Leper/Barks
< Leper
Battle
Landing a Critical Hit
- Blood in the mud.
- Petals must fall.
- Rain in the forest.
- Summer before the Fall.
- Fog before sunrise.
- The tide rises. And the tide falls.
Entering Death's Door
- An end to my torment, at last?
Fearful
Becoming Fearful
- A tunnel carved in ice. A guttering torch.
- Swarms of summer larks, fleeing the autumn wind.
- All must come to ruin. There is no escape.
- Do not resist the end. Anguish is the sure result.
- Now we come to it... The vision is cloaked in black.
Stressing Party
- Mists on the moor! Shadows marshaling in the gloom!
- Now it comes to it, I am not ready for release!
- Take me quickly. I have suffered overlong.
Switching Position to the Back
- At the press of twilight, the sun flees.
- Even mighty summer yields to awesome winter.
- Deer before the forest fire...
Passing Turn
- Even the mighty tiger is wary of the cobra.
- You take advantage of my death wish. For shame.
- I may be doomed, but I'm not suicidal.
Camping Stress
- Hot breath and blood-stained ivory...
- The bountiful glen pales before the death-chill...
- We should keep moving. The enemy is close...
Getting Hit by Enemy
- (gritting teeth) It cuts... too deep. To the fire within.
- How I have longed to die... And yet now I long to survive.
Enemy Missed Self
- Gods! Don't let it touch me!
- Bloody cretin has my scent!
Party Member Attack Misses
- No... This is NOT how it's supposed to end.
- Vultures know our names. They have staked us out...
Party Member Getting Hit
- One step too far... one step and it's all over...
- Here it is. The end of my time. Finally...
Party Member Missed by Enemy
- I rather had hoped to die in victory...
- Good news is, it'll be a quick end.
Refusing to Move
- Nay. My firm stance is all I have left.
- Stop running about. Accept death with grace.
Refusing to Perform Camping Skills
- A white star, alone in the night-strong void.
- Such darkness... such darkness...
- The animal is still. Like a corpse. Awed by death.
Paranoid
Becoming Paranoid
- Lions in the savanna. A lone campfire.
- Red rubies glitter in the trove of night.
- A white rabbit. Heart pounding, limbs ablaze...
- We are not alone here.
- They will come for us soon. It is inevitable.
Stressing Party
- Watch our flanks. They will attempt a pincer attack.
- Good sailors obey the rats; the captain, only sometimes.
- There must be more of them... stay watchful.
Switching Position to the Back
- The smell of my sickness attracted them. This is my fault.
- I am like blood in the water to them. I endanger the mission.
- I know them. From a battle long ago... They have come for me.
Passing Turn
- The hare knows wherefore the fox stalks...
- No. I must be ready to defend the flanks.
- The mouse scampers, but the owl senses trickery...
Random Action
- The owl hunts alone.
- Cross paths with the panther and beware.
- You all mock me? I reject it!
Camping Stress
- The sky itself knows not where lightning may strike.
- ... They know I am ill. They will try to trick me...
- If they let me die, their percentage increases...
Attacking Party Member
- There are few things so dangerous as a trusted ally.
- The noose-rope has two ends, my "good friend."
Refusing to Retreat
- Sorry, friend. I'll not let you besmirch my honor so.
- You've wanted us to fail all along. I saw it in your eyes.
Getting Hit by Enemy
- They know all my maneuvers. As if trained for them...
- You wait. More will come.
Enemy Missed Self
- They turn against me. They know I am weak.
- I am blood in the water...
Party Member Attack Misses
- Are you hiding booze? You must be drunk to miss like that!
- I think our ally is keeping secrets from us...
Party Member Getting Hit
- The end is upon us. I go with a tranquil mind.
- The death-bell tolls for us... Soon now.
Party Member Missed by Enemy
- Even I could not have dodged that blow...
- I think our ally is keeping secrets from us...
Refusing to Move
- The constant pursuit of the ideal situation is a sin.
- The chain is only so strong as its weakest link...
Refusing to Use Item
- You seem to extend my suffering? How cruel.
- You do me a great indignity. Perhaps that is your wish...
Refusing to Get Healed
- You seek to prolong my life? What cruelty is this?!
- I doubt you have the needed expertise. No one does...
- Poor foragers must know their mushrooms well...
Refusing to Get Buffed
- I must rely only on myself...
- If magic was real, would I be in this sorry state?
- No... Willpower alone will carry me through.
Refusing to Perform Camping Skills
- ...the endless tintinnabulation of funeral bells...
- A lonely snowflake, last to go before the rising...
