.
y:
Hast thou seen one?
n:
Too bad.
y:
Was it Smith?
n:
Think of that, another!
y:
Where didst thou see him?
****:
Unlikely.
iolo:
hut:
At last! For thy efforts I will tell thee that I gave a magical carpet
to Lord British himself! He kept it in his private chamber atop his
castle! If thou can get it, I'm sure thou can use it.
******Dialog for Cove******
+++
NAME: Ava:
DESCRIPTION: a pretty young girl.
GREETING: Welcome, [you].
JOB: My sister and I care for this temple.
BYE: Lead a life of Virtue.
temp:
The Temple of Virtue.
sist:
Leona.
virt:
Here, we hold the Eight Virtues sacred.
eigh:
sacr:
Indeed we do.
fals:
shar:
visi:
Ask my sister!
Dost thou wish to make an offering?
n:
Do as thou wilt.
y:
We welcome thee.
We ask for 5 gold crowns, wilt thou give?
n:
As thou wilt.
y:
We thank thee.
We ask for 5 gold crowns, wilt thou give?
n:
As thou wilt.
y:
We thank thee.
Art thou the Avatar of legend?
n/y:
Virtue makes no mistakes. We shall tell thee what we know of the Shard
of Falsehood. Ask my sister of her vision!
+++
NAME: Leona
DESCRIPTION: a pretty young girl.
JOB: We care for the temple.
BYE: Bye.
temp:
The Temple of Virtue.
sist:
Ava.:
fals:
virt:
shar:
Talk with my sister.
visi:
In the deep of night, many moons ago, a vision came unto my sister and
I. . . We saw the Shard of Falsehood deep below a dungeon named Deceit.
The path that was revealed traveled first southwest across many high
peaks, opening to a large system of caverns. Then the way led southwest.
At a major intersection it turned northwest, soon branching northeast.
After a long journey northward, the passage turned west. Here the path
went on to rocky hills to the southwest, then turned northwest. Over a
lake it ran, unto a massive series of great falls, ending in a larger
lake. Here, upon a small isle, lies the Shard of Falsehood!
+++
NAME: Ambrose
DESCRIPTION: a frail and injured fighter.
JOB: I am resting.
BYE: Good luck, thou shalt need it!
rest:
A long and brutal battle 'twas.
long:
brut:
batt:
I was deep below the surface of Britannia, in search of the fabled
mystic weapons of the Avatar!
myst:
weap:
avat:
I had heard that they lay at the foundation of the Great Abyss!
abys:
Though the Abyss is gone, I descended through the mines of Hythloth to
search out the mystics.
sear:
mine:
hyth:
Within the Underworld, where the Abyss once was, the lava still flows,
north of the underground entrance of Hythloth. 'Tis there, northward
across cavernous peaks from the dungeon, amidst the boiling lava, that
the mystic arms are said to lie!
Dost thou seek the fate of Lord British?
n:
I see.
y:
Remember only the Mystic arms work near great evil. Only such evil
could hold our lord!
******Dialog for Buccaneers' Den******
+++
NAME: Thorkin
DESCRIPTION: a broad-chested, burly man.
GREETING: Ahar there, [you].
JOB: I be a blacksmith.
BYE: If'n ye haves need of a smithy, gimme a shout, matey!
blac:
I works metal fer The Rusty Bucket an' Buccaneer's Booty.
forg:
meta:
Iron.
rust:
buck:
I makes the iron rivets 'n bindins fer their ships.
bucc:
boot:
I forge most all er' thems fine weapons.
fine:
weap:
Sharp swords and nasty daggers!
rive:
bind:
ship:
Only the best.
swor:
Good fer slitt'n the gullet of a fat merchant.
dagg:
Sharp 'n deadly!
Interested in makin' a purchase?
n:
Too bad.
y:
Talk to Kitiara, I'm sure ye'll be more'n satisfied!
+++
NAME: Scally
DESCRIPTION: a chubby old bard.
JOB: Likin' ye might expect, I entertain.
BYE: Farewell.
expe:
ente:
Why, I is the best singer 'ere in this whole towne! 'Course, I is the
only singer in this whole towne. . . No matter. . .
pira:
davi:
A real nasty ol' bloke I 'ear!
nast:
blok:
crot:
misb:
Aye, but I've also 'eard he was a great inventor!
inve:
Some say he's made a strange tool to aid in navigation.
tool:
navi:
I believes he called it a. . . Err. . . Ahh. . . Umm. . . . . . Sextant.
sext:
wher:
No one knows just where ol' David's off to, but I've 'eard some
speculat'n he's runnin' a lighthouse.
Wouldst ye likes me to sing ye a song, there mate?
n:
Ah.:
y:
There once was a pirate named David, so crotchety and misbehav'd. And
then one day, he sailed away, only to where, he would not say.
+++
NAME: Bidney
DESCRIPTION: a scruffy, smelly man.
JOB: I loves to drink!
BYE: Hic.
drin:
Rum, that's me favorite. Hic! 'Scuse me.
rum:
Yo ho ho!
ho:
yo:
And a bottle of rum!
bott:
Of rum!
moun:
clim:
grap:
Grapple of Rum! Hic!
pira:
Ey, got any?
n:
Hic, oh.
y:
Might I have a li'l taste?
y:
Please?
n:
Grumble. . . Hic!
y:
Aye, thanks mate! . . . Hic!
Didst ye ask me 'bout mountain climb'n?
y:
I used to be a. . . Hic. . . Mountain climber. . . Gave it up. . . Too
dangerous. . . So, I 'came a pirate!
Gave me grapple to a man named Lord Michael. . . Lived o'er at the
Emapthical Abbeyneyney. . . n:
Hic. . . Zzzzz. . .
+++
NAME: Sven:
DESCRIPTION: a swarthy pirate.
JOB: I'm a pirate! ! !
