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=== Premium Career Conversations === Many new Keep conversations were added with the premium careers. They are presented here in game file order, as each conversation is labeled (e.g. the first conversation where Kerillian laughs at Kruber's accent is "fleur_conversation_one"). This is necessary as, despite the lines playing in random order in the Keep, they're clearly structured sequentially, making reference to previous conversations. ==== Grail Knight ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: ''(faux-Bretonnian accent)'' For the honour of the Lady! | |- |K: ''(laughs)'' What was that, Kruber? | |- |M: Just trying on a Bretonnian accent for size. D'you like it? | |- |K: I confess, it's hard putting my feelings into words. | |- |M: Don't like it then? Don't worry, I'll try another. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: ''(faux-Bretonnian accent)'' Fear not! The Lady will protect us! | |- |K: Another attempt at a Bretonnian accent? | |- |M: Yeah. Still not quite right, is it? | |- |K: No no. It's wonderful. Very authentic. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: ''(faux-Bretonnian accent)'' For Giles and the - ''(normal accent)'' pack that in, Kerillian! I can see you laughing! | |- |K: ''(laughs)'' I swear I'm not... ''(suppressing laughter)'' Lileath as my witness... and probably yours... ''(laughs)'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: ''(faux-Bretonnian accent)'' For the honour of the Grail! | |- |K: Getting closer. Just promise me something, would you? | |- |M: Oh yeah? What? | |- |K: When you try that out in a Parravon tavern, I want to be there. | |- |M: Be beating the lasses off with a stick, I will. | |- |K: Oh, there'll definitely be a beating. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: About the Lady of the Lake - | |- |M: How about you just speak what's on your mind? | |- |K: I'm just saying that maybe things aren't quite what they seem. Maybe. | |- |M: Can't ever talk in a straight line, can you? All twists and turns. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: About the Lady of the Lake - | |- |M: No. Not listening. Had enough of that now. | |- |K: I was just wondering... when she handed you the grail... did you get a good look at her ears? | |- |M: Lalalala, can't hear you! Sorry. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Doesn't it worry you being a Grail Knight after years of Imperial service? It's got to be strange. | |- |M: Can't say it does. Feels good, actually. Like my eyes are properly open. | |- |B: You're not worried about, erm, reprisals? | |- |M: From who? Anyway, with the way we live, there's a queue they'll have to join, isn't there? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Still can't get my head around this Grail Knight business, Azumgi. | |- |M: Way I see it, ain't much has changed. All killing, ain't it? | |- |B: Wouldn't have it any other way. Just as long as you've not gone soft. | |- |M: Soft? Me? Don't talk daft. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Didn't you take an oath to the emperor? Won't he be a bit, you know, peeved? | |- |M: Only thing the Empire breeds faster than lice is deserters. And it's not like old Karl Franz knows me. One among thousands, I am. Though he might remember my hat. He likes hats. | |- |B: Yes, but what about the folk beneath him? | |- |M: What, Helborg and that lot? That sort only notice common soldiers when they kill them in a drunken rage. | |- |B: Aye, well, we've all done that. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You sure the Empire won't want your medals back, Azumgi? | |- |M: What? You reckon someone cares that much about this whole Grail Knight thing? | |- |B: Bad blood between your realms. Makes folk petty. | |- |M: Wouldn't know. Anyway, I stole most of 'em in the first place. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I want you to know Kruber that I think no less of you for your recent... defection. | |- |M: Defection? We're all on the same side. | |- |V: The same side as the Bretonnians? I think not. Some of them actually bathe. | |- |M: So do I. Always have, circumstances permitting. | |- |V: It's like I never knew you at all. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Kruber, I've been meaning to talk to you about something. | |- |M: ''(faux Bretonnian accent)'' About what, peasant? Speak! | |- |V: Must you keep using that ridiculous accent? | |- |M: ''(faux Bretonnian accent)'' What accent? Anyway, what did you want? | |- |V: ...It doesn't matter. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Things being the way they are, Kruber, I wonder if I can trust you any longer. | |- |M: Look, I'm still just plain old Kruber. I just outrank you now, that's all. | |- |V: What?! | |- |M: Nobility now, aren't I? Whereas you, you're a commoner. An esteemed one, maybe, but still. | |- |V: This is preposterous! | |- |M: That's exactly what a commoner would say. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: So this 'Lady' the Bretonnians worship, she's... real? | |- |M: Real as you and me. And beautiful. Of course, I'd been drinking. | |- |V: And full of seductive wiles, I'll be bound. | |- |M: Couldn't really say. Again, I'd been drinking. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I understood receiving the blessing of the Grail was an arduous labour. | |- |M: Yeah well, some of us are meant for great things, Sienna. | |- |S: What was it, this labour? | |- |M: Killed a big old beastie, I did. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So this beastie you killed to earn the Lady's favour... what was it? | |- |M: Ah, now that I think on it, it was all a bit of a blur. But I'm sure I was heroic. | |- |S: Drunk too, I bet. | |- |M: You're probably on to something there. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Don't take this the wrong way Markus, but why did the Lady choose you? | |- |M: Like I said, I killed a horde of ferocious beasties. | |- |S: A horde? Last time you said beastie. Singular. | |- |M: Oh come on. You're really going to start quibbling? It's the stuff of oral tradition. It's you know. Wossname. Fluid. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You know Markus, I think this might actually suit you. A shining knight from a fairytale land. | |- |M: Yeah, well don't expect me to start spouting poetry. | |- |S: Shame. A girl can dream, can't she? | |- |M: Give it a rest. I've gotta get the accent right first, and Kerillian sniggers every time I try. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |L: See I know a little about Bretonnia. Had a couple of issues with the Black Grail a few years back. I've never heard of a foreigner earning the true grail. | |- |M: Well, that's the Krubers for you. Bloodline's more like a puddle. Or a smear. Clear across the Old World. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |L: So you never expected you had Bretonnian blood? | |- |M: Never guessed. Still, it's a rum old family that doesn't have secrets. | |- |K: A castle out near Parravon's a pretty big secret. | |- |M: I wouldn't worry. I don't suppose there's much of it left. Something about vengeful elves. | |- |K: Isn't it always? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |L: You know, Catrinne's been after you. | |- |M: Taal, what does she want with me? | |- |V: To paint your official portrait, so I gather. | |- |M: Suppose I don't see the harm... as long as you keep the sharp objects away from her this time. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You reckon it'll change you, being a noble? | |- |M: Me? Nah. 'Course the rest of you'll have to shape up a bit. Standards and all. | |- |S: Standards? This from the same man who eats with the dagger he uses to trim his moustache? | |- |M: Oi! Nothing wrong with that dagger. Killed a lot of men with it, I have. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Have you noticed how Azumgi keeps speaking of himself in the third person? All this 'knight of the grail' nonsense. | |- |V: It hadn't escaped me. | |- |B: Calls you 'peasant' too, I noticed. | |- |S: Do you have a point to make, Master Dwarf? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: So... Kruber's a Grail Knight now. How do we feel about that? | |- |S: I don't mind. It's like he's twice the man as he was. | |- |K: He's still the same man, Sienna. The armor's just a bit cleaner now. | |- |S: Yes, but don't you think he's somehow more... exotic? | |- |S: Well, he still picks his nose with a dagger, so no. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: What is this 'Old Alliance' of which I've heard Kruber speak? | |- |K: Oh that? It's nothing, really. | |- |V: Elf... | |- |K: Well, every now and then, Athel Loren and Bretonnia find common cause. | |- |V: Doing what, exactly? | |- |K: Giving the Empire a good kicking. It's fun. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Know you much about Bretonnians, wizard? | |- |S: Good dancers. Good drinkers. I like them. | |- |V: Yes, I'm sure. But in matters martial? | |- |S: Swift on the charge, and in the retreat. In love or war, they're very much 'all or nothing.' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I fought alongside the Duke of Parravon once, did I ever tell you? | |- |S: Can't say you did, Bardin. | |- |B: Gracious sort. Had a fierce beastie of a horse, but kept slowing it down so I could keep up. He gave me a pedigree pony after. | |- |S: Oh, I think I know where this is going. | |- |B: Roasted a treat, it did. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So, an 'Old Alliance' between Loren and Bretonnia, eh? Have you told Kruber the rest? | |- |K: Of course not. He's so happy in his ignorance. What's the harm? | |- |B: The harm? Every summer, that king of yours treats Bretonnia as his own private hunting ground. Two legs or four, it doesn't bother him. | |- |K: That, Bardin, is Sigmarite propaganda. Honestly, I'm ashamed of you. | |- |} ==== Outcast Engineer ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |K: I hear your family's a mite... complicated | rowspan="4" |[[File:Engineer Family-Mite.mp3|thumb]] |- |B: Aye, you hear that, do you? From who? |- |K: Lohner might have said something... |- |B: Lohner should keep his mouth shut! |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: About your kin... | rowspan="4" |[[File:Warhammer Vermintide 2 2021.02.15 - 20.39.03.04.DVR.mp3|thumb]] |- |B: Ha! Came to make another joke at my expense? |- |K: I was just going to say, it's hard to be alone among the mayflies. |- |B: Aye, it is that. They mean well, but it's not the same. