List of lines the characters say?

On waking up on the beach and/or entering the terraces:

T: My nightmares...they were prophecy.
D: Not the most pleasant of arenas, but it’ll have to do, for now.
M: This land is wounded.
R: I’ve not seen a wilderness like this before. There’ll be some dark days ahead.
W: The very sand shivers with malice. There’s a power here that welcomes me.
S: Nothing like a brisk dip to start the day. Now, where on God’s arse am I?

On killing the first zombie (not all classes have one of these):

W: The dead will soon rise for me, not against me.
T: Even death gives no solace in this tortured land.
M: When I kill a man, he stays dead.
D: Even the dead rise to challenge me here.


On entering the prison:

T: In this cage, evil claws at the bars and howls for freedom.
D: It’s to be a cage fight then. I can live with that.
M: A slave is not a man. A slave is not even worthy of death.
R: There’s no justice in a place like this. Only misery.
W: I’d rather burn than call such a place ‘home’.
S: Theopolis prison’s a child’s playhouse compared to this. They sure don’t make them like they used to.


On killing Brutus:

T: Rest now, tormented soul.
D:Skill beats size, every time.
M: Now your spirit will be the plaything of the Ancestors, slave master.
R: I’ve done for you what I would do for any wounded animal, Brutus.
W: Had you been my creation, brute, you’d not have fallen so easily.
S: “Big” just means “more places to stick a blade”.

On Killing Merveil:

T: A woman corrupted beyond humanity. I must cure this plague before it sickens all of God’s creation.
D: We stand at death’s door. Ladies first, fair Merveil.
M: The waiting is over, Merveil. Go to your husband.
R: Your love for a man...that’s what did this to you, Merveil.
W: Poor fishwife. Twas love that did this to you.
S: My first dance with a lady of quality. Pity she let herself go like that.

On entering the ship graveyard:

T: This is a mortuary for lost children, hidden from the eyes of their Father.
D: I almost feel sorry for these doomed sea dogs.
M: Ghosts may not bleed, but where there’s life there can be death.
R: Life and death live side by side. This is a strange land.
W: The sirens appear to be dining well.
S: I’m usually the one making the ghosts. Someone’s been busy.


On killing Fairgraves:

T: Temptation may turn even the noblest of men. I should take heed.
D: It’s not every day that I get to duel with a legend. Thank you, Fairgraves.
M: The Karui remember you, Fairgraves. Your death will be much celebrated.
R: You were a good man in a bad situation, Fairgraves. Rest in peace.
W: And that’s how you die properly, sailor boy. No half measures, thank you.
S: I almost feel sorry for you, Fairgraves. Dying twice...can’t be fun.

On killing Oak:

T: You dare to speak for peace, outlaw? There’s the peace your lies have earned you.
D: Well fought, Oak. A shame we have only the trees for audience.
M: Where are your big words now, bandit king?
R: Do some good for once in your sorry life, bandit. Feed the worms.
W: This land has no time for capricious little despots like you, Oak.
S: Now that’s what you get for bringing a stick to a knife fight.

On killing Kraityn:

T: You own nothing, thief. Not even the life you wasted on spite and avarice.
D: A pity your mind wasn’t as swift as your blades, bridge rat.
M: Fast blades. Fast mouth. Swift death.
R: The king of rats? A feast for rats now.
W: It’s kind of disappointing, really. I usually like rats.
S: All that flashy sword-swinging, when all you need is one, good stab.

On killing Alira:

T: You are thus blessed, daughter of God. He will show you what true friendship is.
D: It’s hard to cast a spell with a blade in your throat, eh witch?
M: There’s no blacker magic than death, witch.
R: I hate to pluck a pretty flower. Even a poisonous one like you.
W: You missed a valuable lesson, sister. Never let the power go to your head.
S: Did the earth move for you, baby? Probably. You hit the ground quite hard.

On Entering the Chamber of Sins:

T: The lair of a toymaker with pretensions of godhood.
D: A place of soiled dreams. I’ll have to tread carefully here.
M: The spirits are restless and angry here. I can feel it in my blood.
R: Luxury and cruelty go hand in hand.
W: The air stinks of thaumaturgy. I could learn a thing or two here.
S: I’ve seen some dark places in my line of work, but this is something else!

On releasing the Vaal shadow

T: I beg of you, God. Help me to lead this world back into the light.
D: This can’t be good.
M: I will have to answer to the Ancestors for this.
R: This shouldn’t be happening. Not in the world I know.
W: How fascinating. You’re not from are here, are you gorgeous?
S: This Shadow is starting to feel a little inadequate.


On Killing the Oversoul:

T: Back where you belong, nightmare. The faithful need not fear your kind.
D: A duel like no other. I think I’m starting to like this Wraeclast.
M: What’s worse, old god? The pain of defeat, or the shame that it was a mortal man that cut you down?
R: ?
W: A pity. I think we could have been friends.
S: I like darkness as much as the next assassin, but that was overdoing it.

On entering the Warehouses

T: Life in His right hand, Death in His left. And then there are those who fell through God’s fingers.
D: I favour a fair fight. I doubt I’ll get one in this place.
M: The night stares at me from broken corners. Only Ra can kill the night.
R: Life is nothing without death. That simple truth’s been forgotten from time to time.
W: Sad creatures in dark corners. Seems they’ve been sad for a very long time.
S: “Treat life and death with equal grace,” it’s said. If I were Death, I’d take offense at this place.

On entering the Solaris Temple

T: Something eternal remains in this empire. The question is how.
D: It’s seems there’s glory in the old empire yet.
M: Strange. Age has not touched this place.
R: I’ve never felt further from what I know and love.
W: I’d love to see the insides of this spell. I can’t abide housework.
S: Not a speck of dust or brick out of place. Someone’s got too much time on their hands.


On entering the Lunaris Temple

T: And so I take my first steps into damnation incarnate.
D: Piety’s home away from home. Let’s see if the sick witch is in.
M: This is where Pain comes to be worshipped.
R: Piety, Piety...you’ve got so much to answer for.
W: You either master the Twist, or it masters you.
S: Downed a bad vial of lethe-milk once. It felt just like this place.

On killing Gravicius

T: You chose the road, old friend. God put me at the end of it.
D: Dying in battle...the only honourable thing you’ve ever done, Gravicius.
M: A warrior leads from the front. A coward dies on his back.
R: Without men like you around, Gravicius, this land might just start healing itself.
W: You wanted me burned, back in Oriath, Gravicius. That wasn’t very nice.
S: Had I killed you back in Oriath I’d have been showered in gold. Where’s the justice, eh?

On killing Piety

T: Rest while you can, mistress of suffering. Judgement will not go easy on you.
D: Sorry, beautiful, but someone had to put a stop to all of this ugliness.
M: You were right to hide your face, pretty one. It made it easier to kill you.
R: Your death doesn’t fix anything, Piety. But at least it won’t get any worse.
W:: I loved your work, Piety. It was you I wasn’t very fond of.
S: I try not to take my work personally. But you, Piety, were a satisfying exception.