BYE: I need a drink!
pira:
Aye, but once upon a time, I was a glassblower.
glas:
Used to make fine and wonderful things, I did.
fine:
wond:
thin:
Oh, sculptures, crystals and the like.
scul:
crys:
like:
Aye, fine they were too. But, there were'nt much money in it, so I 'came
a pirate!
glas:
swor:
weap:
I once tried to make glass weapons, but all my attempts failed. I have
heard, though, of magically enhanced crystalline swords of great power!
magi:
enha:
crys:
grea:
powe:
They were said to have been lost in the Serpent's Spine by the captain
of a great airship.
capt:
air:
ship:
Airships sound like a heap of nonsense if thou wert to ask me!
+++
NAME: Lord Dalgrin
DESCRIPTION: a tall man in pirate attire. Greet'ns stranger, I am Lord
Dalgrin.
BYE: Watch out fer them keel haulin' seadogs of that Blackthorn feller.
bloo:
Dead foes don't talk!
pira:
I plunder where'er the winds take me.
wind:
sea:
I been 'round the world many a time!
dead:
foes:
I've had my share.
roun:
worl:
time:
shar:
More'n I can count. But today, I thinks I'll just relax an 'ave a drink
with Tierra!
drin:
Rum, me thinks.
rum:
Smart arse!
tier:
Aye, she's a feisty wench. . . But, give'r a drink and she'll oft'n 'ave
a bit a news fer ya.
Avast ye mate, surely thou dost know who I am, don't ye?
JOB: Why, I am the most bloodthirsty pirate to sail the seas.
GREETING: Why, shiver me timbers, if it ain't ol' [you]!
+++
NAME: Tierra
DESCRIPTION: a feisty wench.
GREETING: A goodly day unto thee [you].
JOB: What makes ye think it's any o'thee business?
BYE: Beat it!
[known] See ya later, [you].
busi:
None of yours.
drin:
Sure, I'll drinks with ye. . . If'n I canst only find my glass.
glas:
I left it round 'ere somewhere.
roun:
ere:
some:
I canst not seem to remember.
reme:
Speak'n of which. . . I canst not remember yer name. . .
[you], thou ought to know by now.
Dost ye think me pretty?
n:
Thou hast the beauty of an orc thyself!
y:
I likes thee, perhaps I canst help thee! Dost ye wish ye couldst climb
mountains?
Well, Bidney here used to. . . Talk to him 'bout mountain climb'n.
+++
NAME: Geoffrey
DESCRIPTION: a large and impressive fighter.
GREETING: [you]! Greetings, and well met! 'Tis I, Geoffrey, thy old
friend of battles past!
JOB: I await thy request to join with thee in battle!
BYE: Come for me soon!
trou:
With Blackthorn and the Shadowlords!
blac:
Indeed, what a tyrant!
shad:
Such foul spectres of Evil!
tyra:
spec:
evil:
join:
Have the years treated thee well?
n:
That is unfortunate.
y:
Ah, that is good.
I presume thou hast heard of our troubles.
Is it time we set off against them?
n:
Soon, I hope.
y:
Shall I join thy party now?
n:
Soon, I hope.
y:
I am eager for battle!
************
* KEEP *
************
******Dialog for Ararat******
+++
NAME: Johne, Captain Johne.
DESCRIPTION: an unkempt mage in tattered robes. At long last, another
living soul!
JOB: I fear the Shadowlords!
BYE: Beware!
fear:
shad:
Years ago, my ship was swallowed by a massive whirlpool. The remains of
my ship washed up on this isle with myself and three others. When I
recovered, I explored my surroundings, and found a great gem broken into
three shards. The Shards, full of evil, drove me to kill my three
companions, and from their blood sprang the three Shadowlords. Taking
the Shards deep into this underworld, they entrapped Lord British, and
hold Blackthorn in their power. They spare me only to taunt me with such
news until my dying day.
Wilt thou save Britannia?
n:
Pity.
y:
Might I join thee?
n:
Pity.
y:
Let me avenge my wrongdoing.
******Dialog for Bordermarch******
+++
NAME: Sir Simon
DESCRIPTION: a strong, spry man.
JOB: I am lord of this keep.
BYE: Farewell!
keep:
We fled here when the tyrant Blackthorn began to spread his self-
righteous rule.
blac:
rule:
The land has not been the same since the loss of Lord British. A good
friend. I wish I knew of a way to help him.
brit:
help:
All I know is that his crown jewels, the Crown, the Sceptre and the
Amulet must be recovered.
crow:
A powerful artifact. Lord British once told me of its ability.
abil:
When worn, it absorbs all magical forms of attack, no matter how
powerful.
scep:
A mighty item of immense power. It is said that when used it can
disperse all magical barriers, even in the ethereal plane. I hear 'tis
held by the Shadowlords themselves, in their earthly fortress!
amul:
Of that, my wife knows more than I.
+++
NAME: Lady Tessa
DESCRIPTION: a tall, beautiful woman.
JOB: I practice the mystical arts.
BYE: Tread softly, thy destiny is a great one!
arts:
myst:
I can see thou art no ordinary mortal, but the Avatar of legend, and
thus familiar with my profession.
prof:
lege:
avat:
amul:
I see it in thy eyes, but tell me, dost thou support Blackthorn's rule?
y:
I see.
n:
I knew that one who has tread the path of Virtue could not agree with
the current state of affairs.
I have seen the Amulet which Lord British once bore. It lies forgotten
in the Underworld, amongst the graves of valiant warriors. With only
this can thee find thy path in a place of unholy darkness, which I have
forseen shall block thy way. 'Tis beyond such a place that thou must
search, if thou art to mend the injustice wrought upon the world by
Blackthorn and his spectres!
+++
NAME: Dupre
DESCRIPTION: a paladin, shining with Virtue.
GREETING: Ah, [you]!
JOB: Sentri and I live here in Bordermarch. We await thy call for us to
join thee!
BYE: Farewell. Return soon with good news.
join:
That is thee, yes?
n:
I am sorry, I have mistaken thee for an old friend.
y:
I hardly recognize thee, it has been so long.
