| Wraith of Paxti Bittor ID: PB1T | |||
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Wraith of Paxti Bittor ist ein Wraith aus An Elder Scrolls Legend: Battlespire.
Fundorte
Wraith of Paxti Bittor kommt in folgender Ebene vor:
- Soul Cairn
Dialoge
Gespräche
Wraith of Paxti Bittor
And THIS is the thanks I get. Betrayed, tortured, sucked dry, murdered. THEN, for good measure, they rip out my soul and set it adrift in THIS gods-forsaken hole.
Spieler
Sounds rough. So who's the rat who betrayed you?→ „Those dog-sired Daedra, that's…“
oder
Excuse me, but I don't think I want to waste my time listening to a whining wraith. Goodbye.Ende
Wraith of Paxti Bittor
Those dog-sired Daedra, that's who. And that damned Seducer. AND that Sirran Angada. If I get my soul-suckers into that motherless backstabber, I'll make him a hot, empty husk.
Spieler
Sorry. It's none of my affair. You either help me, or stay out of my way, or I'll make it plenty hot for you.→ „You young puppie-snot! …“
oder
So. The Daedra betrayed you. I see. That's really terrible. I HATE it when that happens. Go ahead. Tell me all the details.→ „Well, I realize that…“
Wraith of Paxti Bittor
You young puppie-snot! I'll pin your ear back for you! Being a wraith isn't paradise, but I sure don't have to take lip from skinny little brats like you.
Spieler
Come and get some, whiner.Ende
Wraith of Paxti Bittor
Well, I realize that it's risky dealing with Daedra, but that Seducer... Well, let's just say it may not be Eight Heavens, but it's all right. And Angada promised he'd set me up like a wounded survivor, a hero...
Spieler
Excuse me. Angada? Should I know that name?→ „Sirran Angada? …“
Wraith of Paxti Bittor
Sirran Angada? No, perhaps not. A leechcrafter retainer of Jagar Tharn, the Emperor's Battlemage. He set it all up. I open the gate to the Prince, he comes in, cleans out the Battlespire, and I just barely manage to escape with my life, bringing the tragic news to the Emperor and Tharn. I'm a big hero, a personal retainer of Jagar Tharn, close to the Emperor and his family. In time, I get my own province. A great deal. And I delivered! But the scum cheated me!
Spieler
It really sounds like a sweet deal. I don't blame you. I'd probably have done the same thing... IF I WERE A SNEAKING, LYING, CRAVEN TRAITOR! I'm going to rip you ethereal limb from ethereal limb!Ende
oder
That really steams me. I hate it when a guy welshes on a deal. Look. What does this Angada guy look like? If you want, I'll look him up and give him a good thrashing for you.→ „That's generous of you,…“
oder
YOU SNEAKING, LYING, CRAVEN TRAITOR! This incantation will blast your stinking spirit to dust motes, which isn't HALF the torment you deserve, traitor! From fifty Fathers Frozen in slavepast! Rip from the wraithloom! Sunder the lifeweave! Lock tight in earthgrip! Hold firm in gravefast!Merker RestBookStirbtEnde
Wraith of Paxti Bittor
That's generous of you, but this Angada has a special Transmorph spell, so he could look like anyone. Angada was posing as Lomegan Mariel, the Emperor's Personal Liaison to the Battlespire, when the Daedra took the place, but he -- or she -- could look like anyone by now. I appreciate your help, but you might want to run away now, because I feel the hungry madness coming on again, and I'm not much fun to be around.
Spieler
Thanks for the warning. Good luck. Maybe I'll see you around. Goodbye.Ende
oder
I appreciate the warning. Goodbye. Oh. But there's just one more thing. How are you with verse incantations?Merker RestBook→ „I'm a master. …“
Wraith of Paxti Bittor
I'm a master. Or... I used to be, anyway. Why do you ask?
Spieler
I've got a verse incantation you might find interesting... YOU SNEAKING, LYING, CRAVEN TRAITOR! From fifty Fathers Frozen in slavepast! Rip from the wraithloom! Sunder the lifeweave! Lock tight in earthgrip! Hold firm in gravefast!StirbtEnde
oder
No reason. Just curious, See you around.Ende
Anderer Einstieg
Wraith of Paxti Bittor
I smell BLOOD! LIFE! Give me your BLOOD! I must have it. Now! It's there inside you, and I want it out! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!
Spieler
You look upon your doom, fiend! Back! Back into the darkness from whence you came!Ende
oder
Perhaps I've caught you at a bad time. Maybe I'll try again later.Ende
oder
YOU SNEAKING, LYING, CRAVEN TRAITOR! This incantation will blast your stinking spirit to dust motes, which isn't HALF the torment you deserve, traitor! From fifty Fathers Frozen in slavepast! Rip from the wraithloom! Sunder the lifeweave! Lock tight in earthgrip! Hold firm in gravefast!Merker RestBookStirbtEnde