The only thing more common than Fanboys of Final fantasy are the negative fanboys, meaning half love the game and find no bad qualities, and half hate it and will never find a reason to like it.battlestar wrote:and what's a negative fan?
Is that supposed to be; "He looked away, tears in his eyes." or "He teared his eyes away."? As it is now it seems like a spelling error.battlestar wrote:He looked away, tear in eyes.
Valia: Oh, sweet scent in the air.
Shadow: Whooo... goes there? ...goes there?
Valia: Greetings fine shadow. It is I, by the name Valia.
Valia: I wandered here, drawn by the fragrance of death.
Shadow: Deathsss... all around us. ...round us.
Shadow: Follow meee... I shall bring you to my master. ...master.
Bloodsin: Little girl, are you lost?
Valia: The dead shall be free, when the livings are dead!
Bloodsin: What random nonsense is this?
Bloodsin: The undead do not speak, and they do not think. Their existence are sustained by the wills of us necromancers, how can they be free?
Valia: Tis untrue. The undead do speak, yet you are deaf to their voices. The living will never understand. You will never understand.
Bloodsin: Why do I even argue with a little girl about her fantasy? I must be bored out of my mind.
Bloodsin: Now go, shoo. I care not where you came from or where you will go, but bother me no longer.
Valia: Pardon me, good sir, the undead yearn to be freed from your shackles. It is time for you to die. Quick and painless, I promise.
Valia: Then you will hear the undead. Then you will understand.
Necromancer: Heh. A little girl threatening my life, I must be dreaming.
Necromancer: Come my minions, off with her head!
Valia: You are enslaved no more, so join me to fight for the freedom of our brethrens!
Minion of Bloodsin: Free at last from the wretched binding by the living! The lust to kill is now free, free! We offer service to you.
Several ghosts whispers in the wind: The dead shall be free, when the livings are dead!
Valia: With death of other necromancers, I will be able to free more minions, and convince more wandering ghosts to join me.
Deathand: Necromancer sense tingling...
Gravemore: Our brother is dead! Murdered by a little girl!
Deathand: He was always the weakest of us three.
Deathand: Nevertheless, we must avenge our brother.
Valia: Join us! Our true enemy is the living!
Minion of Gravemore: Thoughts in chaos... Appetite for destruction overwhelming! May I take your orders?
Ghost: The undead shall be free, when the livings are dead!
Deathand: In brightest day, in blackest night, no enemy shall escape my sight! My brother’s murderers beware my power, necromancer’s might! Rise! Lich of ancients!
Valia: The necromancers enslaved you! Let us unite, and bring death to the living!
Minion of Deathhand: Free at last! The living will pay for their insolence.
Ghosts: The undead shall be free, when the livings are dead!
Valia: The living cowers behind their petty walls. They cannot escape our wrath!
Pikeman: Majesty! The enemy approaches!
King Absalon: So it begins.
King Absalon: General Vanderspool, ready the men.
General Vanderspool: As you wish, majesty.
General Vanderspool: Look alive, men! The enemy is at our footstep. But fear not! Our fortress is stronger than steel, protected by canyons on all sides. I say let them come!
General Vanderspool: Now, I’m interested to meet this rumored queen of the undead. You two, come with me.
General Vanderspool: So the legend is true, a little girl leads the army of undead. Pah! I could poke a hole in you with just one finger.
Valia: Your delusions of adequacy amuse me. I am no helpless little child as I appear to be. No matter, you will all be dead soon.
General Vanderspool: Let’s go, men.
Absalon: Reginald, my advisor, how goes the destruction of nearby catacombs?
Advisor Reginald: My utmost apologies, your majesty. The men are working as fast as they could. The city has accumulated vast numbers of dead bodies over its long history, hidden away in numerous catacombs. In addition, the cleansing process itself is an enormous task. Presently, we have already destroyed dead bodies in most burial sites and catacombs. There are only two catacombs and a few burials sites remaining.
Absalon: The undead is already upon us. The remaining catacombs must be destroyed before they are discovered by the enemy. If the dead in those catacombs were to be raised, it will surely be our doom.
Reginald: I agree with your assessment, your majesty. I shall personally go to this task, so their destruction may be hastened.
Vanderspool: I am impressed! The dwarves made it before all others? Who would have thought their short legs would be so swift?
We should leave you to your deaths for your mockery.
Vanderspool: You misunderstand me. Nonetheless, with you and help from our other allies, we will grind those puny undead to dust, once and for all!
Well done is better than well said, let’s have at it!
Justin: My brave men, with my enlightened leadership, victory shall be ours! Our skill and valor will win us this day!
Justin: We are their harbingers. We bring true death to the undead! Death!
Roy: Death! Death! Death to the undead!
Fear no death, fear no darkness! Arise, arise! Orcs of Draegra! We are their doom, we are their destruction! Charge! Charge! We shall celebrate victory atop the crushed bones of our enemies!
King Absalon: The enemy knocks at our gate. Look at my soldiers. Their courage hangs by a thread.
King Absalon: Warriors of Absalon, this is our last stand! If this is to be our end, then we shall have it to be one worthy of remembrance!
Soldier: Fight to the death!
King Absalon: Engineer, make preparations to destroy the main bridges. I pray that this would destroy any undead on the bridges and near the bombs.
Engineer: Protect me! I will be ready by 2 turns.
Engineer: Success! That should hold them off for a while.
Valia: Now our only option is the northern bridge.
Justin: I will fight to the death, but I dare not leaving my body behind. We must escape to fight another day.
Valia: That Justin, not only a coward himself but also the cause of cowardice in others.
Vanderpool: The king is dead! The army is breaking, all is lost. We were mere mortals caught in a tempest of unholy hate.
Skarbod: Cowards, every one of them. We orcs fight to the death!
Valia: Stop! Spare his life.
Valia: Something about this orc strangely resonates with the gem embedded in my heart. We shall keep him as a prisoner, for now.
Valia: Victory is ours. Now only the elves remain a threat to us.
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