Post by fallen on Feb 13, 2016 22:05:48 GMT -5
tran - here is the rest of the dialog - thanks again for sticking with me on this one as we figured it out.
This is fixed for next at last!
Vraes: Is it going to make us come down?
Tamilin: Do you feel that?
Kyera: Ryethin has guided us back here - this time, we'll finish it!
Vraes: This time, a lot less talking.
Weaver: Why do you hate me, Chosen of Death!?
Weaver: What have I ever done to harm you!
Kjartan: You'd weave all of our people into your little tapestry, and then manipulate us like pawns?
Kjartan: And we should just play along?
Weaver: Join me, Harbingers.
Weaver: I will give you a seat at the Great Loom of life.
Weaver: Think of all the foolish mortal Barons and leaders . . . Haven't you wanted to pull their threads?
Weaver: Don't you wish they'd dance to your strings?
Weaver: Wouldn't there be so much less bloodshed and death in your world?
Tamilin (in italics): Curse the old God, he has a point.
Weaver: Join me, take your seat at the Great Loom!
Kyera: Now that we've got you cornered, you're willing to play nice and negotiate.
Kjartan: It's a little late for that Weaver. We serve Ryethin, and she has come to call your name.
Weaver: I am older than all your Gods put together, you stunty little mortals! You will never kill me!
Vraes: That's it - enough words! Prepare to die, Weaver!
Vraes (in italics): This is the last of the Weaver's nest, but its crawling with infernals.
Vraes (in italics): This side of the cavern has almost more egg sacks.
Vraes (in italics): And they're going to start puking out infernal spiders very quickly. We need to destroy them fast.
Vraes (in italics): And then, we can deal with that monstrosity.
Vraes (in italics): If we don't stop it, it will unleash a horde of infernals itself.
Vraes (in italics): And the God is about to shut us in here . . .
Weaver: If you won't join me, then I will have to cut you out of the weave!
Weaver: With your back against the wall, my disciplines will overwhelm you!
Kyera: Stand back to back, friends!
Tamilin: By the hand of the Ryethin, your time is ending, Weaver!
This is fixed for next at last!
Vraes: Is it going to make us come down?
Tamilin: Do you feel that?
Kyera: Ryethin has guided us back here - this time, we'll finish it!
Vraes: This time, a lot less talking.
Weaver: Why do you hate me, Chosen of Death!?
Weaver: What have I ever done to harm you!
Kjartan: You'd weave all of our people into your little tapestry, and then manipulate us like pawns?
Kjartan: And we should just play along?
Weaver: Join me, Harbingers.
Weaver: I will give you a seat at the Great Loom of life.
Weaver: Think of all the foolish mortal Barons and leaders . . . Haven't you wanted to pull their threads?
Weaver: Don't you wish they'd dance to your strings?
Weaver: Wouldn't there be so much less bloodshed and death in your world?
Tamilin (in italics): Curse the old God, he has a point.
Weaver: Join me, take your seat at the Great Loom!
Kyera: Now that we've got you cornered, you're willing to play nice and negotiate.
Kjartan: It's a little late for that Weaver. We serve Ryethin, and she has come to call your name.
Weaver: I am older than all your Gods put together, you stunty little mortals! You will never kill me!
Vraes: That's it - enough words! Prepare to die, Weaver!
Vraes (in italics): This is the last of the Weaver's nest, but its crawling with infernals.
Vraes (in italics): This side of the cavern has almost more egg sacks.
Vraes (in italics): And they're going to start puking out infernal spiders very quickly. We need to destroy them fast.
Vraes (in italics): And then, we can deal with that monstrosity.
Vraes (in italics): If we don't stop it, it will unleash a horde of infernals itself.
Vraes (in italics): And the God is about to shut us in here . . .
Weaver: If you won't join me, then I will have to cut you out of the weave!
Weaver: With your back against the wall, my disciplines will overwhelm you!
Kyera: Stand back to back, friends!
Tamilin: By the hand of the Ryethin, your time is ending, Weaver!