Hast thou returned to Britannia to set things straight?
Then we are doomed!
y:
Shall I join with thee again?
As thou wisheth.
y:
Good, it will be good to fight by thy side again!
duck:
Wanna buy a duck?
They're cheap.
y:
It'll cost 5 gold crowns, O. K. ?
n:
Cheapskate!
y:
[gives food] Enjoy the duck!
+++
NAME: Sentri
DESCRIPTION: a strong fighter.
JOB: We live here in Bordermarch to escape the Shadowlords!
BYE: Farewell, good Avatar!
evil:
shad:
Spectres of Evil!
join:
Have we not met before?
Ah yes, I remember, 'twas before the dark times!
Thou art the Avatar of legend, art thou not?
n:
Oh, I could have sworn it was thee.
y:
Art thou here collecting adventurers for thy cause?
n:
I see.
y:
I would be honored to join thee, wilt thou have me?
n:
I understand.
y:
It is indeed an honor to fight with thee.
******Dialog for Farthing******
+++
NAME: Lord Seggallion
DESCRIPTION: a wistful looking man.
JOB: I am the lord of this keep.
BYE: Farewell, stranger!
keep:
A fine homestead, furnished with the proceeds from my old profession.
home:
prof:
proc:
old:
Many years ago, I carved my living from the seafaring trade routes of
Britannia.
trad:
rout:
livi:
You know. . . I demanded a fair toll for passage through my waters. . .
The fact that this usually amounted to all of their belongings is
irrelevant!
star:
spy:
I used my spyglass to study the stars.
Wouldst thou like to see it?
n:
I see.
y:
I used it on many nights for navigational purposes. I use it but rarely
now.
Dost thou study the stars?
n:
Too bad.
y:
What is it said that the eight planets represent?
****:
Really.
virt:
I would like thee to have my spyglass, Wouldst thou like it?
n:
O. K.
y:
[gives item] Use it wisely!
+++
NAME: Temme
DESCRIPTION: a tall, dark woman.
JOB: I am a mage of great repute!
BYE: Nice talking shoppe.
grea:
repu:
Modesty was never one of my great virtues. But, I am actually quite
good.
spel:
thin:
near:
disa:
I know I've got the words right, but I may have mixed the reagents
improperly, I think.
word:
I use the chant. . . Now, don't tell anyone else. . . AN YLEM!
an ylem:
Not now, fool! Am I still here?
y:
Good, watch it!
reag:
I think it was Ash and Mandrake. . . But, then again, perhaps it was
Garlic and Blood Moss. . . Oh, I don't know. I've never had a very good
memory.
Would ye be impressed if I told thee that I can cast a spell that
CREATES light even on the darkest night?
n:
Well I've done better.
y:
Well! If ye think that's good, I've NEARLY made things disappear!
+++
NAME: Dufus
DESCRIPTION: a clumsy looking boy.
JOB: I am apprentice to the Great Mage Temme!
BYE: Nice talking with thee!
mage:
temm:
grea:
The most all-powerful mage to walk the surface of Britannia.
appr:
I am lucky enough to be chosen as understudy to the Great Mage Temme, so
that one day I too can cast powerful spells.
powe:
spel:
Beyond imagining! Why, one day I even saw her nearly kill a Giant Rat
with a single spell.
gian:
rat:
Yes, 'tis true, I saw it with my own eyes!
Would ye like me to tell thee something really amazing?
n:
Oh, well.
y:
Just the other day, the Great Mage Temme lit a fire with no flint or
steel, but merely Lord Seggallion's spyglass.
spy:
Lord Seggallion uses it to study the stars! If thou ask, he might show
it unto thee.
+++
NAME: Quintin
DESCRIPTION: a round, jovial man.
JOB: I am the cook for this keep.
BYE: May thou never get indigestion!
cook:
Yes, I simmer up plenty of tasty dishes for the residents of this abode.
keep:
One of the better looking keeps I have worked in.
tast:
dish:
They have to be good, or else the Lord will order Temme to turn me into
a newt!
lord:
Seggallion.
resi:
abod:
A mixed bunch with an interesting history, Before he retired, my lord
was a famous pirate. Now, even he fears Blackthorn. But, I mustn't
gossip!
blac:
I mustn't gossip.
goss:
Like I said, I don't wish to tell tales, but if thou dost have an ear
for gossip, I've never heard anyone who talks as much as my friend
Telila. She lives in the city of Britain, ask her for some rumours or
gossip!
******Dialog for Windmere******
+++
NAME: Thrud
DESCRIPTION: a dark, heavyset man.
JOB: An infamous mercenary!
BYE: Uhmph!
infa:
merc:
I enjoy killing immensely!
kill:
imme:
item:
jewe:
weap:
Surely thou hast heard of the time when I butchered an entire village?
I had just returned from a war across the sea, when on my way home, I
stopped at an inn. The meal I ate there gave me indigestion for two
days! Upon recovery, I killed the innkeeper and his entire staff. The
ensuing outcry forced me to dispense with the rest of the village!
The Jeweled Sword and Shield are fine weapons indeed! Wouldst thou like
them?
n:
Thy loss!
y:
I will let thee have these great weapons for the Resistance's password,
which thou hast so cleverly discovered. Tell me, what is it?
****:
Liar! Guards!
dawn:
May they serve thee well! [gives item] [gives item]
+++
NAME: Elistaria
DESCRIPTION: a tall, dark lady
JOB: I dabble in the dark arts.
BYE: Begone, wretch!
dabb:
arts:
dark:
I play with forces beyond the comprehension of most mortals.
forc:
comp:
mort:
I conjure daemons and such.
daem:
demo:
Yes! My favorite creatures! Thou hast seen my two best summonings
guarding this keep.
oppr:
impera:
What is the password?
****:
Daemons! Kill this wretch!
impera:
Ah yes, now I remember. Thou art the one infiltrating the Resistance.
Here, wear this badge when thou doth wish to show thou art with
Blackthorn and the Oppression! [gives item] It may be that Thrud has
some items that may be useful in your mission.
miss:
item:
The Jeweled Weapons of course! Ask Thrud for them!
