Wczoraj postanowiłem stworzyć wreszcie (całkiem długo zapowiadany) mały kącik poświęcony wszelakiej maści myśli zawartej w Planescape: Torment. Mowa tutaj o genialnych poruszających fragmnetach dialogów, cytatach, sentencjach. Są one ewidentnym przykładem na to jak bardzo twórcy cenili tekst.
Temat ten zakładam z dwóch powodów. Pierwszy to cel dyskusyjny. Czyli temat, tematem - wypowiadamy się na temat myśli zamieszczonych w uniwersum Planescape'a. Cel drugi - to zwiększenie bazy cytatów. Tak jest - jeżeli macie coś ciekawego, wyciągneliście fragment, i potraficie z pełną precyzją go przytoczyć - chętnie umieszczę na stronie. Wystarczy, że napiszecie, np tutaj.
Obecnie baza cytatów jest dosyć skromna. Wkrótce mam zamiar poszerzyć ją między innymi o filozofię frakcji, rozmowy z Istotą Wiekuistą czy Ravelą. Na chwilę obecną księga wygląda następująco:
http://planescape.phx.pl/cytaty.html
:: Księga Myśli [ostatnia aktualizacja 6 grudnia 2007]
"Imiona mają władze nad tożsamością. Mogą posłużyć innym jako broń."
- Fragment Dziennika
"Dla każdego żywego bytu istnieje broń, przed którą nie może się on uchronić. Czas. Choroba. Żelazo. Wina.."
- Pięścimetal
"To moje imię. To imię części wieczności. Jestem literą w boskim alfabecie. Zrozumienie mnie prowadzi do zrozumienia bytu. Jestem wpisany w prawdziwe nazwy połowy wszystkich rzeczy. Moje istnienie mieści w sobie prawdę. Jestem matematyczny, organiczny i metafizyczny."
- O w Gospodzie pod Gorejącym Człekiem
"Wy, śmiertelnicy, jesteście jak osy. Budujecie swoje gniazda-życia z najcieńszych gałązek, a kiedy wiatr zrzuca je z gałęzi, chcecie go zażądlić na śmierć. Zamiast zdawać sobie sprawę ze swoich głupich błędów i próbować naprawić zniszczenia, które sami wyrządziliście, oraz brać naukę z doświadczenia, ranicie każdego, kto miał nieszczęście znaleźć się obok was, kiedy doświadczaliście bólu. Moja rada dla ciebie - i dla wszystkich śmiertelników - jest taka: Przestań zachowywać się jak robak i zacznij działać rozumnie."
- O w Gospodzie pod Gorejącym Człekiem
"Wiem, że jak mucha wznosisz się z ruin swojej starej skorupy, pobrzękujesz przez chwilę, a potem kurczysz się i giniesz na oknie prawdy. Uderzasz w szybę, szukając światła bez żadnego ustalonego planu, a potem padasz wyczerpany gdy Ci się nie uda. Sprzymierzasz się z innymi by żywić się na nich przez chwilę, a potem idziesz dalej nie zważając na nich ani trochę. Widziałem jak tu przyszedłeś, słuchałem Twoich słów, a potem patrzyłem jak odchodzisz nie będąc ani trochę mądrzejszym. Czy zaczniesz w końcu uczyć się na własnych błędach, poszukiwaczu?"
- O w Gospodzie pod Gorejącym Człekiem
"Widziałem odległe krańce Wieloświata i wróciłem do Sigil, by o nich opowiedzieć. Stąpałem po ciałach martwych bogów i nawijałem promienie księżyca w Astralu stojąc naprzeciw tysiąca krzyczących rycerzy githyanki. Przekroczyłem granice egzystencji i patrzyłem, jak moja esencja drży przede mną. Cóż mogę dla Ciebie uczynić?"
- Kandrian w Gospodzie pod Gorejącym Człekiem
"Całe moje ciało cuchneło płynem balsamującym, ale nawet ten smród nie dorównywał odorowi krwi. Dziesiątki trupów leżało na niezliczonych splamionych krwią płytach, identycznych do tej, z której ja się podniosłem. Szczątki te, z niewiadomych dla mnie przyczyn, padały łupem koszmarnych mechanizmów, które zawzięcie się nad nimi pastwiły, kawałkując i szatkując je na miazgę. Jedynym dźwiękiem jaki dochodził do moich uszu był zgrzyt metalu i odległe odgłosy krzątaniny potwornych robotników, gdy przewozili kamienne płyty po zardzewiałych żelaznych torach."
- Bezimienny w rozmowie z Drzazgą
"Siła tkwi w poznaniu samego siebie. Nauczyłem się, że kiedy ktoś nie zna siebie, jest zgubiony. Staje się narzędziem w rękach innych."
- Pierwszy Krąg Zerthimona
"Nauczyłem się, że brak poznania czegoś może być narzędziem jak ciało czy stal jeśli - gdy je napotkasz - podejmujesz próbę poznania jego natury i tego jak zaistniało."
- Drugi Krąg Zerthimona
"Wytrwaj. Poprzez wytrwanie rośnij w siłę."
- Trzeci Krąg Zerthimona
"Tysiąc razy uległeś śmierci i odrodziłeś się z każdej z nich. Ale inaczej z umysłem rzecz się ma, umysł jest o wiele wątlejszy. Jego blizny są głębokie i nie goją się. Mózg okryty jest twardą skorupą z kości, trudną do złamania, ale bezbronną wobec tego co zżera go od środka."
- Ravela Szaradna w Czarnokolcym Labiryncie
"... jednym razem sztuka może rozpalać w Tobie płomień, ale innym może Cię tym płomieniem spalić."
- Mebbet
"Dybać to być śledzonym, ściśniętym, ściągniętym przez Twardogłowych, Ty tępy, pomylony trepie."
- Anna
"Jesteś srebrnym kielichem, który pękł, a jego odłamki zostały rozsypane pośród historii."
- Dwunastościan
"Jeśli od krwi wodę oddzielić można, śmiertelność można oddzielić od śmiertelnika."
- Ravela
Fall-from-Grace: Time is not your enemy, forever is.
Ravel: There is no room for '2' in the world of 1's and 0's, no place for 'mayhap' in a house of trues and falses, and no 'green with envy' in a black and white world.
Nordom: The issue no longer equals total logic.
Deionarra: You must die... While you still can. The circle must come to a close my love.
Deionarra: I shall wait for you in Death's Halls my love...
Transcendent One: Does he really *matter* to you?
Annah: He matters more to me than life!
Transcendent One: Then die.
Nameless One: I had to wind up dead in a place like this.
Nameless One: I wonder what it was I said that made death reject me.
Morte: Women were the reason I became a monk - and, ah, the reason I switched back...
Ravel: The past is past, and histories care little for a-speaking the truth of it.
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, I'm curious... What are you?
Morte: Me? I'm the head of Vecna.
Nameless One: I have committed many crimes across many lifetimes. I go now to a place of punishment. You cannot come with me.
Nameless One: You're going to eat me?
Ghrist: Aye, as soon as ye finish with ye damn fool questions.
Nameless One: You can try, but you'll die from a bellyache as I gut you.
Ghrist: I'll take that chance.
