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The Nameless One
It insults the dead when you treat life carelessly.
Fear names. Names have power in identity. Others can use names as
weapons. Names are a hook that can be used to track you across the
planes. Remain nameless, and you shall be safe. I am the Nameless One.
Dak'kon
Strength lies in knowing oneself.
There cannot be two skies!
A divided mind is an unfocused mind. A divided mind fractures walls and weakens stone. Many divided minds may destroy a city.
When a mind does not know itself, it is flawed. When a mind is
flawed, the man is flawed. When a man is flawed, that which he touches
is flawed. It is said that what a flawed man sees, his hands make
broken.
Annah
Pike off.
Yeh ever get the feeling yeh're bein' watched? Yeh are.
If yeh keep bobbin' about, skull, I'll mount yeh on the end of a pike!
Yeh like me wee tail? I could wag it for yeh.
Get yer eyes off my arse!
Aye, now what yeh be wantin' to know about me for? Are yeh jest bored?
It's not some grand tale, it isn't, so if yeh're expecting some epic
yeh'd best go rattle yer bone-box at someone else, jig?
Fall-From-Grace
Simple minds, simple pleasures...
Time is not your enemy, forever is.
Oh! Does this mean we are engaged? [When given a right ring]
Morte
I'm Morte. Like Latin... for Death.
I am both happy and miserable, without the happy part!
I know more than you, you staggering, guttural amnesiac! ‘Sides, here’s
three more bits of knowledge to rattle around in that empty brain-box of
yours: one, there are NO experts on the Planes, two, I'm the closest
thing to one you’re going to find, and three, treat me with some
respect. Why? See the second reason.
Women were the reason I became a monk - and, ah, the reason I switched back...
We should get some female zombies to join our party, right Chief?
Chief, we're being followed! Just look natural - uh... casual.
This place is locked up tighter than a chastity belt!
How many times must this fool die? [When the Nameless One dies]
(When told by a philosopher that life does not end in death, but that one merely embarks on a new life)
Nordom
Not sorries. Null sorries. Gratitudes! Indentification of self comprosized by doubtings + mullings + analysis.
Real-eye-zation reached: Nordom null know name of addressee. Indemify yourself.
Absence of Name = Absence of Identity = Absence of Purpose = Absence of
Place in Multiverse = Null State = Loss. Nordom existed in State, Null,
until Subject (Unidentified, Nameless) attached identity to Nordom. Null
Identity, Null Purpose, Null Place equates to ‘Loss.’
I estimate Fall-from-Grace to be found attractive by the male sex of over 321423 separate species. Give or take 5.
И несколько разговоров.
Nordom: Attention, Morte. I have a question: do you have a destiny... a purpose?
Morte: Is Annah still wearing clothes?
Nordom: Affirmatory.
Morte: Then, the answer is yes.
Nordom: Attention, Fall-From-Grace. I wish to address your body.
Fall-From-Grace: I beg your pardon?
Nordom: Your body. Your form. Your reason for selecting it. Why?
Fall-From-Grace: Why..? I suppose I find it comforting. Besides, I rather like the wings.
Nordom: It would be more practical for you to assume the form of a modron. It is 13.27% more efficient; give or take +5.2%.
Fall-From-Grace: (gently flirting) Why, Nordom... are you trying to court me?
Nordom: It was not my intention to initiate legal action against you.
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, I'm curious... what happened to your body?
Morte: It's a long story involving the Head of Vecna. I don't want to talk about it.
Fall-from-Grace: (Laughing) That was you?
Morte: Could we *please* change the subject?
Fall-From-Grace: Morte, what are you again? I don't believe you ever said.
Morte: Me? I'm *le petit Morte*.
Hive Dweller: (Referring to Morte) Oh, look! A floating skull!
Morte: Oh, look! A talking turd!
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The Nameless One
Um... has anyone seen a floating sarcastic skull around here?
I wonder what it was I said that made Death reject me.
One foot in the grave, the other in Hell.It insults the dead when you treat life carelessly.