******Dialog for Stonegate******
+++
NAME: Balinor
DESCRIPTION: a leather-winged abomination
Foul mortal, thou hast disturbed my peaceful rest! My bound duty is to
prevent intruders from passing! And so I shall! But first, thou dost
seem an educated person and so I offer thee an educated solution to the
problem at hand. . . I suggest a battle of wits for thy passage. If I
win, I shall slay thee, if thou dost win, I shall let thee pass to face
the perils within! Dost thou accept?
n:
So be it!
y:
Ah good, I've not tested my wit for some time!
What is as tall as a house, round as a cup, and all the king's horses
can't draw it up?
****:
Hah! Thou hast failed! Now to keep my part of the bargain!
well:
Thou hast guessed well, foolish one, but thou hast committed a fatal
blunder! Never trust a Daemon's word! Hah, hah, hah!
******Dialog for The Lycaeum******
+++
NAME: Lady Janell
DESCRIPTION: a wise and beautiful princess.
JOB: I am Queen of the Magi of Britannia.
BYE: Fare thee well, and quest ye forever for Truth.
quee:
mag:
brit:
Evil times are before us, but the hearts of our people shall perservere.
hear:
peop:
dark:
time:
Though the days grow darker, there are many who still seek the light of
Truth.
seek:
ligh:
trut:
I know of two sisters, ascetics of a temple of Virtue, who know of the
evil artifact which most opposes Truth!
arti:
evil:
temp:
oppo:
Seek out the twin sisters in the hidden city of Cove, and ask them of
the Shard of Falsehood!
Dost thou meditate at shrines?
n:
I see.
y:
Dost thou seek the Shrine of Spirituality?
n:
I see.
y:
Enter one of the mystic moongates at precisely midnight. Then shalt
thou find the Shrine!
+++
NAME: Lord Shalineth
DESCRIPTION: a tall man with a bearing of wisdom and power. Well met,
worthy servant of Truth!
GREETING: A pleasure to see thee again, [you]
JOB: I am the Lord of the Keep of Truth.
BYE: Go, abandon not thy quest for Light!
keep:
The Lycaeum is the Keep of Truth.
trut:
We use the precepts of Truth to strengthen our magic.
magi:
It is Truth that lends our arts the power to overcome all Evil, if we
but trust in it.
evil:
A creature of great Evil must hide its name, for it is at the mercy of
one armed with such a simple truth.
merc:
simp:
name:
Through the exercise of great magic and scrying, I have gleaned the name
of the Shadowlord of Falsehood.
Dost thou swear not to use it foolishly?
y:
The Name of this dread lord is FAULINEI. Speak it not, for only at thy
bidding can he enter our hallowed Keep.
n:
Thou fool.
+++
NAME: Rollo
DESCRIPTION: a wisened scribe.
JOB: I am scribe for the Lycaeum.
BYE: Fare thee well.
lyca:
In our libraries, we keep many of the important Britannian documents.
scri:
I serve the duties of librarian, and have written a number of the works
we have published.
libr:
Our libraries are the best in Britannia.
brit:
docu:
'Tis here that the journal of Lord British's expedition into the
underworld was authenticated!
jour:
lord:
expe:
unde:
auth:
Yes, 'tis sad, but 'twould seem that there is little hope for his
return.
writ:
work:
publ:
I compiled the reference work known as 'The Book of Lore.'
Hast thou seen it?
n:
Too bad.
y:
Didst thou enjoy it?
n:
Shows what thou dost know!
y:
I thank thee, kind soul.
+++
NAME: Lady Hayden.
DESCRIPTION: a lovely young woman, both stately and fair.
GREETING: Ah, again we meet. Well met, [you].
JOB: I seek the ways of truth and knowledge, here in the Lycaeum.
BYE: Farewell, mighty Avatar.
stud:
know:
lyca:
Yes, I study here with my companion, Lord R'hien.
comp:
rhie:
lord:
r'hi:
He is the Keeper of the Royal Horses, and a fine man.
roya:
hors:
I find peace in riding our sturdy mounts through the forests to the
south. It helps me think of my magic and happier times.
moun:
ridi:
Horses.
magi:
We once wrought our spells for learning, not to save our lives when
confronted by evil creatures. Peace is a more valuable part of our
lives now.
happ:
time:
peac:
If only one still unafraid to fight for Virtue walked the land. . .
Art thou afraid?
y:
I see.
n:
Then there is hope!
+++
NAME: Lord R'hien
DESCRIPTION: a chivalric, battle-hardened knight.
JOB: I fight for the ways of Truth.
BYE: May Truth always guide thee.
ways:
trut:
figh:
In these days, Truth is in great peril!
peri:
Blackthorn has warped the meaning of the Virtues to match his self-
righteous needs.
warp:
mean:
virt:
self:
need:
The people live as sheep, manipulated by his misguided principles!
misg:
prin:
Virtue, when imposed by force rather than belief and choice, lacks the
meaning that is required for a guiding force in one's life.
stev:
Hi, John! Thanks for putting me in Ultima V!
+++
NAME: Sir Sean
DESCRIPTION: a young nobleman.
JOB: I am the Keeper of the Eternal Flame of Truth.
BYE: I wish thee luck, though I fear for thy life.
trut:
eter:
keep:
flam:
We stand against the three evil lords who ravage the land!
evil:
land:
lord:
The Shadowlords!
Shad:
They are foul spectres!
foul:
spec:
Indeed they are!
ston:
Art thou afraid to journey into Evil's abode?
y:
Coward.
n:
Sail first thy ship unto the southernmost part of Lost Hope Bay. Travel
so far as thy skiff will take thee. Some speak of a special implement
that can be used to cross the mountains. Find first this equipment!
Then climb thyway through the mountains to the south. There thou shalt
find the black keep Stonegate, guarded by Balinor, foulest of daemons!
