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| - 1. '...ever learn to fly?' Dororan: You're a poet too? 2. '...eat redberry pie?' Dororan: You're a poet too? 3. '...get the evil eye?' Dororan: You're a poet too? 1. Yes.
* Dororan: Ah! Then I'm sure you can identify with the arduous state of my life. 2. Maybe a bit.
* Dororan: Oh. Then maybe you can identify with the arduous state of my life. 3. No.
* Dororan: Oh. How can I expect you to identify with the arduous state of my life?
* Dororan: My heart is stricken with that most audacious of maladies! 1. Angina? Dororan: Love! 2. Hypertension? Dororan: Love! 3. Coclearabsidosis? Dororan: Love! Dororan: The walls of my heart are besieged by love's armies, and those walls begin to tumble! Dororan: In the barbarian village lives the fairest maiden I have ever witnessed in all my life. 1. What's so special about her? Dororan: I wouldn't know where to start! Her fiery spirit? Her proud bearing? Her winsome form? 1.1. But why is this making you sad? Dororan: The people of this village value strength, stature and riches. I have none of these things. Dororan: My people are indomitable warriors, dripping with gold and precious gems, but not I. Dororan: I am not built for combat, and poetry has proven a life of poverty! 1.2. What do you actually need? Dororan: The people of this village value strength, stature and riches. I have none of these things. Dororan: My people are indomitable warriors, dripping with gold and precious gems, but not I. Dororan: I am not built for combat, and poetry has proven a life of poverty! 2. Get to the point. Dororan: The people of this village value strength, stature and riches. I have none of these things. Dororan: My people are indomitable warriors, dripping with gold and precious gems, but not I. Dororan: I am not built for combat, and poetry has proven a life of poverty! 2.1. There must be something you can do. Dororan: If Gudrun could ever love a dwarf, surely she would need to see my artisanry. Dororan: Will you help me? I am no crafter of metal. 2.2. Not to mention low stature. Dororan: You see! Dororan: If Gudrun could ever love a dwarf, surely she would need to see my artisanry. Dororan: Will you help me? I am no crafter of metal. (Accept the quest) Dororan: I need a ring of purest gold. Then we can engrave it with the words of my heart. Dororan: Oh! I know the perfect place to get a gold ring. Dororan: Edgeville's metalsmith, Jeffery, labours like myself under the weight of unrequited love. Dororan: Perhaps, if you took one of my love poems to Jeffery, he would trade it for a gold ring. -- Dororan gives you a poem. -- 1. I have some questions. Dororan: By all means. 1.1. Does it have to be a ring from Jeffery? Dororan: Yes! Jeffery's rings are timeless works of incomparable romantic splendour. 1.2. Where is Edgeville? Dororan: North of here, beyond a ruined fortress. It used to be a bustling den of cutthroats but it's quite quiet these days. 1.3. Why can't you go yourself? Dororan: Some time ago, Jeffery asked me for advice in acting on his affections. I gave him the best advice that I could. Dororan: Things didn't work out very well for him. One thing led to another and now he no longer wishes to speak to me. 1.4. Why can't you give a poem directly to Gudrun? Dororan: These love poems are written in the Misthalinian style. A noble barbarian maiden would be insulted, not flattered. 1.5. You want me to trick her into thinking you made the ring? Dororan: Oh no, nothing like that! I have the words, I just need your help with the tools. 2. I'll return with a ring from Jeffery. (Closes dialogue) Jeffery: Keep it quick. What do you want? 1. I'm here about a gold ring. Jeffery: You want to buy a gold ring? You want to sell a gold ring? You want to ask pointless questions about gold rings? 1.1. I was hoping you would trade me a gold ring. Jeffery: Trade you? Trade you for what? 1.1.1. This splendid love poem. Jeffery: A love poem? What? 1.1.2. Some old love poem or something. Jeffery: A love poem? What? Jeffery: Wait...that dwarf put you up to this, didn't he? 1.1.1.1. Yes, he did. Jeffery: That cheeky little... Jeffery: He can't just leave it alone, can he? Fine! I'll trade you for the poem. What is it you want? 1.1.1.2. I don't know any dwarf. Jeffery: I recognise his awful handwriting. Jeffery: That cheeky little... Jeffery: He can't just leave it alone, can he? Fine! I'll trade you for the poem. What is it you want? 1.1.1.1.1. Just a plain, gold ring. -- Jeffery trades you a gold ring for the poem. -- 1.1.1.1.2. The most valuable diamond ring you have. Jeffery: Well, all I have is this plain, gold ring. Jeffery: That will have to do. -- Jeffery trades you a gold ring for the poem. -- Jeffery: Now, leave me in peace! 