Game text

902,736 entries

• Aren't they magnificent? These war wagons are the ultimate charr achievement. I wish they made a smaller model of these fine killing machines for personal use.
• I'll take your word for it. Good-bye.
• These war wagons were designed by our greatest Iron Legion engineers. No other race—or legion, for that matter—has such devastating mechanized weaponry.
• I haven't been recruited.
• What's the Vigil?
• I am Vigil.
• I'm in a different order.
• I have a job. What's this place?
• But I'm obviously not charr.
• The Vigil's always looking for good, experienced soldiers. Is that why you're here?
• I check back some other time, then. Bye.
• Don't let it get you down. You have to have some experience under your belt before you can join anyway. We don't train cubs fresh out of the fahrar.
• I'm not ready to choose an order yet.
• It's a group made up of many races. The Vigil believes in military and strategic solutions to the dragon threat. When the time's right to take them down, we'll be leading the charge.
• Undoubtedly. See you around.
• I suspected. You've obviously seen plenty of battle. I've met many a soldier like you here at the Vigil Chapterhouse. And these guys know how to spin a mean war story.
• Back at you. See you around.
• Respectable. Your methods may be different from ours, but at least you're in the fight. Good for you.
• It's the Vigil Chapterhouse. You're welcome to look around the public areas.
• There is no pump or other method for channeling energy anywhere. It's as if Scarlet wanted only to drive the drill into the ley lines.
• Consider what it could mean.
• Why were you so lonely?
• You call me that again and I'll—
• Never judge a soldier by his armor.
• I came close to being gladium.
• I'm no gladium.
• You don't look like you belong here. You're too sweet-faced to be a gladium.
• Why's it so dangerous?
• Thanks for the tip. Good-bye.
• You've wandered into a dangerous quarter, stranger. %str2% strangers aren't exactly a popular bunch here. I suggest you go back the way you came.
• Life's funny. Death's not. I'll see you around.
• Hey, you don't wanna be gladium. I lost my warband to a ghost raid. All dead but me. I was laid up that day with a head full of of snot. If I'd been with 'em, they'd still be alive.
• Close to being gladium ain't gladium. Just like close to being killed ain't killed. There's no torture like losing your warband. Makes for some hardened soldiers, believe me.
• Gotcha. I'll see you around.
• You ever wandered into a den of injured wolves? The soldiers here have seen the worst of it, and lived to tell the tale. Most of them used up all their "friendly" years ago.
• The drill can only cut into—not channel anything out of—the ground. Scarlet intended only to disrupt the ley lines, not to tap the energy in them.
• What do they have planned?
• That's the truth. Well, I should go continue my exploring.
• Yeah. Only the largest, bloodiest and most dangerous fighting arena in all of Tyria. Nobody builds a battle barn quite like the Iron Legion.
• You don't like elementalists?
• Time to go. Good-bye.
• We got one-on-one, guild-on-guild. Sometimes, a fight to the death breaks out in the stands. I prefer contests between elementalists and other magic wielders. No big loss when one dies.
• Thanks for the warning. Bye.
• No sympathy for them. Always one misstep away from being consumed at every turn. But they bring it on themselves by entrusting their lives to magic. You live by the spell, you die.
• What's the arena?
• I'd better keep moving then. I don't want to get snared in your arena net.
• %str2%. A word of advice: loiterers often end up getting snared and tossed into the arena.
• It's enough just to stand this close to the famous Iron Legion Bane.
• Sounds like a night of a thousand scars. See you around.
• Hey, friend. It might seem quiet now, but in a few hours, the bloodletting begins. Mano a mano. Pata a pata. Gonna be deafening howls from the stands and the arena floor.