- They have us. It is only a matter of time.
Refusing to be Target of Camping Skills
- Why would you seek to extend my pain?
- I don't need your pity. Nor anyone's.
Refusing to Eat while Camping
- This will put an end to all of us. Is that your plan?
- There's no need to hasten me demise. I'll go soon enough.
Masochistic
Becoming Masochistic
- She eats only what she makes, the ailing dowager.
- To the lizard, it is clear: sacrifice or death.
- Pain is an affectation. Only death is real.
- Carve away the numb flesh and expose the man within.
- The dead long for torture -- to FEEL once more!
Stressing Party
- I was a soldier. I've a long acquaintance with pain.
- Work quickly. I wish to depart soon.
- You can do nothing worse than what nature has already done.
Switching Position to the Front
- Yessss... cut away the dead meat. Search out my soul.
- A moth unto Flame!
- I have a few lives left to burn...
Random Action
- Please... I grow weary of hope.
- Ants marching blindly towards the spider's trap.
- I tire of these formalities. Let me die now.
Camping Stress
- If I sleep at the edge, they'll take me first...
- Fire... Fire might burn away the pain...
- How I long to cut away this corrupted flesh...
Marking Self
- Pain and pleasure... in equal measure.
- Hurt me. Make me FEEL again!
- Come join my dance -- I and the Reaper.
Damaging Self
- That tendon was doing me little good anyway.
- I am not afraid of pain. Quite the opposite.
Refusing to Retreat
- No. Every fresh wound erases my memory of the last.
- Though it burns the eyes, is the sun not beautiful?
Getting Hit by Enemy
- Each wound takes me closer to bliss.
- Yes. Relieve me of this life. Do it.
Enemy Missed Self
- And life trudges onward, oblivious and stubborn.
- The fire takes the grass, but spares the rotting elm.
Party Member Getting Hit
- No mercy for the cripple, I see. SIGH.
- Let me fight that one! So bloody and savage...
Refusing to Move
- Begone. I depart soon, and I have chosen this spot.
- Leave me to my death. Here, it shall come quickly.
Refusing to Use Item
- Pay me no mind, child. Death is only an inconvenience.
- No thank you, I barely feel it.
Refusing to Get Healed
- No. I'd be nothing without the pain.
- I live in constant pain - it is a part of me!
- Don't you see that I am grateful for the pain?
Refusing to Get Buffed
- You have not learned... I LONG to die in battle!
- Save your efforts. Nothing rejuvenates like pain.
- My spirit is immune to this treatment. I need pain.
Refusing to Perform Camping Skills
- Come now. Nothing can prevent death.
- Why not embrace death instead?
- You seek to forestall the inevitable. And I sympathize.
Refusing to be Target of Camping Skills
- My pain alone shall be my protection.
- No. I must keep my head clear of distractions.
Refusing to Eat while Camping
- As long as my belly hungers, my blood flows.
- Yearning begets yearning. And I yearn for victory.
Abusive
Becoming Abusive
- The human race is a litter; these, the runts.
- They rush, these lemmings, to the cliff's edge...
- Even dogs know when the meat is tainted...
- You fight death like a child fights aging.
- Yes... pray. What we need now is more noise.
Stressing Party
- You are a crack in crystal - profaning the precious!
- You worm. Crawl from the mud and die in the rain!
- Pathetic little things. Fighting unto your end.
Random Action
- Shame!
- I am the fury of an empire!
- ... You know, I could recommend a good war college.
Camping Stress
- Light, kill me in my sleep. Spare me these fools.
- My companions somehow smell worse than my bandages...
- Huh. They let anyone carry a weapon these days.
Attacking Party Member
- I'll not waste my last days at your side! Perish!
- Another fool for the Reaper. Sigh.
Party Member Attack Hits
- Hmm. With training, you might prove competent.
- There are better ways to fill a teacup than with a storm...
Party Member Attack Misses
- You do not paint a flattering picture of your kind...
- When we're done here, I'll teach you how to fight properly.
Party Member Getting Hit
- As wheat from the chaff...
- So many weeds in the garden. Tsk tsk tsk...
Refusing to Move
- Incompetence and idealism are not so very different...
- Only a coward requires perfection.
Refusing to Perform Camping Skills
- Bright as the sun, feeble as the worm. Sigh...
- Come again? You could not possibly be so foolish.
- ... You do have military training, yes? ... Oh my.
Refusing to be Target of Camping Skills
- Enough! Let me be, blaggart!
- Just sit down. I do not need your nursemaiding.
Selfish
Becoming Selfish
- Alms for the sick?