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You were asking about my kin before... what did Lohner tell you? | |- |K: That your father died in your mining accident. He implied your uncle Drakki was responsible. | |- |B: Hnm. It weren't like that. | |- |K: Then what was it like? | |- |B: None of your business! | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | rowspan="5" |[[File:Mining Accident.mp3|thumb]] |- |B: The mining accident at Karak Norn. It was my father's fault. Disengaged the pneumatic supports - called 'em newfangled umgak. Then the quake hit. |- |K: And your uncle took the blame? |- |B: Took the burden for his brother, who died a hero getting other miners to safety. Wouldn't expect you to understand. |- |K: You're asking me if I understand pride, and shame? Hah. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |K: So, have you other family still in this grey world of ours? | rowspan="4" |[[File:Bardin's daughter.mp3|thumb]] |- |B: Why do I reckon you already know the answer? |- |K: So suspicious, Master Dwarf. But yes, Lohner told me. You've a daughter, I understand? |- |B: Aye, I do, and a canny lass she is too. Has forgotten more about engineering that I ever learned. Captains a [https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Dwarf_Monitor monitor] out of Barak Varr nowadays. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |K: Your wife's made quite a name for herself I hear, Goreksson? | |- |B: Do I have no secrets left? | |- |K: One. And I'll not ask about that. | |- |B: Hmph. Yes, Grelda's a dab hand with an axe. You should see her when's the scent of gobbo blood in her nostrils. You'd like her. | |- |K: But she doesn't care for you any longer? | |- |B: Life's complicated. Not everything's forever. | |- |K: Aye. True enough. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="5" | |- |S: So you're an engineer now, is that right Bardin? |- |B: Always was, Zharrin, in my heart. Just letting it shine a bit, that's all. |- |S: Good. Repression's bad for the spirit. I never repress anything. |- |B: Aye, I've noticed. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |S: I've met some engineers in my time. Nervous-looking lot. | |- |B: We'd be talking about umgi engineers, I take it? | |- |S: Pretty much. Singed eyebrows and nervous twitches. | |- |B: That's what you get for misjudging the flashpoint of black powder, zharrin. Foolish umgi never learn. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |S: Don't take this the wrong way, but the tinkerer's trade seems to require a certain... delicate touch. | |- |B: And I don't have it, is that what you're saying? I can be deft when I need to be. | |- |S: Glad to hear it! Though from the way you stomp around the place, I never would have guessed. | |- |B: I did say 'when I want to be.' A good stomp scares off bad luck! | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |S: I don't know why, but I think we've more in common now, Bardin. I think it's the explosions. | |- |B: Explosions? That was just a wee accident, is all. Could have happened to anyone. | |- |S: Oh I don't mind. I think it looked rather impressive actually. But I do think that Lohner would have preferred that outbuilding intact. | |- |B: Well now he can rebuild it better, can't he? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |S: The engineer's life seems to suit you, Bardin. | |- |B: Aye, it does. But I'm not an engineer, not officially. Haven't stood my service in the guild. | |- |S: Oh. That sounds onerous. | |- |B: Not at all. It's a privilege to learn from those longbeards... those whose beards haven't been burnt off. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |S: You're not tempted to go back to Karak Zorn and join the Engineer's Guild, Bardin? | |- |B: Maybe... be strange to see the place after all these years. | |- |S: Good strange, or bad strange? | |- |B: Can't say I'll know until I get there, zharrin. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="5" |[[File:Engineer keep-upgrades.mp3|thumb]] |- |M: So, I guess we can expect to see a few dwarfen upgrades around here. |- |B: Might be - but don't you go confusing me with a common tinkerer. I'm an artist. |- |M: You sound like Catrinne. Eating all those paintbrushes has obviously had an effect. |- |B: I shan't dignify that with a response. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="3" |[[File:Outcast Engineer-Suspicious Tradition.mp3|thumb]] |- |M: Oi, Bardin! You wouldn't mind taking a look at the action on my repeating handgun, it's sticking something fierce. |- |B: Oh, so this is how it's going to be? Fixing other people's weapons? |- |M: I thought you engineers loved fixing things. Muttering about how the rest of us mistreat them? |- |B: Aye, but a large part of that is getting the complaining in upfront. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |M: Met a dwarf engineer once. At the battle of Hel Fenn. Cantankerous sort, he was. | |- |B: You were at the Battle of Hel Fenn? | |- |M: Not the famous one. The eighth, I think. They don't like to number in case it encourages the vampires. | |- |B: Can't argue with that. They come back often enough as it is. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |M: You reckon you could teach me the engineer's trade? I've always been good with my hands. | |- |B: Are you serious, Azumgi? | |- |M: Mostly... yeah. Yeah, I reckon I am. | |- |B: Hmmm... we'll discuss it some more. Can't promise anything, mind. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |M: You always been interested in the engineer's trade, Bardin? | |- |B: Aye Azumgi, since I was the most beardless of beardlings. | |- |M: It's funny, I don't think I can imagine you any shorter. Or without a beard. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="3" |[[File:Outcast Engineer-Suspicious Tradition.mp3|thumb]] |- |M: I don't get why some dwarfs are so suspicious of you engineers, Bardin. |- |B: It's a love of tradition, Azumgi. They don't like change. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |V: I imagine you'll be invoking Morgrim a lot more now, Master Dwarf? | |- |B: Aye, maybe a little. But we're not so factional as you umgi. Plenty of room for all the ancestors. | |- |V: Indeed, there is space for them all in Sigmar's shadow. | |- |B: They're propping him up, you mean? Very true. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |V: It still seems strange to me that there is a God of Engineers. | |- |B: Ancestor god, grimgi. The difference means something. | |- |V: And what is that, pray? | |- |B: That our gods were real, and remain so. Sigmar... | |- |V: Yes? | |- |B: ...is a comfort in trying times, I'm sure. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |V: Do you find satisfaction in the art of creation, Goreksson? | |- |B: There are few pleasures to equal the making of something. But you'd know that. Your father was a blacksmith, wasn't he? | |- |V: Who told you - Lohner, I suppose? | |- |B: Aye. I think he reckons with the end of the world coming, there's no point in secrets anymore. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |V: Do you plan to create many mighty weapons with which to chastise the Pactsworn? | |- |B: First, I need to work the kinks out of those I've already got. Perfection's important. | |- |V: Indeed it is. That which is flawed can never be truly righteous. | |- |B: We're still talking about weapons, aren't we? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="5" |[[File:Vermintide2 bardin-father.mp3|thumb]] |- |V: I heard Lohner speak of your father some time ago. He sounds like a stalwart soul. |- |B: Aye, he was certainly that. Rigid. Inflexible. Certain of everything. |- |V: You see! Precisely the proper role model in this wicked world of ours. |- |B: He thought that too. Can't say he was wholly right about it. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |As Outcast Engineer | rowspan="5" |[[File:Vermintide2 Engineer Saltz.mp3|thumb]] |- |V: Perhaps you should use your newfound standing with the Engineer's Guild to get our weapons improved? |- |B: It's not so simple as that. I'm more what you could describe as 'self-taught'. |- |V: But what of structure! Discipline! The judgement of one's peer? You have no one against whom to measure yourself! |- |B: I know. I find it liberating |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |L: Oi, Bardin! I want a word with you. That repair job you did on the drawbridge... | |- |B: Aye, what of of it? | |- |L: Wretched thing won't open unless you pull the right combination of levers. And there are a lot of levers. | |- |B: Pffff. I did write the combination down. | |- |L: Yeah! In engineer's code-runes. Who reads that? | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |L: No hard feelings for me telling the others about your kin, Bardin? They were worried. | |- |B: Aye? Then you'll be happy for me to share what I've learned about you, won't you? | |- |L: Wait... what? | |- |B: Wasn't your place to speak on the matter. | |- |M: Hey, don't be like that. We're a team. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |L: Still no luck in getting through to Barak Varr, Bardin, but we'll keep trying. | |- |B: I appreciate the effort, Lohner. Just don't let her know that I'm looking for her. | |- |S: For shame, Bardin. Family's important, now more than ever. | |- |B: Not my family. All we do is quarrel. But it'll be good to know she's alive. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- | |- |L: I have to say, it's good to see you embrace your true vocation, Bardin. | |- |B: Should've done it years ago. Those raki had better beware now! | |} ==== Sister of the Thorn ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: I guess you and me are even more on the same side these days. You know, Bretonnia and Athel Loren. The Old Alliance. | |- |K: I have no alliance with meat, Kruber. You're part of the problem. | |- |M: Yeah... can't help but read a threat into that, if I'm honest. | |- |K: Oh, hush. I'd never hurt you. When the moment comes, it'll be painless. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: That crack you made before. About the painless death. Not gonna lie... it hurt my feelings. | |- |K: I'm... I'm sorry, Kruber. Truly. What I am now... it's like the best of what I used to be, and the worst. Does that make any sense to you? | |- |M: I know you just apologised for something. Never heard that before. Might be there's hope for you yet. | |- |K: There's no hope for any of us. Not one branch. Not one leaf. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Look, wutelgi... Lohner asked me to have a word with you. He's worried you've become a bit... edgy... since, you know... | |- |K: So he sends one obsessive to fix another? I'm not a machine to be repaired, Goreksson. | |- |B: I know... but I do know a little about poor choices made for good reasons. Thought it might help. | |- |K: You're a good friend. I'll try to remember that. If I'm allowed. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So what's it like then, being part tree? | |- |K: How many times? I'm not part tree. I'm one with the forest and the Weave. A herald of Cadai and Cytharai. It's different. | |- |B: Aye, maybe. But it's always wise to keep a gap between your hobbies and your work, I find. | |- |K: Ha! The hypocrisy of meat! Or was that not a schematic for a mechanical arm I found in your workshop? | |- |B: ''(sputters)'' Just being prepared, was all. But it's a beauty, isn't it? Damminson's design. I just refined it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: A scholar once told me that Sisters of the Thorn were handmaidens of Isha. 'Course he was drunk at the time. | |- |K: Meat and their allegiances! Aye, some of us are bound to Isha. But we're free to worship as we wish, and Isha... | |- |M: What about Isha? | |- |K: It's not your concern. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: You were talking about Isha before. | |- |K: No. ''You'' were talking about Isha. I was casually deflecting. | |- |M: Sore topic, then? | |- |K: She is... not what she was. She's not even who she was. | |- |M: Much clearer, thanks. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So, Kerillian... what happened to Isha? | |- |K: Will you not leave it well enough alone, meat? | |- |M: Sorry, but you've got me curious now. | |- |K: ''(sigh)'' She's dead. An interloper stole all that made who her who she was. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: This interloper, then, that's scrobbled Isha. I mean... I'm up for giving them a kicking, if you reckon it'll help. | |- |K: You do know we're talking about the High Elf Everqueen? | |- |M: Alright, so, there'll be a bit of a bodyguard problem to deal with? | |- |K: They would slice you into tiny pieces and then cast them away, into the sea. | |- |M: I'm up for it, but I guess that's a 'no' then? | |- |K: Aye, it's a 'no.' | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I have to say, wutelgi, I like your new look. Does this mean you've gone back to your roots? | |- |K: Stop talking, Bardin. Now. | |- |B: Oh I see. Thorny issue, is it? | |- |K: ''[groans]'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: What's it like then, being part tree? | |- |K: As I've said many times before - so many times - I'm not part tree. I'm part of the forest. | |- |B: Ergo, you're part tree. Do try to keep up, wutelgi. | |- |K: ''[groans]'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So let me get this straight, you're not part tree? | |- |K: For the last time, no. | |- |B: But you're not flesh and blood? | |- |K: Not in any way you'd understand. | |- |B: So what the krunk are you? | |- |K: So help me Goreksson, I... I don't know any longer. |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Wutelgi, listen I wanted to - | |- |K: Leave me be, Goreksson. I've had my fill of your questions. | |- |B: Look. Just between us. I just wanted to say that I understand. Sometimes the only way to work out who you are is to be someone else. | |- |K: Aye. Maybe. I don't know any longer. I don't know what it all means. | |- |B: Then make it mean something. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: The world is so different now. I no longer hear the Weave... I feel it pulsing where my heart used to be. | |- |B: You had a heart? | |- |K: Want me to show you yours? Atharti could have it for a snack. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Did I make a mistake, Goreksson? Becoming what I am? | |- |B: Why ask me? I don't know owt about magic and elgi goddesses. | |- |K: Aye, but you do make a lot of mistakes. In this, if nowhere else, I'd value your counsel. | |- |B: Very wise - hang on, what was that? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I don't blame you for needing more than one godly patron, wutelgi. After all your gods are such frail, brittle things. | |- |K: The gods? Maybe. The goddesses? No. They nurse a grudge like you wouldn't believe, and it makes them mighty. | |- |B: I like them already. | |- |K: Oh good. That's a weight off my mind. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Lohner has gone to some lengths to reassure me that you are not evil, despite your... transformation. | |- |K: Did you not know? I was always evil. Except for when I wasn't. | |- |V: Can I trouble you to make at least a little sense? | |- |K: Just assume everything's a little bit closer to the surface now... and sleep lightly. | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: These deities you call upon are wicked! Why should I not think thee the same? | |- |K: Believe what you will, and chance the consequences. I am beyond such concerns. | |- |V: Then you admit to thine own damnation! | |- |K: My eyes are open as never before. I suggest you leave it at that. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cast you into the flame as any common witch! | |- |K: You still don't understand, do you? I am what I always was, only more so. I am myself, unbound by the whims of meat. | |- |V: You are wicked! | |- |K: I am free. If that appalls you so, bring on the flame! We shall see which of us survives it! | |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I remain unconvinced that you have not become the very thing we fight, but I shall stay my hand... for now. | |- |K: How very generous of you. Could it be that you're tempted by the truths I have seen? | |- |V: ''(sputters)'' I will not dignify that question with a response! | |- |K: Aye, dignity. So important. You mustn't feel ashamed that I intrigue you. | |- |v: ''(snarls)'' This conversation is over. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I thought I knew you elf, but this thing you've become... | |- |K: Is that outrage I hear? Or jealousy? ...Or temptation? | |- |V: What? How dare you! | |- |K: You may worship me, if you'd like. I'll not breathe a word of it to the others... if you ask nicely. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: As long as I've known you, Kerillian, you've worshipped Lileath and Isha above all others. Why the change? | |- |K: Do I need a reason? | |- |S: Well, no. But let's pretend. | |- |K: Isha is dead. Lileath... does not answer my prayers as she once did. We seek hope where we can. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Some of these goddesses you've invoked since... well, you know... they're not exactly 'nice.' | |- |K: Are any of us? | |- |S: Goodness, no. But Atharti? Hekarti? The Morai-Heg? If that's a party, I'd rather not be invited. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: About these new goddesses of yours, Kerillian... | |- |K: I know what you're thinking Sienna, but Atharti isn't evil. She's the Goddess of Desire. | |- |S: And turns folks into snake monsters if they're more beautiful than her. | |- |K: That's a misunderstanding. Surely you approve of her sister, Hekarti? | |- |S: The many-headed mistress of blood magic? I can't think why she has a reputation. As for the Morai-Heg...? | |- |K: Look, she doesn't kill people. She just knows when they're going to die... and very occasionally speeds it along. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I worry for you, Kerillian. What I know of the Cytharai isn't exactly encouraging. | |- |K: All is as it should be. Hekarti grants me the power, Atharti the will to see it used. Isha's memory binds me to the Weave and Lileath's love to the Light. And the Morai-Heg keeps the balance. | |- |S: And if that balance fails? | |- |K: ...Kill me swiftly. For all our sakes. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I don't understand it. Every Sister of the Thorn I've ever heard of has been bound to Isha, or Ariel, whatever she calls herself. | |- |K: And from whence hails your knowledge, might I ask? | |- |S: The finest scholars in the Empire - oh wait. I see where I've gone wrong. | |- |K: Aye. There's many a man happier for thinking we're all helpless wee butterfly maidens. But some of us bite. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: I must say darlings, I'm not sure what to make of Kerillian these days. | |- |V: I pity her, truth be told. In her search for meaning, she has cast a part of herself away. Perhaps the noblest part. | |- |M: Noblest part? That sounded like a compliment. A Saltzpyre compliment, anyhow. | |- |V: You might think that. I forebear to comment. | |- |B: Compliments and pity? You're going soft, grimgi. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I'm blowed if I know what's going on with the wutelgi. | |- |M: I know what you mean. Sometimes she seems normal... well, normal for her. But the rest? She gives me shivers. | |- |V: I harbor dark suspicions. | |- |S: Yes... but what's new there? She's been blessed by her gods, darlings. Would that we are all so lucky. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Kerillian's a bit different these days, ain't she? | |- |V: Ah! Your keen powers of observation at work, Kruber? | |- |S: Ignore him, Markus. He doesn't take well to change. | |- |B: Nothing wrong with change, in moderation. | |- |M: Yeah, but when we're talking about Kerillian, 'moderation' ain't exactly the word, is it? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Is there something wrong, Goreksson? You've had a peculiar grimace all day. | |- |S: Hush, Saltzpyre. He's worried about Kerillian. | |- |V: Whatever for? She made this choice. | |- |M: Did she? I'm not so sure of that. | |- |B: Aren't many stories on godly favour that end well, dawri. Think on that. | |- |} ==== Warrior Priest ==== {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: For years you called me blind, elf. And perhaps I was. No more. Sigmar has shown me the error of my ways. | |- |K: Oh, One-Eye. Such poetry. Next you'll be telling me you've learned the value of mercy. | |- |V: Alas, no. Mercy is weakness. And we can none of us afford to be anything other than strong. | |- |K: Glad to hear it. I'd hate to think that you've gone soft. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: I confess, One-Eye. I've never thought Sigmar a god, but you're making me reconsider. | |- |V: Most kind, I'm sure. Perhaps one day you'll understand that all others are but empty reflections of his glory. | |- |K: Don't push it. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: That magic you manifest, Saltzpyre... it looks like it tingles. Does it tingle? | |- |V: You speak of holy fury for which I am but a conduit. | |- |K: Aye, very impressive. But you didn't answer the question. | |- |V: It... has a certain pleasing warmth, I must confess. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: See you now the true might of Sigmar, elf? What can your dreary pantheon hope to offer by comparison? | |- |K: That by you is might? We have gods who can crack the world apart, drown cities with the seas, or exort whole populations to exquisite savagery. I think your little storm god might be a wee bit outnumbered. | |- |V: Perhaps. But where are your gods now that Chaos overtakes the world, hmm? | |- |K: Some will take a stand, have no doubt. Alas, the others are likely waiting to see which side to take. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Is it me, or does Saltzpyre seem a bit cheerier these days? | |- |B: Could be, Zharrin. Still can't quite manage a smile though, can he? | |- |M: Yeah. Sigmar can work miracles, but he's got his limits. | |- |K: As it should be. A genuine smile from One-Eye? It is surely sign that the End Times are upon us. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I... I believe I know a little of how you feel, elf. | |- |K: You? Who went running into the past to re-embrace one who'd already led you astray? I moved forward. | |- |V: There are times when I'm at a loss for what to say to you. | |- |K: Then say nothing, meat. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Say what you want, but there's no denying that Grimgi's a manling with a purpose these days. | |- |M: And long may it last, says I. We'll make a human out of him yet. | |- |S: Steady Markus. You can go too far. | |- |K: He always had a purpose, Bardin. That was the problem. | |- |S: True. But these days he's clearer on who the enemy is. Speaking for myself, that's definitely an improvement. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: Saltzpyre seems to have found his fire again. | |- |M: I dunno. He doesn't seem that different to me. | |- |K: That's because he likes you, Kruber. He's back to looking strangely at Sienna and I. | |- |B: Oh we all do that, wutelgi. I wouldn't take offense. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |K: Would you say you hear Sigmar's voice clearer these days, meat? | |- |V: Not his voice, perhaps. But his intent chimes a clarion fit to split the skies. | |- |K: You should be careful of godly intent, One-Eye. I know better than any how it can run strange roads. | |- |V: For pagan gods, perhaps. Not so for Sigmar. | |- |K: Believe as you wish. The truth will soon make itself known. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Well, Saltzpyre's faith burns stronger than ever. | |- |K: ''(sigh)'' I know. I curse the day we set foot in the Citadel of Eternity. | |- |S: It could be worse, darlings. He seems more at ease than ever... in his own way. | |- |B: Aye. Manlings like Grimgi don't unwind, they shatter. I'd rather not pick up the pieces. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: I don't suppose what's going on with Grimgi means that Sigmar may actually return? | |- |S: Oh I hope not. Think how insufferable Saltzpyre would be. | |- |M: Don't be so hasty, Sienna. What's more important - Saltzpyre's unhappiness, or saving the Empire? | |- |K: I think we all know the answer to that one. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: So, Grimgi. What happened to hating magic? | |- |V: I'm afraid I don't follow, Master Dwarf. | |- |B: Well, you use it now, don't you? | |- |V: This is not magic! This is a holy manifestation of Sigmar's wrath. | |- |B: Aye. Sure it is. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Funny how umgi gods need to make themselves known through acts of magic. Wisdom serves better, if you ask me. | |- |V: As I said before, I do not wield magic! It is faith given form! | |- |B: You say that... but if it looks like a rock-trout, tastes like a rock-trout, and is as slippery as a rock-trout, it's likely a rock-trout. | |- |V: This is the wisdom of your ancestor gods, I suppose? | |- |B: Aye. Valaya loved a fish supper. You'd be surprised how many of her parables have scales. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You know, Grimgi, if you're having trouble controlling that magic- | |- |V: ''(growling)'' It is not magic! | |- |B: -If you're having trouble controlling that "not magic", I can ask around. See if someone'll set it in runes for you. | |- |V: The might of Sigmar requires no vessel, save a faithful soul. | |- |B: Well that's handy, I suppose. Not sure I can lay my hands on one of those, mind. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I should have embraced this change long ago, Goreksson. Perhaps my alliance with you was a sign. | |- |B: What? Like we're remaking the old pact between Sigmar thin-beard and Kurgan the mighty? | |- |V: Thin-beard? Thin-beard?! | |- |B: Aye. Nice lad, Sigmar - or so our stories tell. But lacking a certain... physical gravitas. But still, history is written by the man who pays the skalds, aye? | |- |V: ''(growls)'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Goreksson, I must insist you not spread your stories about... Sigmar's beard. | |- |B: Or lack thereof? Don't worry, my lips are sealed. Though there is a rather fine song on the subject... | |- |V: ''(growls)'' | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Tell me Goreksson. Did any of your family every fight alongside Sigmar? | |- |B: Well... didn't fight, exactly. Unless you count that drunken brawl after the Battle of Blackfire Pass. And it wasn't so much alongside, as- | |- |V: I think perhaps you've said enough, Master Dwarf. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So what's it like, having actually heard Sigmar's voice? | |- |V: Humbling, Kruber. I see now my place in his great plan as never before. | |- |M: You'll forgive me for saying so, but 'humble' ain't exactly a word I'd peg you with. | |- |V: I assure you, my soul has been laid bare. There can be no pretense otherwise. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Sigmar's voice then? I always imagined him to be a big, booming presence, like thunder. | |- |V: Oh, but it was more than that. A vibrancy fit to shake the very pillars of creation! | |- |M: You sure about that? I mean, Bardin snores something fierce. Could be you've mistaken one for the other. | |- |V: Do you really think I'd mistake divine decree for the congestated nasal exhalations of a dwarf?! | |- |M: I guess we'll find out, one way or another. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Kruber. As I am now affirmed as a true herald of Sigmar Heldenhammer, I could grant you absolution. | |- |M: From my worldly sins? I'm not sure we've got times for that, to be honest. | |- |V: From your misguided worship of other gods. | |- |M: Oh yeah? Very generous, thanks. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: Kruber, I still stand ready to offer Sigmar's forgiveness for your worship of Taal, Rhya, Ranald, and that other- | |- |M: No no no no. I'm quite happy with a pantheon at my back, thank you very much. Strength in numbers has always served the Empire well. | |- |V: As you wish. The offer will remain open... indefinitely. | |- |M: Good to know. But don't hold your breath. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: So, oh Herald of Sigmar. Any chance of the big guy actually helping us out? | |- |V: The hour of his manifestation draws ever nigh. | |- |M: That wasn't exactly a 'yes', now was it? | |- |V: Faith, Kruber. You must have faith. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You know, I'm sure you've become more insufferable since our little experience in the north. | |- |V: Insufferable? I was never insufferable. Merely outspoken. | |- |S: And that's exactly what an insufferable man would say. | |- |V: I defer to your judgement. After all, I am sure you have much to teach me on the topic of being insufferable. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: You seem happier having heard Sigmar's voice, Saltzpyre. But I do wish you'd stop trying to smile. | |- |V: Does my obvious contentment discomfort you so much? | |- |S: Not especially. But you do keep scaring the cats. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: It seems we're all finding religion these days. Me with Myrmidia. Markus with his pantheon- | |- |V: You make it sound like he is close kin to the gods he worships. | |- |S: And why not? I'd make a fabulous Goddess of Incineration, so why hold back with Markus? And you claim to speak with Sigmar's voice. In some traditions, that'd make you his son. | |- |V: Have a care not to draw me into your heresies. | |- |S: Don't knock what you've never tried, Saltzpyre. You never know. You might like it. | |- |V: Cease your treacherous words! We have labours to perform. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |S: So in all your little chats with Sigmar, did he not pass comments on you being friends with a witch? | |- |V: We are allies, not friends. And we do not 'chat.' He makes his will known to me through less mundane means. | |- |S: Such as? | |- |V: Signs. Portents. The flicker of a fire. The fall of a star. The murmuration of birds. | |- |S: How very poetic. Are you certain Kerillian's not been putting those 'special herbs' in your food again? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: There remains time to repent your fallen ways, Fuegnonasus. Embrace Sigmar, and he shall embrace you in turn. | |- |S: Very kind, but I'm not one for being embraced by men with beards. If you can call that a beard. | |- |V: You've been talking to Goreksson, haven't you? | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |V: I think the time has come for you to renounce your foreign sorceress and reenter Sigmar's flock, Kruber. | |- |M: Oh you do, do you peasant? | |- |V: Indeed. Should the End Times be upon us, would you rather not be counted among those of true faith? | |- |M: Reckon I would, so I'll stick with the Lady of the Lake, if it's all the same to you. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Strange isn't it Grimgi, that the tradition-loving dawi is embracing the future, while you're running off into the past? | |- |V: You mistake Sigmar as one whose day is done, Goreksson. I merely accept that his true hour is yet to come. | |- |B: Aye, is that so? Well, wake me up when it gets here, would you? ''(laughs)'' | |- |V: I shall have no need. His return will be a clarion heard in all lands. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: Strange isn't it Grimgi, that the tradition-loving dawi is embracing the future, while you're running off into the past? | |- |V: You mistake Sigmar as one whose day is done, Goreksson. I merely accept that his true hour is yet to come. | |- |B: Aye, is that so? Well, wake me up when it gets here, would you? ''(laughs)'' | |- |V: I shall have no need. His return will be a clarion heard in all lands. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |M: Gotta wonder haven't you, why the Empire and Bretonnia don't get along better? | |- |V: I suspect it has much to do with the Sons of Gilles worshipping a heathen sorceress as a deity. | |- |M: Yeah, or the Empire raising up one of their own and calling him a god so's they can prove their superiority. | |- |V: I do not believe this conversation will prove... fruitful. | |- |M: Can't argue with that. | |- |} {| class="wikitable" !Quote !Audio |- |B: You know what? Doesn't matter what changes between us, dawri - we're still all in this together. | |- |M: Yeah. Here's to the bloody Ubersreik Five, standing as one... | |- |V: In Sigmar's sight! | |- |M: Yeah, I guess. Can't hurt, can it Bardin? | |- |B: The more the merrier, Azumgi. | |- |}
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