This is the earthly domain of the three Shadowlords, from which few have
returned!
+++
NAME: Mariah
DESCRIPTION: a weak and frail friend.
GREETING: [you], my old friend. 'Tis I, Mariah!
JOB: I have been quite ill, for many days.
BYE: Please, return and take me with thee when thou canst.
ill:
day:
The healers here, in the Lycaeum, canst heal even the wound of a
Shadowlord quickly.
shad:
I met one in Moonglow some time back, but did escape with my life!
join:
So, art thou here to set things right?
n:
Then we are doomed.
y:
Wilt thou have need of my services?
n:
I am deeply grieved.
y:
My wounds are mostly healed. Shall I join with thee now?
n:
Soon, I hope.
y:
I am honored to be with thee again!
******Dialog for Empath Abbey******
+++
NAME: Lord Michael
DESCRIPTION: a tall, caring man.
JOB: I am lord of this castle.
BYE: Take care!
cast:
Here in Empath Abbey we protect the Principle of Love from the evils
that would corrupt it.
prin:
love:
corr:
evil:
Since the disappearance of Lord British, evil has reared its foul head,
and now the three Castles of Virtue stand alone.
thre:
alon:
stan:
virt:
The Shadowlords dare not desecrate this holy place, not even the
Shadowlord of Hate!
shad:
hate:
Seek out the daemon who lives in the great eastern desert. He knows
much of the Lord of Hatred!
moun:
clim:
grap:
I have the grapple used to climb mountains. Though it allows passage
through many mountains, there are some peaks which still cannot be
crossed! And, one can still fall whilst using it if one is not nimble
enough!
Wouldst thou like it?
n:
Oh.
y:
Use it well, and be careful! [gives item]
+++
NAME: Cory:
DESCRIPTION: a pretty young girl.
JOB: I am the cook for this castle.
BYE: See thee!
cast:
A great fortress, saving us from the turmoil engulfing Britannia.
cook:
I certainly do! Many delicacies pass from my kitchens onto the plates
of hungry souls.
hung:
soul:
deli:
Such mouth-watering dishes as fried shark and sauteed squid au poivre.
shar:
squi:
Ah! A connoisseur! Wouldst thou like to try some?
n:
Thy loss.
y:
Here, eat this. . You put the morsel in your mouth. . . Such food as
this you've never tasted! It melts in your mouth, tasting of a thousand
different spices, all perfectly matched! [gives food] Good, huh!
turm:
engu:
brit:
Ever since Lord British disappeared, the entire kingdom has gone to
ruin. Blackthorn only hinders matters.
hind:
matt:
blac:
Blackthorn claims he is the true ruler!
lord:
brit:
I wish he would return!
+++
NAME: Hardluck
DESCRIPTION: a cheerful man.
JOB: I am the Abbey jester!
BYE: May fate smile brightly on you!
Jest:
I juggle and sing fine songs!
sing:
song:
Blackthorn once was a fine ol' man. Upon fine principles he would stand.
But then came the Shadowlords, full of evil. Blackthorn's soul they came
to steal. All at once the Tyranny began. All because of Fate's dark
hand!
abbe:
Empath Abbey!
empa:
Hey, thou ought to be a jester too!
jug:
Nah, not in the mood.
Like it?
n:
Oh.
y:
Thou may have noticed that it points out that Blackthorn himself is not
responsible for the evils he imposes. Rather, he is trapped, as we are,
under the control of the truly evil Shadowlords, only more so. A pity.
+++
NAME: Barbra
DESCRIPTION: a serene lady.
JOB: I am keeper of the flame of Love.
BYE: Tread carefully, Avatar. The fate of our world depends on thee.
flam:
love:
One of the three Principles, Avatar of legend!
lord:
brit:
virt:
lege:
prin:
avat:
keep:
I tend and protect the sacred flame of Love, to show the world that all
hope is not yet lost!
hope:
lost:
Since the loss of Lord British, evil, especially in the form of the
three Shadowlords, has infested this land.
shad:
They oppose the basic fabric of Virtue!
Thou dost know it is thy duty to try and recover what this kingdom has
lost. Dost thou intend to?
n:
Too bad.
y:
Then perhaps I have a vision that may help thee. I saw a great man in a
distant place. I saw him as if through a looking glass. I saw naught but
his reflection. More I do not know.
+++
NAME: Tim
DESCRIPTION: a spritely young man.
JOB: I am the bard for this castle.
BYE: Journey safely!
bard:
Yes, I play and sing for the inhabitants of this castle.
inha:
cast:
Empath Abbey.
play:
sing:
Tra-la-la!
cour:
comp:
trav:
ken:
He trades music lessons for melodies. He is compiling a collection of
Britannian folkmusic.
less:
melo:
coll:
folk:
Recently he gave a recital in Trinsic, and then headed south. He often
teaches a piece by Iolo and Gweno. 'Tis a favorite of Lord British.
Iolo:
bard:
teac:
piec:
favo:
Some even say that to play the piece on the finest instrument may cause
magical occurrences.
fine:
inst:
magi:
occu:
Only on an instrument worthy of kings!
Dost thou enjoy fine harpsichord music?
n:
Oh.
y:
Since Lord British's disappearance, his Court Composer Sir Kenneth is
said to be traveling throughout Britannia.
+++
NAME: Toede
DESCRIPTION: a small, fat, slimy soul.
JOB: I helped build Blackthorn's castle, before I was captured.
BYE: Don't leave me!
blac:
A nicer overlord I've never met!
buil:
cast:
The largest, strongest, most impregnable fortress ever constructed in
the history of Britannia.
larg:
stro:
fort:
impr:
Built on the isle of three volcanoes, in the southeast of Britannia.
Yes, I was the foreman for trap-door construction. There are many
placed on common passageways. Blackthorn's castle, beware! If thou doth
fall. . . . Think of me!
capt:
I was shipwrecked on this isle and captured by ones who did not share my
belief in the righteousness of Blackthorn's rule. Dost thou support
Blackthorn?
n:
Heretic!
y:
Good! Wilt thou help me escape?
n:
PIGDOG!
y:
Then free me from these manacles!
