Ultima VIII transcript

The following is a transcript for Ultima VIII.

Darion
Attacked

Bark (unmet) Darion: I could use a new weapon...

Darion: New around here, are you?

Initial Visit Avatar: Hello there. Darion: Hail!

Avatar: Good day to you, Sir. Darion: And good day to you.

Avatar: May I know your name? Darion: I am Darion, the Arms Master and Captain of the Palace Guard here in Tenebrae. And you? Avatar: %PCNAME. Darion: Well met, %PCNAME.

Subsequent Visits Avatar: A moment, sir! Darion: Good day to you. Avatar: Good morrow, Captain Darion. Darion: Good morrow to you.

Avatar: Tell me about Tenebrae. Know Avatar name Darion: Ah, Tenebrae, 'tis the finest gem in this fair land. I have served this city and her leaders since I was a mere lad, as an apprentice in the guard. I welcome you, %PCNAME, to our fair city. Don't know Avatar name Darion: Ah, Tenebrae, 'tis the finest gem in this fair land. I have served this city and her leaders since I was a mere lad, as an apprentice in the guard. I welcome you to our fair city.

Avatar: Tell me about the palace. Devon Tempest Darion: The palace is the home of our Tempest, Devon. Mordea Tempest Darion: The palace is the home of our Tempest, the Lady Mordea.

Avatar: Who are the Palace Guards? Darion: The finest fighting regiment in the land. But there is not much call for defense anymore. We mostly spend our time in preserving the peace. That's not to say we wouldn't be ready if needed, though. Avatar: Ready for what? Darion: Of course, you never know what those Necromancers are up to. And we do have our fine Tempest to defend.

Avatar: You defend her? Darion: Of course, our Tempest is more than capable of defending herself. She has a portion of Hydros' power.

Avatar: Who is the Tempest? Darion: Why, she is the representative of that mightiest of Titans, Hydros. Hydros' visage is much too fearsome and powerful for the likes of you and I, so Lady Mordea serves as her representative. In exchange, Lady Mordea is able to wield some of the power from Hydros. Avatar: What power? Darion: Why do you think we have fair weather all the day? With her share of Hydros' power, Lady Mordea is able to control the weather. 'Tis a blessing, it is. Avatar: Who is Hydros? Darion: Keep a respectful tongue in your head when you speak that name, my friend. The Lurker is a force to be reckoned with. She is the power of all the waters. She can be as gentle as a spring rain or as powerful and terrible as a thundering waterfall. She is the mightiest of all the Titans. Well worth your respect and worship.

Avatar: Who are the Necromancers? Darion: Filthy things, they live in the cemetery and muck about with dead bodies. They serve the Titan Lithos. 'Tis no wonder there are so few Necromancers left. Only those who grub for a paltry living from the mud and dirt have anything to do with Lithos and the Necromancers. Phaw! Avatar: Only a few Necromancers? Darion: I do not know exactly how many there are, but even one is one too many for my liking. Avatar: Tell me about the cemetery. Darion: That's where those filthy creatures keep their home. They like to be as near the dead as they can. If you ask me, I think they wait until late in the night and then dig up the bodies so they can do all manner of grotesque things to them. It churns my belly to think of it.

So, you are back. What do you want? Sword play is an art form. You have interrupted my practice! Hmmm, my parries need some work. No one can best me! My blade needs cleaning... Perhaps more drilling on attacks... My practice armor needs repair. What to do about Jenna. I need a new sword...

Need some assistance? Stranger, are you lost? Nice day for a walk, is it not? Curses, I think it is going to rain again!

