After a long delay, I got another thousand done...
Only a few I am positive are not in the game, but a couple I dont recognize.
@50078 = ~Eh? A beholder is behind this? I have heard of their power -great power, indeed- but I have never heard of one without its eyes.~
@50095 = ~Desperate words for a desperate demon! Your evil is at an end, foul one! Prepare to join your master in the pits of the Abyss!!~
@50097 = ~Your evil is an affront to everything I believe in! These... these mutilations are going to stop, and if it takes killing you to do that then we will!!~
@50108 = ~I shall tell you for more treasure.~
@50109 = ~I shall tell you for more treasure.~
@50118 = ~If the head of this temple has that kind of taste, what do they need Sarles for? I could come up with a lump like that every day. Heh... at least it worked out, I suppose.~
@50127 = ~Cor der noror rrin doth samman?~
@50132 = ~Ol raugh corl sargh? Xunder to thuldin sonn? Thuldul ol torst?~
@50137 = ~Gordul! Ta jarge. ~
@50160 = ~Mister Jansen again? For the last time, government will not erect a magical anti-griffon perimeter around the city. They simply aren't a threat, so stop bothering us!~
@50164 = ~Hmph. 'Not a threat'. Your family moves to the city to get away from the griffons and then you watch Grandma Jansen get carried off by one, and what do they say? 'Not a threat'. Thpppppfffft!~
@50169 = ~Oooh... wait one moment, you're Valygar Corthala, aren't you? You wouldn't happen to know a Magdelene Corthala, would you? As far as we can tell, she hasn't paid taxes in over seven years.~
@50170 = ~Wait... that's a dark elf, isn't it? A dark elf tax was brought into being by the Council of 1107... all dark elves must pay a daily fee to remain in the city.~
@50171 = ~You speak of my mother, cur... who has been dead for twice that many years. An undead creature of her own making, killed at my hand. Or do you have a tax for that, too?~
@50172 = ~I paid my dues when rivven attempted to burn me at the stake, elg'caress. Ask me again to pay for the 'privilege' of visiting your city and you will forfeit your tongue.~
@50173 = ~Well, er... never mind, then.~
@50178 = ~Now if you are all here to try and get a form, all I can tell you is that ... oh... it's Mister Jansen. How do you do, sir?~
@50179 = ~But of course. I'll have a copy of the Windy Willows form sent out to her right away... three copies, naturally, as required.~
@50180 = ~-- you only publish a hundred or so, it contains numerous errors, it has no index... and yet you charge two hundred gold for a copy. And you people call US thieves.~
@50182 = ~I'm just fine, Mr. Government Clerk. You know, Ma Jansen's been having quite the time with the local constabulary, saying she can't sell turnips where she likes. Got a form for that? (wink, wink!)~
@50186 = ~Wonderful! Sorry about the gold, there, <CHARNAME>... consider it a loan. One has to grease the wheels, here, if you're going to get anything done, you know.~
@50187 = ~That such bribery would be the norm is despicable... worse, yet, that you perpetrate it, gnome. How are the poor to get justice in such an environment?~
@50189 = ~That's fine for those with gold, but what about the poor? They suffer because they can't fill the pockets of someone already getting paid to do a job? It's unfair!~
@50191 = ~(snort!) Indeed. And this is just to get the form. Wait to see the bribe needed when his mother has to actually submit the copies to three different places.~
@50200 = ~Is that the purpose? That is odd, berk... for all the coins I see exchanging hands in this place, it would seem to me that everyone knows exactly whom to bribe.~
@50203 = ~I shall stay only if the reward is sufficient. What shall you give me for my skills in this battle?~
@50267 = ~Nevertheless, I inisist that I receive the deed before you open the portal.~
@50268 = ~Just don't forget to give it to me before you leave. I wouldn't want to have to run around the Planes looking for you.~
@50269 = ~If that is how it must be. Here take the deed and prepare your self.~
@50270 = ~Good. Let's get this over with.~
@50275 = ~Traitor! Our trusts and hopes have been pinned on you! You betray us for the deed to a simple playhouse?? Have you no morals at all!?~
@50279 = ~I have 1000 Amnish coins left and shall have no more use for them. Would this be sufficient? I shall give them to you once the portal is safe.~
@50286 = ~Traitor! Our trusts and hopes have been pinned on you! You betray us for a thousand pieces of gold?? Have you no morals at all!?~
@50296 = ~What's that you got there... you with all the scars. It looks like a scarf my son made me out of weasels a few years back.~