+++
NAME: Julia
DESCRIPTION: a kindly tinker.
JOB: I live here at the Abbey, a refuge from the Shadowlords!
GREETING: [you], it is thee, is it not?
n:
Oh, sorry.
y:
At long last! We had thought thy return was beyond hope!
[you] , is it time we took up arms again?
n:
I wish it were.
y:
Shall I join with thee now?
n:Just let me know.
y:
At last, we begin anew!
BYE: Farewell, good Avatar!
shad:
They hunt all of us who helped thee on the quest. Blackthorn fears us!
blac:
fear:
He feared we would find a way to bring thee back. Which is, of course,
exactly what we did!
join:
+++
NAME: Toshi
DESCRIPTION: a small, nimble, deadly looking man.
GREETING: Hail friend!
JOB: I am a student here at the Abbey.
BYE: Farewell.
abbe:
Empath Abbey, castle to the Principle of Love!
prin:
trut:
love:
cour:
'Tis one of the three Principles, Truth, Love, and Courage!
stud:
Here I learn how love can exist in a world filled with such evil!
evil:
I learn how it can be overcome.
over:
lear:
Thou doth show much interest in the Principle of Love. Perhaps, thou
should study here at the abbey. . .
join:
I would like to join thee on thy quest! Might I join thee?
n:
I am saddened.
y:
A great honor indeed!
******Dialog for Serpents Hold******
+++
NAME: Lord Malone
DESCRIPTION: a tall, strong man.
JOB: I am the lord of this castle and the surrounding land.
BYE: Farewell!
cast:
surr:
land:
This area of the kingdom was entrusted to my ancestors by Lord British
in payment for their deeds of Valor.
pay:
deed:
valo:
My great grandfather was the famous Sir Percy, who cleared the local
countryside of dragons many decades ago.
lord:
brit:
I fear that Lord British is no more. He has been missing for some time.
I feel sure if he still lived he would deal with the impostor
Blackthorn!
impo:
blac:
This castle, a bastion of Courage, is one of the last redoubts against
the evil of the Shadowlords!
evil:
cowa:
shad:
Even Nosfentor dares not cross the sacred threshold of Serpent's Hold!
Nosf:
Speak not that name too loudly, for 'tis the name of the Shadowlord of
Cowardice!
+++
NAME: Monsieur Loubet
DESCRIPTION: a tall, cynical man.
JOB: I am the fencing master.
BYE: Au revoir!
fenc:
mast:
I am ze best! As an enfant I learned fencing from my father who was
tutor to ze king of a distant land.
land:
dist:
I lived zere in my childhood, and came to Britannia upon a magical
carpet!
magi:
carp:
Ah, an interesting tale. Unfortunately, I zold it zoon after my arrival
in Britannia. I did not know zey were so scarce here, or I would not
have zold it.
Monsieur, dost thou seek to discover ze fate of Lord British?
n:
Oh.
y:
Perhaps zen my magic carpet would be of some use?
I zold it to a mage named Bandaii. He lived in a village named Paws.
Strange fellow, he was looking for a talking horse! If thou canst find
him, he might be willing to zell thee my carpet!
+++
NAME: Kristi
DESCRIPTION: a pretty, dark haired woman.
GREETING: Oh, it's thee. Hi.
JOB: I cook for the hungry mouths in this castle.
BYE: Bye!
land:
evil:
There are many now that Lord British is gone.
cast:
cook:
hung:
mout:
The inhabitants, as well as any visitors.
inha:
And visitors.
visi:
We don't have too many these days. . .
skul:
keys:
A few weeks ago there was a strange, silent mage who ate here. He gave
me 5 skull keys as payment. He said they are magic and powerful, worth
many gold pieces. I have no use for them.
I will sell them to thee for 100 gold crowns. Wouldst thou like to buy
them?
n:
Thy loss.
y:
100 [magic key] [magic key] [magic key] [magic key] [magic key] The mage
said that they could open even magically locked doors.
I have no more, but the mage told me that he acquired them from an
armourer named Shenstone!
+++
NAME: Gardner
DESCRIPTION: a sincere man.
JOB: I am the keeper of the Flame of Courage.
BYE: Fare thee well!
cour:
flam:
keep:
I tend this Flame of Virtue against the darkness of Blackthorn and the
Shadowlords.
dark:
blac:
shad:
Within the flames I often see visions!
visi:
Avatar, I can offer thee my vision of the Shard of Cowardice to aid thee
on thy quest.
shar:
cowa:
ques:
Upon the Isle of the Avatar, there lies a dungeon. At its bottom lies a
small, cavernous room of the Underworld. However, there are many more
such small chambers, near enough to be reached by one with the proper
magic! With many uses of such magic, and a great deal of exploration,
one may find the Shard of Cowardice. It lies at the location which upon
the surface would be recorded as L'A ,L'I .
+++
NAME: Maxwell
DESCRIPTION: a strong, yet sleek fighter.
GREETING: Ah, [you], my good friend! Monsieur Loubet has been telling me
of thy quest.
JOB: I am a student here at Serpent's Hold.
BYE: Farewell.
serp:
hold:
Here we study the Principle of Courage.
prin:
cour:
stud:
I study the many arts and styles of fighting under Monsieur Loubet.
mons:
loub:
He is a well-known Master of Arms!
art:
styl:
figh:
My favorite weapon is the axe!
favo:
weap:
axe:
Yes, the axe.
join:
I would like to join thee, wilt thou have me?
n:
A pity.
y:
'Tis indeed a great honor!
************
* DWELLING *
************
******Dialog for Fogsbane******
+++
NAME: Jennifer
DESCRIPTION: a weathered young girl.
JOB: I live here and help my grandpa with the light.