Dak'kon: Endure. In enduring, grow strong.
Dak'kon: There cannot be two skies.
Dak'kon: Steel marks flesh, but flesh cannot mark steel.
Nameless One: Well I, for one, plan on discovering the secrets of the multiverse by rubbing cottage cheese on my belly and eating vast quantities of fresh-water fish. Mmm... cheese.
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, what are you again? I don't believe you ever said.
Morte: Me? I'm *le petit Morte*.
Transcendent One: The weak suffer. I *endure*.
I teraz hity Nordroma
Fall-from-Grace: You know, Nordrom, you are perhaps the cutest little rogue modron I have ever encountered.
Nordom: 'Cutest' is a subjective term. I prefer the designation "fearsome cubed warrior".
Fall-from-Grace: Of course! That's why you're so cute.
Nameless One: It insults the dead when you treat life carelessly.
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.
[Fell explains one of the Nameless One's tattoos]
Fell: It is *torment*. It is that which draws all tormented souls to you. The flesh knows it suffers, even when the mind has forgotten. And so you wear the rune always.
Vhailor: Justice is not blind, for I am her eyes.
Dak'kon: 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.
Transcendent One: I am that which walks with all life. My voice is a death rattle, a last breath in the throat, the whisper of a dying man.
Nordom: A query, Annah: is your tail's purpose to indicate your current level of hostility?
Annah: [angrily] What kind of stupid question is that you pikin' sod box?
Nordom: My analysis is correct. Danger! Danger!
Morte: Hey Nordom, knock-knock.
Nordom: Why do you persist in addressing me as a door?
Morte: It's a joke, you stupid polygon! You're supposed to answer "Who's there?"
Nordom: I know who is there. It is you. Why would I ask a question when I already know the answer?
Morte: Just forget it.
Morte: Hey Nordom, calculate the easiest way for me to snuggle with Annah's pillows.
Nordom: Annah, Morte wishes to snuggle with your pillows!
Nordom: Nordom is a fearsome cubic warrior!
Nordom: Nordom and crossbows wish to go in search in trouble!
[the question asked of all who seek Ravel's help]
Ravel: What can change the nature of a man?
Morte: You know, it couldn't hurt you to be nice to me once in a while.
Annah: Aye, it would. Hurt me, tha' is.
Vhailor: When the injustice is great enough, justice will lend me the strength needed to correct it. None may stand against it. It will shatter every barrier, sunder any shield, tear through any enchantment, and lend its servant the power to pass sentence. Know this: There is nothing on all the Planes that can stay the hand of justice when it is brought against them. It may unmake armies. It may sunder the thrones of gods. Know that for all who betray justice, I am their fate. And fate carries an executioner's axe.
Nameless One: I see.
Vhailor: No, you do not see. Pray you never will.
Coaxmetal: Metal is like flesh. Both carry potential in their veins. When tempered with heat and pressure, the potential surfaces.
[about Fall-From-Grace]
Annah: I wish she'd fall from a great height. I might even bump her off meself.
Annah: Old Ward, also known as: Wanker City.
Coaxmetal: Start with a fragment of the enemy. A drop of blood. A crystalised thought. One of their hopes. All of these things tell the way it can die.
Deionarra: [to Nameless One] You shall meet enemies three, but none more dangerous than yourself in your full glory. They are shades of good, of evil and of neutrality given life and twisted by the laws of the planes.
Morte: One time you awoke obsessed with the idea that *I* was your skull and chased me around the Spire trying to shatter and devour me. Luckily, you were crushed by a passing cart in the street.
Fhjull Forked-Tounge: You know that if everyone was immortal, then this entire petitioner system would be up the famed fecal creek. Immortality is not a trinket to be given to unruly children such as you.
Vhailor: Perfection through punishment.
Nordom: I am cube de-cubed.
Nordom: I sleep in a drawer.
Nameless One: Can you speak?
Ecco: [She shakes her head at you and smiles sadly]
Morte: I love this chit already!
Morte: C'mon, Chief! We're in a building with some of the sexiest chits this side of the multiverse, and you're stopping to talk to *modrons*?
Nameless One: One foot in the grave and the other in hell.
Nordom: I think therefore I am. I think.
The Nameless One
* (After hearing Morte read the tattoos on his back) No wonder my back hurts; there's a damn novel written on it.
* Um... has anyone seen a floating sarcastic skull around here?
* Stow it, Morte.
* Another comment like that, and you'll be wearing your ass as a hat.
* I wonder what it was I said that made Death reject me.
* One foot in the grave, the other in Hell.
* No good comes of evil roots, I fear.
* It insults the dead when you treat life carelessly.
* If there is anything I have learned in my travels across the Planes, it is that many things may change the nature of a man. Whether regret, or love, or revenge or fear - whatever you believe can change the nature of a man, can. I’ve seen belief move cities, make men stave off death, and turn an evil hag's heart half-circle. This entire Fortress has been constructed from belief. Belief damned a woman, whose heart clung to the hope that another loved her when he did not. Once, it made a man seek immortality and achieve it. And it has made a posturing spirit think it is something more than a part of me.
* I HAVE COMMITTED MANY CRIMES ACROSS MANY LIFETIMES. I GO NOW TO A PLACE OF PUNISHMENT. YOU CANNOT COME WITH ME.
[edit] Dak'kon
* Hail, traveler. Your eyes have the weight of someone who has traveled far to be in this place.
* Your reasons for your incessant clicking are not known to me.
* Strength lies in knowing oneself.
* I may be bested in battle, but I shall never be defeated.
* Endure. In enduring, grow strong.
* There cannot be two skies!
* It was known to me that you would return; is it your will that our two paths be one?
* Steel marks flesh, but flesh cannot mark steel.
* 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.
* Your path is mine.
* I have been here before. This time I shall never leave.
* Balance in All Things.
* In knowing the teachings of Zerthimon, I have become stronger. [Level up]
[edit] Annah
* Looks like the Dusties lost one of their deaders!
* 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?
[edit] Fall-From-Grace
* I'm afraid that if you are to remove that... I would be naked. [When trying to remove her bodice]
* I must confess that Nordom is the cutest little rogue modron I've ever seen!
* A ring without a proposal? How improper! [When given a left ring]
* Oh! Does this mean we are engaged? [When given a right ring]
* Simple minds, simple pleasures... [When being clicked repeatedly]
* Time is not your enemy, forever is.
[edit] Morte
* Hey Chief, you okay? You playin' dead or you puttin' the blinds on the Dusties? I thought you were a deader for sure.
* I'm Morte. Like Latin... for Death.
* I am both happy and miserable, without the happy part!
* Women were the reason I became a monk - and, ah, the reason I switched back...
* What's eatin' you Chief?
* We should get some female zombies to join our party, right Chief?
* Come on! Let's shake a leg... Well... YOU shake a leg...
* Oh sure. I'll just... swing it with my arms! [When trying to equip him with a weapon other than teeth]
* Unless you've suddenly become a dentist, hands off! [When trying to take his teeth]
* You know, if I could click you, you wouldn’t know a moment’s peace!
* Flies wouldn't even land on your carcass! [Litany of Curses]
* Graaaace... you wanna put ME in your inventory?
