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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 9:48 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 10:53 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 4:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 5:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 12:33 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 9:59 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 12:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 4:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 10:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 9:18 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 5:34 pm
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Random Quote Day:
Minsc:
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, watch it! I'm huge!
Magic is impressive, but now Minsc leads! Swords for everyone!
You point, I punch.
Evil 'round every corner. Careful not to step in any.
Take heart fellow adventurers, for you have curried the favor of Boo, the only miniature giant space hamster in the Realm!
There is strength in numbers, and I am two or three, at least.
The bigger they are, the harder I hit!
(when berserking): Fear not! I will inspire you all by charging blindly on!
(When hiding in shadows) None shall see me, though my battlecry may give me away..
(to his pet hamster Boo, when battle is imminent): Go for the eyes Boo, GO FOR THE EYES!! RrraaaAAGHGHH!!!
Boo: *squeak*
Minsc: Boo says "WHAT?"
Camaraderie, adventure, and steel on steel. The stuff of legends, right Boo?
Butt-kicking! For goodness!
(when in a Town) Cities always teem with evil and decay. Let's give it a good shake and see what falls out!
Minsc will lead with blade and boot! Boo will take care of the details.
The squeeky wheel get the KICK!
No effect?! I need a bigger sword!
I grow tired of shouting battle cries when fighting this mage. Boo will finish his eyeballs once and for all, so he does not rise again! Evil, meet my sword! SWORD, MEET EVIL!!
The Protagonist:
I know you said that you wouldn't tolerate excuses, but we have a real good one.
Forsoothe, methinks you are no ordinary talking chicken!
Is it just me, or is the world filled with wackos. Okay, Mr. psycho gnome, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but we're really not interested in your rock garden.
Sorry, Aldeth, but we're siding with the druids. They have this great Aloe-Vera balm they are giving away samples of, and my armor has been chafing a bit, ya know?
No, we're not mercenaries. We just carry weapons and kill things for the joy of the experience.
(to Portalbendarwinden): Ok, I've just about had my FILL of riddle asking, quest assigning, insult throwing, pun hurling, hostage taking, iron mongering, smart arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!
Why are you so fat?
You know what I always say? "Always kill the mouthy one", that's what I always say.
Tiax:
You are but grease stains on the wheel of time compared to Tiax!
Tiax does as ye will, but one day... BOOM! He rules! Heh-heh.
The day comes when Tiax will point and click!
Ya lil' monkey-spanker.
When Tiax rules, breeches shall not ride up so wedge-like!
(running away): Tiax will rule... From a distance.
Eh... it would appear that... the great and... mighty Tiax... has shrunk his undergarments... three sizes this day.
Excuse... the mighty Tiax... while he catches his... his breath... He will rule... later.
Edwin Odesseiron:
Greetings. I am Edwin Odesseiron. You simians may refer to me merely as "Sir," if you prefer a less... syllable-intensive workout.
Edwin do this, EDWIN DO THAT... somebody get this jerk a banana.
Well, it would seem the leader of our little group has impregnated the impressionable circus child. And here I thought she was merely getting chubby without the ring master's whip to keep her in shape.
I'm busy, okay? I'm BUSY.
I assure you, Viconia, this Thayvian male is as red-blooded as his cloak, and has left many a concubine gasping under his erotic onslaught.
[annoyed tone] O, YES, MASTER. What shall I FETCH NOW?!
Have you nothing else to do but bother me?!
Go bother someone else!
[grumbling] One day... one day...
[upon arriving in the underworld in ToB] What? Here? I hope this is important, you insufferable monkey! I was in the middle of a very important transaction! [in an undertone] And to think I had the wench bargained down to three gold for the night! Bah!
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Posted: Tue Feb 06, 2007 5:35 pm
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Interactions:
Aphril: I see through the walls, for there are no walls when you are somewhere else! I walk through them all, and they walk through me!
Edwin: It is a weakness on her part. A superior mind could handle such a gift.
Viconia: Ha! A pity we do not have one here!
Edwin: (Sigh. It's aggravation like this that will eventually cause me to fireball the entire party as they sleep. Yes indeed, everyone peaceful and quiet and then FOOM!)
Desharik: What is the meaning of this intrusion? Who are you?
Protagonist: is my name. I was referred by Captain Golin.
Desharik: Golin? Why would he send you to me? What is it you think you want here?
Protagonist: I seek entry to the asylum. Can you help with this?
Desharik: Spellhold? Why would you want to go there? Hardly a sociable place for decent folk.
Protagonist: I… I need to be admitted. I need… I need help. I need to be confined.
Desharik: You wish me to have you thrown into the asylum? That is certainly an odd request, through not in itself and indication of madness. What are you trying to accomplish? I can indeed have people committed to Spellhold, but why would you request it?
Protagonist: I am clearly deranged. Look who I travel with! Minsc, meet the Pirate Lord!
