A poster named Diana PMed me saying she thought the duergar dialogue in the Gorje quest was a bit Brooklynesque, could she redo it? I said she could, sure, and I'd post it for review. Here it is.
Oh, apparantly only the duergar lines have been altered.
If there's no complaints shall we chuck it in v14?
@1 = ~I just couldn't bear to see you leave. You were amusing, but the game is over. One last time, let our paths cross in blood!~ [J#Bodhi]
@2 = ~Again we meet, Child of Bhaal. You are dragging your feet. Perhaps I should encourage you to make better time.~
@3 = ~Well done, Child of Bhaal. Run faster, and perhaps you'll soon escape!~
@4 = ~By Abbathor's unwashed arse! Who in the name o' all the Hells are ye?~
@5 = ~You must be the Gorje that Unger spoke of. I came here at the request of your brother.~
@6 = ~'Tis none of your affair. Stand aside!~
@7 = ~I am <GABBER>. Who are you?~
@8 = ~That dirt sniffin’ idiot! He sent ye to rescue me? Just like him, the pyrite-brained fool! Couldn’t pick up an axe and do the dirty work himself, had to leave it to surfacers.~
@9 = ~No. I'm looking for illithium.~
@10 = ~Uh... yes.~
@11 = ~Oh ye be thinkin' so?! Look, ye pile o' tree droppin's, this is me stake! Ye can just bugger off and feed yerselves to the beast below us!~
@12 = ~The beast?~
@13 = ~Fine. I'm leaving.~
@14 = ~Good riddance, surfacer scum! Ye can find a new place to hide. Yer stink is turnin' me stomach!~
@15 = ~Gorje Hilldark is me name. I own this place along with me no-good gravel-brained brother, Unger.~
@16 = ~So all of these skeletons and so forth are your servants?~
@17 = ~Nice to meet you. I'll be going now.~
@18 = ~Why are you here?~
@19 = ~Illithium!!?? He told you?? That thrice blasted moron! That ale-guzzlin' worm farmer! That nancin' drow buggerin' fool! Where is he? I'll lop off his empty head and use it fer a chamber pot!! (Won't rescue me but he’ll tell a bunch o' dirt lovin' surfacers where to find the place...)~
@20 = ~So the illithium is here. Relax, I just want a little bit and I'll be on my way.~
@21 = ~Your brother is at the Copper Coronet pining for his lost cavern of riches. How is it that you are still here with all of the monsters about?~
@22 = ~Unless ye be as blind as a cave rat and as thick as granite, ye must have noticed that these ruins have been invaded by a group o' beasties. Somethin' enormous has made its home below us and taken control o' me mine. I’ve been here hopin to find a way out. Is the way clear behind ye? Is there a safe way out?~
@23 = ~What is this enormous thing of which you speak?~
@24 = ~I'm sorry. I barely snuck by the beasts myself. Unless you're willing to fight your way out, you're stuck here.~
@25 = ~The path is clear. You can escape.~
@26 = ~It didn’t look like it was the conversational type. It burned its way through the very earth and now has made its home in a room below us. I'm happy to leave it be. Now tell me, is there a safe way out o' this prison?~
@27 = ~Ye find this situation funny, don’t ye surfacer? Gorje, abandoned by the cowardly pile o' drow filth that masquerades as his brother. Bloody hilarious, ye twit. My "servants" are the reason why this cavern o' ours has no more value. Our shipping routes are closed unless ye've carved a path to the door.~
@28 = ~Unger is an even bigger fool than ye for thinkin' that an incompetent surfacer like yerself could rescue me. But if ye nae be any help, then I’ll risk it meself. Better than stayin' here and smellin' yer stink!~
@29 = ~Ye be serious?! Bloody hellfires, me idiot brother did something right for a change?! In that case, I’m off to find the gritsucker. And I’d recommend ye leave this accursed place before that beastie below finds ye and makes ye into a snack. Who knows, that beastie may think yer crunchy and good fer snackin' on.~
@30 = ~Gain the services of Sir Sarles for the temple.