* Graaaace... I need your sensory touch!
* You know, it wouldn't kill you to say a few words to me, fiendling... or hug me... or KISS me! [To Annah]
* Chief, we're being followed! Just look natural - uh... casual.
* This place is locked up tighter than a chastity belt!
* I-I feel like I'm in a cuckoo clock...a cuckoo-cuckoo clock! [In the Modron Maze]
* This is the worst place we could be in Sigil at the worse possible time.
* I'd just like to interject here and point out that I'm not going to say anything to spoil the mood, chief. I'll just float here and watch. Don't mind me, just sitting here, floating and watching, that's me. [Interjecting a moment bewteen Annah and the Nameless One]
* Alas, poor Dak'kon, I knew him well. [When Dak'kon dies]
* How many times must this fool die? [When the Nameless One dies]
* Talk about beatin' a dead horse! [When the Nameless One dies]
* That beauty sleep didn't help much. [When the Nameless One dies]
* Well, looks like another trip to the Mortuary... [When the Nameless One dies]
[edit] Nordom
* I think, therefore I am... I think.
* I'm a little modron, short and stout.
* The issue no longer equals total logic.
* Nordom and crossbows wish to go in search for trouble!
* I sleep in a drawer.
* Said desire will begin immediately.
* I estimate that Fall-from-Grace would be 51% more effective as a modron. Give or take 5.2%.
* I estimate Fall-from-Grace to be found attractive by the male sex of over 321423 separate species. Give or take 5.
[edit] Ravel Puzzlewell
* There is no room for "2" in the world of 1's and 0's, no place for "mayhap" in a house of trues and falses, and no "green with envy" in a black-and-white world.
* The past is past, and histories care little for a-speaking the truth of it.
* I am but a woman who has sorely... soarly? Soarly missed her beloved creation. Some have named me crone, gray lady, Yaga sister, night hag -- but MYSELF is my name, Ravel, Ravel who puzzles well, providing conundrums to decipher and laying impossibilities low.
* I have forgotten more of the Art than you shall... EVER... KNOW.
* It is a cruel, jagged world beyond the edges of this maze, and Ravel has pulled enough of its shards from her skin.
* You have forgotten your PLACE, HALF-man. Humility is in order.
* What can change the nature of a man?
o The question is also asked by others in the game, but was originally asked by Ravel.
[edit] Coaxmetal
* START WITH A FRAGMENT OF THE ENEMY. A DROP OF BLOOD. A CRYSTALLIZED THOUGHT. ONE OF THEIR HOPES. ALL OF THESE THINGS TELL THE WAY IT CAN DIE.
* METAL IS LIKE FLESH. BOTH CARRY POTENTIAL IN THEIR VEINS. WHEN TEMPERED WITH HEAT AND PRESSURE, THE POTENTIAL SURFACES.
* ENTROPY HAS UNMADE THEM.
* IMMORTALITY IS ONLY A WORD. ALL THAT EXISTS CAN DIE. EVERY LIVING THING HAS A WEAPON AGAINST WHICH IT HAS NO DEFENSE. TIME. DISEASE. IRON. GUILT.
* I FORGE THE WEAPONS BY WHICH THE MULTIVERSE WILL BE UNMADE.
[edit] Ignus
* Ignus wishes to BURN.
* When the Planessss burnnnn and all life is but torchesss, then Ignusss ssshall at lassst... be at peace.
* RI-KA-SHA!
* One day, Ignus will kill you all.
[edit] Vhailor
* I have AWAKENED. I am VHAILOR.
* Who goes there?
* Justice is not blind... for I am Her eyes!
* Mercy is a shield used by the weak!
* While we await, mercy and evil seep into the hearts of more victims!
* You will not escape my axe again!
* Your crimes cry out for justice!
* Perfection through punishment.
* Let my words carry you: JUSTICE is a TEACHER. In your PUNISHMENT, gain STRENGTH. Through your PUNISHMENT, achieve PERFECTION.
[edit] Trias the Betrayer
* A Man's mortality is a compass that points his way in life.
* I will not be judged by you mortal; not when you have lived the lives you have. Let me tell you of Betrayal: betrayal is cowardice... selling weapons to your adversaries out of fear that they might stop killing each other and turn upon you. Betrayal is refusing to lead by example. Betrayal is letting the Fiends run rampart through the Planes until evil has corrupted all hearts.
[edit] The Transcendent One
* THE WEAK SUFFER. I ENDURE.
* I AM THAT WHICH WALKS WITH ALL LIFE. MY VOICE IS A DEATH RATTLE, A LAST BREATH IN THE THROAT, THE WHISPER OF A DYING MAN.
* YOU ARE UNWELCOME HERE, BROKEN ONE.
* I SHALL BREAK YOU A THOUSAND TIMES, THEN BUILD YOU ANEW... SO THAT YOU MIGHT DIE ANOTHER DEATH.
* I CAN FORGE PLANES WITH MY POWER! I CAN UNMAKE YOU!
* SO YOU HAVE COME. THEN YOU SHALL DIE AGAIN.
* NO. I HAVE KILLED ALL WHO COULD HAVE LEAD YOU TO THIS PLACE. THE WALLS OF THIS FORTRESS SHALL BE SILENT AGAIN - YOU WILL TROUBLE ME, NO MORE.
* ASK YOUR QUESTIONS. BUT KNOW YOU SHALL NEVER REMEMBER THE ANSWERS.
* A NAME IS A CLOAK OF LETTERS THROWN UPON A MAN. IT MEANS NOTHING.
* THEN THIS IS MY ANSWER AND YOU ARE THE PROOF: NOTHING CAN CHANGE THE NATURE OF A MAN.
[edit] Other
* You truly know very little, about very little. Have you bashed your head against every rock that has fallen from the Mountain of Ignorance?
* Lothar, Master of the Bones
* I'll bet ye've got all sorts o' barmy questions! (She mimics your heroic stance) Greetin's, I have some questions... can ye tell me about this place? Who's the Lady o' Pain? I'm lookin' fer the magic Girdle of Swank Iron, have ye seen it? Do ye know where a portal ta the 2,817th Plane o' the Abyss might be? Do ye know where the Holy Flamin' Frost-Brand Gronk-Slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' Woundin' an' Returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-Out-Yer-Bum is?
* Elderly Hive Dweller
* They do not possess the true fire. They speak of creation and they boast of their potential but they do not create anything beyond the mundane. Their imagination is poor, obsessed with the small details. A true Dreamer, I say, creates a grand scheme and then concentrates on the details. Starting with the details is for the ants of the imagination - the small insects who aspire only to be fed.
* Nihl Xander, Godsmen Engineer
[edit] Narrator
* (on the opening of the Bronze Sphere) The sphere wrinkles in your hands, the skin of the sphere peeling away into tears and turning into a rain of bronze that encircles you. Each droplet, each fragment that enters you, you feel a new memory stirring, a lost love, a forgotten pain, an ache of loss - and with it, comes the great pressure of regret, regret of careless actions, the regret of suffering, regret of war, regret of death, and you feel your mind begin buckling from the pressure - so MUCH, all at once, so much damage done to others... so much so an entire FORTRESS may be built from such pain. And suddenly, through the torrent of regrets, you feel the first incarnation again. His hand, invisible and weightless, is upon your shoulder, steadying you. He doesn't speak, but with his touch, you suddenly remember your name. ...and it is such a simple thing, not at all what you thought it might be, and you feel yourself suddenly comforted. In knowing your name, your true name, you know that you have gained back perhaps the most important part of yourself. In knowing your name, you know yourself, and you know, now, there is very little you cannot do.