It is getting late... It seems too quiet around here... What to do about Jenna... Oh well... Maybe I'll go to the tavern for an ale. En guard! Watch this! Yes, I do. I have leather armor called cuir-bouilli, leather leggings and boots, leather gloves and bracers, and a helm. Would you be interested in any of these? Cuirbolli. Leather leggings and boots. Leather gloves and bracers. Helmet. Nothing, thank you. Cuirbolli. A fine choice. That'll cost you 6 blacks. Will you take it? Leather gloves and bracers. Ah, you won't be disappointed in the quality. The price is 5 bright stones. Do we have a deal? Leather leggings and boots. Every warrior needs boots and leggings. A set of mine will cost you 10 stones. Helmet. Just the thing for those long journeys. For 2 black stones it can be yours. Nothing, thank you. Well, you're turning down a good deal here, you know. Ah well, there is no accounting for taste, I suppose. If you didn't want anything, why did you ask? Here is the amount. Never mind, thank you. Here is the amount. There you go. Thank you for your business. Ha ha, you may be strong, but you can't carry all that! Why don't I just keep this for you until you have room for it. Hey, what are you trying to do here? Cheat me? Come back when you've got some real money to spend! Oh well, 'Tis your loss! Can't make your mind up? Well, just think on it a while. You may strike first. Time is up! Come back when you need training again. I will not chase cowards!

You are blocking the way! Move! Oowwww... Argh...

What?! What do you want?! Can't you see this is an emergency situation?! I see you've come back. You've reconsidered about my daughter then, have you? Miserable weather and all, we're having, eh %PCNAME. - Yes, just terrible, Captain Darion. Miserable weather and all we're having, eh? - Yes, just terrible, Captian Darion. Good day to you, %PCNAME. Good day to you.

Good day to you, Sir. And as you can see, I am a trainer. Since you appear to be in shape I could take you on as a student if you so desire. Only ask, and I will spar with you.

I am %PCNAME. Ich heiáe %PCNAME. Freut mich, %PCNAME. Ich heiáe %PCNAME. Je suis %PCNAME. Enchant‚, %PCNAME. Je suis %PCNAME. - Good morrow, Captain Darion. - Yes, just terrible, Captain Darion. I don't know what we'll do if it gets much worse. Good morrow to you, %PCNAME.

- I need training. I would be glad to have you as a student! I charge 50 black stones per session, and I guarantee that you will get your moneys worth. Do you still wish to spar with me? - yes Draw your weapon and prepare for combat. - yes It looks like you do not have the money. I am sorry, but I do not give credit. Try me later when you can afford my services. - no Do not worry, I will look upon you as a coward for not accepting my offer. Do you sell armaments? I'm interested in your wares. My armaments are the finest available. Are you looking for something in particular? Yes, I am. No, I'm not. What do you have? No, sorry. Nothing, thank you.

Ok, well, if you change your mind, let me know. Have you reconsidered about Jenna, then? - So Devon is now your Tempest. And make no mistake, I will serve him as I served Mordea. I am loyal to the Tempestry, I am. - I heard a tale from Orlok. That is not unusual from him. He's got quite a few of them. - This tale concerned a ghost. Ghosts? In my town? Never!! Why If there were any ghosts seen here it would only be in the minds of those who had too much of Orlok's ale. I'll just bet he's been talking to those simple-minded herdsmen in the hills again. They are always spreading some crazy story around. Spend too much time with their torax, that's what I think. Ghosts? Pshaw! No such things ... and I'll mind you not to spread tales like that. Upsets the citizens of this town, it does. Now, if you'll excuse me.

- Who is Lady Mordea? The fair Tempest of our City.

Avatar: bye Darion: Farewell.