- Ants at a spring picnic. Wine spilled in the heath.
- I fight at the fore. Who better to lead a suicide-charge?
- All cloth we scavenge goes to me. I have needs...
- Give me your spoils - I suffer more hardship than you can know!
Stressing Party
- I've been sold a river, and yet I go thirsty...
- They gave me the reins. But where is my warhorse?
- There ought to be a bonus for the senior heroes...
Switching Position to the Front
- Death is inevitable. But the cause is my choice alone.
- I will die here. Move aside.
- My time has come.
Switching Position to the Back
- It is not my time. Soon, though.
- I cannot die now! The stars, they... are not aligned!
- Death is inevitable. I'm just... postponing it.
Passing Turn
- Though doomed, I'll not spend this life thoughtlessly!
- Only if you agree to a state funeral.
- A poor tactic. Let me think of a better one...
Random Action
- I have dispensed with captains. For now I go alone.
- The slave soon covets his master's power.
- Let me show you something of my experience.
Camping Stress
- Pass the drink. My sores need cleansing.
- Now... I must rest. Please keep quiet.
- Silence! I need rest to maintain my strength!
Getting Hit by Enemy
- I have limited blood. Let us spend it... wisely.
- My time is short. Let us not waste it.
Party Member Attack Hits
- Good. Clearly, there's no need to overexert myself.
- You fight well. Handle things while I take a rest.
Party Member Attack Misses
- Stand aside. This one is meant only for me... I can feel it.
- You should leave this one to the soldiers.
Refusing to Perform Camping Skills
- There is better time to use that. I will let you know.
- I have done enough. It is soon time to rest.
- Blazes of glory don't come cheap, you know...
Hopeless
Becoming Hopeless
- A crack in the chamber room window. Snow swirls in...
- Cobwebs in the dining hall. Weevils in the crust!
- The blade is broken.
- Even steel may shatter in the cold.
- We march only to ruin.
Stressing Party
- No sparrow lives that cannot fly.
- Blood and rain in the muddy bootprints...
- Just one more suicide mission... one more...
Switching Position to the Front
- My last ounce of bravery. It spills out, bloody.
- The dam breaks. Life flows, reckless, enraged.
- Death would be a most blissful freedom.
Switching Position to the Back
- I have stolen the place of youth and power. I recede.
- Even the mighty bear must flee a coming storm.
- The sun sets e'er the gloom of night...
Passing Turn
- I will not. Blame me if you like. I am expendable.
- I die soon, yet I hold out for a more glorious end.
- I have lived long. But have I lived well?
Random Action
- Our plans have failed. My fate is mine alone.
- I would prefer to die this way. Thank you.
- No... No, the moment is lost.
Camping Stress
- The wind cannot stop. It blows forever... Immortal.
- Shall I never be free of this mortal coil?
- I feel it... tomorrow shall be my last.
Marking Self
- Empty shells rolling in the surf! ALL EMPTY!
- There is no glory. But there is death! COME, VILLAINS!
Damaging Self
- I've fought and fought... and for what?
- I delude myself, that there is honor in suffering.
Refusing to Retreat
- No. My end has come and passed a hundred times.
- I... I can take no more joy, no pain. I've had my fill.
Refusing to Use Item
- There's no point in easing my pain.
- I have lived on the edge of death for years. Why fight now?
Refusing to Get Healed
- You pretend to value my company. But I see the truth.
- No. Leave me to my cursed fate.
- If you want to help, just end my suffering.
Refusing to Get Buffed
- You have no pity. Just let me go.
- You would help a sick man to suffer in anguish...
- You prune the ivy, though it is almost February.
Refusing to Perform Camping Skills
- Why tempt the inevitable? It will come in time.
- You seek glory? It is a mad game. A drunken dance.
- There is little difference between survival and greed.
Refusing to be Target of Camping Skills
- Tend the dying tree all you like. It still goes to seed.
- Gold is worth nothing at the bottom of the sea.
Refusing to Eat while Camping
- I feel the end coming. I go to it willingly...
- No. I must go to my end in a pure state.
Irrational
Becoming Irrational
- (desperate gasping and gurgling)
- Grey seven apple-court in Autumn. Battle-born.
- Where what blade throne calls under winter.
- I sailing-ship course. Wander heaven thrice!
- (incoherent moaning)
Stressing Party
- Yearn cobra in elder days. A forest of black.
- Iron sleeps in sunshine. Grey. Redemptive.
- Standard bearer sleeps cold moorland. Blazing charge.
Switching Position
- Pound severed in the abattoir! Betray the morning star!