[edit] Conversations
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.
Nordom: (sharing his story with Yves) In the 13.7 Revolution, we were required to fix gear and cog subset 31 in the fifth ring of Mechanus. We removed the obstruction and the gear turned as per its normal speed. Upon completing our task, we were then returned to the Source.
Morte: What in the Hells was that, you stupid polygon?! That's the most boring story I ever heard!
Nordom: It was what took place. With embellishments, of course.
Morte: Embellishments?
Nordom: I thought the return to Source was a particularly fitting image to close the tale.
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, what happened to your body?
Morte: Oh! I'm the head of Vecna!
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, with a vocabulary like yours, you should spend some time at the brothel...
Morte: Hohoho! The gods are merciful!
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?
The Nameless One: Can you speak?
Ecco: [She shakes her head at you and smiles sadly]
Morte: I love this chit already!
Nordom: Attention, Morte. Did you know I have six sides?
Morte: (sarcastic) I noticed. Why don't you go and share your insight with the Chief, huh?
Nordom: Annah, does your tail assist you in maintaining your balance?
Annah: (sarcastic) No, it's fer scratchin' me back, yeh soddin' box!
Nordom: Yes... that is quite logical.
Annah: (sighs)
Hive Dweller: (Referring to Morte) Oh, look! A floating skull!
Morte: Oh, look! A talking turd!
Fall-From-Grace: Your mastery of discipline is impressive Dak'kon.
Dak'kon: In the eyes of Zerthimon, I am nothing.
Fall-From-Grace: Surely, you are being too harsh on yourself?
Dak'kon: A long road must I still travel. This... is but the beginning.
Ravel Puzzlewell: Life swallowed you and spit you out!
Morte: It swallowed him, but I don't know if he came out of THAT end!
The Nameless One: Where can I find this angel?
Ravel Puzzlewell: In a-leaving this prison, to another cursed prison will you arrive... though it may not appear as such to casual glances. Step a-lightly, and find the golden link in the ever-shortening chain. The light shall give the dark of the matter, and new paths shall open to you.
The Nameless One: Delightfully cryptic... though not surprising. Thanks.
Vhailor: When the injustice is great enough, Justice will lend me the strength needed to correct it. None may stand against it. It will shatter every barrier, sunder any shield, tear through any enchantment and lend its servant the power to pass sentence. Know this: there is nothing on all the Planes that can stay the hand of justice when it is brought against them. It may unmake armies. It may sunder the thrones of gods. Know that for ALL who betray Justice, I am their fate... and fate carries an Executioner's Axe.
The Nameless One: I see.
Vhailor: No, you do NOT see. Pray you NEVER will.
Nordom: Plane: Negative Material. Location: Fortress of Regrets.
The Transcendent One: (entering scene) AH... THE ROGUE CONSTRUCT.
Nordom: Sense of closure: imminent.
The Transcendent One: SUBMIT.
Nordom: You intend to harm one who has aided Nordom at cost to himself. Nordom will attempt to stop you. Prospect of success: slight.
The Transcendent One: (casting) THE BODY IS A SHELL. INTENSE PRESSURE MAY FRACTURE IT. SHALL I CONTINUE?
Nordom: You intend to harm him. Nordom will stop you.
The Transcendent One: (casting) SO BE IT.
Fall-From-Grace: It is difficult to seperate shadows from the darkness here. This is not a place meant for the living.
The Transcendent One: AH... THE TANAR'RI.
Fall-From-Grace: So, you are the spider that lies in the center of it all. I have many questions that you could answer. Your goals in this matter have not been entirely clear.
The Transcendent One: MY GOALS ARE NOT FOR YOU TO KNOW, FALLEN TANAR'RI. MY INDULGENCE IS ALL THAT KEEPS YOUR BLACK HEART BEATING IN YOUR CHEST; YOU MAY LEAVE WITH YOUR LIFE NOW... IF YOU WILL.
Fall-From-Grace: My heart is neither black nor do I fear for my life. My companions, my friends, are here in your Fortress. I shall not leave until we are rejoined and the man we follow has resolved this matter to a satisfactory conclusion. You have done enough harm - prepare yourself! (casting)
The Transcendent One: YOU ARE NOTHING. I CAN FORGE PLANES WITH MY POWER - I CAN UNMAKE YOU.
The Transcendent One: DOES HE REALLY MATTER TO YOU?
Annah: He matters MORE to me than life!
The Transcendent One: THEN... DIE.
Druga połowa cytatów ogólnie widać skąd pochodzi więc dostać je w grze po polsku nie powinno stanowić problemu. Pierwsza cześć no to już różnie pada. Ale chyba jest tu kilka ciekawych cytatów co można teraz zerknąć w polską wersje i napisać. Ale ogólnie teksty Nordoma i Morte wymiatają
Ravel: There is no room for '2' in the world of 1's and 0's, no place for 'mayhap' in a house of trues and falses, and no 'green with envy' in a black and white world.
Nordom: The issue no longer equals total logic.
Deionarra: You must die... While you still can. The circle must come to a close my love.
Deionarra: I shall wait for you in Death's Halls my love...
Transcendent One: Does he really *matter* to you?
Annah: He matters more to me than life!
Transcendent One: Then die.
Nameless One: I had to wind up dead in a place like this.
Nameless One: I wonder what it was I said that made death reject me.
Morte: Women were the reason I became a monk - and, ah, the reason I switched back...
Ravel: The past is past, and histories care little for a-speaking the truth of it.
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, I'm curious... What are you?
Morte: Me? I'm the head of Vecna.
Nameless One: I have committed many crimes across many lifetimes. I go now to a place of punishment. You cannot come with me.
Nameless One: You're going to eat me?
Ghrist: Aye, as soon as ye finish with ye damn fool questions.
Nameless One: You can try, but you'll die from a bellyache as I gut you.
Ghrist: I'll take that chance.
Dak'kon: Endure. In enduring, grow strong.
Dak'kon: There cannot be two skies.
Dak'kon: Steel marks flesh, but flesh cannot mark steel.
Nameless One: Well I, for one, plan on discovering the secrets of the multiverse by rubbing cottage cheese on my belly and eating vast quantities of fresh-water fish. Mmm... cheese.
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, what are you again? I don't believe you ever said.
Morte: Me? I'm *le petit Morte*.
Transcendent One: The weak suffer. I *endure*.
I teraz hity Nordroma
Fall-from-Grace: You know, Nordrom, you are perhaps the cutest little rogue modron I have ever encountered.
Nordom: 'Cutest' is a subjective term. I prefer the designation "fearsome cubed warrior".
Fall-from-Grace: Of course! That's why you're so cute.
Nameless One: It insults the dead when you treat life carelessly.
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.