- An emergency situation? By Hydros' spume, man! Can't you see? The dead are walking the streets! I have a town to protect! A Tempest to find! People to calm! I haven't time for gawkers! - What do you know about Salkind? Hmmmmm, I don't know much about him, except he is always at the side of Lady Mordea. I'm not sure I trust him. - Why don't you trust Salkind? Well, the Tempest has always ruled alone. This seneschal bit seems to go against our fine line of tradition here in Tenebrae. I'm not sure I agree, but then, Lady Mordea seems to like him, so I'll protect him as well as her. - I met your daughter, Jenna. Ah, she is a beauty, isn't she? She is my pride and joy, you know. Why, she is the exact picture of her dear, departed mother. - What happened to her mother? That is a sad tale. She was the love of my life. A beauty with long blonde hair and eyes as green as the Sea of Rains. She took with the fever shortly after dear Jenna was born. I did everything I could, but it was no use. She died in my arms and with her last breath whispered, 'I love you'. - That is a tragic tale. I can only honor her with my memories, for there is no physical marker for her, no grave. - Why is there no grave? There was a grave, there WAS one. But one day as I went to leave flowers on her stone, as was my want, I found the grave ripped open and the body missing. It could only be the work of those filthy Necromancers. It pains me still to think of it. - She is beautiful. That she is. Every man in town has asked for her hand, but I'm afraid there is too much of her father in her. I do wish she could find the right one, though. But it will take someone with a strength of character and a soundness of mind that you just don't find around here. Perhaps it will take someone... someone much like yourself, hmmmm? - Bye Did I tell you that she can wield a sword as well as any man? Taught her myself. Right dangerous she is with that thing. - Bye Did I mention she can cook? She makes a fine pie, Yessir, makes my mouth water just thinking about it. - Bye She keeps an immaculate house, she does. Why you could eat right off the floor. - Bye She's a beauty, all right. A man would be right proud to have her by his side. - Bye Oh, and did I mention how much she loves children? Wants a house full of them, she does. - I regret to tell you no. You're sure then? Did I mention that she is educated and can discuss many matters of interest quite well? - Yes, I want to marry your daughter! Oh that's wonderful! But, ummm...there is one little detail I forgot to mention, Oh but it's a little thing, it can wait till after the ceremony. Now, how soon do you want the ceremony? - What little detail? Just a little something. Ummmm, well, it's really nothing. Ummm, has she mentioned whether or not she likes you, at all? - Oh, she likes me. Oh that is wonderful. Perhaps that will avoid the problem then. - She is angry with me. Oh, that could be a problem. - What problem? Well, it's just that she, ahhh, has...well it's a little embarrassing, it seems she has sworn to kill any man chosen for her to marry...see, nothing really. - What ceremony? Why the wedding ceremony, of course. I could arrange it for quite soon. - GOODBYE! Then that's settled. You'll think about it and get back to me with your answer. - I met Bentic. Ah yes, he was just executed...for conducting forbidden research, if I remember rightly. He was a good fellow, too bad he got involved in such shady dealings. Bentic, now there's a good fellow. Always in his library, he is. Stays out of trouble. Too bad more of our citizens aren't more like that. - What shady dealings? Well, you know...just, shady ones. Ones that are forbidden by Lady Mordea. Ahem, I can't say anymore than that, you know, official policy and all. - Orlok told a story of Bentic. Of course he did, he's Orlok, after all and he does enjoy his story. Didn't tell you the one about the map on Bentic's chest, did he? Well, that's nothing but hogwash. I had cause to visit Bentic in his home one day. He was wearing a robe and showed his chest quite plainly. There was no map on it. - Do you know of Blowhard's treasure? So, come for treasure, have you? Well, you're not the first young man to come to me with that look in your eye. No sirree, in fact, were I a younger man, I might take it into my head to look, myself. - Where would you look? Well, when I was just a tyke, my father told me a story Much like one of Orlok's stories about John Blowhard. Only my father's story went this way. A bunch of trolls had taken up residence on an island. They raided neighboring villages and stole the children away to eat them. One night, the trolls came again and tried to steal the last child in the village. The child's mother was so enraged, she grabbed one of her knitting needles and killed the troll. Stratos was so impressed by this mother's defense, she turned the knitting needle into a magical sword. It is said this sword is hidden somewhere in the mountains outside Tenebrae, perhaps in Herdsman's valley. Were I looking for treasure, that's where'd I'd look. - I met Kilandra. She is a crazy old thing, isn't she? - Her tale is tragic. Oh, told you about her daughter, did she? Well, ever since that little girl died, she has not been the same. Never comes into town, never speaks to anyone. Rather pathetic, if you ask me.

Stay out of trouble.

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Kilandra
Attacked: Kilandra: Beren! I am assaulted!

Bark (unmet): Kilandra: Ye know, the fish have stories to tell. Kilandra: Ye should listen to 'em sometime.

Kilandra: How 'bout some fish, mate?

Kilandra: Well, what can I do fer ye' stranger...?

Bark (met): Kilandra: Well, what are ye lookin' at, %PCNAME.

Kilandra: Need something, friend?

Kilandra: How 'bout some fish, mate?

Initial Visit: Kilandra: How 'bout some fish, mate? Avatar: Hello Kilandra: Well, what can I do for ye today, stranger?

