| Wrathman ID: WR1T | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Rasse | Wraith | ||
Wrathman ist ein Wraith aus An Elder Scrolls Legend: Battlespire. Siehe auch Wraith.
Statuswerte
| Stufe | Gesundheit | Magicka | Schaden | Verteidigung | Fertigkeit | Gewicht |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 4 | 2000 | 200 | 15–20 | 6 | 50 | 0 |
Attribute:
| STR | INT | WIL | AGI | END | PER | SPD | LCK |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 50 | 50 | 80 | 70 | 50 | 50 | 40 | 50 |
Dialoge
Gespräche
Wrathman
Cheated! Betrayed! Deceived! You promised! But you lied! Forever!
Spieler
I don't know who you think I am, or what you are talking about. Just leave me alone, or I'll have to hurt you bad.→ „What can your puny…“
Wrathman
What can your puny weapons, your feeble sorceries, avail against an immortal spirit? I CANNOT DIE, you fool! CANNOT DIE! I LAUGH at your pity. I mock your tiny fists.
Spieler
You are a bad thing. Soon I will make you go away. Far, far away.Ende
Anderer Einstieg
Wrathman
You have taken my life, and given me NOTHING! Eternal happiness? Life everlasting? No! Eternal nightmare! Death everlasting! Nothing now. Nothing forever more.
Spieler
No offense, but you're mad as a loon. And not enjoying it, more's the pity. Is there any hope for your salvation? Or would you like me to put you out of your misery?→ „Listen carefully. …“
Wrathman
Listen carefully. We take little harm from your weapons or spells. Seek the Book of Rest and Endings. Speak the Words, and dissolve the Bonds.
Spieler
Thank you. I'll do as you say, and with a blessing.Schließt sich anEnde
Anderer Einstieg
Wrathman
Where is this land of joy and plenty you promised? No days, no nights. Tired without rest. Weary without hope. Time without end. And this is the paradise you promised?
Spieler
Sounds terrible. So, who do you think you're talking to? Or are you just talking to yourself?→ „What does it matter? …“
oder
Have I caught you at a bad time? Never mind. We can talk later. Goodbye.Ende
oder
With these words, I free you, piteous, unclean spirit, from the bonds of undeath. From fifty Fathers Frozen in slavepast! Rip from the wraithloom! Sunder the lifeweave! Lock tight in earthgrip! Hold firm in gravefast!Merker RestBookStirbtEnde
Wrathman
What does it matter? It's not MY fault! You said I'd live forever. And this is LIFE? You CHEATED me! I HATE you!
Spieler
It sounds to me, friend, like YOU are the one who got yourself into this mess. Don't blame me. Don't fool around with necromancy, and blame someone else when you don't like the results. And if you go around sucking the souls out of folks, don't be surprised if they want to blot you out like a bug. Goodbye.Ende
Anderer Einstieg
Wrathman
Once I was a man filled with love and hate. Now I am a monster, empty, and hungry. I surrendered my life, and now I must feast upon yours. Flee, mortal, for I have no heart, and would feed on yours.
Spieler
Thanks for the warning. Goodbye.Ende
Anderer Einstieg
Wrathman
I smell your life, and rave with hunger. I can suck you to a husk, and still scream for thirst. Run, now. There is no hope... Only horror.
Spieler
Can I help you in any way? Do you want me to put an end to your miserable existence?→ „How could you ever…“
Wrathman
How could you ever understand my pain? You know NOTHING. You understand NOTHING! You are an animal... a weed... a STONE... compared to me. I see all, feel all, suffer all, HATE all, FOREVER! You know NOTHING!
Spieler
I see. Excuse me, but this conversation has lost its luster.Ende
Anderer Einstieg
Wrathman
I want you. All of you. Nothing left. I could pour you all into me, and still feel hollow. How can you stand there? Don't you know what I am? A wraith? A husk? A mad, hungry, hating husk?
Spieler
I wish I could help you, but I'm in real trouble myself. For what it's worth, I feel for you, but I'm warning YOU... Get in my way, and you're going to get hurt. I think. These weapons and spells, they are hurting you, right?→ „What can your puny…“
oder
From fifty FathersMerker RestBookEnde
Anderer Einstieg
Wrathman
Your weapons amuse me. Against flesh, they may triumph, but they scarcely stir the gossamer threads of the revenant spirit.
Spieler
You talk a lot. I'm not afraid of you. I'm still alive, and I like it that way. You are just a cloud of bad air with a big mouth, and I'm going to rid this place of your stink if it's the last thing I do.→ „What can your puny…“
Anderer Einstieg
Wrathman
Show me your little toys, child. Play your little parlor tricks. See how little tin and tinsel avails against the Soul Which Never Dies.
Spieler
Help! Help! I'm really, really scared. I'm going to flee in terror. Right now. PLEASE have pity on me, O mighty, wonderful being of eternal power and glory, and let me run and hide myself from your awesome presence.Ende
oder
With these words, I free you, piteous, unclean spirit, from the bonds of undeath. From fifty Fathers Frozen in slavepast! Rip from the wraithloom! Sunder the lifeweave! Lock tight in earthgrip! Hold firm in gravefast!Merker RestBookStirbtEnde
Ohne Worte
Wrathman
The ghostly presence offers no answering response.