[Fell explains one of the Nameless One's tattoos]
Fell: It is *torment*. It is that which draws all tormented souls to you. The flesh knows it suffers, even when the mind has forgotten. And so you wear the rune always.
Vhailor: Justice is not blind, for I am her eyes.
Dak'kon: 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.
Transcendent One: I am that which walks with all life. My voice is a death rattle, a last breath in the throat, the whisper of a dying man.
Nordom: A query, Annah: is your tail's purpose to indicate your current level of hostility?
Annah: [angrily] What kind of stupid question is that you pikin' sod box?
Nordom: My analysis is correct. Danger! Danger!
Morte: Hey Nordom, knock-knock.
Nordom: Why do you persist in addressing me as a door?
Morte: It's a joke, you stupid polygon! You're supposed to answer "Who's there?"
Nordom: I know who is there. It is you. Why would I ask a question when I already know the answer?
Morte: Just forget it.
Morte: Hey Nordom, calculate the easiest way for me to snuggle with Annah's pillows.
Nordom: Annah, Morte wishes to snuggle with your pillows!
Nordom: Nordom is a fearsome cubic warrior!
Nordom: Nordom and crossbows wish to go in search in trouble!
[the question asked of all who seek Ravel's help]
Ravel: What can change the nature of a man?
Morte: You know, it couldn't hurt you to be nice to me once in a while.
Annah: Aye, it would. Hurt me, tha' is.
Vhailor: When the injustice is great enough, justice will lend me the strength needed to correct it. None may stand against it. It will shatter every barrier, sunder any shield, tear through any enchantment, and lend its servant the power to pass sentence. Know this: There is nothing on all the Planes that can stay the hand of justice when it is brought against them. It may unmake armies. It may sunder the thrones of gods. Know that for all who betray justice, I am their fate. And fate carries an executioner's axe.
Nameless One: I see.
Vhailor: No, you do not see. Pray you never will.
Coaxmetal: Metal is like flesh. Both carry potential in their veins. When tempered with heat and pressure, the potential surfaces.
[about Fall-From-Grace]
Annah: I wish she'd fall from a great height. I might even bump her off meself.
Annah: Old Ward, also known as: Wanker City.
Coaxmetal: Start with a fragment of the enemy. A drop of blood. A crystalised thought. One of their hopes. All of these things tell the way it can die.
Deionarra: [to Nameless One] You shall meet enemies three, but none more dangerous than yourself in your full glory. They are shades of good, of evil and of neutrality given life and twisted by the laws of the planes.
Morte: One time you awoke obsessed with the idea that *I* was your skull and chased me around the Spire trying to shatter and devour me. Luckily, you were crushed by a passing cart in the street.
Fhjull Forked-Tounge: You know that if everyone was immortal, then this entire petitioner system would be up the famed fecal creek. Immortality is not a trinket to be given to unruly children such as you.
Vhailor: Perfection through punishment.
Nordom: I am cube de-cubed.
Nordom: I sleep in a drawer.
Nameless One: Can you speak?
Ecco: [She shakes her head at you and smiles sadly]
Morte: I love this chit already!
Morte: C'mon, Chief! We're in a building with some of the sexiest chits this side of the multiverse, and you're stopping to talk to *modrons*?
Nameless One: One foot in the grave and the other in hell.
Nordom: I think therefore I am. I think.
The Nameless One
* (After hearing Morte read the tattoos on his back) No wonder my back hurts; there's a damn novel written on it.
* Um... has anyone seen a floating sarcastic skull around here?
* Stow it, Morte.
* Another comment like that, and you'll be wearing your ass as a hat.
* I wonder what it was I said that made Death reject me.
* One foot in the grave, the other in Hell.
* No good comes of evil roots, I fear.
* It insults the dead when you treat life carelessly.
* If there is anything I have learned in my travels across the Planes, it is that many things may change the nature of a man. Whether regret, or love, or revenge or fear - whatever you believe can change the nature of a man, can. I’ve seen belief move cities, make men stave off death, and turn an evil hag's heart half-circle. This entire Fortress has been constructed from belief. Belief damned a woman, whose heart clung to the hope that another loved her when he did not. Once, it made a man seek immortality and achieve it. And it has made a posturing spirit think it is something more than a part of me.
* I HAVE COMMITTED MANY CRIMES ACROSS MANY LIFETIMES. I GO NOW TO A PLACE OF PUNISHMENT. YOU CANNOT COME WITH ME.
[edit] Dak'kon
* Hail, traveler. Your eyes have the weight of someone who has traveled far to be in this place.
* Your reasons for your incessant clicking are not known to me.
* Strength lies in knowing oneself.
* I may be bested in battle, but I shall never be defeated.
* Endure. In enduring, grow strong.
* There cannot be two skies!
* It was known to me that you would return; is it your will that our two paths be one?
* Steel marks flesh, but flesh cannot mark steel.
* 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.
* Your path is mine.
* I have been here before. This time I shall never leave.
* Balance in All Things.
* In knowing the teachings of Zerthimon, I have become stronger. [Level up]
[edit] Annah
* Looks like the Dusties lost one of their deaders!
* 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?
[edit] Fall-From-Grace
* I'm afraid that if you are to remove that... I would be naked. [When trying to remove her bodice]
* I must confess that Nordom is the cutest little rogue modron I've ever seen!
* A ring without a proposal? How improper! [When given a left ring]
* Oh! Does this mean we are engaged? [When given a right ring]
* Simple minds, simple pleasures... [When being clicked repeatedly]
* Time is not your enemy, forever is.
[edit] Morte
* Hey Chief, you okay? You playin' dead or you puttin' the blinds on the Dusties? I thought you were a deader for sure.
* I'm Morte. Like Latin... for Death.
* I am both happy and miserable, without the happy part!
* Women were the reason I became a monk - and, ah, the reason I switched back...
* What's eatin' you Chief?
* We should get some female zombies to join our party, right Chief?
* Come on! Let's shake a leg... Well... YOU shake a leg...
* Oh sure. I'll just... swing it with my arms! [When trying to equip him with a weapon other than teeth]
* Unless you've suddenly become a dentist, hands off! [When trying to take his teeth]
* You know, if I could click you, you wouldn’t know a moment’s peace!
* Flies wouldn't even land on your carcass! [Litany of Curses]
* Graaaace... you wanna put ME in your inventory?
* Graaaace... I need your sensory touch!
* You know, it wouldn't kill you to say a few words to me, fiendling... or hug me... or KISS me! [To Annah]
* Chief, we're being followed! Just look natural - uh... casual.
* This place is locked up tighter than a chastity belt!
* I-I feel like I'm in a cuckoo clock...a cuckoo-cuckoo clock! [In the Modron Maze]
* This is the worst place we could be in Sigil at the worse possible time.
* I'd just like to interject here and point out that I'm not going to say anything to spoil the mood, chief. I'll just float here and watch. Don't mind me, just sitting here, floating and watching, that's me. [Interjecting a moment bewteen Annah and the Nameless One]
* Alas, poor Dak'kon, I knew him well. [When Dak'kon dies]
* How many times must this fool die? [When the Nameless One dies]
* Talk about beatin' a dead horse! [When the Nameless One dies]
* That beauty sleep didn't help much. [When the Nameless One dies]
* Well, looks like another trip to the Mortuary... [When the Nameless One dies]
[edit] Nordom
* I think, therefore I am... I think.