- Return of Spring. Call down the galleons. Nightly.
- Rage in the armory. Sell-swords bargain. Inheritance.
Passing Turn
- Twilight culture. Smell it. Orchids have meat.
- Swamp in the heather. Summon the grapefruit cavalry.
- Henceforth the lark. Rendezvous with the manoeuvre.
Random Action
- Gather winds nighttime journey. Ration wheat.
- Mead and forgery. Barter for the goat. Midwives.
- Solemn burn catch the rugged breeze. Nighttime elated.
Camping Stress
- Hinterland prison death-march. Blanket all the land.
- Rage begets springtime. Cold essays on murder.
- Augustine hearth-fire maidens, farm and forge. Yes.
Marking Self
- Blade rakes and tines. Field the war-children.
- Separate the tree. Abolish the reign of coastlines.
Attacking Party Member
- Amber knick-knacks glow nightly. Abroad in the beam.
- Passage for buttercups. Slip into dream-state. Worship.
Damaging Self
- Cold wayfarers, eating dishonored. Brains on the hearth.
- Cherry blossom axe heads. Raking the dead. Fielding fire.
Refusing to Retreat
- Jupiter bleating, my ghoulish sundial. Fare so long and high.
- Grander long time, rage and sorrow. Seven is right. Now!
Getting Hit by Enemy
- Yonder blights call the mist. In the black heather.
- Bleak lands fall seaside, and mares despair of time.
Enemy Missed Self
- Lemongrass and honey. Goose, apples, bread-beer. Milk.
- Blackened balustrades. The foxes hunt the dogs.
Party Member Attack Hits
- Wool pepper drives the whirling sou'wester. Mmm. Yes.
- Caution bans the twilight, hammer-like. Summon the fish.
Party Member Attack Misses
- Tidings told in the half-twilight. Leeches gambol amidships.
- Helen is beholden, barrow-ward. Call to her. Say "liar."
Party Member Getting Hit
- Threading the weave, flounder cold in the yellowing.
- Fish oil wasted on the ramparts. Slime down the abbey.
Party Member Missed by Enemy
- Hinder maypole's cinder blossom. Break aside for galleons.
- Sunder the hinterlands. Call for a hero. Brazen teapot!
Refusing to Move
- Feel cold temple stone, wooden and rifled. Blade awakens.
- Now approach winter and stone-setting, silvered and rotten.
Refusing to Use Item
- The flesh weakens and crumbles away!
- Dust and wind and paradise beyond the gate.
Refusing to Get Healed
- Under mountain passes the fold. Lovely. Lovely.
- Blade rot ramparts. Straw-white in the window.
- Grass in the ice fields. Adrift in the clouds.
Refusing to Get Buffed
- Nine-fold gateways lurk topside. In light. In dark.
- The hatchways burn. Cover her head. Feathers. Death.
- Elaborate scripture. The enormity of calligraphy.
Refusing to Perform Camping Skills
- Black rain wonder seven tide. On the moorhead.
- Go forth, flustermuffin. Fruit and beggars and bastards.
- Call down rage on glory. Betwixt the haze and teatime.
Refusing to Eat while Camping
- Stand down, potter. Knife seance blathering moonlight.
- Cold cathedral wanders reservoir. Light ripple deeps.
Stalwart
Becoming Stalwart
- The blackest night yields to brightest dawn.
- A glorious end is upon us.
Reducing Own Stress
- The snow-bells bloom in January.
- The sun is brightest after darkest night.
Courageous
Becoming Courageous
- We have become as steel.
- Mountains defy the consuming sea.
Reducing Party Stress
- Wounds do not disturb me. Let me wash them.
- My suffering has granted me a modicum of power...
Focused
Becoming Focused
- The storm infuriates the sea...
- The honeybee to his nectar, by the queen's command.
Buffing a Party Member
- Your warrior soul blooms. A wildflower after a fire.
- You have the killing eye. Turn it towards our victory.
Powerful
Becoming Powerful
- A river-dragon in the heart of the ocean.
- Nothing stands in the path of an avalanche.
Buffing Party
- Power is the gift of fearlessness. It is always so.
- No death for you today, save that which you sow.
Vigorous
Becoming Vigorous
- The death-cap grows -- thrives -- in the shade.
- The reaper is well known to me. I do not fear him.
Self Healing
- I suppose I must be grateful, to go on surviving.
- Sigh. And so my soul stubbornly clings to life.
Final Boss (Spoiler)
“ | Spare the others, I am ready. | „ |
~ Leper on being executed by the Heart of Darkness. |