@50294 = ~Who's that you got there? Some old rustic from the rural areas? You aren't here begging for coin, are you? It's not allowed in this District.~
@50297 = ~I may be a rustic, good woman, but if being civilized and city-bred ingrains manners such as yours into a person, I am likely better off without it.~
@50301 = ~Boo is my stalwart companion, and he says that if you must wear the skins of a dead animal around your neck, the evil sharp-toothed weasel is a good choice.~
@50302 = ~Wait one moment... that wouldn't be Cor's son there, would it? Why, I remember when I used to swaddle you in diapers, I do! My, but you haven't changed a bit!~
@50304 = ~Oh. You must be my governess... er... Martha? Marilynn, is it? Good day to you, good woman.~
@50305 = ~Are you referring to me? Watch who you address with over-familiarity, commoner wench, lest I slap you to the ground and keep you there!~
@50306 = ~And he hasn't changed much since you knew him, either. He still whines all the time, pounds his fists and feet when he has a tantrum and burps after every meal. Feeds himself, though. A good lad.~
@50307 = ~And he hasn't changed since ye bathed him, woman. He still whines, cries, thows 'is tantrums and belches after every meal.~
@50309 = ~You'd barely see the difference. He still cries all the time, speaks nonsense and burps after every meal. Fortunately, the toilet training has come along nicely.~
@50311 = ~I shall not be made a fool of in front of my governess! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!!~
@50412 = ~Regardless of your debate, I will not allow the weak to be preyed upon. Call your man back, sir, or I shall be forced to intervene!~
@50433 = ~Ah! You are Lord Valygar Corthala, are you not? I have seen you before, but we have never had the pleasure of meeting personally!~
@50436 = ~My family has no claim to a noble title anymore, my lady. As such, I am sure you would have no interest in someone such as I, especially with my family's reputation.~
@50438 = ~Nonsense. I'm always willing to make room for someone of your... physique. And piffle on your reputation, it's the man that counts... and you seem quite a man to me.~
@50441 = ~Really? Than it is almost a pity that I am too busy at the moment. Perhaps... another time.~
@50442 = ~Beware, noble one. It is my understanding that our ranger friend has no love for females. Ghouls, perhaps, but not females. I was rather considering coloring his leathers pink.~
@50443 = ~Do it! Show me, Valygar, that you are indeed a man! Show me that you have what it takes to hold a female's attention!~
@50444 = ~Shut up, Viconia, or I swear I'll -- !!~
@50445 = ~As you wish, drow bitch!!~
@50449 = ~Oh, I see little miss Nalia de'Arnise has decided to regale the city with another of her visits. What will it be today, Nalia? Spreading bread crumbs for the paupers? Licking the heels of beggars?~
@50451 = ~Vicious snippet! When I see Pehllus next I'll make sure you pay for that remark!~
@50452 = ~Nothing you say bothers me, Oriona. I could roll in cow dung all day long and still come out cleaner than a petty, upper-class whore.~
@50499 = ~Hmmmn. You've lovely features there, girl, for an elf. Such lovely blue eyes. Perhaps I will forget about Oriona and the two of us shall go somewhere together, yes?~
@50564 = ~Executioner~
@50572 = ~Privateer~
@50574 = ~Privateer~
@50580 = ~Pipe~
@50707 = ~Slumber~
@50835 = ~Mind Amplification Device~
@50838 = ~You see a tiny hole, small enough for a small rodent.~
@50839 = ~Mind Amplification Device~
@50855 = ~<PLAYER2>? So be it, I shall face this worm in combat. The outcome shall determine the fate of this place!~
@50856 = ~<PLAYER3>? So be it, I shall face this worm in combat. The outcome shall determine the fate of this place!~
@50857 = ~<PLAYER4>? So be it, I shall face this worm in combat. The outcome shall determine the fate of this place!~
@50858 = ~<PLAYER5>? So be it, I shall face this worm in combat. The outcome shall determine the fate of this place!~
@50859 = ~<PLAYER6>? So be it, I shall face this worm in combat. The outcome shall determine the fate of this place!~
@50895 = ~Drow Cook~
@50896 = ~Drow Cook~
@50934 = ~You see a hole small enough for a rodent. Too bad you don't have some way to change into a rat or a squirrel.~
@50935 = ~I know your name is Veldrin, even if you cannot remember it. Obviously you are barely a century... if that. Collect your wits to survive here, fool.~
@50939 = ~You could probably use your Potion of Squirrel change to enter the tunnel. (click hole again to use potion)~