* I'm a little modron, short and stout.
* The issue no longer equals total logic.
* Nordom and crossbows wish to go in search for trouble!
* I sleep in a drawer.
* Said desire will begin immediately.
* I estimate that Fall-from-Grace would be 51% more effective as a modron. Give or take 5.2%.
* I estimate Fall-from-Grace to be found attractive by the male sex of over 321423 separate species. Give or take 5.
[edit] Ravel Puzzlewell
* There is no room for "2" in the world of 1's and 0's, no place for "mayhap" in a house of trues and falses, and no "green with envy" in a black-and-white world.
* The past is past, and histories care little for a-speaking the truth of it.
* I am but a woman who has sorely... soarly? Soarly missed her beloved creation. Some have named me crone, gray lady, Yaga sister, night hag -- but MYSELF is my name, Ravel, Ravel who puzzles well, providing conundrums to decipher and laying impossibilities low.
* I have forgotten more of the Art than you shall... EVER... KNOW.
* It is a cruel, jagged world beyond the edges of this maze, and Ravel has pulled enough of its shards from her skin.
* You have forgotten your PLACE, HALF-man. Humility is in order.
* What can change the nature of a man?
o The question is also asked by others in the game, but was originally asked by Ravel.
[edit] Coaxmetal
* START WITH A FRAGMENT OF THE ENEMY. A DROP OF BLOOD. A CRYSTALLIZED THOUGHT. ONE OF THEIR HOPES. ALL OF THESE THINGS TELL THE WAY IT CAN DIE.
* METAL IS LIKE FLESH. BOTH CARRY POTENTIAL IN THEIR VEINS. WHEN TEMPERED WITH HEAT AND PRESSURE, THE POTENTIAL SURFACES.
* ENTROPY HAS UNMADE THEM.
* IMMORTALITY IS ONLY A WORD. ALL THAT EXISTS CAN DIE. EVERY LIVING THING HAS A WEAPON AGAINST WHICH IT HAS NO DEFENSE. TIME. DISEASE. IRON. GUILT.
* I FORGE THE WEAPONS BY WHICH THE MULTIVERSE WILL BE UNMADE.
[edit] Ignus
* Ignus wishes to BURN.
* When the Planessss burnnnn and all life is but torchesss, then Ignusss ssshall at lassst... be at peace.
* RI-KA-SHA!
* One day, Ignus will kill you all.
[edit] Vhailor
* I have AWAKENED. I am VHAILOR.
* Who goes there?
* Justice is not blind... for I am Her eyes!
* Mercy is a shield used by the weak!
* While we await, mercy and evil seep into the hearts of more victims!
* You will not escape my axe again!
* Your crimes cry out for justice!
* Perfection through punishment.
* Let my words carry you: JUSTICE is a TEACHER. In your PUNISHMENT, gain STRENGTH. Through your PUNISHMENT, achieve PERFECTION.
[edit] Trias the Betrayer
* A Man's mortality is a compass that points his way in life.
* I will not be judged by you mortal; not when you have lived the lives you have. Let me tell you of Betrayal: betrayal is cowardice... selling weapons to your adversaries out of fear that they might stop killing each other and turn upon you. Betrayal is refusing to lead by example. Betrayal is letting the Fiends run rampart through the Planes until evil has corrupted all hearts.
[edit] The Transcendent One
* THE WEAK SUFFER. I ENDURE.
* I AM THAT WHICH WALKS WITH ALL LIFE. MY VOICE IS A DEATH RATTLE, A LAST BREATH IN THE THROAT, THE WHISPER OF A DYING MAN.
* YOU ARE UNWELCOME HERE, BROKEN ONE.
* I SHALL BREAK YOU A THOUSAND TIMES, THEN BUILD YOU ANEW... SO THAT YOU MIGHT DIE ANOTHER DEATH.
* I CAN FORGE PLANES WITH MY POWER! I CAN UNMAKE YOU!
* SO YOU HAVE COME. THEN YOU SHALL DIE AGAIN.
* NO. I HAVE KILLED ALL WHO COULD HAVE LEAD YOU TO THIS PLACE. THE WALLS OF THIS FORTRESS SHALL BE SILENT AGAIN - YOU WILL TROUBLE ME, NO MORE.
* ASK YOUR QUESTIONS. BUT KNOW YOU SHALL NEVER REMEMBER THE ANSWERS.
* A NAME IS A CLOAK OF LETTERS THROWN UPON A MAN. IT MEANS NOTHING.
* THEN THIS IS MY ANSWER AND YOU ARE THE PROOF: NOTHING CAN CHANGE THE NATURE OF A MAN.
[edit] Other
* You truly know very little, about very little. Have you bashed your head against every rock that has fallen from the Mountain of Ignorance?
* Lothar, Master of the Bones
* I'll bet ye've got all sorts o' barmy questions! (She mimics your heroic stance) Greetin's, I have some questions... can ye tell me about this place? Who's the Lady o' Pain? I'm lookin' fer the magic Girdle of Swank Iron, have ye seen it? Do ye know where a portal ta the 2,817th Plane o' the Abyss might be? Do ye know where the Holy Flamin' Frost-Brand Gronk-Slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' Woundin' an' Returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-Out-Yer-Bum is?
* Elderly Hive Dweller
* They do not possess the true fire. They speak of creation and they boast of their potential but they do not create anything beyond the mundane. Their imagination is poor, obsessed with the small details. A true Dreamer, I say, creates a grand scheme and then concentrates on the details. Starting with the details is for the ants of the imagination - the small insects who aspire only to be fed.
* Nihl Xander, Godsmen Engineer
[edit] Narrator
* (on the opening of the Bronze Sphere) The sphere wrinkles in your hands, the skin of the sphere peeling away into tears and turning into a rain of bronze that encircles you. Each droplet, each fragment that enters you, you feel a new memory stirring, a lost love, a forgotten pain, an ache of loss - and with it, comes the great pressure of regret, regret of careless actions, the regret of suffering, regret of war, regret of death, and you feel your mind begin buckling from the pressure - so MUCH, all at once, so much damage done to others... so much so an entire FORTRESS may be built from such pain. And suddenly, through the torrent of regrets, you feel the first incarnation again. His hand, invisible and weightless, is upon your shoulder, steadying you. He doesn't speak, but with his touch, you suddenly remember your name. ...and it is such a simple thing, not at all what you thought it might be, and you feel yourself suddenly comforted. In knowing your name, your true name, you know that you have gained back perhaps the most important part of yourself. In knowing your name, you know yourself, and you know, now, there is very little you cannot do.
[edit] Conversations
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.
Nordom: (sharing his story with Yves) In the 13.7 Revolution, we were required to fix gear and cog subset 31 in the fifth ring of Mechanus. We removed the obstruction and the gear turned as per its normal speed. Upon completing our task, we were then returned to the Source.
Morte: What in the Hells was that, you stupid polygon?! That's the most boring story I ever heard!
Nordom: It was what took place. With embellishments, of course.