BYE: A good night to thee!
gran:
He is old, but very wise.
ligh:
We keep the light shining through storms and darkness to help guide
ships safely to port.
stor:
dark:
Many would die if this light were not to shine.
port:
The port of Britanny.
brit:
North and east of here thou shalt find its pier.
wise:
He once was a great mariner!
mari:
He has travelled throughout the Great Sea.
sea:
Thou should ask him of his travels!
+++
NAME: Jotham
DESCRIPTION: a crusty old sea dog smoking a pipe.
JOB: I once sailed upon the open seas.
BYE: Watch out for reefs!
trav:
sail:
seas:
'Twas many years ago, when I was much younger.
youn:
Now, I leave such things to others.
thin:
othe:
The seas are very dangerous these days.
dang:
thes:
days:
I've heard rumours of great whirlpools, caused by the collapse of
caverns deep below the ocean floor in the Underworld.
unde:
cave:
whir:
There are some who say that the ships they drag under lie beached deep
within the recesses of the earth.
deep:
rece:
eart:
They are even those who claim that some survive the perilous journey
below. Only to be killed and eaten by the horrible creatures that dwell
in the dark recesses.
rum:
Aye, 'tis my favorite.
Ahoy there, matey. Care to join me for a tot of rum?
n:
Pardon me if I do.
y:
'ere ye are, mate!
******Dialog for Stormcrow******
+++
NAME: Windmire
DESCRIPTION: an old seaman with a flowing white beard.
JOB: I tend this lighthouse, here with my wife.
BYE: Leave a good watch on board, if thou dost leave thy ship in the
port of Minoc.
wife:
Her name is Emilly. She helps me with the light.
ligh:
We help ships reach the harbour safely at night or in a storm.
harb:
nigh:
Indeed, this is a busy port. We are frequented by merchant ships from
around the world.
worl:
merc:
freq:
port:
Minoc has a well-known shipwright, as well as a fine armourer!
mino:
Minoc is the City of Sacrifice!
ship:
A man named Captain Blythe runs that renowned establishment called the
Crow's Nest.
armo:
Indeed, Shenstone of the Darkwatch Armoury is famous for his fine
leather work!
blyt:
I hear he's got a heart blacker than gunpowder!
shen:
Don't know the man myself.
acci:
mate:
scot:
I don't wish to talk about it.
+++
NAME: Emilly
DESCRIPTION: a fine and hardened woman.
JOB: I tend the light with my husband, Windmire.
BYE: A good day to thee.
tend:
ligh:
'Tis pleasant, peaceful work.
husb:
wind:
He was a fine sailor.
was:
sail:
That was before the accident.
acci:
His best shipmate died in a storm whilst trying to reach this port.
Since that day, Windmire has dedicated his life to protecting these
shipping lanes.
prot:
ship:
lane:
He arranged for the construction of this lighthouse, as well as the
breakwater around the pier area.
mate:
His name was Scotty and he was a fine lad.
scot:
He was a fine lad. Yelled something about a 'beam' just 'fore he died.
Gave Windmire the idea for the lighthouse, he did.
******Dialog for Greyhaven******
+++
NAME: Anthony
DESCRIPTION: a lively young boy.
GREETING: Oh, 'tis thee.
JOB: Well, I do my chores every day.
BYE: Good bye.
chor:
I do my studies and clean my room.
stud:
I am studying Virtue.
clea:
room:
Yes, my parents make me clean it every day!
moth:
fath:
pare:
My mother's name is Charlotte and my father's name is David.
char:
Yes, she is my mother.
davi:
He is my father.
virt:
Blackthorn's Eight Laws of Virtue!
blac:
eigh:
laws:
I must learn to recite them.
reci:
I can't yet.
Dost thou live by Virtue?
n:
Then thou art a bad person!
y:
Art thou an Avatar?
n:
Thou should study too.
y:
If I study Blackthorn's laws well, will I become an Avatar?
y:
Good!
n:
Why, are his laws in error?
n:
Then thou art not being very kind!
y:
I do not believe thee! He would not lie to us!
+++
NAME: Charlotte
DESCRIPTION: a young woman.
JOB: I live here with my husband and son, and maintain the lighthouse!
BYE: May thou walk the true path of the Eight Laws.
husb:
His name is David.
davi:
He is a fine figure of a man.
son:
My son's name is Anthony.
anth:
He is my son.
main:
ligh:
'Tis quiet work.
quie:
'Tis the ideal climate for an amateur philosopher like myself.
amat:
phil:
I ponder the virtues of Avatarhood.
virt:
avat:
Indeed, I believe there is a lot of merit in the premise of Blackthorn's
First Law.
prem:
law:
firs:
one:
We must look at the very roots of dishonesty, and see it comes from the
twisted tongues of liars. And, surely, one cannot lie without a tongue!
Wouldst thou agree, the teachings of Blackthorn are meaningful and true?
Hold thy tongue, heretic, or thou shalt lose it!
y:
Thou art a wise and truthful scholar.
+++
NAME: David
DESCRIPTION: a crotchety old man.
JOB: What dost ye thinks I do? Ye mangy dog!
BYE: Good riddance!
tend:
ligh:
main:
Good guess, ya scum!
wit:
dim:
Aye, now I know that I speak the truth! Ye must have the brains of a
jellyfish!
son:
anth:
He's a brat of a kid!
wife:
char:
Aye, she's a good woman, but she's got some strange ideas.
stra:
idea:
Ask 'er!
sext:
Aye, shiver me timbers, so ye've 'eard of me great invention?
n:
'Den what are ye babbling 'bout!
y:
Obviously, thou art a person of exceptional wisdom! So, me matey, does
ya think me invention were a good one?
n:
What dost thou know!
y:
Thou dost speak true! Wouldst thou like one I've made with me own hands?
n:
Harumph!
y:
[gives item] 'ere ye are mate, use it wisely and thou shalt profit by
it!
+++
NAME: Lord Kenneth
DESCRIPTION: a scholarly gentleman.
JOB: I am the Court Composer.
BYE: Bye.
cour:
comp:
I travel throughout Britannia teaching my craft.
