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== Missions == Some mission conversations are character-neutral, that is to say consist of two or more lines that can be shared between every Hero. For instance, the line Sienna uses to answer Markus's remark at the start of one specific level will be the same she uses when reacting to what Bardin says at the start at the same mission. Heroes usually share two lines of dialogue between each other, with sometimes the addition of a third line. Most lines are interchangeable, but some only appear in unique circumstances. Other conversations are character-dependent, and can only happen between the same characters. === Helmgart Act I === ==== [[Righteous Stand]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="10" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Time for a distraction. Are we ready? |[[File:Pes helmgart military intro a 01.ogg]] | |- |We'll make for a fine distraction. Don't we always? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Fighting raki in a ruined city, brings back memories, doesn't it dawri? | | |- |If it's a distraction Lohner wants, that's what he'll have. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |'Make some noise', Lohner said. Has he not heard you glaikit lot clomping around? Noise is what you're good at. | | |- |If a distraction is required, then we shall of course provide. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Viktor |So, Lohner wishes a distraction? We shall of course provide. | | |- |It falls to us to provide a distraction. Very well. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Don't know about you lot, but I'm feeling particularly distracting today. | | |- |Let's get moving, darlings. Lohner wants a distraction. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |I'm glad to pitch in. I don't fancy this tromp across the wall, though. Might get a bit blowy. | | |- |We're the best Lohner had at hand. Always will be, most likely. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |We'll have to go over the walls, dawri. Fancy a climb? | | |- |Long as Lohner keeps the elf loyal, I don't mind what he asks of us. [?] ain't racing anywhere. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |I understand we're approaching along the city wall. What can go wrong with that? | | |- |Ugh, another mayfly town. I'd rather fight for something important. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Viktor |The main approach to the temple is cut. This will be no easy climb. | | |- |The temple cannot be reached by ordinary means. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Doesn't Lohner have other lackeys to do this? I hear the temple's stairs have been cut. | | |- |You want something gone right? You send the best. Seems that's us, darlings. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Could be a tricky one, this. | |All third lines unused |- |Keep your eyes open, the Skaven will be waiting. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |We'll get it done, and get it done right! | | |- |We'll get the job done dawri, by my beard we will! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Let's get this over with. | | |- |Ugh, no point putting it off, I suppose. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Viktor |We have the will, and we shall see our task done. | | |- |Sigmar works with us, guiding us to victory. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Do we have to go all the way to the temple? I can light a fire here! They'll see that for sure. | | |- |Come on! My fires are hungry. | | |- |} ==== [[Convocation of Decay]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="10" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |I hope Lohner's wrong, but what are the chances of that? | | |- |I didn't want to believe it, but my gut tells me there's something wrong here. |[[File:Pes catacombs intro a 02.ogg]] | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |This place stinks of stickness. Hope I don't catch something unpleasant. | | |- |I bet Lohner's on to something. Always is, that one. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |This has the look of a healer's temple well enough. But it stinks of death. | | |- |Lohner is right. There's something amiss here. I can feel it. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Griffon's beak. Stay vigilant! | | |- |Lohner was correct once more, damn his eyes! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |A house of healing. Is it too much to hope it remains such? | | |- |This hospice has seen better days. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Something bad happened here, mates. |[[File:Pes_catacombs_intro_b_01.ogg]] | |- |Stay together. This gives me a bad feeling. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |I've said it before. The goddess of healing should also be a goddess of battle. | | |- |There's trouble afoot in here, dawri. It's too quiet. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |War marches on our lands and pities not the weak. This is no time for pacifism. | | |- |We'll have our answers soon enough, mayflies. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Press on, but with care. This may be a trap. | | |- |There is a mystery within these walls, I will find it! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |A pacifist godess is of no defense when the dark powers come calling. | | |- |Watch your step, darlings. No telling what's ahead. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Time to get to the bottom of this. | | |- |Let's take a look around. Might make me feel better. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Let's get to the bottom of this, dawri. And dole out remonstrance where needed. | | |- |No tallying, dawri. I've a word or twelve to have with whoever's lurking ahead. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |This house of healing conceals the truth. Stay alert, mayflies. | | |- |A healer's hall should be sacrosanct. If we've need, we'll ink that lesson in blood. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |I will have the truth of what happened in this place, count upon it. | | |- |I will have answers from this house of healing. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |To me, my flames! We've work to do. | | |- |I've a good burning in store for anything lurking around these halls. Come on! | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Look at this. Attacking a pacifist order... S: Non-violence isn't a shield, Markus. M: I know, just don't sit right, that's all. S: Don't worry, I have a feeling you'll have the opportunity to vent your anger before we're done. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: This hospice never stood a chance. K: Those without swords seldom do when war reaches their door. V: These are the depths to which the Northlanders stoop. K: And you're telling me you'd stay your blade, simply because your foe was unarmed? V: Heresy is as potent a weapon as any sword. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: Quite a library they have here. V: Healing lore gathered from across centuries, no doubt. M: Had a Shallyan priest attached to my regiment for a time. A wizard with an elixir, he was. And a bonesaw. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: So many books. It's almost impressive, is it not, Kruber? M: No need to take that tone, waywatcher. K: What tone? I merely complimented this fine library. M: Yeah, I heard the words, but I reckon you were being funny. Just because I don't read much. K: (laugh) You really must learn to cultivate some self-esteem, Kruber. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: If Lohner speaks true, madness is on the rise. And heresy with it, I'm sure. S: Not all afflictions end in heresy, Saltzpyre. V: I have been trained to always assume the worst, and by experience, learnt the value of those lessons. Compassion is too often repaid with betrayal. S: I'll bear that in mind. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Heard a tale, not long back. One of Sisters of Shallya lost her mind, slit a bunch of throats and vanished into the wild. B: Lot of madness in the world these days. Didn't used to be this bad. M: It'll get better, Goreksson. B: Aye, maybe. But I can't help wondering... | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: I've heard you mention Shallya before, Kerillian. K: I only repeat what I've seen in dreams. A gilded cage, and a cauldron. She weeps, and her tears fall upon this world like rain. V: Nonsense. Pay her no heed. S: What harm does it do to listen? V: Such have been the last words of many a heretic. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: I still reckon this Shallya of yours could do with a good axe or mallet close to hand. M: She's the patron of healing, Bardin. What healer would smash in skulls? B: One who wants to keep stitching folk up, rather than get stitched up themselves. S: You have to admit, it's a practical suggestion. B: ... at the very least, she could train that dove of hers to go for the eyes. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: These Northlanders worship Nurgle. Foulest of the Dark Gods, from what I hear. V: You should never grade evils, Kruber. For if one is the worst, then you might be tempted to kinship with the least. M: Right you are, sir. (clears throat) This Nurgle. He's pretty bad, just like the rest of 'em. V: Are you mocking me? M: No sir. Perish the thought, sir. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: I loathe followers of Nurgle. K: As do I. They smell revolting. S: Oh, it's not the smell I mind. B: Really, Zharrinn? Then why the dislike? Beyond the obvious, I mean. S: They're invariably so sodden with pus and festering fluids that the fires don't catch. Takes all the fun out of it. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: This makes twisted sense. Nurgle and Shallya are natural enemies. M: One the bringer of plagues, and one the curer of them. V: Like Sigmar, Shallya cleanses corruption, though her methods are... S: Kinder? Compassionate? Empathetic? V: I was going to say 'less effective'. Look around you. We are surrounded by proof. | |} ==== [[Hunger in the Dark]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="2" |First Line |Victor |I shall be glad to get inside the mine. 'Tis cold up here. | | |- |Kerillian |Is this really necessary? Only fun so far is seeing you mayflies shiver in the cold. | | |- |rowspan="4" |Second Line |Bardin |Stop grumbling, dawri. This is bracing, that's all. | | |- |Victor |Inclement weather or not, the Dreisdunkel mine has a poor reputation. Be on your guard. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |At least it should be warmer down there... | | |- |Didn't I hear the mine is cursed? | | |- |rowspan="3" |Third Line |Markus |Turning regular trolls into mutant ones? Bah, I don't even want to know! Let's just end it, right here, right now. | | |- |Kerillian |Perhaps we can learn a trick or two from the sorcerers - stiffen Kruber's wits so he can count up to five? | | |- |Sienna |So they're transforming trolls into bile trolls? Wonder if we can turn Saltzpyre into a human? | | |- |} ==== [[Halescourge]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="5" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Quiet enough walk this far, mates. The pact bastards are late for the party. | | |- |We're getting close mates. Shouldn't we be fighting hordes of pact-pissers by now? | | |- |Kerillian |This feels like a trap | | |- |Victor |So far, so good. Sigmar has guided us here. The rest is down to us. | | |- |Sienna |It's been a bit quiet, darlings. I fell an itch to start burning stuff. Preferably pact-sworn. | | |- |rowspan="5" |Second Line |Markus |Impatient today, eh? I'd offer a rousing chorus of something, but I reckon it'd only make things worse. | | |- |Bardin |Oh, the pact-wazzoks will turn up any second, don't you worry, dawri. | | |- |Kerillian |No need to delay. Death will find us, or it will not. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Don't worry, they'll try to stop us, as always. Never worked yet, won't work now. | | |- |No need to be impatient. I'm sure there'll be carnage enough for all of us. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Well, we've still a sorcerer to have a friendly, stabby chat with. Bring your gift of the gab, mates. And your gift of the stab. | | |- |Righto, mates, we've a sodding sorcerer to off. Good deed of the day and a bit of fun, all in one. | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | S: You know, after all this time I've still no idea how these lifting platforms work. B: Depends, Zharrinn. We favour steam, or water wheels, but there's no reason it couldn't be a treadmill or draught animals... S: ...or slaves? B: Aye, there is that possibility. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: Tell me, Kruber - do you even know how these lifting platforms work? M: Not me. A simple, bluff soldier, me. I keep to the things I know. K: Well, I'm sure it's not a long list. M: Long enough. So many ways to kill a body, be they human, greenskin, ratman... or elf. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Perhaps the good folk of Helmgart should've built on the plains. No need for lifting platforms, then. V: There are greater drives in life than comfort, Fuegonasus. Helmgart overlooks a vital pass. S: Well you can't do much defending if you're out of puff from marching up and down hills. V: The righteous always find a way. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Don't get why the Rotbloods love filth so. V: Because they are degenerate to a man, born only so they may be scourged by the righteous. M: Funny sort of life, that. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Don't know what the fuss is about this sorcerer. Swamp-water for brains, all of them. K: Well Sienna, you'll have to set it boiling, will you not? S: Oh, I'll manage something... artistic... never fear. K: Well I'm certainly looking forward to it. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: I keep hearing you speak of the Weave, Kerillian. But not what it is. K: It is the heart and soul of the world. Its suffering is ours also. M: Funny. I've never noticed anything. K: Or perhaps you merely missed the significance? Make no mistake, you are bound to its fate. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: This Weave you speak of with such reverence. Do you worship it as divine? K: Of course not! V: I am relieved to hear it... K: The Weave transcends the divine. Your 'Sigmar' serves it. As do we all. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: You shouldn't fret about this Weave of yours, wutelgi. Stone walls and sturdy arms will see us safe. K: And when the stone stumbles, dwarf? When the metal rots? When there is no timber to fuel the forges? B: I'll keep fighting, never you fear. K: But will it be a world worth fighting for? | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Does Helmgart's corruption really matter to you, Kerillian? It's just one mayfly town, after all. K: Every moment the blighted garden has purchase on our world, is a moment in which the Weave trembles. S: Then why does this Weave of yours not defend itself? K: It does, Sienna. What purpose do you think I serve? | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Let's hope nothing nasty comes out of [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Axe_Bite_Pass Axe Bite Pass]. Not sure Helmgart's any good for stopping it. S: There's no sense worrying, Markus. We've problems enough here and now. M: Aye, you're right. S: I'm always right. Have you not learned that yet? | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: You know, when this is done, it might be best to fill this lot it and start over. V: I never thought to hear such sentiment from a dwarf. B: Look around, Grimgi. Helmgart's gone. Poisoned. You can avenge it, but that's about the lot. V: Never! The Empire does not concede its territory! | |} === Helmgart Act II === ==== [[Athel Yenlui]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="6" | First Line |Markus |I don't suppose anyone has the first blasted idea where this temple is? |[[File:Pes elven ruins intro a 02.ogg]] | |- |Kerillian |Lohner wasn't wrong. There is a temple, hidden somewhere near. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Let us be on your way. The temple cannot be far. | | |- |This is but one of many elven ruins hidden within the Empire's bounds, or so I understand. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Come on, darlings! This temple isn't going to find itself. | | |- |How far to this temple, do you think? | | |- |rowspan="5" | Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Didn't elves believe in roads? | | |- |Take us ages, forging through this lot. | | |- |Bardin |Is this really the place? Boga! Looks like we're in for a walk. | | |- |Kerillian |This place hails from happier times, before kinstrife and malice soured my people. | | |- |Sienna |Nice little forest. Nicely flammable, too. | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | V: So this was once a stronghold of your people, elf? K: My people? These were not my people. They exiled us, cast us out. So certain of their path, with so little cause. B: I'd leave it, Grimgi. Lot of bad blood between the elven realms. V: So it would appear. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Can you tell us anything of this place, Kerillian? K: Only that it was raised by fools, who sought control over everything else. S: Then these are not the work of your people? K: ''(bitter laugh)'' They are not my people, wizard. Not any more. Ulthuan is a tomb, only no one there knows that they are already dead. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: So much for the endurance of the elves. Look at this place. K: You're one to talk, Dwarf. One little earthquake, and your kind took to hiding amongst the rocks, instead of ruling from atop them. B: Aye, well, we're just biding our time, aren't we? K: Then take my advice: do not hide too long, lest the world also reclaim your lands as it has this place. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: What a mess. Can't see why anyone'd choose to live out here. K: There's nothing more beautiful than nature unbound, sergeant. You should learn to appreciate it. M: I might, if it weren't such hard-going underfoot. What's wrong with a good road, for Taal's sake? K: (laugh) You're a refreshing soul, Kruber. M: Thanks. Wait... That was an insult, wasn't it? | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: I suppose if we hit real trouble, Zharrinn could set that giant tree alight. Be seen from miles around. S: I'll do nothing to that tree, Bardin. Besides, who'd come to help us? B: You have a point, I grant you. M: Knowing our luck, it'd just attract a dragon. Gobble us all up, it would. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: You seem less... cheerful today, Goreksson. B: Yes, well. This is elgi territory, shoddy thought it is. Been a long time since a dawi was welcome here. K: And, unless you show a little more respect, it will be a long time again. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: I wish Kerillian were with us. Her insight might have been useful. M: I asked her. Didn't want to come and was very clear on the matter. S: I know that tone. What did she do, Markus? M: Nothing. But she made it very clear what she'd cut off if I didn't leave her be. B: Oh-ho! The only thing worse than an evasive elgi is one who's ready to slice something off by way of clarity! | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: I've never understood the rift between elves and dwarfs. B: Put it this way. It's not so much the original betrayal that's the problem. Not that we'd forget it. S: ...naturally... B: ...but we could perhaps put it to one side, with the proper amount of grovelling from that Phoenix King of theirs. S: ''(snort)'' Hah! You don't ask for much, do you? | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Do you know much about the elven gods, sir? V: Only that they are degenerates, who bicker amongst themselves instead of opposing the true foe. M: As with the mortals, so with the gods, is that it? V: Indeed. Would that Sigmar could return and show them the error of their ways. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: I don't like the look of this. Wild magic's a dangerous proposition. V: All the more reason for us to put an end to it. S: Couldn't agree more... And how do we do that, exactly? V: A way will present itself. Sigmar favours those who trust to his guidance. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: Way things are going, we could use one of those gods of yours, wutelgi. Any chance of that? K: Those who remain would as gladly skewer a dwarf as a Skaven. B: There's no need for that. K: And how would your vaunted Grimnir look upon my kind? B: With mercy, if you showed deference. K: Deference? (laugh) To a bearded lunatic? B: (growl) On second thoughts, maybe it's best to leave ancestors and gods out of this. K: Aye, indeed. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Who'd have thought an elven temple could exist so deep in the Empire? S: You need to open your eyes, Markus. Many feet walked these forests before our kind. Just as many will after. M: Maybe. Way things are going, I'm not sure how much 'after' there's likely to be. S: There's always something 'after'. We may not live to see it, but life will continue. | |} ==== [[The Screaming Bell]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="3" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |I tire of keeping your precious empire clean of Skaven trinkets, mayflies. | | |- |Why be surprised that skaven worship a bell? Mayflies will bend a knee to anything. | | |- |Victor |Do not take this endeavour lightly. So far we are lucky to have been spared the sorcerous chumes of a Screaming Bell. | | |- |rowspan="3" |Second Line |Kerillian |Well, half of you lot worship a bearded corpse. Personally I think a bell is preferable. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Supposedly it was a great bell that transformed the skaven thus. | | |- |Scholars believe a bell created the skaven, from man's festering hubris. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Third Line |Kerillian |All your rammer, lumberfoots. It's enough to make me long for someone's death. Could be yours or could be mine. | | |- |Victor |Oh, how I'dl like to hear more, but unfortunately, we have pressing matters to attend to. Onwards, ye wonders of intellect and insight. | | |- |} ==== [[Fort BrachsenbrΓΌcke]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="3" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Bardin |A steady pace, that's the trick. No sense getting there out of puff. | | |- |No time for sightseeing. Umgak fortress is probably already in ruins. | | |- |Victor |Make haste! BrachsenbrΓΌcke cannot hold forever! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Second Line |Victor |The road shall guide us there. | | |- |Bardin |Let's hope the road's clear. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Third Line |Bardin |We've not lost to the raki yet, dawri. We won't start here. | | |- |Victor |If Sigmar is with us, we shall arrive in time. | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Have you fought in many sieges, Bardin? B: More than I can count. It's a rare hold that isn't constantly embattled. S: I see. Any tips for survival? B: Keep your head down, watch your back, and have a strong drink close at hand. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: I do not care for sieges. Too much like a cage once you're within the walls. B: I wouldn't worry, wutelgi. It'll be over when we get there, one way or another. K: Aye, but in whose favour? B: Well, I'm here. So ours, of course! | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: If the secret passage is well-hidden, we may need your elf sight to find it. K: Hmph. The ratmen will have sniffed it out by now. V: You may be right, for once. K: ''(imitating Saltzpyre)'' 'For once'? One-Eye, you child ape, sometimes you actually do amuse me. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Never heard of this Fort BrachsenbrΓΌcke. M: Neither have I, but with Helmgart lost and the Reikland on the brink... S: ...even places like that become important. M: That's the army all over, making do with what comes to hand. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: And once again, Lohner sends us off on a fool's errand, while he stays safe. B: It's worked so far, hasn't it? K: I'd still like to drag him out into the real world. Preferably by that ridiculous moustache. B: You're in a fine mood today, wutelgi. Jealous you can't grow your own? | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: So... How old's this Brachsenbur... Brucksenbrech... fort, anyway? V: You think me a repository of knowledge on this corner of the Empire, Bardin? B: Aye, why not? V: I'm afraid I know little enough. There are thousands of such keeps in Sigmar's realm. I cannot be expected to know them all. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Funny, I don't think of the ratmen as being siege-canny. A knife in the back or the bowels is more their way. V: Then you misjudge them, Kruber. The ratmen are fearsome in sieges - most often clawing their way in from below. M: Aye, always with that damn digging... I hate sieges. Bloody bother. V: I prefer to judge them as crucibles, in which the righteous are forged. M: Of course you do sir. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Do your folk have fortresses, elf? K: Not as you'd understand them. The living world is our fortress, and we shape it to our need. M: So we're talking trees? K: Not only trees, but rivers, mountains and the wings of the storms. Nothing forged by men can compare. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: Why are we off to some lumberfoot bastion? Shouldn't we focus on the pact-sworn gate? S: If the fort falls, there's no place for the refugees of Reikland to go... unless you'd prefer we invite them all to our Keep? K: Make haste to the fort mayflies! By the gods of star and shadow, it must hold! | |} Upon reaching the river: {| class="wikitable" | S: Can you swim, Bardin? B: Of course, if the need is there. No sense getting too friendly with water. S: Actually there is, in some cases. B: Aye? Like... when? S: Fine. You need a bath, Bardin. You still stink of troll guts. Not tomorrow, but tonight. Please. | |} ==== [[Into the Nest]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="10" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |You reckon the Skavens will fall for this again, mates? | | |- |Can we really get the Skavens to turn on each other again? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |I'm not usually one for sneaking around, but killing the leader usually works wonders with raki. | | |- |He wants us sneaky this time? Where's the fun in that? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Cutting off a rat's head has always been the best way to keep his foul tail from twitching. | | |- |Tricking Skaven? Easier than filling a dwarf, you'll see. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Our deed shall provoke anarchy amongst the fractious ratmen. | | |- |We shall bring flame to disorder's fuse. Internal strife will ripple through the skaven ranks. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Provoking the ratties to self-destructive mischief? Sounds like fun. | | |- |Turn the ratties on themselves? I'll enjoy this one. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |My hat's off to Lohner for this one. How in Taal's name did he know where this warlord lurks? | | |- |Lohner's good at finding opportunities, I'll give him that. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Lohner's plan is sound. It's worked countless times before, and neither this one or Ubersreik will be the last. | | |- |Not much glory in fighting raki. Kill the leader and we can be done with it. It's a good plan. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Come on then, mayflies. Even you should have the hang of it by now. | | |- |Except for the stealthy lumberfoots part, this seems a sensible plan. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Lohner's plan is perfectly judged. It falls flawlessly with everything I know of the ratmen. | | |- |It is a good plan. When we defeated the grey seer in Γbersreik, Clan Fester turned on itself and scattered to the winds. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Brings back fine memories of the ratties slaughtering one another in Γbersreik. | | |- |I doubt the results will be as spectacular as in Γbersreik. I think we'll need to kill an even bigger ratty for this one. | | |- |rowspan="10" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Well, here goes nothing. | | |- |Oh, sneaking, hey? We'll see about that. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Here we go, dawri! Step quietly. | | |- |Onwards dawri, onwards! But, keep it down, eh? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Aye, just try not to wake the whole nest, lumberfoots. | | |- |Can we get moving then? Before the Skaven die of old age. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Subtlety will serve us better than bloodshed. Remember that. | | |- |We should try to avoid rousing the entire nest. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |I warn you: my flames are anything but subtle. | | |- |As long as I get to scorch them whiskers to tail, I'm a happy woman. | | |- |} === Helmgart Act III === ==== [[Against the Grain]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="6" |First Line |Markus |Hurry up! We've honest folk to rescue. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |No tarrying dawri, these captives need us, and the kazaki'dum need a stomping. | | |- |A rescue mission eh? That's the work of heroes, dawri! | | |- |Kerillian |What's a few mayflies worth anyway? We're wasting time here, lumberfoots. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Not much difference between a farmer and a soldier when the land's overrun. | | |- |We'll save who we can, but I'm not hopeful. | | |- |rowspan="6" |Second Line |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Never understood why a manling farm is so wildly spread. Makes them vulnerable. | | |- |This way to the farms, dawri. | | |- |Kerillian |Mark my words. We'll find only corpses on these farms, mayflies. | | |- |Victor |I do not expect to find many still alive. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |I promise you this, darlings: I'll avenge every death. | | |- |Those we can't save, we'll avenge a dozen times over. | | |- |rowspan="4" |Third Line |Bardin |Folks need saving, looks like a job, well, for us, dawri. | | |- |Victor |The enemy has sinister plans for the prisoners they take. In turn, I have plans for the enemy. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |'Farmer' and 'victim' are counted much the same around here. 'Soldier' isn't much better. | | |- |Well, we're here to do what we can, so I say less prattle, and more pyromancy, alright? | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | M: I grew up on a farm like this. Gone now, thanks to the vermin. K: A fine upbringing. Close to the land is close to the Weave. Who knows, Kruber. Perhaps you're marked by it? M: What does that mean? ...Hey, I asked you a question. S: (laugh) Give it up, she'll not answer. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Waste of good livestock, rotting in the fields. By folks had a herd of Talabec cows. Lovely breed. K: Let me guess. They raised you as one of their own? B: That's... ''(laughs)'' that's why we never see him when the moons are full! He's out mooing for his lost kin! K: ''(laughs)'' M: ''(grumbles)'' Last time I tell the two of you anything. K: Why of course, your bovine majesty. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: These farmers pay their taxes. Where are the Empire's armies? V: They fight and die elsewhere. S: Most likely for some elector count's wounded pride. K: If you don't mind me saying so Sienna, you're taking this all rather personally. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Where are the regiments? The cannons? This ain't supposed to happen. Not here. B: No safe lands these days, Azumgi. S: Doubt there ever were. B: Well, aren't you a little thundercloud today? | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Give me one regiment, just one, and I'll get these poor devils justice. B: What are you talking about, Azumgi? I'm worth at least a hundred manlings! V: He was talking of war, Goreksson, not a drinking contest. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: Many lives have been lost, but you don't feel a shred of sorrow, do you? K: Ha! The scourge of heretics lectures me on compassion? V: Someone should. K: So you'd fight for my kind, if they needed you? S: If I judged their cause righteous? Yes. K: Then it's well they should never have need of you, isn't it? | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: You cannot blame yourself for this. We came as swiftly as we could. B: I don't. I blame the Northlanders. They all shall burn! M: Too good for 'em, if you ask me. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: I hate to say it sir, but this shouldn't have happened. What's the Empire coming to? V: These are dark times, sergeant. Perhaps the darkest. M: You don't believe Kerillian's nonsense about dreams? V: Of course not. But Lohner's contacts bring reports from all over. They are worrisome. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: I was warned that certainty would lead me astray. Now see what my actions have wrought. V: Certainty begets firm action. K: Indeed, but firm action slithers a brood all of its own. Only a fool could claim to know their ambitions. V: Speaking in riddles again, elf. K: Then ignore me. It's better for us both. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: You've changed your tune, Kerillian. K: How so? S: When we arrived, you couldn't wait to abandon the farmers to their fates. What changed? K: I don't like slavers. S: But surely there's more to it. K: Is that not reason enough? | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Ubersreik, Helmgart, Ussingen... where does this end? V: In blood and fire. The Empire will be reforged, as so many times before. S: Or it'll fail. V: Not while I have my strength. S: ''(sigh)'' Nor mine, I suppose. But just once I'd like numbers to be on our side, not theirs. V: Let the Northlanders bring their legions - they cannot prevail for Sigmar is with us! | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: If Ussingen is burning, this is worse than we thought. K: Worse than you thought, perhaps. I have no such illusions. B: Allow me a little hope, wutelgi. K: ''(sigh)'' What's the point? The Dark Gods have come. Hope is a poor shield against such fortune. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Bugger! Where's our bloody armies? No doubt settling some border squabble somewhere. V: I... there is some truth in what you say, I suspect. K: Is that a concession, One-Eye? V: I have never claimed that riches and righteousness go hand-in-hand. Indeed, the two seldom shelter one soul. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Bugger! Where's our bloody armies? No doubt settling some border squabble somewhere. V: I... there is some truth in what you say, I suspect. K: Is that a concession, One-Eye? V: I have never claimed that riches and righteousness go hand-in-hand. Indeed, the two seldom shelter one soul. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: These are bleak times, Kruber. M: I see. Well you don't need to worry about me. I'm in this to the end. V: Good, Kruber, good. You restore my faith. As long as there are men like you and I, the Empire will never fall. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Bugger! Where's our bloody armies? No doubt settling some border squabble somewhere. V: I... there is some truth in what you say, I suspect. K: Is that a concession, One-Eye? V: I have never claimed that riches and righteousness go hand-in-hand. Indeed, the two seldom shelter one soul. | |} ==== [[Empire in Flames]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- | rowspan="4" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Let's find that manor, dawri. And if a few necks present themselves for chopping, so much the better. | | |- |So, we look for a manor filled with the spoils of war. Sounds simple enough. | | |- |Kerillian |So, we look for a manor filled with the spoils of war. Sounds simple enough. | | |- |Sienna |Destroy northlander supplies and Baron Francke's manor in one strike? (laugh) Best plan in ages. | | |- |rowspan="4" | Second Line |rowspan="2" | Victor |We will destroy every scrap, depend on it. | | |- |We're getting close. If the baron's alive, he and I shall have serious words. | | |- |rowspan="2" | Sienna |By the Eight, the Rotbloods shan't profit from their slaughter! | | |- |The northlanders shan't keep us from their supplies. | | |- |rowspan="6" | Third Line |Markus |A future of vicious street-fighting while searching for plunder. It's like the good old days. | | |- |rowspan="2" | Bardin |Time to pay for what you've stolen, kazaki'dum! | | |- |Let the kazaki'dum try to stop me! They're not keeping their stolen grain! | | |- |Victor |To Ussingen! The Northlanders shall not keep what they have stolen! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Time for a dance, darlings. Choose your partners with care. | | |- |Kill all you can. Win or lose, they won't forget this day. | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | B: So what's this town famous for? K: Famous? Not to speak ill of the dead, but it's a nothing town in a backwater realm. B: Everything's famous for something, wutelgi. You should show more - M: Cheese. K: I should show more cheese? Has all that ale finally rotted your brain, Kruber? M: Ussingen's famous for its cheese. Or was, anyway. Had a beautiful red colour. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Your duties ever bring you here, sir? V: Some years ago. An accusation of witchcraft. M: Suppose that makes sense. S: Let me guess, you burned the poor soul. V: Not at all. Baron Francke levelled the accusation to cover up his adulteries. It was a poor deception. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: I came through Ussingen years ago, donβt really remember much about it. K: And I doubt youβll recognize it now. M: Thatβs a real nice sentiment that, real nice. K: What? I meant it as reassurance. M: Itβs your tone, hard to read. K: At least I don't speak as if I've a mouth full of pebbles. M: Is that supposed to be reassuring too?! | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: You alright, Azumgi? M: I will be, once I get my hands on the bastards that did this. B: Aye, wrath's boiling in your veins. M: Hundreds died here. Cut down like wheat. Tortured. B: Well, can't beat a good bakrazroth to even the odds. Do what you must, Azumgi, I'll watch your back! | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: You're uncharacteristically quiet, elf. K: And you as vocal as ever. What would you have me say? V: A guilty expression haunts your eyes. Perhaps a confession would ease your burden? K: I have nothing to confess to you. V: But something to confess, all the same? K: Regrets are for mayflies, and my penance is my own. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: So much destruction... B: This is only a foretaste of what the Northlanders intend for the Empire. S: Part of me wishes I could have set these fires. To see it all burn. B: But you control that part, do you not zharrin? S: With a fist of iron. But sometimes iron melts. | |} {| class="wikitable" |+ |K: Typical scunners. No purpose, no strategy. Even the ratmen wanted Ubersreik for their own. This is slaughter for its own sake. V: Oh? So the tales I hear of the elven realms at daggers drawn, of bloodlines sundered by unspeakably cruel deeds? Mere stories? K: That's different. It's family. It's always different with family. V: Yes. Isn't it so? | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: The supplies will be under heavy guard. Are we ready for a fight? B: You know me, Azumgi. I'm always ready for a fight. K: Didn't seem that way at Morgensloft. B: Took me by surprise, didn't it? Don't fret, dawri. They'd never have gotten me in one of them cages. K: They'd never have fitted you in one of those cages. Never was the phrase 'stout fellow' so apt. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: This town was sold from within. My every instinct cries it out. B: Bribery, you reckon? V: Yes. That or worse. M: You don't sound surprised. V: I'd fulfill my duties poorly if surprised by common venality. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: First time I've burned a granary, which I suppose this is. M: Not me. A tussle on the Averland-Stirland border. Militant halflings. The shorties don't fight so well when they're hungry. B: What about you, wutelgi? K: No. No granaries. More supply wagons than I can count. But I prefer a moving target. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Feels good, using fire to starve them out. B: Shame you couldn't set them burning by yourself, zharrin. S: Do you want to see me explode, Bardin? I had a gaggle of enemies to fight. B: No, not at all. So if you wouldn't mind calming down - your hair's burning awful bright again. | |} {| class="wikitable" |+ |K: At least the trees have survived. M: The trees? The trees?! ...Hundreds dead, and you're happy for the trees? V: Careful, Kruber. There's no victory in this for you. M: The trees? (mutter) Every time I think she might have a blessed heart... | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: Baron Franke of Ussingen. Now he was a bankrupt soul. M: Right, the rich and the beautiful. V: Not so rich now. I offered him a choice: half of his fortune to the Church of Sigmar for abusing his mistress, or taking her seat on a witch's pyre. He chose wisely. M: Thought I knew a bit about Witch Hunters, but... you can really do that? V: Strangely enough, no one questioned me. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: The whole region seems to have suffered terribly. We'll see them avenged, Azumgi, you and me. M: Yeah. Thanks. B: Ha! We're drengbarazi, you and I. Brothers in battle, if not blood. Your grudge is mine also. | |} ==== [[Festering Ground]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="10" | First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Do you ever feel like we're test subjects for Lohner and Olesya's plans? Always, untried, first-time stuff for us. | | |- |So, the monolith of Ghulmagak, eh? Bit of a mouthful. And yeah, if the plan fails, bit of a handful. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |I don't trust rock that doesn't break when you hit it proper. I'm sticking to Olesya's plan, dawri. | | |- |Lots of weirdness in Olesya's plan, but at least we're not likely to miss our target. No hiding a mountain under a rug. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Scunners, mayflies, they all come and go in an instant. If Olesya's plan is solid, we'll just send this one off again. | | |- |The monolith's only a thousand years old? Barely an eyeblink, mayflies. Now, Olesya's plan - you did pay attention? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |A tainted relic in the Empire's heartland? My blood seethes. I pray Olesya's theory is sound. | | |- |A thousand years, this monolith has tainted imperial land. Unthinkable! The crone's method better work! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Never seen a monolith with a soul in it before. Could be interesting. Knowing our luck, probably just disgusting. | | |- |So, the monolith of Ghulmagak. Indestructible. But blessed Olesya found a way, I hope. | | |- |rowspan="10" | Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Aye, her plan is as weird as it's simple. Hack enough of those icky 'buboes' to bits and it'll somehow bury that old dung-spitter. |[[File:Pes nurgle intro b 01.ogg]] | |- |Yeah, I got it. Smash the buboes in the Monolith's outgrowth, and we're golden. Should we have time to escape, that is. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Aye, the plan. Bursting B...bubbles? No, buboes! Strangest way I've ever heard of to cause a cave-in. | | |- |Disgusting dumi buboes have no business making good rock tremble. I'm only touching them 'cause it's doing the world a the service | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |I trust her observations, and I trust her plan. Attack the 'buboes' until the cavern is about to collapse, then make our way out. Simple enough, lumberfoots. | | |- |Aye, the plan. If you mayflies deviate from it, you're on your own. Then gods help you should you lumber into my path. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Her plan makes twisted sense. The monolith is newly awakened and vulnerable. Its 'buboes' are still exposed. | | |- |Have faith! For the time being, Sigmar guides even our wicked crone. Destroying the 'buboes' will do what she promised. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Well, according to her information, the 'buboes' of the monolith's outgrowth are exposed in this early stage. They are our targets. | | |- |According to her spy runs, the so-called buboes will unsettle the monolith when damaged. And that's how we bury the filthy thing. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Bardin |'Outgrowth' and 'Buboes'? Doesn't sound like ale and <abbr title="'The art of cooking Troll'">kulgur</abbr> to me, dawri, but we've faced worse. Let's go drengbarazi! | |Triggered by second lines mentioning "outgrowth" and "buboes". |- |You know, these Nurgle dumi, they're always happy to interrupt the killing fun with an unworldly stench or sight for sore eyes. Kruting killjoys, every rotten one of them. | | |} ==== [[The War Camp]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="9" |First Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |I'm not sure this will be as easy as Lohner made it out to be. |[[File:Pes chaos war camp intro a 02.ogg]] | |- |Walking into a northlander camp and killing a Champion. Lohner made it sound as easy as making breakfast. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Well, dawri. We've a real challenge this time, and no mistake. | | |- |Champions can be a bit of a bother sometimes. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |I'm not dying in a marsh. | | |- |With a score of kin by my side, that Champion would already be dead. But with you lot? Ugh. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |We have a Champion to vanquish. An enemy far superior to the usual rabble we slaughter. | | |- |Slaughter a Champion in the heart of his camp? A true test of faith and mettle. | | |- |Sienna |Come on darlings. We've a Champion to demolish... If we can. | |"If we can" only in the subtitles. |- |rowspan="8" |Second Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Well, I'm just pleased with how furious we've made this gig. | | |- |You're a barrel of laughs today, ain't you? Focus on the positives, like no crowds in the camp? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |No sense being downcast! What's a battle-crazed rotblood between friends? | | |- |It's not even a full camp, drengbarazi! Are we not mighty? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |This is an opportunity we must seize. The fiend will never be more vulnerable. | | |- |The Champion has lowered his guard by lashing out in anger. It shall be his last mistake. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |Don't let it worry you darling. I'll just torch everyone in the camp. That should do it. | | |- |Northlanders burn. What more do you want? | | |- |rowspan="10" |Third Line |rowspan="2" |Markus |Aye, it's another day at work, folks. Let's get to the killing. | | |- |After all, what can possibly go wrong? | | |- |rowspan="2" |Bardin |Come along! Sooner we're done sooner we can have a well-deserved ale! And beer! Or a jug of wine. With brandy of course. | | |- |Let's fall forward. The camp can't be far. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Kerillian |Indeed, why worry? Your life's so short you'll hardly miss it anyway. | | |- |My ears tire, lumberfoots. And the pact-sworn haven't even started caterwauling. Let's go. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |There is nothing to fear, so long as we keep to our courage. | | |- |Stout hearts and steady sword-arms will see us victorious. Sigmar wills it! | | |- |rowspan="2" |Sienna |By Volans! Are you lot going to prattle all day? Talk with violence and force. | | |- |Talk talk talk! We've killing to do! | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | B: Do you like the huts, wutelgi? You should ask Lohner for one of your own. K: Do you want rid of me, master dwarf? B: Just thought you'd like some peace and quiet, that's all. Spare us your singing too. K: And what's wrong with my singing? B: Well..., it lacks body... too thin... and reedy. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: It is plain that the Rotbloods feel some kinship with the swamp. M: Reminds 'em of home, perhaps. V: Tis more than that. I suspect it lies at the root of their heresy. M: How'd you mean? V: There lies only a short step between venerating the swamp, and worshipping cursed deities. | |} {| class="wikitable" | S: Ugh! Why do the Rotbloods love this swamp so? K: In my experience, scunners and even you mayflies will worship anything. Even a patch of filthy water. S: Not all of us. K: Please. You call upon past wizards as your touchstone. Wizards you know nothing about save their names. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: We are few, they are many, but still you manlings press on, almost like dawi! M: I take the risk willingly, Bardin. Someone needs to strike a blow for Ussingen. B: Thinking on your folks, Azumgi? M: No. I avenged them back in Ubersreik. But what about the dead who have no one to fight for 'em? B: They have us, Azumgi. They have us. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: You saw that tree. Our foes harness terrible sorceries. S: Oh they're practiced in rot and decay, but they'll burn just the same. M: Warms my heart to hear you say so. S: Oh I warm everything, Markus... and then I set it on fire. | |} {| class="wikitable" | K: Did you see that travesty back there? M: I did. Poor sods strung up from that tree. It ain't right. K: I'm not talking about the mayflies. M: Then what? K: The tree! Poor thing, twisted and knocked out by dark magic. M: Some days you're... you're a struggle, elf. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: Don't much like swamps, I don't mind telling you. S: You should try Tilea. One big swamp. B: The whole country? S: All of it. The land, the people, the food. I've never bathed so much in my life. And still the stink of it lingered for weeks. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: This is a miserable swamp, and no mistake. K: You call this a swamp? You should see the Mires of [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Modryn Modryn], back in Athel Loren. M: Deep, are they? K: Not so much 'deep' as 'hungry'. M: Think I might give that a miss, if it's all the same to you. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: You realise, of course, that this is but one of the Rotblood camps? B: Didn't think we could be lucky enough for it to be otherwise. Might be the largest though. V: Yes, and not only does it house the accursed Champion, it's also the closest to Helmgart. If we are to meet with success, we must thin that town's defenders. B: Aye, that sounds about right. Better get on with the killing. Eh, Grimgi? | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: Now, remember: if I fall in the mire, be sure to haul me out, sharpish. M: Afraid of a little mud, Bardin? B: I'm not as tall as the rest of you, Azumgi. One false step and I'll be in over my head. It's not dignified. M: [laughs] | |} === Helmgart Finale === ==== [[The Skittergate]] ==== Start of the level: {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |rowspan="5" |First Line |Markus |Right mates, we have a Skittergate to go through, and sabotage. And as it starts to blow up, use it again to go back. Good plan. | | |- |Bardin |Well, dawri. I didn't expect a trip to the far north to be on today's activity list. Not by Skaven <abbr title="'Shoddy object'">umgak</abbr>, anyway. | | |- |Kerillian |I am truly speechless. This planet... ah... no, I'll be quiet. | | |- |rowspan="2" |Victor |Through all my years, never have I agreed to such a demented borderline heretical, travesty of a plan. | | |- |Have they lost all sense? Have I lost all sense, doing this? Using a skaven portal? Twice! | | |- |rowspan="4" |Second Line |Bardin |Ey, what's with the doom and gloom? We've worked hard for this. Enjoy it. While it lasts. | | |- |Kerillian |We all had ample time to back out of this, but we're past the point of no return... unless you're a coward. | | |- |Victor |They were clear on the matter. To truly defeat the Skittergate, we must use it to enter Norsca. Sigmar will protect us. | | |- |Sienna |It truly seems to be the only way. And we'll get to rob and kill this Gatekeeper lummox. Could be fun. | | |- |} ==== [[A Quiet Drink]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: You know, I never wanted to be a witch hunter... | |- |M: Is that right, sir? Had a particular career in mind? | |- |V: A steam tank driver. Think of it! Crushing all in my path! | |- |M: Sounds lovely. Oi, maybe there's a wheelbarrow we could borrow? | |- |V: It wouldn't be the same... It won't have a whistle. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: IMITATES A STEAM TANK'S WHISTLE||[[File:Victor drunk 1.ogg]] | |- |S: What are you doing, Saltzpyre? | |- |V: I'm a steam tank. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You should have another drink, Markus. You're too sober... | |- |M: Ain't been proprely sober in twenty years, Sienna. Helps me forget. And I'll tell you another thing... | |- |S: What's that, dear Markus? You can tell me. | |- |M: It helps me forget. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Never took you for a drinker, Kerillian. | |- |K: This? This is nothing. I'm perfectly... thing... You know. Sober. | |- |M: Sure you are. Then so was Bardin the time he drank the Red Moon's cellar dry. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I shall now sing a song to keep our spirits up. | |- |V: No, master dwarf, you shall not. | |- |B: No appreciation for music, Saltzpyre. You have a tin ear. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Just you watch yourself, azumgi. We don't want a repeat of what happened at that coaching tavern. | |- |M: The Orc and Feather? You make too much of that. Those girls were just friendly, that's all. | |- |B: Friendly? They were fixing to cut your throat and offer you up to some unspeakable god! | |- |M: And I still say it might have been worth it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: We've seen some times, haven't we Zharrin? | |- |S: So we have... I must say, I never thought I'd take to a dwarf, but you're a fine fellow. | |- |B: Why thank you. You're not so bad yourself. If a little taller than good manners dictate. | |- |S: Not much to be done about that, I'm afraid. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: I hate to say this Saltzpyre, but we've much in common. No one likes us, for starters. | |- |V: Not so! I am well-respected! | |- |K: By who? Name one? | |- |V: Valiant Kruber. | |- |K: Name one who isn't lying. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Master dwarf. I wanted to thank you for saving me from that troll at Ussingen - and after I said such unkind things about the Queen of Karak Norn. | |- |B: Thanks? You must be drunk. Think nothing of it. A dawi's duty, is all. | |- |V: Of course. I never did find out who shoved me into its lair... | |- |B: (cough) A raki blackfur did it. Ask Kruber, he'll tell you. I hope. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: I miss my horse. He was so beautiful... And wise... | |- |S: Oh, she's gone. I didn't know you had a horse. Didn't you come to Ubersreik by carriage, back in the day? | |- |K: Aye, and a good thing too. If the skaven hadn't eaten him, Bardin would have. | |- |S: True. He did roast Lohner's donkey. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You know, wutelgi, you're not bad for a stuck-up, prancing, ill-mannered, skinny streak of flesh. | |- |K: And you're a tolerable dwarf, despite the smell, the singing and that excruciating accent. Did I mention the smell? | |- |B: Aye, but we could both be worse. | |- |K: True enough. Look at the humans! | |- |} === Shadows Over BΓΆgenhafen === ==== [[The Pit]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Typical mayfly hovel.. | |- |M: Wouldn't hurt you to say something nice once in a while, Kerillian. | |- |K: About this place? I think not. | |- |M: About anything. Or any of us. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Bogenhafen has ever been a center of trade. It is said that more gold passes through these warehouses than the Altdorf treasury. | |- |M: Not surprising. I mean a like Karl Franz, he seems a fair man, with a nice taste in hats. But he's a penny-pincher. | |- |V: Kruber, still your treacherous tongue! | |- |M: I'm just saying if we all had fancy magic swords like his, we'd sort these Northlanders out in no time. But then, he'd have fewer hats, wouldn't he? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Only in the Empire could a wealthy town have so many starving mouths. | |- |V: Not so. Have you never traveled to Bretonnia? | |- |K: 'Better than Bretonnia' isn't the triumph you might think. | |- |M: Yeah, but no one wants to be 'worse than Bretonnia', do they? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Bogenhafen has a poor reputation. I had always believed it peasant jealousy, until now. | |- |M: Yeah, funny how the penniless resent the wealthy, isn't it? | |- |S: There's more to life than money, Markus. | |- |M: So I hear. Let me know when you find out what this, yeah? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: This is more than mere pestilence. The Dark Gods hang heavy over Bogenhafen. | |- |M: Hanging heavy everywhere lately. Or have you not noticed things have gone a bit twitchy? | |- |K: I have been scratching, it's true. But I thought that was lice escaping from Bardin's beard. | |- |B: Oi! I heard that! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Kruber, know that I consider you amongst the least annoying mayflies that I have not yet slain. | |- |M: You what? Is that a threat? | |- |K: A compliment. Lohner said I should try to be more 'nice.' | |- |M: Yeah? Well, still a ways to go on that one. Keep at it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: The Black Hook. Used to be a power in Reikland, 'til they got sloppy. | |- |S: What happened? | |- |M: No one really knows. But I heard tales of a botched raid on Helmgart's treasury. Things went a bit quiet after that. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: It pains me that scum such as the Black Hook make profit from brigandage and thievery. | |- |S: Oh? Perhaps your lot should spend less time hassling poor old women, and more time on bandits. | |- |V: Such is not our calling. Our skills would be wasted on mundane matters. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Feels good to be burning something, doesn't it Saltzpyre? | |- |V: Flames do lend themselves to purification, it is true. | |- |S: You old dog! You'll make me blush. | |- |V: What... I don't... silence, witch! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Are you happy now that we've set fire to something, Sienna? | |- |S: Delighted, darling. Can we do it again? | |- |K: I'm sure more opportunities will present themselves. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Blimey! Bit exciting thereabouts, isn't it sir? | |- |V: The world seethes with challenge for righteous souls. | |- |M: I don't mind that sir. Just wish it'd leave ME alone for a bit, if you follow. | |- |V: What would you prefer? The challenges imposed by the world, or those I would set you if you showed weakness!? | |- |M: Ah... do you need an answer right away? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Blimey! Bit exciting thereabouts, isn't it sir? | |- |V: The world seethes with challenge for righteous souls. | |- |M: I don't mind that sir. Just wish it'd leave ME alone for a bit, if you follow. | |- |V: What would you prefer? The challenges imposed by the world, or those I would set you if you showed weakness!? | |- |M: Ah... do you need an answer right away? | |- |} ==== [[The Blightreaper]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Line !Hero !Quote !Audio !Note |- |First Line |Markus |Never heard of a sword spreading plague before. | | |- |Second Line |Bardin |Can't let this stand, dawri. BΓΆgenhafen shouldn't suffer because of an addled runesmith. | | |- |Third Line |Markus | Sooner we've got the bloody thing from Father Kraussman, the happier I'll be. | | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Next time Lohner wants us to go into a sewer, I've a mind to refuse. | |- |M: Yes, wouldn't want those dainty elf feet getting all wet, would we? | |- |K: And how are your feet, Kruber? | |- |M: Soaked through and miserable. Thanks for asking. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I have heard of this Grungi Ironheart, forger of the Blightreaper. His name graces a list of pernicious foes. The Order will have... words with him, if he lives. | |- |S: Words, Saltzpyre? That doesn't sound like you. | |- |V: Oh, there would not be many. And I doubt we would hear them uttered, once the fire took hold. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So this Grungi Ironheart - was he just mad, or a proper deviant? | |- |B: Rotten as they come, zharrin. I shall say no more. | |- |S: Oh come on, you can't leave it that. Details, Bardin. I like a bit of gossip. | |- |B: I've already said more than I should. I'll be in trouble enough if they find out back home. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: To think we reckoned this began in the slums. Goes to show, Lohner doesn't always know everything. | |- |S: Lohner's too cagey with information. It'll cost him one day. | |- |B: Aye, but not today, eh zharrin? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Ubersreik, Helmgart, BΓΆgenhafen. Whole bloody Empire's falling into the soup. | |- |B: Did someone mention soup? I could use a morsel of food to keep my spirits up. | |- |K: You wouldn't want this particular broth, Goreksson. It's got mayflies in it. | |- |B: Oh well. Never mind. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Doesn't pay to be your friend, does it Grimgi? | |- |V: The path of the righteous is fraught with danger. | |- |B: Aye, that's why I carry a big, heavy weapon, so I can give danger a good clout if it happens by. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: You ever make it to Bogenhafen before, sir? | |- |V: Indeed. Father Kraussmen and I purged a witch's coven that laired beneath the Gottenplatz. | |- |S: Real witches, Saltzpyre? Or the convenient kind? | |- |V: I'm sure don't know what you mean. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" | V: Kraussman was not always a priest. He served the Order for many years. M: Really? Why'd he give it up, sir? V: Some notion of raising folk up to be better, I understand. Too many of my kind grow soft in old age. We templars are hard, but with reason. It is a hard world. | |} {| class="wikitable" | V: We cannot fail now. BΓΆgenhafen's deaths must have purpose. K: Is that a note of concern I hear, Saltzpyre? V: Of pragmatism, elf. There are too few righteous souls in the world. Their efforts should not be wasted. K: We'll do what we can. But there are no guarantees. | |} {| class="wikitable" | M: Did I hear that right? There are seven Chaos Runeswords? V: Seven is the rumoured number, but the truth is unverified. The only other seen in the Empire - at least to my knowledge - was borne by the necromancer [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Dieter_Helsnicht Helsnicht]. M: Blimey. Rotbloods and ratmen were bad enough. Don't want to fret about undead as well. | |} {| class="wikitable" | B: I shall now sing a song to keep our spirits up. V: No, master dwarf, you shall not. B: No appreciation for music, Saltzpyre. You have a tin ear. K: And a heart of stone. But just this once, I agree with him. | |} === The Curse of Drachenfels === ==== [[Old Haunts]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: It's just as well you're not a steam tank, Saltzpyre. We'd never get you up this hill. | |- |V: I'm sure that I have no idea what you're talking about. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Odd how we keep revisiting old triumphs, eh wutelgi? First Uberseik, now this. | |- |K: Not really. Our deeds have bound us to these places. | |- |B: Is that so? Doesn't sound good. | |- |K: There's nothing to fear, Bardin... as long as we don't die here. | |- |} ==== [[Blood in the Darkness]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Look at those crow's cages. How many captives have they held down here? | |- |M: Most of this looks old to me. Probably dates back to the Great Enchanter's days. | |- |V: How many times must I tell you, Kruber? There never was a Great Enchanter. | |- |M: Let's hope you're right. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Living in this castle's blasted shadow is a test of righteousness... or perhaps common sense. | |- |S: So you're saying common sense and religion are seldom aligned? | |- |V: Stop twisting my words! You know precisely what I meant! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Saltzpyre's convinced that Drachenfels is a myth. Kerillian and Kruber are equally convinced he's real. What about you? | |- |B: Me? I don't believe in anything I can't hit with an axe. That proof remains out standing. | |- |S: So how do you reconcile the existence of wind? | |- |B: I can hit the wind right enough. But it's cowardly, and parts beneath the blow. | |- |S: Oh. I see. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Castle Drachenfels has its foundations in good stone. Have the dwarfs never tried to claim it? | |- |B: Not to my knowledge. This whole stretch of mountain has a bleak reputation. Gromril would draw us near, but nothing less. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Cages seem to provoke a particularly personal ire with you, Kerillian. | |- |K: Aye. I was born free, and I will die the same way. | |- |S: Now that's a sentiment I can agree with. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Have you ever been held captive yourself, Kruber? Other than, you know, by the ratmen. | |- |M: Well there was the debtor's jail... | |- |K: Ah, I see. Say no more. | |- |M: That drunken rampage in Nuln... and Wurtbad... and Waldenhof... and that thing with the sheep... | |- |K: Enough! Please just leave me with my illusions. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: These stones are cold. As if evil were embedded deep in their very being. | |- |M: I know what you mean. There's something about this place. Like it's watching our every move. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Word of advice, Saltzpyre. Have a word with Catrinne. | |- |V: Lohner's artist. Why? What is she to me? | |- |M: It's not what she is to you, but what you are to her. If you take my meaning. | |- |V: I don't follow. | |- |V: Yeah, I can see that. So the poor thing's an optimist, on top of everything else. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Does Oleysa seem a bit distracted to you? | |- |K: Ha! She never seems anything but. I think the Weaves trouble her, as they trouble us all. | |- |S: Yes, but she's started smiling. Scared me to death the first time I saw it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Been a funny few years, hasn't it? How long have we been doing this? | |- |S: Oh, I'm not answering that. It'll make me feel even older. | |- |M: Even older than what? | |- |S: Shut up, Markus. | |- |} ==== [[The Enchanter's Lair]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Did you see the size of those spiderwebs? | |- |S: I'm more concerned about the size of the spiders. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Did I hear you say you'd seen Drachenfels, Kerillian? Back in Parravon? | |- |K: It couldn't have been anyone else. You never mistake that manner of evil. | |- |M: No shortage of evil in the world. Filled to the bloody brim with it, we are. | |- |K: This was different. It was Old. I pray you never see it for yourself, Kruber. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So what's Parravon like? | |- |K: You've never been? | |- |M: Only time I've been to Bretonnia was while campaigning. Bit of loot and pillage. Good times. | |- |K: Really? Me too. We should compare notes. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So many stories about this place. Poison feasts. Undead. Daemons. Wasn't there some kind of play set and performed here? | |- |V: If there was, it would've been banned, and the playwright assiduously questioned with pointed and invasive techniques. | |- |S: Hypothetically speaking, of course. | |- |V: Yes. If you like. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: So, One-Eye. If Constant Drachenfels is a myth, why does speaking of him bother you so? | |- |V: There are horrors enough in this world without inventing more. | |- |K: Aye, that makes a good excuse. It might even stop people believing and following his example. For a time. Until he returns. | |- |V: I think this conversation has reached its conclusion, don't you? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Some of this looks how I remember it, but the rest? Baffling, is what it is. | |- |S: It's a simple enough enchantment, Markus. A bit of Grey magic and a smidge of Gold. Devious comes naturally to some. | |- |M: But not you, huh? | |- |S: 'Course not. Fire plays no games, and has no favorites. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I'd have thought this would make a good border fortress for the Empire. | |- |V: Perhaps it might, but for its reputation. Even if we purged every stone, no garrison would sleep well. | |- |B: I know the feeling. It's always cold here, isn't it? Even with a fire raging close by. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Back when I was in Talabheim, I chanced upon a band of strolling players. They were talking about performing a play about Drachenfels. | |- |V: Really? Were they... accomplished thespians? | |- |M: Couldn't tell you. When I went back that evening, they'd all been rounded up and dragged away by your lot. Half the audience, too. | |- |V: A shocking coincidence. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Keep a sharp watch Bardin. I'm relying on you to inform me of any more traps. | |- |B: Aye, I'll do what I can, but I reckon there's magic than machine about this castle's secrets. | |- |S: Oh, don't worry. I'm keeping a sharp watch too. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So sir, killed any daemonologists before? | |- |V: More than my share... but never enough. | |- |K: Then be of good cheer. Your tally increases today. | |- |V: If Sigmar wills it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Is anyone else hearing voice? Whispering like. | |- |K: Saltzpyre always hears voices. Mad ones. | |- |V: So you hear nothing, elf? | |- |K: Nothing at all. Leave me be. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: D'you hear that? It's a voice. It... it knows things about me. | |- |S: Ignore it, Markus. It's your imagination. | |- |M: Yeah? And what if it's not? | |- |V: Then you've even more reason to ignore it. | |- |} === Winds of Magic === ==== [[Dark Omens]] ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Beastmen. This takes me back. | |- |K: You talk as if they're rare, Kruber. Corruptors lurk everywhere. | |- |M: Not in the cities, behind nice stone walls. This blasted wilderness is another matter. | |- |K: This "blasted wilderness" is a thing of beauty. We cannot allow them to despoil it. | |- |M: If you say so. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Beastmen! As if there wasn't already enough work for righteous souls! | |- |S: Hush, Saltzpyre. We all know you're only happy when you're killing. | |- |V: I have but one pair of hands, and they are multitudes. How is one to stay afloat in such seas? | |- |S: With help. Consider me the lesser of two evils. Can't say I care for the smelly brutes either. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: These Beastmen are more than mere monsters. | |- |K: On this, if nothing else, we agree, One-Eye. | |- |V: They're man's corruption made manifest. | |- |K: Oh, they're much worse than that. They're the rot at the very soul of the world. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: You had any trouble with beastmen, Bardin? | |- |B: Any trouble? Hah! We've whole throngs patrol the trade routes through the forests. 'Course, that's as often elgi trouble as gori making mischief. | |- |K: Believe me when I say any caravan attacked by Asrai wouldn't have chance to speak of it. | |- |M: Now now. Let's not make a contest of this. We're all on the same side. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Your people have many run-ins with the beastmen, Kerillian? | |- |K: Aye we do. They seek to corrupt and despoil the Weave. As humans don't seem interested in stopping them, someone must. | |- |S: That's hardly fair. The Empire's overrun with the brutes. | |- |K: And whose fault is that? And to whom will you look for fairness when the Weave collapses beneath their foulness? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: The beastmen are a plague, brewed by weakness and faltering resolve. A good parent would kill a mutant child, not offer it up to the woods and the iniquities of Chaos. | |- |B: Harsh words even for you, Saltzpyre. Blood's a weighty bond. Takes a lot to break it. | |- |V: Misplaced affection is no protection against the Dark Gods. And faltering hearts have ever been the Empire's greatest weakness. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Whatever happens here today is only the start. Once they find a foothold, the corruptors spread like a plague. | |- |B: True enough. I've heard stories about what they did in Athel Loren. | |- |K: You've heard whispers, nothing more. The truth is worse. Withered groves. Sickness in the hearts of newborns. The living world recoiling and growing bitter. | |- |B: We'll not let that happen here. You've my word, drengbarazi to drengbarazi. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You sure you're on our side, Markus? After all, Taal's worship's only a stone throw away from these beasties. | |- |M: That ain't funny. They're as different as a witch and a wizard. Taal's all about the cycle of life, the purity of the hunt. Beastmen? Ain't no purity in them. Just corruption. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So these minotaurs, what are they? A larger type of Beastman? Some other kind of mutated monster? | |- |V: I've seen no definitive proof either way. My view is that it doesn't matter, as long as they bleed. | |- |B: Okri knows. | |- |S: Of course he does, Bardin. Imaginary friends know everything. | |- |B: Oi! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Should I die, Kruber, I'd like you to have my sword of office. | |- |M: So the others'll think I'm a witch hunter? | |- |B: No. So that they think that I liked you. | |- |M: Gotta be honest, not sure what to say about that, sir. | |- |M: ''(Grail Knight)'' You do know that I've already got a better sword than you, right? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Come on mates. I'm not exactly the brains of this operation, but can't we disrupt the ritual, might be that... | |- |V: ...It might birth an explosion to destroy both the beastmen and the warpstone. And as for us... | |- |M: ...Join the army, they said. One big adventure and a shiny uniform. Well, I've certainly had that. Death and glory it is! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: We can't let this stand. We're the bloody Ubersreik Five! Sort of. Can't we, I don't know, disrupt the ritual, and then... | |- |V: ...It might birth an explosion to destroy both the beastmen and the warpstone. And as for us... | |- |K: ...So? Death in the service of the Weave is the highest calling! Let us be off! | |- |B: One last heroic effort? How can I say no? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Brave heart, Kerillian. There's always a way... aye! If we disrupt the ritual... | |- |S: ...The magic will go wild. Oh, won't that be so fun for all concerned! Imploded warpstone isn't much harm. Well, there is a little harm... | |- |K: ...It matters not. We owe all to the Weave. Our lives, and our deaths. Come! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: No! I will not this let be. We'll use the corruptors' sorcery against them. If the ritual is disrupted... | |- |B: ...BOOM! ''(laughs)'' Never hurts to solve things with a boom, does it? Of course, it might get a little bit hairy... | |- |V: ...If we are slain, we die in righteous cause. What man could wish for better? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Beastmen are crude beings. Their ritual will be slipshod and easily disrupted. If we do so... | |- |K: ...The warpstone will feed on itself. It might even implode. That's actually a good idea, though the cost to us... | |- |V: ...It will be a righteous death. Better than most earn. I am content. On! | |- |} ==== Weaves ==== Hysh: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: If magic must exist, why can it not all be thus? Pure. Soothing. | |- |K: Purity is highly overrated, One Eye. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Light magic? Boring! | |- |K: Not everything can be an explosion, wizard. | |- |S: Oh, but can't it? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: My cousin Araloth once spoke of a land far to the south, where undead monarchs worship light and dark in equal measure. | |- |V: Indeed. A land of tombs and sickening heresy. The birthplace of the first necromancer... | |- |K: Hush! Nothing good comes from uttering that name. | |- |} Ghyran: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: This is how the world should be, mayflies. The bounty of the Weave unsullied. | |- |M: Unsullied? Where's the fun in that? | |- |S: I don't know... I can't see a single fire. Not one. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So much vegetation. I wonder how it burns. | |- |V: ''(sigh)'' Try to control yourself. Just this once. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Life was ever unruly. It requires order to give it purpose. | |- |K: Leave it alone. Some things you're not meant to control. Me, for instance. | |- |} Shyish: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Even death is not certain. Not where necromancy's abound. | |- |K: Ach, don't be so judgmental. Life has ever risen out of death. It is the way of things. | |- |S: And ash takes all. That's also the way of things. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Does anyone else hear whispers in the dark? | |- |V: More than I can count. They speak accusations. ''(louder)'' Their deaths were necessary! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Do you know what would improve this place? | |- |K: ''(sigh)'' Is it 'fire', by any chance? | |- |S: Why yes! How did you know? | |- |V: Because it is always fire. | |- |} Aqshy: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Loathsome though it is, something about this place calls to me. | |- |V: Resist, elf. The fire seeks to corrupt you as it has so many others. | |- |K: I know, I know... but wouldn't it be fun? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Now this is more like it! Isn't it glorious? | |- |V: I confess, I have always been partial to the flame... judiciously used. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Is it hot in here, or is it just me? | |- |S: I think it's lovely, darling. So warm. So comforting. ''(contented sigh)'' | |- |} Ulgu: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: The shadows gather. Trust nothing. | |- |K: Trust nothing? Does that include you, Saltzpyre? | |- |V: In this realm? It might be better if you did not. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Caught between light and dark. I feel almost at home. | |- |V: Somehow, I'm not surprised. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You should see the Grey College in Altdorf, darlings. | |- |K: Why, is it impressive? | |- |S: Not exactly. You should see it, but most days you can't. I hear people are forever walking into it. | |- |} Chamon: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Gold wizards are almost as treacherous as the Grey. When nothing is certain, everything invites heresy. | |- |K: So suspicious, One Eye. I thought you loved everyone. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: There is little natural here, only artifice. | |- |V: Artifice is everywhere. It shapes our lives, and spurs us all to heresy. | |- |K: What a pretty sentiment. Are you trying to turn my head? | |- |V: ''(sputters)'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Never met a Gold Wizard that I didn't want to set aflame. | |- |K: Just how many wizards haven't you wanted to set aflame? | |- |S: Pretty here, isn't it? | |- |} Azyr: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: My cousins believe that the future can be read in the heavens. | |- |V: So I have heard it said. Is there any truth to that claim? | |- |K: I doubt it. They think white's a practical colour. So what do they know? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I confess, this place holds a strange beauty. | |- |S: I don't know. It's all a bit twinkly for my tastes. | |- |} Ghur: {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: This place shudders with Ulric's wrath. | |- |K: Ulric? Your so-called god of winds and winter? Such a milksop. Anath Raema would feed him his own lungs. | |- |S: Please. Do we really have time to play 'my god's bigger than yours'? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: This is a hunting ground. Try not to be prey, lumberfoots. | |- |V: I am never pray, elf. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Amber magic. Hah! Practised by wastrels half-gone to hersey! | |- |S: I agree Saltzpyre. No sense in being 'half-gone' to anything. You have to have commitment! | |- |V: I'm sure that's not what I meant. | |- |} === Chaos Wastes === {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Just... just supposing you could be a god, what would you be? | |- |K: Kerillian the Inscrutable, who silences fools that ask too many questions. | |- |V: Perhaps it is better you remain mortal after all. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I received a communique today, from the Witch Hunter General. | |- |M: Oh no. Look, if it's about that letter, I had nothing to do with - | |- |V: He said he would 'watch my career with interest.' Why do you suppose he said that? | |- |M: Really couldn't say. You'd have to ask Bardin. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Oi, Bardin! What did you put in that letter to the Witch Hunter General? Saltzpyre's had a reply. | |- |B: Only that he was a fine lad, and absolutely not a heretic, despite his recent obsession with this Citadel of Eternity. I thought it might help. | |- |M: Oh yeah that's not gonna get misinterpreted. And signed in my name, Lohner tells me? | |- |B: Thought it'd carry more weight, coming from one of his own. | |- |M: Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant. Saltzpyre's gonna kill me. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Would you want to be a god, mayfly? If so, what would you exemplify? | |- |M: Doesn't seem my place. Besides, sounds like a lot of work. | |- |B: A weighty loss for the world, dawri. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Who'd be a god eh? Would you? What would, you know, stand for? | |- |K: Think you to know the truth of the goddess Kerillian? Think again. | |- |V: On second thought, I think the world will survive without your divine wisdom. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: I don't get this fuss about Khorne. He's just Khaine without the sophistication. | |- |M: Khaine? Who's that? | |- |K: The God of Murder, Kruber. You'd like him. He's very direct. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: You seem distracted, Kerillian. | |- |K: Seeing all this... it reminds me that I've been a poor guardian of the Weave. That has to change. | |- |M: Yeah? What does that mean? | |- |K: When I find out, I'll tell you. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Here's a test for you mayflies... which of the Dark Gods is most abhorrent? | |- |B: They're none of them good, but Khorne's the worst. Battle without honour and oath shouldn't be encouraged. | |- |S: His followers are no good for conversation, either. All that growling and snarling. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So, that patron god of yours, why that one? Why not someone else? | |- |M: Taal's a hunter, and so am I. No matter what hat I'm wearing. | |- |B: Doesn't matter. Valaya'll see you're not short of ale, so long as you hold true. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Good idea of grimgi's, this. Can't hurt to ask the gods for a bit of help. | |- |K: I'm surprised he even suggested it. The man sees heresy in every shadow, and now he leads us to the Chaos Wastes? | |- |B: He's worried. Any wazzok can see that. | |- |K: He's right to be. This won't end well, mark my words. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Saw you planning this expedition back at the keep. Never thought you'd find common ground with Oleysa. | |- |V: Trying times make for difficult choices, Kruber. If my Order hears of this... | |- |M: Say no more. They'll not get a whiff of it from me. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Marius Holseher? What was an imperial citizen doing up here? | |- |V: A traitor of the worst kind. He writes as one fascinated by the Chaos Gods. Not that I've read it myself, as you understand. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I've been thinking, dawri. Which of these four great Kazaki Gromthi is a slayer's dream? | |- |K: Slaanesh. He is a curse upon us all. He more than any feasts on false hope. | |- |M: Yeah. Funny how rich folks always end up worshipping Slaanesh, ain't it? | |- |V: Silence! I will not tolerate such prattle any longer! | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Four Chaos Gods, drengbarazi. Which'd suppose give a Slayer the most glorious death? | |- |M: Nurgle - which you'd understand if you ever had explosive dysentery. For instance, I mean. Not, ahem, from personal experience. | |- |B: Aye, Nurgle's a bad one. Mind you, they all are. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: If we are to triumph in the coming days, I must be truer to my faith than ever before. | |- |K: Really? I await with baited breath. | |- |V: Do not interrupt! I was eulogising! | |- |K: Prattling. You were prattling. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Have we ever agreed on what created these Wastes? | |- |V: The first sin, that which doomed the world! | |- |K: Have you been drinking again? Because you sound drunk. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Never did find out what created these Chaos Wastes. | |- |K: The gods warred, and their loss became ours. | |- |V: A likely story... some folk will believe anything. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: The mysteries of the Chaos Wastes. What do you suppose created them? | |- |M: Yeah, I know this one. It was all down to a plague of frogs, or something. | |- |V: Frogs? FROGS? I've never heard anything so ridiculous! | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So uh, of these Chaos Gods, which do you think is the worst? | |- |V: I see little point in grading evils. All are abominations. All are to be abhorred. | |- |K: That's probably wise, One-Eye. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: I hear a lot about a fellow called Grombrindal. Is he an ancestor god? | |- |B: Oh no, azumgi. He's a hero. Terribly mysterious. | |- |M: A bit like Cousin Okri? | |- |B: Aye, very much like that, but don't you dare tell anyone I said so. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Do you know much about the elven gods, Saltzpyre? | |- |V: Only that they are degenerates, who bicker among themselves instead of opposing the true foe. | |- |M: As with mortals, so with gods, is that it? | |- |V: Indeed. Would that Sigmar could return and show them the error of their ways. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You know Saltzpyre, I never expected you to suggest something like this pilgrimage. | |- |V: Oh? Why so? | |- |S: It's not exactly in line with Sigmarite teachings, is it? | |- |V: Yes, well... things being the way they are, I fear I must be more... flexible. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I never thought rambling around the Chaos Wastes would be such fun! | |- |K: It's... not what I yearned for, nor what I needed. | |- |S: I'm sure it'll only get better. You'll see. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So, how are you finding these fine pilgrimages of ours so far? | |- |V: My faith is renewed! For the first time in months, I have holy purpose once more! | |- |S: I'm sure it'll only get better. You'll see. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So why didn't Sigmar drive the forces of Chaos back, if he was so powerful? | |- |V: Faith needs purpose. These unhappy wastes and their heretics provide it. | |- |S: So if Chaos is destroyed, there's no need for Sigmar any longer? Interesting. | |- |V: That is not what I said! | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: I didn't know dwarfs worshipped the Dark Gods. | |- |K: They don't. Not true dwarfs. Most of them live out east, in the land of spires and flame. | |- |M: Makes you wonder what could make them turn evil like that. | |- |S: Knowing Bardin, a lack of good ale on tap. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Are you sure, Azumgi, about courting Taal now that you're sworn to the Lady? | |- |M: Nah. It's not like she's a jealous goddess, is it? | |- |K: I'm sure you're right. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: That crack you made about the Lady getting antsy about me praying to Taal... what do you know that I don't? | |- |K: How much time do you have? | |- |M: Oh very nice, that is. | |- |B: Pay her no mind, Azumgi. She can't help herself. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Kerillian keeps dropping hints about the Lady getting jealous. | |- |V: And what would she know about it? | |- |M: I don't know, but she's got me worried. I don't want to get turned into a frog. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Brave move Markus, courting Taal when you're already sworn to the Lady- | |- |M: Now look, don't you start and all. Kerillian's bad enough. | |- |B: I'm sure it'll be fine. I mean a watery goddess of swamp and drizzle? What's to fear? | |- |M: Quite certain I don't want to find out, actually. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: It's strange, but I'm wondering if this is the right place for us. | |- |V: What!? This is the Chaos Wastes, lair of outcasts, exiles, and apostates! | |- |B: Aye. And we're all at least two of those things, aren't we grimgi? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I've been wandering, dawri. What shall we call this expedition? How about 'the Saga of Goreksson the Brave'? | |- |M: I don't know. Doesn't sound right. How about 'Sir Kruber's Triumph'? | |- |K: Or 'Kerillian and Her Endless Nursemaiding of Mayfly Children'? | |- |V: Silence! A pilgrimage should be a reverent, respectful journey! | |- |S: Why don't we argue about it when we get back? If we get back. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Funny really. Set against the gods of blood, magic, and plague, Slaanesh seems the least of the lot. | |- |K: Nothing could be further from the truth. He'll choke you on your dreams and then swallow your soul. | |- |M: That's not a figure of speech, is it? | |- |K: By no means. | |- |M: Right, forget I said anything then. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: What I don't get - amongst other things - why Nurgle's followers think he's jolly. I mean, he's fat, but fat and jolly don't always go together. | |- |K: On the other hand, One-Eye's thin and miserable. | |- |M: You reckon he's the anti-Nurgle? | |- |K: It's worth considering. | |}
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