Morte: Embellishments?
Nordom: I thought the return to Source was a particularly fitting image to close the tale.
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, what happened to your body?
Morte: Oh! I'm the head of Vecna!
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, with a vocabulary like yours, you should spend some time at the brothel...
Morte: Hohoho! The gods are merciful!
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?
The Nameless One: Can you speak?
Ecco: [She shakes her head at you and smiles sadly]
Morte: I love this chit already!
Nordom: Attention, Morte. Did you know I have six sides?
Morte: (sarcastic) I noticed. Why don't you go and share your insight with the Chief, huh?
Nordom: Annah, does your tail assist you in maintaining your balance?
Annah: (sarcastic) No, it's fer scratchin' me back, yeh soddin' box!
Nordom: Yes... that is quite logical.
Annah: (sighs)
Hive Dweller: (Referring to Morte) Oh, look! A floating skull!
Morte: Oh, look! A talking turd!
Fall-From-Grace: Your mastery of discipline is impressive Dak'kon.
Dak'kon: In the eyes of Zerthimon, I am nothing.
Fall-From-Grace: Surely, you are being too harsh on yourself?
Dak'kon: A long road must I still travel. This... is but the beginning.
Ravel Puzzlewell: Life swallowed you and spit you out!
Morte: It swallowed him, but I don't know if he came out of THAT end!
The Nameless One: Where can I find this angel?
Ravel Puzzlewell: In a-leaving this prison, to another cursed prison will you arrive... though it may not appear as such to casual glances. Step a-lightly, and find the golden link in the ever-shortening chain. The light shall give the dark of the matter, and new paths shall open to you.
The Nameless One: Delightfully cryptic... though not surprising. Thanks.
Vhailor: When the injustice is great enough, Justice will lend me the strength needed to correct it. None may stand against it. It will shatter every barrier, sunder any shield, tear through any enchantment and lend its servant the power to pass sentence. Know this: there is nothing on all the Planes that can stay the hand of justice when it is brought against them. It may unmake armies. It may sunder the thrones of gods. Know that for ALL who betray Justice, I am their fate... and fate carries an Executioner's Axe.
The Nameless One: I see.
Vhailor: No, you do NOT see. Pray you NEVER will.
Nordom: Plane: Negative Material. Location: Fortress of Regrets.
The Transcendent One: (entering scene) AH... THE ROGUE CONSTRUCT.
Nordom: Sense of closure: imminent.
The Transcendent One: SUBMIT.
Nordom: You intend to harm one who has aided Nordom at cost to himself. Nordom will attempt to stop you. Prospect of success: slight.
The Transcendent One: (casting) THE BODY IS A SHELL. INTENSE PRESSURE MAY FRACTURE IT. SHALL I CONTINUE?
Nordom: You intend to harm him. Nordom will stop you.
The Transcendent One: (casting) SO BE IT.
Fall-From-Grace: It is difficult to seperate shadows from the darkness here. This is not a place meant for the living.
The Transcendent One: AH... THE TANAR'RI.
Fall-From-Grace: So, you are the spider that lies in the center of it all. I have many questions that you could answer. Your goals in this matter have not been entirely clear.
The Transcendent One: MY GOALS ARE NOT FOR YOU TO KNOW, FALLEN TANAR'RI. MY INDULGENCE IS ALL THAT KEEPS YOUR BLACK HEART BEATING IN YOUR CHEST; YOU MAY LEAVE WITH YOUR LIFE NOW... IF YOU WILL.
Fall-From-Grace: My heart is neither black nor do I fear for my life. My companions, my friends, are here in your Fortress. I shall not leave until we are rejoined and the man we follow has resolved this matter to a satisfactory conclusion. You have done enough harm - prepare yourself! (casting)
The Transcendent One: YOU ARE NOTHING. I CAN FORGE PLANES WITH MY POWER - I CAN UNMAKE YOU.
The Transcendent One: DOES HE REALLY MATTER TO YOU?
Annah: He matters MORE to me than life!
The Transcendent One: THEN... DIE.
Druga połowa cytatów ogólnie widać skąd pochodzi więc dostać je w grze po polsku nie powinno stanowić problemu. Pierwsza cześć no to już różnie pada. Ale chyba jest tu kilka ciekawych cytatów co można teraz zerknąć w polską wersje i napisać. Ale ogólnie teksty Nordoma i Morte wymiatają
Druga połowa cytatów ogólnie widać skąd pochodzi więc dostać je w grze po polsku nie powinno stanowić problemu. Pierwsza cześć no to już różnie pada. Ale chyba jest tu kilka ciekawych cytatów co można teraz zerknąć w polską wersje i napisać. Ale ogólnie teksty Nordoma i Morte wymiatają
Naprawdę imponująca lista, ale niestety cytaty w języku angielskim nie będą nam raczej użyteczne (lepiej zamiast tego podać po prostu miejsce dialogu czy monologu). Prosiłbym o cytowanie wyłącznie w miarę możliwości polskiej wersji językowej.
Oczywiście dzięki za to. Łatwo skojarzyć momenty, w których dokonano tych rozmów, ale prośba na przyszłość - tylko po polsku lub wyłącznie z miejscami występowania rozmów
Przeanalizowałem sytuację i po niewielkich konsultacjach doszedłem do wniosku, że jednak cytaty angielskie również się zdadzą. Po powiększeniu księgi z wersją polską - uzupełnimy w miarę możliwości również angielską. Tak też, jeżeli jednak macie jeszcze jakieś angielskojęzyczne przykłady sentencji i myśli zawartej w Tormencie z chęcią je wykorzystamy. Oczywiście podanie lokacji danej sentencji równie mile widziane.
Zawsze możemy przetłumaczyć wersję angielską.
No... chociaż część.
No... chociaż część.
Chyba nie damy rady przetlumaczyc tego lepiej, niz juz jest.. Arcydzielo godne Słomczyńskiego.. Wystarczy odpalic InfiExplorera i znalesc odpowiednie skrypty.. Ale mi sie nie chceeee..:/
Swoja droga, Darnath, wartaloby wzbogacic Zasoby na stronie Tormenta o Infinity Explorer.. Jakby co, moge podeslac, zreszta pewnie go posiadasz.. Mam jeszcze kilka innych ciekawych plikow, typu jakies questy czy itemy stworzone przez BI, ale wylaczone z ostatecznej wersji gry, Tome O'Cheats, Restoration Pack, konwertery plikow z filmami i dzwiekami na avi i wave'y i tego typu pierdoly przydatne dla starych wyjadaczy.. Jak bym przekopal stary dysk to pewnie znajdzie sie tego jeszcze wiecej, z czasow jak Torment sie ukazal i sporo ludzi staralo sie jak najwiecej z niego wygrzebac czy jakos go wzbogacic.. dokonania Plattera, Barrena czy AshaMcGowena miazdza schemat do dzis..
A moze po prostu moge tu zamiescic adres na stara strone Plattera? Toz to prawdziwa kopalnia-muzeum dla fanow Tormenta..