1.2. Actually, forget it. (Closes dialogue) Dororan: 'I await in eagerness for a loop of lustrous grandeur.' No, that just sounds ridiculous. Have you brought me a ring from Jeffery? Player: I have one right here. -- You show Dororan the ring from Jeffery. Dororan: Thank you! That's exactly what I need! Dororan: Now, would you engrave something on it for me? 1. What do you want me to engrave? Dororan: I've given this some thought. 2. It had better be something impressive. Dororan: I've given this some thought. Dororan: 'Gudrun the Fair, Gudrun the Fiery.' 1. How do I engrave that? Dororan: Just use a chisel on the gold ring. 2. That sounds simple enough. Dororan: Just use a chisel on the gold ring. 1. Do you have a chisel I can use? Dororan: Yes, here you go. -- Dororan gives you a chisel. -- 2. Isn't a chisel a bit clumsy for that? Dororan: I've seen jewelcrafters use them for all sorts of precise work. 3. Okay. (Closes dialogue) -- You engrave 'Gudrun the Fair, Gudrun the Fiery' onto the ring. -- Dororan: Is it done? Have you created a work of magnificent beauty? 1. It's come out perfectly. -- You show Dororan the engraved ring. -- Dororan: You're right! It's perfect! 2. How does this look? -- You show Dororan the engraved ring. -- Dororan: Brilliant! That's perfect! 3. It's a complete disaster. -- You show Dororan the engraved ring. -- Dororan: I don't know what you mean: it's perfect! Dororan: Will you do one more thing for me? 1. Of course. Dororan: I fear she will only judge this poor book by its cover. Would you take the ring to Gudrun for me? 2. What now? Dororan: I fear she will only judge this poor book by its cover. Would you take the ring to Gudrun for me? 1. Very well. Dororan: Please don't tell her I'm a dwarf just yet. 2. I hope this is going somewhere. Dororan: Please don't tell her I'm a dwarf just yet. 1. Where is she? Dororan: Inside the barbarian village. 2. I'm on it. (Closes dialogue) (If talking to Dororan again before delivering the ring) Dororan: Please take the ring to Gudrun for me. (When talking to Gudrun) Kjell: Gudrun! You caught enough fish? Gudrun: Yes! I have plenty of fish! Kjell: Your father needs many fish to feed the freemen! Gudrun: I know! Kjell: Maybe you should sneak off to the outerlander city again? Buy fish in market, instead of catching them? Gudrun: Shut up! I'm much better at fishing than you. Kjell: You are not! Gudrun: Just guard the hut like the chieftain told you to! Kjell: Fine! Gudrun: Stupid barbarian. Gudrun: Sorry about that, stranger. Did you want something? Player: Are you Gudrun? Gudrun: Yes. Player: This is for you. -- You show Gudrun the ring. -- Gudrun: It's lovely! There's something written on it: Gudrun: 'Gudrun the Fair, Gudrun the Fiery.' Is it about me? 1. Yes. Gudrun: This is a beautiful gift, stranger. Thank you. 2. Presumably. Gudrun: This is a beautiful gift, stranger. Thank you. 1. This ring isn't from me! Player: Oh! Who is it from? 2. It should belong to someone just as beautiful. Gudrun: That's very flattering! You look like an adventurer, though? 2.1. That's right. Player: That's right. 2.2. Some call me that. Player: Some call me that. Gudrun: I'm sorry, I could never get involved with an adventurer. Gudrun: Oh! Who is it from? 1. A great poet. Gudrun: A tale-teller? A bard? My people have great respect for poets. 2. A secret admirer. Gudrun: Does that really happen? How exciting! 3. A short suitor. Gudrun: What? Player: A petite paramour. Gudrun: What? Player: A concise courter! Gudrun: This man, he is from outside the village? Player: Yes. Gudrun: I would love to leave the village and be romanced by exotic, handsome, outerlander men. There's a problem, though. Player: What's that? Gudrun: My papa, the chieftain. He would never let an outerlander pursue me. Player: Why not? Gudrun: He thinks all your people are our enemies. 1. So, you want me to talk to your father? Gudrun: I suppose that might work. 2. So, you want me to kill your father? Gudrun: What? No! Maybe...you could just try talking to him. Gudrun: I've tried to reason with him, but he's impossible! Maybe he'll listen to you. I know some of the others feel the same, but they're loyal to papa. 1. Where is he? Gudrun: In the longhouse at the north end of the village, drinking and shouting. 2. I'll see what I can do. (Closes dialogue) (If talking to Gudrun again before talking to her father) Gudrun: If there's anything you can do to make papa see sense, please do it. Chieftain Gunthor: Begone, outerlander! Your kind are not welcome here! 1. I need to speak with you, chieftain. Chieftain Gunthor: Make it short. 