Fear names. Names have power in identity. Others can use names as
weapons. Names are a hook that can be used to track you across the
planes. Remain nameless, and you shall be safe. I am the Nameless One.
Dak'kon
Strength lies in knowing oneself.
There cannot be two skies!
A divided mind is an unfocused mind. A divided mind fractures walls and weakens stone. Many divided minds may destroy a city.
When a mind does not know itself, it is flawed. When a mind is
flawed, the man is flawed. When a man is flawed, that which he touches
is flawed. It is said that what a flawed man sees, his hands make
broken.
Annah
Pike off.
Yeh ever get the feeling yeh're bein' watched? Yeh are.
If yeh keep bobbin' about, skull, I'll mount yeh on the end of a pike!
Yeh like me wee tail? I could wag it for yeh.
Get yer eyes off my arse!
Aye, now what yeh be wantin' to know about me for? Are yeh jest bored?
It's not some grand tale, it isn't, so if yeh're expecting some epic
yeh'd best go rattle yer bone-box at someone else, jig?
Fall-From-Grace
Simple minds, simple pleasures...
Time is not your enemy, forever is.
Oh! Does this mean we are engaged? [When given a right ring]
Morte
I'm Morte. Like Latin... for Death.
I am both happy and miserable, without the happy part!
I know more than you, you staggering, guttural amnesiac! ‘Sides, here’s
three more bits of knowledge to rattle around in that empty brain-box of
yours: one, there are NO experts on the Planes, two, I'm the closest
thing to one you’re going to find, and three, treat me with some
respect. Why? See the second reason.
Women were the reason I became a monk - and, ah, the reason I switched back...
We should get some female zombies to join our party, right Chief?
Chief, we're being followed! Just look natural - uh... casual.
This place is locked up tighter than a chastity belt!
How many times must this fool die? [When the Nameless One dies]
(When told by a philosopher that life does not end in death, but that one merely embarks on a new life)
And that's supposed to be an incentive? We get to do this all
*again*? Gee, I can't wait to be a floating skull all over again. Whee!
Pike him. What a tard. Spoken just like someone who hasn't died before,
huh?
Nordom
Not sorries. Null sorries. Gratitudes! Indentification of self comprosized by doubtings + mullings + analysis.
Real-eye-zation reached: Nordom null know name of addressee. Indemify yourself.
Absence of Name = Absence of Identity = Absence of Purpose = Absence of
Place in Multiverse = Null State = Loss. Nordom existed in State, Null,
until Subject (Unidentified, Nameless) attached identity to Nordom. Null
Identity, Null Purpose, Null Place equates to ‘Loss.’
I estimate Fall-from-Grace to be found attractive by the male sex of over 321423 separate species. Give or take 5.
И несколько разговоров.
Nordom: Attention, Morte. I have a question: do you have a destiny... a purpose?
Morte: Is Annah still wearing clothes?
Nordom: Affirmatory.
Morte: Then, the answer is yes.
Nordom: Attention, Fall-From-Grace. I wish to address your body.
Fall-From-Grace: I beg your pardon?
Nordom: Your body. Your form. Your reason for selecting it. Why?
Fall-From-Grace: Why..? I suppose I find it comforting. Besides, I rather like the wings.
Nordom: It would be more practical for you to assume the form of a modron. It is 13.27% more efficient; give or take +5.2%.
Fall-From-Grace: (gently flirting) Why, Nordom... are you trying to court me?
Nordom: It was not my intention to initiate legal action against you.
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, I'm curious... what happened to your body?
Morte: It's a long story involving the Head of Vecna. I don't want to talk about it.
Fall-from-Grace: (Laughing) That was you?
Morte: Could we *please* change the subject?
Fall-From-Grace: Morte, what are you again? I don't believe you ever said.
Morte: Me? I'm *le petit Morte*.
Hive Dweller: (Referring to Morte) Oh, look! A floating skull!
Morte: Oh, look! A talking turd!