Minsc: Pirate Lord? Such a name does not conjure images of righteous behavior. Stand still a moment and let Boo have a look at you.
Desharik: Er, why is your friend pointing a hamster at me?
Minsc: Boo will soon have you figured out. You certainly seem friendlier that I would think a Pirate Lord would be. And where is your peg?
Desharik: My--- what?
Minsc: Your peg, A proper pirate has a peg, whether a leg, arm or… uh… some other expendable extremity. And a parrot.
Desharik: A parrot?
Minsc: Certainly! As I have my Boo, so too must you have your parrot. Boo likes parrots. They could wrassel.
Desharik: I’ve seen enough. Congratulations, you are on your way to Spellhold. You are clearly a danger to thew general community. By the gods. I think I’m stupider for talking to you. Stupider? More Stupid? Get them out of my sight, all of them! They may all have this disease of the mind.
Enna Hendrick: Shoo! Them aren't yer chickens! Erlin! Erlin, someone's after the chickens!
Protagonist: This is between us and the chickens, Ma'am, and I'm going to ask real nicely that you stay out of it.
Girl: MY MOTHER SAYS THAT DARK ELVES SHOULD BE HANGED UNLESS THEY'RE NAMED DRIZZT!!
Viconia: (sigh) So what else is new?
Goldander Blackenrock: No offense, Malla Drow, but I see you do not wear the symbols of any House I know. You would fare no better in there, especially with your current companions.
Korgan: What good is this indigo she-beast if she is as much a target down here as the rest of us?
Edwin: Oh, I don't know. She has a certain... charm.
Korgan: 'Ey there, Vico. Edwin's sweet on ye.
Viconia: Indignity after indignity.
Player: Your mother would be so disappointed if she could see you now.
Lorne: What would you know of my mother?
Player: You don't keep your beard half as well as she keeps hers.
Duncan: You're right. Sorry I pointed out the fact that you were a charlatan, Sand.
Sand: And I didn't mean to bring up your excessive drinking, Duncan, and your long list of failed aspirations
Dwarf: Who is this gnome?
Khelgar Ironfist: He's arrow bait. I'll tell you about it later.
The Collector: What is the meaning of this?
Player: Your name is Ninsy?
The Collector: You have no right to call me by that name! I am the Collector to you.
Player: I want you to open the vault for me, Ninsy.
Daerred: Now, I know you didn't have any jobs for an adventurer last time in Neverwinter. But we searched the city for opportunities. After that we took to the road and I found an old lady and rescued a cat. We each got an apple.
Shandra: Well, if it had been the Captain [player] doing it, the cat would be lost, the tree burned down, and the old lady would be traveling with us now.
HK-47:
HK-47: Query: Can I kill him now, master? I'd like ever so much to break his neck. It's been a long time fantasy of mine...
Revan: Maybe later...
HK-47: Did you hear that meatbag? "I WILL BE BACK!"
HK-47: Observation: I say we just kill the meatbag and save you the trouble master.
Tanis Venn: Whats with all the droids lately. Did my wife get to you too?
HK-47: Negative. I just don't like meatbags. Except the master, of course. HA-HA.
HK-47: Statement: HK-47 is ready to serve, master.
Revan: You don't need to call me master, you know.
HK-47: Query: Don't I? I was under the assumption that organic meatbags such as yourself enjoyed such forms of address.
Revan: "Organic meatbags?"
HK-47: Retraction: Did I say that out loud? I apologize, master. While you are a meatbag, I suppose I should not call you as such.
Revan: You just called me a meatbag again!
HK-47: Explanation: It's just that... you have all these squishy parts, master. And all that water! How the constant sloshing doesn't drive you mad, I have no idea...
Revan: Neither do I, come to think of it...
HK-47: Statement: Now do you understand the travails of my existence, master? Surely it does not compare to your existence, but still...
Revan: I survive. Somehow.
HK-47: Commentary: As do I. It is our lot in life, I suppose, master. Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?
Revan: Whoa, slow down there. Yes, I did purchase you...
HK-47: Explanation: Then you qualify as my master and I must refer to you as such. The legal requirements for models of my type are very specific, master.
Revan: What legal requirements do you mean?
HK-47: Answer: Simply that the distinction between 'killer' and 'killee' be a clear one. I cannot kill of my own volition, naturally.
Revan: I don't think 'killee' is a word.
HK-47: Expletive: Damn it, master, I am an assasination droid... not a dictionary!
HK-47: Commentary: How would you like to be the wholly-owned servant to an organic meatbag? It's demeaning! If, uh, you weren't one yourself, I mean...
Revan: Demeaning, is it?
HK-47: Qualification: Err... perhaps I did not mean it *quite* like that, master. I mean... while an artificial life-form is superior...
Revan: You're not making it any better.
HK-47: Commentary: I mean... nice human, goo-oood human...
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