2. Be quiet and listen. Chieftain Gunthor: Make it short. Player: Your daughter seeks permission to court an outerlander. Chieftain Gunthor: WHAT? 1. Your daughter seeks permission to court an outerlander. Chieftain Gunthor: Do you have ANY idea who we are? 2. Are you deaf? Chieftain Gunthor: Do you have ANY idea who we are? 1. You're barbarians. Chieftain Gunthor: We are the storm that sweeps from the mountains! We are the scourge of these soft lands! 2. You're a tribe of primitives. Chieftain Gunthor: We are the storm that sweeps from the mountains! We are the scourge of these soft lands! 1. Please wait a moment. Chieftain Gunthor: We are the freemen of the ice. You think this is a settlement, but it is a camp of war! 2. Are you finished? Chieftain Gunthor: We are the freemen of the ice. You think this is a settlement, but it is a camp of war! Haakon: Chieftain! May I interrupt? Chieftain Gunthor: What is it, Haakon? Haakon: We have lived here since before the time of my father. Perhaps we are no longer a camp. Chieftain Gunthor: Your father? Do you honour him, Haakon? Haakon: Of course! Chieftain Gunthor: And do you honour Warlord Gunnar? Haakon: Of course, Chieftain! Chieftain Gunthor: Then why do you dishonour his name by abandoning what he fought for? Chieftain Gunthor: We will honour our fathers and we will honour Gunnar! Haakon: Yes, Chieftain. You are wise. I am sorry. Chieftain Gunthor: You! Outerlander! Player: What? Chieftain Gunthor: We are not friends, you and I! We are not allies! Chieftain Gunthor: Run back to Gudrun and tell her to remember her forefathers! Chieftain Gunthor: Tell her to think of Gunnar and what he would think of this insult! Now go, before I have Haakon dismember you. 1. I'm going! (Closes dialogue) 2. I'd like to see him try. Haakon: Come here and say that to my face, outerlander! 3. I'm going to challenge him right now! Haakon: Come here and say that to my face, outerlander! Gudrun: What did he say? Player: He mentioned someone called Gunnar, and that you should think about his feelings. Gudrun: By the eyeballs of Guthix! Always Gunnar! 1. Who is Gunnar? Gudrun: He was my great-grandpapa! He founded this village a hundred years ago. 1.1. You don't seem to share your father's attitude towards him. Gudrun: I think there's a difference between respecting my ancestors and obsessing over them. Papa thinks whatever stupid war Gunnar fought is still going on. Gudrun: I don't know. Maybe your mystery man has some ideas. Player: I'll ask him. 2. What should we do now? - Dororan: Did you give Gudrun the ring? What did she think? Did it capture her heart? Player: There's a problem. Dororan: It's because I'm a dwarf, isn't it? Or because I'm a poet? I knew it! I'm completely worthless! 1. No, she liked the ring. Dororan: Oh! Then what's the problem? 2. Would you be quiet for a moment? Dororan: Sorry! Dororan: Most cruel is fate! Most cruel! Why not? Player: He's obsessed with the stories of his ancestors. He says his people are still at war. Dororan: This village has stood for a hundred years! Player: I heard him arguing with one of the others. He says he honours his ancestors this way. Dororan: Really? Interesting. 1. Do you know a lot about the village's history? Dororan: Not really. I talked with Hunding, who guards this tower here. Dororan: An idea occurs to me, but it is hubris of the greatest magnitude. 2. What are we going to do? Dororan: An idea occurs to me, but it is hubris of the greatest magnitude. Player: What is it? Dororan: What if I wrote a poem? Forged a sweeping, historical epic? Crafted a tale to touch the chieftain's soul? Player: Will that work? Dororan: To win the heart of my beloved from her father's iron grasp? It is worth it just to try! (Screen fades black in and out) Dororan: 'Even the bloodiest rose must settle.' Mixed metaphor. What settles? Detritus. That's hardly flattering. Dororan: 'Even the rolliest boulder...' Player: How is the poem going? Dororan: I'm stuck! I'm a worthless wordsmith! My work is pointless! My life is pointless! 1. I'm sure that's not true. Dororan: I'm stuck on a word. By the colossus of King Alvis! I can't find the words! 2. What's the problem? Dororan: I'm stuck on a word. By the colossus of King Alvis! I can't find the words! Player: Maybe I can help. What sort of word? Dororan: I don't know! I'm not some kind of word scientist. I just feel it out as I go. Dororan: Maybe you could suggest some words to get me started. Then I can tell you more. Player: Alright, how about, uh... 1. Cucumber. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 2. Monkey. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'wandering aimlessly'. 3. Saradomin. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'day'. 4. Barbarian. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. (The following dialogue options appear in a random order) 1. Deviate. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 2. Roam. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'day'. 3. Veer. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'day'. 4. Traipse. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'day'. 5. Meander. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 6. Astray. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 7. Jaunt. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'day'. 8. Ham. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'day'. 9. Fey. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'day'. 10. Grass. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'day'. 11. Fish. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'day'. 12. Hay. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'wandering aimlessly'. 13. Beret. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 14. May. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'wandering aimlessly'. 15. Dismay. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 16. Tray. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'wandering aimlessly'. 17. Fey. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'wandering aimlessly'. 18. Stray. Dororan: 'And from his righteous purpose never stray.' Dororan: That fits! It fits perfectly. Right meaning, right length, right rhyme. Well done! Dororan: The poem still isn't finished, though. I have another missing word. Give me another one; anything, to get me started. 1. Stockade. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 2. Longsword. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'danger'. 3. Dungeoneering. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'yet'. 4. Grass. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'yet'. (The following options appear in a random order) 1. Debt. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'danger'. 2. Sweat. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'danger'. 3. Upset. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 4. Brunette. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 5. Storm. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'yet'. 6. Wet. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'danger'. 7. Hat. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'yet'. 8. Length. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'danger'. 9. Axe. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'yet'. 10. Risk. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'yet'. 11. Crisis. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 12. Peril. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 13. Menace. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'yet'. 14. Hazard. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'yet'. 15. Regret. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be one syllable long. 16. Set. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to mean something like 'danger'. 17. Threat. Dororan: 'But long is gone the author of that threat.' Dororan: Perfect! Yes! Dororan: It's coming together. We're nearly done! One more to go! Dororan: This one is tricky, though. It's a phrase I need. Someone did something. 1. Threw the ball. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'lore'. 2. Ate a tasty pie. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to imply some aggressive action, like 'started a fight'. 3. Schemed intently. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to imply some aggressive action, like 'started a fight'. 4. Went for a walk. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be three syllables long. (The following dialogue options appear in a random order) 1. Picked a rose. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'lore'. 2. Made a raft. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'lore'. 3. Learned to soar. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to imply some aggressive action, like 'started a fight'. 4. Cleaned the floor. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to imply some aggressive action, like 'started a fight'. 5. Heard a song. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to imply some aggressive action, like 'started a fight'. 6. Picked a fight. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'lore'. 7. Tamed a shrew. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'lore'. 8. Started a war. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be three syllables long. 9. Loosed a mighty roar. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be three syllables long. 10. Shut the door. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to rhyme with the word 'lore'. 11. Marched to battle. - 12. Settled the score. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be three syllables long. 13. Initiated a battle. - 14. Commenced fisticuffs. - 15. Counted to four. Dororan: That doesn't really fit. It needs to be three syllables long. 16. Swept to war. Dororan: 'Who then, in face of madness, swept to war.' Dororan: At last! It's done! It's finished! My finest work! Thank you so much for your help! Player: Are you ready to present it to the chieftain? Dororan: What? No! I'm a writer, not a performer. Dororan: I think the chieftain would respond best to one of his people. Perhaps you could ask Gudrun to recite it to her father? -- Dororan gives you the poem. -- 1. I'll get right on it. (Closes dialogue) 2. This had better be the last time. (Closes dialogue) (After talking again with Dororan before talking to the chieftain) Dororan: My poem is terrible, isn't it? The chieftain will probably have me killed. 1. Everything will work out. (Closes dialogue) 2. I expect so. (Closes dialogue) Gudrun: What have you got there? Player: Another gift from your mysterious suitor. Gudrun: A scroll? Player: It's a poem; a story to convince your father to settle down. You could recite it to him. Gudrun: Let me see that. -- You show Gudrun the poem. -- Gudrun: 'Gunnar's Ground.' Gudrun: Yes! I think this could work. I'll go to the longhouse right away! (Cutscene opens) Dororan: How long have they been in there? 1. They're just starting. Dororan: This isn't going to work. 2. You're late. Dororan: This isn't going to work. 1. - Dororan: What was I thinking? You should go in there and stop them before Gudrun makes a fool of herself. 2. - - 1. Okay, I will. Dororan: No! Wait, stay here, it's too late now. We'll just have to see how it turns out. 2. Don't be silly. - Dororan: I can't hear what's happening. Can you hear what's happening? Player: Gunthor is laughing at something. Dororan: He's probably considering the various tortures he has planned for me. 1. Why would he do that? Dororan: The poem says you can honour your ancestors by settling peacefully on the land they conquered. 2. Now you're just being ridiculous. Dororan: He'll probably find it insulting. 1. Now's your chance to find out. - 2. You're doomed. (Cutscene ends) Dororan: I hope they at least give me a decent burial. Chieftain Gunthor: Freemen! Freemen! I have an announcement! Kjell: Hear the chieftain speak! Hear him! Chieftain Gunthor: We have always borne the legacy of our ancestors, and we have borne it with honour! Kjell: FOR GUNNAR! Chieftain Gunthor: And though we honour them still, the time of our ancestors is past. This is the time of Gunthor! Haakon: FOR GUNTHOR! Chieftain Gunthor: Gunthor says: This is Gunnar's ground, bought with blood! Let it remain Gunnar's ground forever! Here we settle! Chieftain Gunthor: GUNNAR'S GROUND! Haakon: GUNNAR'S GROUND! (Another cutscene opens) Gudrun: That was brilliant! I must know who wrote that poem. Dororan: Um, that would be me. Hello. Gudrun: That line about beauty was for me, wasn't it? Dororan: Uh, yes. Gudrun: You're the mystery poet who sent me the gold ring! Dororan: Sorry. Gudrun: I have no idea dwarves could be so romantic! Come here! (Gudrun kisses Dororan) Gudrun: Papa was so impressed by Dororan's poem, he's made him the village poet! Dororan: I'm more than a little surprised! He even gave me a house to live in! Gudrun: Our people's tradition is that the tribe provides lodging for the poet. Dororan: It's huge! Gudrun: It's not in the village. It's east of here: across the river and north of the road on the way to Varrock. It's a big house with roses outside. Dororan: I think Gunthor wants to keep me close, but not too close. Oh, I found something there for you! Dororan: Whoever lived there before left a dozen pairs of boots in the attic. Dororan: I picked out a pair for you to thank you for all your help. Dororan: Underneath them all was this magic lamp. You should have it as well! Gudrun: We're going to the new house. You should come and visit! Yes, we'll see you there! 1. I'll see you soon. Dororan: Goodbye! 2. I'll consider dropping in. Dororan: Goodbye! Gudrun: Goodbye! (Screen fades black in and out) -- Congratulations, quest complete! --
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