I have found Unger's lost brother, Gorje. Let us hope that he will keep up his end of the bargain and provide me with the necessary ore.~
@31 = ~Then ye be too late. The last o' the illithium from this accursed place is gone. What the looters didn’t get off these ancient walls, I shipped off to that fool brother o' mine. Yer welcome to take the tour, but I scoured this place real well. Good luck! I'm leaving to find me idiot brother. I’d suggest ye leave this accursed place. All yer likely to find is yer death at the hands o' the beastie below.~
@32 = ~Don't be bothering me, little one. I'm not in a pleasant mood this morn.~
@33 = ~What are ye starin' at? Ain't illegal to be a dwarf, last I heard. Take yer eyes off o' me and put them someplace safe.~
@34 = ~Ahh, but you're not an ordinary dwarf, are you? Not by a longshot.~
@35 = ~No need for hostilities. Jerlia sent me. I wish to discuss illithium.~
@36 = ~Sorry to have disturbed you, though it seems you were disturbed already.~
@37 = ~I dinnae like yer tone, <GIRLBOY>. If ye've got something to say, best you spit it out now before yer spendin' the day lookin' fer yer teeth!~
@38 = ~You heard me, duergar. You should listen to what I say. I need illithium.~
@39 = ~No need to get angry, I meant no offense. Jerlia sent me. I need illithium.~
@40 = ~I apologize completely. I'll be going now.~
@41 = ~Move along, 'kin.' I dinnae have anything to say to ye, despite ye being the proper height.~
@42 = ~And I know why. Ye are no more me kin than the drow are.~
@43 = ~Sorry to have bothered you. I'll leave you well and truly alone.~
@44 = ~Yer words be nothing. Keep them to yerself, they are all ye'll ever get from me.~
@45 = ~She did, did she? Bloody hellfire! I'll think I be needin' to have a chat with the lass. I trust ye paid her enough that there will be some for her to split with me. She will see that it is wise to do so, if the cutthroat lass knows what's good fer business.~
@46 = ~Ye seek illithium, do ye? I have none, and I nae be getting more anytime soon. Now that that is out o' the way, goodbye and good riddance!~
@47 = ~Please. It is for the glory of Lathander that I speak with you.~
@48 = ~It is the glory of Helm that I serve. Please reconsider.~
@49 = ~I serve the fury of Talos. Reconsider, lest he punish us both in the end.~
@50 = ~Wait. This could be very profitable for you. Won't you reconsider?~
@51 = ~I think you'll stay and talk, duergar! You wouldn't want me shouting about you.~
@52 = ~It nae matter, ye blitherin' fool. I nae HAVE any illithium. None. It be that simple. My source is inaccessible, and if I can nae get some, I nae getting it fer ye. Stoke yer forge if ye want, but it nae do ye a lick o' good.~
@53 = ~You sound like this was not a planned shortage. What is the problem?~
@54 = ~Can't handle your own supply, huh? I guess you're just unreliable.~
@55 = ~Then what WILL help? This is very important.~
@56 = ~Oooh, surfacer gods. They mean little to me. May as well be fer the glory of this chair I be sittin' on. I could spend all day rattlin' off reasons why I nae care for yer fate or what bint ye worship, but it's pointless. Nae even to pass the time between pints.~
@57 = ~I know of Talos. I must admit, fer a surfacer god, he has a few interesting ideas. Nae concern me in the least, but it do be interestin'.~
@58 = ~Ye plan on announcin' to the whole bloody world that I am duergar in the hopes that I will change me tone? Plannin' on hirin' a town crier to do it fer ye? It nae do ye a damn bit o' good. None in here would move against me, ye surfacer, and ye'll never get me out in the light. Besides, it still nae do ye a bit o' good. Except maybe givin' that annoyin' voice o' yers some excercise.~
@59 = ~Oh, so now ye wish to be me friend? Out o' the goodness o' yer heart? Found a place fer one o' me kind in that big soppy heart o' yers? Why should I bother listenin' to ye at all?~
@60 = ~I'm not interested in harming a simple merchant. Where else will you get help?~
@61 = ~You can't fix your problem or you would have illithium. What else can you do?~
@62 = ~It mayin be true, but I nae can do anythin' about it. I can nae provide what ye need and I have nae means to change that. I also nae have a single reason to believe ye will help me.~
@63 = ~Flattery be gettin' ye nowhere, ye half-brained hairless chimp. Ye have no illithium, and I have no illithium. Ye do better to help me, but then again, I have nae reason to believe ye will.~
@64 = ~Tell me why I should bother to trust ye with me problems?~
