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• And what of us? Those creatures won't stop with Ogden and the Priory. They'll kill us, too.
• Stay strong, comrades! Vyacheslav will not tolerate cowardice!
• We are strong, but Vyacheslav's plan is suicidal! The ice dragon minions—
• Keep your voice down! Vyacheslav will kill you for saying such things—and me for hearing them.
• Risen are massing near the seaway entrance! We have to stop them!
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• Wait, that's not right. Okay, okay—I can fix it. Just a moment.
• Just a few minor adjustments, and I'll have this.
• I see. Commander, a word? I need your input.
• You fool! I warned you not to push that button.
• What is it about buttons that half-wits find so irresistible? You're helping me deal with whatever comes through that gate, you hear?
• Careful, you. Stay clear of that button.
• The portal hasn't been calibrated, yet. I warn you, a premature activation would be calamitous.
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• Tier 4
• Help! Some idiot activated our gate before it was calibrated, and dangerous creatures are spilling out of it.
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• Jhalles Coalgrip
• Thanks. I needed that.
• Brakkurn Riptrue
• (grunt) Back to work.
• Merchant
• Many thanks for getting rid of those creatures. I think we have the situation under control now.
• Malfunctioning Golem
• Fuller Cistern's looking grungy. The machinery's probably busted.
• This—is—the—way—we—crush—your—skulls...ERROR...this—is—the—way—we—wash—our—clothes...
• Crush, kill, and—sometimes—destroy...
• Hold—still. The—pain—should—only—last—a—few—short—months.
• Begin—program—"Dance—on—Their—Graves." Step—1: Dig—graves. Step—2: Kill, kill, kill.
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• Birthday—Year 4
• New—hostility—parameters—accepted: if—it moves, kill—it.
• You have a character that is more than 5 years old.
• They're letting me out soon. Someone's buying my billet. I don't know whom yet. All I know is that if one more person throws trash at me, I'll break out of this cage and shred them with my bare hands.
• Having a rough time, are you?
• Great. That's just what I wanted to hear.
• Let's skip the griping and start repairing.
• Fine, fine. I'll grab our gear. See if anyone else wants to come along.
• This is disgusting.
• It could be worse.
• Are you here to spit on me too? I swear, if one more person throws rotten vegetables at me, I'll break out of this cage and shred them with my bare hands.
• Off! Shut down! Discontinue all function! Cease and desist! By the Alchemy, what does it take to stop these things?
• Oh, yeah? How d'you figure?
• You may be big and made of metal, but I...I have a bigger vocabulary! So there!
• I should have become a baker. Loaves and muffins never killed anybody!
• Perhaps.