Avatar: I am %PCNAME Kilandra: Pleased to meet ye, I am Kilandra. I haven't seen ye' here before. Are ye' new in town?

Are ye' new in town? Avatar: Yes Kilandra: Well then, welcome. I don't get into town much, so I'm afraid I would be a poor guide there. But I can tell ye about the Sea of Rains. Been fishin' it for years. I knows it like the back of me hand.

Avatar: Tell me of the Sea of Rains. Kilandra: Ah, the Sea of Rains. She is a temperamental lady, she is. One day she will give ye enough of her bounty to feed the entire city...then she'll forsake ye for weeks and laugh while ye starve. Avatar: Tell me of Tenebrae. Kilandra: I don't get into town much...and I likes it that way. The city is no good. Avatar: Why is the city no good?

Are ye' new in town? Avatar: No Kilandra: Hmmm, I guess I need to get into town more. I'm a'feared I don't recognize ye. Who's your mama?

Option 1 Avatar: Lady Mordea Kilandra: Lady Mordea?! Ack, then I'll have none of ye! Get out of my sight! 

Option 2 Avatar: No one important Kilandra: What does ye mean, no one important? Does ye'r mother mean nothing to ye? Oh, ungrateful child! There is nothing that tears my poor heart worse than an ungrateful child! 

Option 3 Avatar: I'm not from Tenebrae. Kilandra: What's that? Ye'r not from Tenebrae? Well, then ye are more blessed than ye knows. 'Tis a bad place, Tenebrae. Avatar: Why is Tenebrae bad?

Why is Tenebrae bad?/Why is the city no good? Kilandra: The Tempest, that's why! Lady Mordea is a selfish, black-hearted woman. Why, taking a bath was more important to her than saving the life of an innocent child! Avatar: A bath was more important?! Kilandra: The child was a little girl with hair of honey gold and eyes the color of the Sea of Rains. She was a beautiful child, but had taken very ill. Avatar: What happened to the child? Kilandra: Her mother carried her to the steps of the palace where she begged to see the Tempest. The Tempest has great powers and if anyone could heal the girl, the Tempest could. But that water rat named Salkind came out and told the mother that Lady Mordea was taking a bath and could not be disturbed, especially to help a filthy gutter snipe.

Avatar:filthy gutter snipe!? Kilandra: That's what he said. Can you believe that cold hearted weasel? Avatar: Did the child recover? Kilandra: Her mother carried her back to the little shack they shared and tried to doctor her as best she could...but it was no use. The girl passed to Pit of Death that night. Avatar: How do you know this? Kilandra: I know this because that little girl was Elaina...my daughter. Avatar: I am so sorry. Kilandra: Well, I appreciate yer thoughts, but ye needn't apologize for sumthin' that ain't yer fault. So, how long are ye plannin' to stay around here?

Avatar: Several months, at least. Kilandra: Oh, might want to rethink that, ye might. I told ye, Tenebrae is not a good place. Avatar: Not long Kilandra: Well, it's smart that ye are. I would leave too, if it weren't for the Sea. Ah, since my little Elaina left me, the Sea is my only love, the sea and all its little critters. Fine companions, those critters are. They mayen't say much, but they are good listeners. Avatar: Who are good listeners? Kilandra: Why the fish, 'course. They're wise, they are. Would do ye good to listen to them one day, seek their council.

Future conversations if told Kilandra Lady Mordea is mother, or have no mother Avatar: Kilandra? Kilandra: What? Are ye deaf? I want no part of ye! Get out of my sight! 

Subsequent visits Kilandra: Hello there. Avatar: Hello, Kilandra. Kilandra: Ah, so ye's returned. What can I do for you?

Avatar:Tell me about your daughter. Kilandra: That's something I'ds rather not speak of. The pain is very fresh.

Avatar:

Avatar: bye Kilandra: Farewell.

Avatar Yes:

What are you doing there...? How 'bout some fish, mate? Well, what can I do fer ye' stranger...?

Well, what can I do fer ye' stranger...?