@65 = ~Nowhere. This place is unfriendly to even those pathetic dwarves o' hill and mountain. Alright, surfacer, ye wish to share me problems, I'll let ye have 'em.~
@66 = ~Nothing. Very few opportunities fer mercantile trade in this place when ye are even a hill or mountain dwarf. Alright, surfacer, ye wish te share me problem, I'll give it to ye.~
@67 = ~Ye want illithium, ye can wait for it. We mine it deep in the earth, and it be dangerous goin'. It be rare enough when production be normal.~
@68 = ~This be all useless information though, because me latest shipment has yet to arrive! Me idiot brother, the gravel-brained halfwit, was to oversee the final shipment o' the season, but I've nae heard from him in weeks. The fool had better be dead or I'll kill 'em meself!~
@69 = ~Perhaps I can help the both of us, then. If I agree to find your lost brother, and I am successful, will you provide me with the illithium I require?~
@70 = ~Bah! I care nothing for you or your worthless kin. I will find some other means to acquire what I need.~
@71 = ~Where might I find your lost brother?~
@72 = ~Ye want to go chasin' after him, that's yer business. It be lost to me anyway. I show me face and I'll have the guards on me just for being duergar.~
@73 = ~Hello, fool. Stay out of me way, will you? Healthiest thing fer both of us.~
@74 = ~I was told to talk to you, duergar.~
@75 = ~Typical of this city. I'm just a poor businessman, but I'll be jailed just for me shadowed face. The bastard that robbed me looks just like a bleedin' hill dwarf, so he's welcomed with open arms.~
@76 = ~They nae guess at what a fiend he is. After I hired him, I found out what he had done. I do suppose that's why he cheated me and took off. Thievin' bastard...~
@77 = ~Don't you worry. Just point me in the right direction.~
@78 = ~I'm sure he's just terrible. Now where is he?~
@79 = ~Yes, yes, life is unfair. I'll take care of him.~
@80 = ~I judge by actions. You seem harmless enough, really.~
@81 = ~Yes, well, ye can go after him if ye like. Last I heard he was holed up in the Bridge district. A derelict little place bought with me gold... Here, I'll even mark it on yer map, there.~
@82 = ~He won't nae be movin' much. He was on the run from Baldur's Gate when I met him. Oh, I suppose ye'll want his name as well.~
@83 = ~The name was Neb. He left a few families cryin', or so I hear. Tell his corpse that Unger Hilldark sent ye.~
@84 = ~Wait, ye're the one that was askin' about Neb, weren't ye. Nice job, takin' me illithium and lettin' him go.~
@85 = ~I suppose ye haven't heard that he's gone and killed a bunch o' kids over in Esmeltaran. Moves quick, he does. Nice going, hero. Ye get the metal but ye let the fiend go on a-murderin'. Brilliant.~
@86 = ~If'n ye want to risk yer hide for my worthless brother, then so be it. He'll likely be lurkin' below the surface o' a temple far to the east. The fool probably caved the whole damned place down on his thick skull. Find the bastard, and I'll give ye the ore. Here, I'll even show ye on yer map.~
@87 = ~Fine. I will do what I can to help us both.~
@88 = ~Gain the services of Sir Sarles for the temple.
Unger Hilldark told me that his latest shipment of illithium has not arrived. The shipment was to be delivered by Unger's brother, Gorje, but he has been missing for weeks. I have agreed to look for Gorje in the "ruined temple of a dead god", and if I am successful, Unger has promised to provide me with the necessary illithium.~
@89 = ~On second thought, I have better things to do than to look for missing dwarves. I will be going now.~
@90 = ~Suit yerself. Begone, fool.~
@91 = ~So there ye are, me dear, sweet, thick headed brother returns.~
@92 = ~Aye, and with no help from ye, ye cowardly sack o' drow dung. Ye had to hire these bloody surfacer "adventurers" to bail me out, while ye sat here an' drank yer ale and moaned like a woman!~
@93 = ~Ye ungrateful bastard! I nae shoulda told 'em where ye were! Shoulda left ye to rot in that godsfersaken hole! Now where be the illithium?!~
@94 = ~The illithium?~
@95 = ~Aye, the illithium, ye gravel-brained kobold! The illithium!! Ye know, the final shipment that ye promised to deliver? So as we can be makin' a bit o' coin and recoup some o' the damn bribes? That illithium!?~
@96 = ~Oh... er... illithium. Aye. Well, brother, it be like this. There be none left. I scoured the mine and nae found an ounce. Someone poached the mine on us. At least ye still have the last shipment.~
@97 = ~I hate to interrupt this family gathering, but what about the illithium?~