Dost thou wish to learn the harpsichord?
n:
Alas.
y:
Open the Book of Lore to the Music section and study the score for the
piece 'Stones'.
The notes are like a series of square marks upon a four-line staff.
Their positions, either on one or between two lines, marks their pitch.
A letter C marks the second line of the staff as the pitch 'C'. The
first 3 notes are 'ABC'. What are the next 3?
****:
No, try again.
dcb:
Good!
Many keyboards are marked with numbers, so that ABC would be 678. What
would the next 3 be?
No, try again.
987:
Good! So the first phrase goes 678 987 8767653! Now thou must
practice!
+++
NAME: Sir Arbuthnot
DESCRIPTION: a hardened man.
GREETING: Ah, [you], 'tis thee.
JOB: I am the Royal Coinmaker!
BYE: Fare thee well.
roya:
coin:
Well. . . That is to say I was, before I became a wanted man!
was:
want:
man:
I am afraid I did something that was not taken too well by the current
regime.
take:
well:
curr:
regi:
magi:
coin:
It was in the symbol of the Codex!
symb:
code:
It was commisioned secretly by persons unknown even to me. It was to be
used to call back the one true Avatar!
avat:
Dost thou favor the current regime?
y:
I see.
n:
I minted a magical coin!
Dost thou know of the one true Avatar?
n:
I see.
y:
Art thou the one true Avatar?
n:
Oh.:
y:
'Tis indeed an honor!
******Dialog for Waveguide******
+++
NAME: Gregory
DESCRIPTION: a tall, heavily scarred man.
GREETING: What in the name of Mondain art ye doing in me lighthouse!
JOB: Now that's a real poser!
BYE: And a good riddance, too.
ligh:
Yes, ye did guess it, ya bloomin' plonker!
Didst ye not know this is private property?
y/n:
Were ye born that ugly, or didst ye lose a fight with a frying pan?
y/n:
Not only ugly, but yer stupid too! What dost ye want anyway?
+++
NAME: Jacqueline
DESCRIPTION: a bony woman with a blank stare.
JOB: I, uh. . . don't remember.
Uh, bye. . . .
reme:
Remember what?
star:
Oh, am I?
y:
Sorry.
mud:
Mmmmm, my favorite!
******Dialog for Sutek******
+++
NAME: Sutek
DESCRIPTION: a young, solemn mage.
GREETING: Greetings, I am Sutek.
Art thou the Avatar of legend?
n:
Oh.
y:
I have been scrying for the nature of the three Shards! I have learned
they were formed at the time of the first Dark Lord. When Mondain's Gem
of Immortality was destroyed, its shards still harbored unspeakable
evil! They lay festering deep within the earth, but now their malevolent
power has been unleashed upon the world. The Shards and the Shadowlords
can and must be destroyed! The Shards must be recovered from their
resting places in the boundless Underworld, and cast into the Eternal
Flames of Truth, Love, and Courage. . . Even as each respective
Shadowlord stands nigh upon the flame of the Principle it opposes. Take
now this knowledge and use it well!
******Dialog for Sin'Vraal******
+++
NAME: Sin'Vraal
DESCRIPTION: a huge, horned, leather-winged daemon.
JOB: I once served the mighty Astaroth, but that was long ago.
BYE: I bid thee a safe journey.
asta:
Speak not that name in too loud a voice, lest thou summon the Shadowlord
of Hatred!
summ:
shad:
hat:
Beware, for they who yell their Names, oft die at the will of the foul
wraiths!
foul:
wrai:
once:
serv:
No longer do I serve Evil, for deep below the earth did the Once and
True King show me the paths of Virtue!
virt:
king:
belo:
eart:
deep:
I can only tell thee that he has turned me from the ways of darkness,
but he'll have no such luck with the Shadowlords!
shar:
The accursed Shard of Hatred that spawned my former master lies within
the underworld at the location thou wouldst call I'A , I'A Enter through
the dungeons by Lost Hope Bay!
******Dialog for Grendel's******
+++
NAME: Grendel
DESCRIPTION: a giant rat!
GREETING: Squeek. . . Squeek. . . What dost thou want?
JOB: I once was a great alchemist!
BYE: Squeek!
alch:
Squeek. . . That was before my accident!
acci:
Squeek. . . I was working on a spell called:VAS REL XEN BETIt got a
little out of hand.
spel:
hand:
vas:
It was to be an enchantment to turn foes into rats.
rat:
Squeek. . . During an early experiment I was transformed into a rat! I
have since perfected a lesser version.
less:
vers:
perf:
I call it REL XEN BET. It is of the Sixth Circle, and will turn one
being into a rat for fair time!
Wouldst thou like the formula?
n:
O. K.
y:
It requires that one part spider silk be mixed with a pinch of sulfurous
ash. . . . . . with a crushed root of mandrake and spores scraped from a
nightshade cap.
******Iolo's Barn******
+++
NAME: Smith
DESCRIPTION: a strangely familiar horse.
GREETING: Hey. . . You look familiar, have we met?
n:
Oh. . .
y:
I thought so. . .
[known] Hello, [you] . . . You know what? Way back. . . Way, way back. .
. I forgot to tell you something!
JOB: Well. . . I eat hay.
BYE: Come back and see me again. Really!
eat:
hay:
Yep. Oh, I'm also here to ask you something.
ask:
Lord British wanted me to ask you if you were enjoying this game?
n:
Well, if you have any complaints, write to him at Origin. He would
really like to know.
y:
He will be so glad to hear it. . . Of course, he won't ever know unless
you write to him at Origin and tell him so. I know first hand he'd like
that.
forg:
tell:
Yea. . . The answer. . . It was. . . INFINITY!
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End of FAQ proper
Version 1.0.0 Sent to GameFAQs 11/24/00--probably some formatting issues
left.
Credits: Russell DeMaria and Caroline Spector's entertaining _Ultima:
The Avatar Adventures_ book, which provided me reference as to who lived
where--cutting down my exploring time to a few miscellaneous
lighthouses.
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