Ye know, the fish have stories to tell. Ye should listen to 'em sometime. I wonder how the fish are running today. Hmmmm... Looks to be a fine day for sailin'. About time to head out to sea. I sure could use a rest. Maybe I'll take a little nap. A nice bit o' fish would sure taste good. Me bones say there's a storm a brewin'. I am %PCNAME. Excuse me.

Tell me about ghosts. Do you know of a key? Tell me where the key is!

Hello Kilandra? Pardon me. Hello Well, what can I do for ye today, stranger?

- Tell me about ghosts. Ghosts? Ghosts, ye say? Well, why would ye be wanting to know about ghosts? - I'm looking for a ghost. Looking for a ghost, eh? That's a strange thing for a nice young man like yerself to be doing! There is one ghost I'd like to find, that of my daughter. If I could find her ghost, maybe I could find a way to bring her back. - I heard Orlok's ghost story. Of course, and ye would be one of those young men thinking to find riches and adventure by disturbing the dead. It's bad business, bad business I say. Why, no one should go about mucking in the affairs of the dead. They don't like it, no sirree. Why I talk to my daughter all the time and she tells me all about being dead, and how much they dislikes the living. - No particular reason. Hmmm, ye're a peculiar one, ye are. - Do you know of a key? A key? Well, of course. I have several keys. Was there one in particular you were looking for? - No key in particular. What a strange question. I have only two keys. One to my door and one to my sea chest. My, ye are a strange 'en. - A key to the door in the cavern. A door in a cavern? Why would there be a door in a cavern? - It was built by trolls. Built by trolls? That is the silliest story I've ever heard. Built by trolls, ha! Trolls don't know how to build anything. I think ye've been taking a nip of ol' Orlok's private stock there, mate. - You know Orlok? 'Course I know him. That old windbag. His story's are nothing but bunk. - It leads to the Pit of Death. Does not. - How do you know? I know because...because my daughter told me. She says there is only one way to the Pit of Death and that is through the Realm of Lithos. - John Blowhard's treasure is there. No it isn't. - Where is the treasure, then? There is no treasure. Orlok's full of hot wind, he is. Tells that tale to everyone, expecting them to believe them. Why my daughter even knows that. - You talk to your daughter? Of course. I sit on her grave and talk with her by the hour. She's a good listener, she is. Why nearly as good as the fish. She gives good advice, too. - Good advice? Certainly. She tells me when the fish will be running and when there will be a storm. She even offered to guard my house for me. 'Course I told her no. Didn't want no daughter of mine doing lowly guard work! - Tell me where the key is! The key? Oh, that key! Why my daughter has it. - Your daughter?! Yes, she said she would keep it safe for me. I figure she keeps it with her. Can't get much safer than the grave!

- Lady Mordea is dead! She is dead? Then who is the Tempest? - Devon is Tempest. Devon? What great news is this? Devon is a kind and fair man. He'll have no more of those bloody executions, I'm sure! - Hello, Kilandra. YE! I thought I told ye to leave! Now I advise ye do it, and do it quick. A'fore I cuts ye into fish bait.

- The weather is certainly bad. Ye'r telling me! Why I haven't seen rain like this in all my days. I haven't been able to put out to sea since it started. Why, even the fish didn't expect this, or I'm sure they'd have said something to me about it. That Tempest is certainly got a lot of explainin' to do! - I caused this weather. Ye? Hmmm. No, I don't think I believe ye. Only the Tempest can effect the weather. I don't believe you are the Tempest. - I released Hydros. Ye say ye released Hydros, do ye? Well, sure ye did, now lad, sure ye did. And this caused the rains, then? Well, what else have ye done? Been to the Pit of Death? Seen the Shrine of the Ancients? Har, har, har. Oh lad, Ye need to get away, some place calm and quiet, maybe take up fishing. This traveling life has really been a little hard on ye, hasn't it? - It is not Devon's fault. Devon? Is that lad the Tempest then? Oh my. He is a good lad. The fish knew there was something about him. Whispered his name often, they did. - The fish tell you of weather? Of course. They tell me lots of things. In fact, ye ought to take the time out to talk to them yer'self!

- Pardon me. I saw her. Oh by the Titans, I saw her! She was wet and covered with slime, and the fish had eaten half of her beautiful face. Oh, how can I bear it? I ask you, how?!