@98 = ~So, you don't have it, and you don't have it? Where am I going to get my illithium?~
@99 = ~So, I went all this way, risked my neck, and you two duergar don't have the illithium I need?~
@100 = ~No illithium?! None left?! I have a business to run and ye waltz back in without the illithium! Ye pile o' troll droppin's! Yer going to ruin me! I needed that shipment and ye had the gall to get captured and stuck somewhere, forcin' me to ask these tree huggin' surfacers to rescue yer, and ye dinna have the decency to die rather than come back with some illithium!!~
@101 = ~Bloody hell. There was none left to bring ye. But ye still have the last shipment right? The one I sent a few weeks back?~
@102 = ~So you do have some illithium? But you said you didn't?~
@103 = ~And where is this illithium? I told you of my need!~
@104 = ~As I said surfacer, I nae have any illithium right now. His delivery was supposed to replenish me stocks.~
@105 = ~So, ye already managed to sell the whole consignment?~
@106 = ~Er... Not exactly. The consignment went more... missin'. Err, stolen as it were.~
@107 = ~STOLEN?!! And yer yellin' at me fer not findin' any more when there was none! Ye illithild-humpin' dirtbag! Ye pile o' succubus drippin's! Ye had 200 pounds o' illithium STOLEN from ye?!!~
@108 = ~And me people consider these fools threats? They can barely keep their precious metals in one place.~
@109 = ~Save me from duergar folly. After all this whinin' I need an ale!~
@110 = ~Ugh. We traipsed all over that dungeon for nothing! <CHARNAME>, this is such a waste of time.~
@111 = ~Stolen? You didn't tell me that is what happened to the last shipment.~
@112 = ~So one brother can't find any and the other loses the rest? Now what do I do?~
@113 = ~I'm here because me ruins have been invaded and me brother has left me to die, the cowardly pile o' drow filth!~
@114 = ~Watch it, duergar!~
@115 = ~No offense meant to yer drow pet.~
@116 = ~I am no one’s pet, duergar scum.~
@117 = ~As I said, drow, no offense.~
@118 = ~Don't be blamin' me fer this! I told ye, there was none left. Yer lack o' illithium is me pig headed brother's fault.~
@119 = ~How did it get stolen? Did ye ferget to pay off the Shadow Theives? Or did ye just leave it out in plain sight like the pile o' goblin spit that ye are.~
@120 = ~Nae, it was an inside job. That dwarf I hired to help me move it, he took ther whole shipment, the rotten arse bastard!~
@121 = ~Him!? I coulda told ye he'd try somethin' like this! Wait, I seem to be havin' a revelation! Divine recall if it were. I did tell ye he was trouble. Too shifty... on the run. But ye said that he was too cost effective to pass up. Really cost effective, huh? Bloody piker took off with all o' our merchandise!~
@122 = ~I can nae believe this. Yer incompetence is unbelievable! I'd rather be rock huntin' in umber hulk caves than deal with this any longer. Robbed o' all our profits!~
@123 = ~Shut yer bleedin' hole. If ye had found a better source... blast it all. It nae matter now. We be needin' to find a new source and a new way to be gettin' it in. As to the illithium, surfacer, I think I may still be able to help ye, and get that bastard back... if yer interested.~
@124 = ~After all this, yes!~
@125 = ~I agree with your brother--you are incompetent. I'll find another source.~
@126 = ~No one invited ye. Now keep yer jaws shut!~
@127 = ~No, I dinnae have any right now. I was countin' on this troll brain's latest delivery.~
@128 = ~And if I had told ye, would ye have helped me? No? I dinnae think so.~
@129 = ~Piss off then.~
@130 = ~Aye, <GIRLBOY>, so we meet again.~
@131 = ~So, with all the beasties about and nae sign o' me brother, that’s why I’m still here.~
@132 = ~Actually, Unger is hiding out at the Copper Coronet in Athkatla. He told me where I could find you and his lost illithium.~
@133 = ~Why don't you leave? The path to the door has been cleared of beasts for the time being~
@134 = ~I'm afraid you're stuck. I barely made it here alive as it is.~
@135 = ~Oh ye be thinkin' so?! Look, ye tunnel robbin' gritsucker, this is me stake! Ye can just bugger off and feed yerselves to the beast below us!~
@136 = ~Fine. I'm leaving.~
@137 = ~Oh ye be thinkin' so?! Go hug a tree, elf, this is me stake! Ye can just nance off and feed yourselves to the beast below us!~
@138 = ~Talk to me idiot brother. I've nothing more to say to ye.~
@139 = ~Gorje Hilldark is the name. I own this place along with me no-good gravel brained brother, Unger.~
@140 = ~Nice to meet you. I'll be going now.~