Swoja droga, Darnath, wartaloby wzbogacic Zasoby na stronie Tormenta o Infinity Explorer.. Jakby co, moge podeslac, zreszta pewnie go posiadasz.. Mam jeszcze kilka innych ciekawych plikow, typu jakies questy czy itemy stworzone przez BI, ale wylaczone z ostatecznej wersji gry, Tome O'Cheats, Restoration Pack, konwertery plikow z filmami i dzwiekami na avi i wave'y i tego typu pierdoly przydatne dla starych wyjadaczy.. Jak bym przekopal stary dysk to pewnie znajdzie sie tego jeszcze wiecej, z czasow jak Torment sie ukazal i sporo ludzi staralo sie jak najwiecej z niego wygrzebac czy jakos go wzbogacic.. dokonania Plattera, Barrena czy AshaMcGowena miazdza schemat do dzis..
A moze po prostu moge tu zamiescic adres na stara strone Plattera? Toz to prawdziwa kopalnia-muzeum dla fanow Tormenta..
A moze po prostu moge tu zamiescic adres na stara strone Plattera?
To może tak nie gadaj tyle, tylko zamieszczaj
Co do różnych modów, udziwniaczy itp- Darnath, podesłałam Ci parę na PW.
Myślę, że warto byłoby dodać na stronkę.
W końcu planescape.phx.pl jest pierwszą stroną w liście Google po wpisaniu frazy "planescape".
Dobrze, żeby poszukiwacze informacji na temat, trafiając na ten serwis znaleźli tu wszystko. Z wiadomych powodów.
Mialem na mysli pozwolenie od jakiegos modka, ale niech tam-
http://planescape.outshine.com/
Na zdrowie:)
http://planescape.outshine.com/
Na zdrowie:)
Nie zbanują Cię raczej za link 
O ile nie jest to jakaś wroga reklama
A stronka się bardzo przyda. Dzięki.
EDIT: Po przejrzeniu regulaminu....
Może nikt nie zauważy... Jak coś to zwal na mnie, że Cię podkusiłam do tego linka
O ile nie jest to jakaś wroga reklama
A stronka się bardzo przyda. Dzięki.
EDIT: Po przejrzeniu regulaminu....
4.6> Bez uzyskania pozwolenia od administracji forum zabrania się publikowania linków do serwisów internetowych o tematyce fantastycznej oraz gier internetowych w celach czysto reklamowych.
Może nikt nie zauważy... Jak coś to zwal na mnie, że Cię podkusiłam do tego linka
O, o, wlasnie o czyms takim mowilem..:P Wiedzialem, ze gdzies kiedys cos czytalem na ten temat.. Echh, baby..;)
Po zainstalowaniu tych modyfikacji gra stała się angielskojęzyczna...
Zależy których modyfikacji, przecież jest ich tam od metra.. Włącznie z łatkami zmieniającymi inne języki na angielski.. Chyba nie ładowałaś wszystkiego jak leci..?:DDD Osobiście polecam zabawę Księgą Oszustw, oczywiście w granicach rozsądku- daje dostęp do wszystkich przedmiotów i czarów, które zostały stworzone przez oryginalnych twórców i wycofane w finalnej wersji, a kilka, szczególnie zaklęć, jest naprawdę pyszniutkich. Choć muszę przyznać, że pokusiłem się raz o przejście gry na statach podniesionych od kopa do 25- nawet bardziej logicznie mi to wyglądało; w końcu tylko umysł Bezimiennego padał, mięso zostawało bez zmian (hmm, jak tak sobie myślę 'logicznie', to mądrość i charyzmę moglem zostawić na najniższym pułapie- ale to już bezsens, wymaxowałbym je w kilka lvl-upów).. Polecam zresztą ta opcję wszystkim, którzy już przynajmniej raz lub dwa ukończyli Tormenta..
Zainstalowałam cały FixPack.
Tak, Księga jest dość ciekawa. Postanowiłam jej użyć aby sprawdzić co się stanie gdy zostanę Milczącym Królem.
Jednakże z charyzmą na poziomie 25 nie miałam żadnej opcji dialogowej w rozmowie z Czerstwą Mary, która mogłaby mi ten wyczyn umożliwić. Może nie pogadałam odpowiednio z Hagrimmem albo coś...
Tak, Księga jest dość ciekawa. Postanowiłam jej użyć aby sprawdzić co się stanie gdy zostanę Milczącym Królem.
Jednakże z charyzmą na poziomie 25 nie miałam żadnej opcji dialogowej w rozmowie z Czerstwą Mary, która mogłaby mi ten wyczyn umożliwić. Może nie pogadałam odpowiednio z Hagrimmem albo coś...
Całego nigdy nie próbowałem, zawsze stawiałem na pojedyńcze pliki..:D Np. Księga działa po naszemu..
Musisz wejść do Sali Tronowej Milczącego Króla; Wtedy pojawią się Czerstwa i Hagrimm, zmartwieni tym, że skoro Bezimienny poznał tajemnicę, ich raj Nieumarłych się kończy. Wtedy Ty jako rozwiązanie proponujesz, że zostaniesz ich nowym Królem. Oprócz charyzmy IQ i mądrość masz, ofc, na maksa?
Musisz wejść do Sali Tronowej Milczącego Króla; Wtedy pojawią się Czerstwa i Hagrimm, zmartwieni tym, że skoro Bezimienny poznał tajemnicę, ich raj Nieumarłych się kończy. Wtedy Ty jako rozwiązanie proponujesz, że zostaniesz ich nowym Królem. Oprócz charyzmy IQ i mądrość masz, ofc, na maksa?
Tak, tak.
Tylko jak wejść do Sali Tronowej skoro Hagrimm ma klucz?
Tylko jak wejść do Sali Tronowej skoro Hagrimm ma klucz?
A jesteś już wolna, tzn. puścili cię na zewnątrz? Linijka występuje tylko jeśli jeszcze nie możesz wyjść z Ziem Umrałych i zdaje mi się, że po zabiciu tych czaszkoszczurów co się tam zalęgły.
BTW: Da się zabić Wielojedność?Zawsze kiedy próbowałem na początku nie udawało mi się, a po powrocie zapominałem o tym. ;]
BTW: Da się zabić Wielojedność?Zawsze kiedy próbowałem na początku nie udawało mi się, a po powrocie zapominałem o tym. ;]
Manto, do Sali Tronowej portal otworzy Ci Czerstwa Mary, jeżeli masz wystarczająco dużo charyzmy. Zrób misję dla Hagrimma, ale olej ostatni dialog, żeby poszedł do Milczacego Króla, bo pójdzie i przyniesie Ci rzekome 'ułaskawienie' (jako wyjaśnił Fhjull). Będąc wciąż więźniem Ziem, wyjaśnij Mary, że jesteś niesprawiedliwie uwięziona i potrzebujesz audiencji u Króla, bo Hagrimm nie chce z nim pogadać. Poczciwa Marta poinstruuje Cię na temat położenia portalu (w jednej z nisz obok niej samej) i klucza.
Rozdwojony Języku, temat 'wielojedność' na pierwszej stronie działu tego forum- Przewodnik po Wieloświecie wyjaśnia wszystko:)
Rozdwojony Języku, temat 'wielojedność' na pierwszej stronie działu tego forum- Przewodnik po Wieloświecie wyjaśnia wszystko:)