Forge Master/Dialogue
It is copied verbatim from Outward, and is therefore copyright of Nine Dots Studio.
Ruined Warehouse
(#0) Booming Voice: (As the complex Golem fails and breaks down, various nearby machines shudder to a sudden and final stop...) (→ #1)
(#1) Booming Voice: No! Don’t...Bah! Very well. You’ve bought Sorobor a stay of execution. But this is merely a setback. I can start over using other sectors of the Factory to produce the means of my revenge. (→ #2)
(#2) Multiple-choice:
- 0: There’s no need for more violence! Let’s resolve this like reasonable adults! (→ #3)
- 1: Looks like my job isn’t done, then. I’m coming for you, whatever you are! (→ #6)
(#3) Booming Voice: Have you ANY idea what you ask of me? If YOU had been turned into a monster, enslaved, and imprisoned for century...I doubt very much that mercy and forgiveness would be something you’d consider! (→ #4)
(#4) Booming Voice: After all that has been done to me, there is no alternative. I WILL have my justice! I will see Sorobor Academy burned to the ground! I will restore the proper order of things! (→ #5)
(#5) Booming Voice: My demands remain the same! Surrender all who serve Sorobor Academy by the end of 60 days, or reap the consequences! (→ end)
(#6) Booming Voice: Whatever I am?! I am Lord Duvernay, the glorious Forge Master! The last true high lord of Harmattan! You WILL respect me and the authority I wield! (→ #4)
Crumbling Loading Docks
(#0) Booming Voice: (As the Scourge Giant collapses, a bunch of the runic projections nearby flicker, vanish, then reappear. Various machines shudder to a stop...And never resume their work.) (→ #1)
(#1) Booming Voice: Damn you! All my progress, lost! Although, I must also extend my gratitude... (→ #2)
(#2) Booming Voice: That beast entered this facility with the purpose of destroying it. It crawled though a crack and began to swing its weapons at anything that moved. I feared it would ruin all hope I had of getting justice... (→ #3)
(#3) Booming Voice: Then again, had this Scourge not tried to destroy this place, it would not have accidentally reactivated my connection to my Phylactery, and let me regain control. In a way, I owe this thing a great debt, even if it was accidental. (→ #4)
(#4) Booming Voice: So strange that the very monsters I was commanded to destroy have been the source of my freedom not once, but twice...Perhaps this is a sign... (→ #5)
(#5) Multiple-choice:
- 0: Your purpose was to fight the Scourge? (→ #6)
- 1: You plan to ally with the Scourge, then? (→ #9)
(#6) Booming Voice: Did you think that these Golems could wage war against the hordes of Scourge all by themselves? No. I controlled them. I am the one who saved Harmattan all those years ago...And what was my reward for my sacrifice? To be buried here, forgotten! (→ #7)
(#7) Booming Voice: And in my absence...The other great lords of Harmattan fled like cowards, died like cowards, and let that damnable Sorobor Academy create a city where our accomplishments and legacies were all but erased! (→ #8)
(#8) Booming Voice: My demands remain the same! Surrender all who serve Sorobor Academy by the end of 60 days, or reap the consequences! (→ end)
(#9) Booming Voice: Hah, perhaps. Whatever lets me once more take my rightful place as a ruler of Harmattan and take my revenge. After all I sacrificed for the city...I deserve more than to be buried here and forgotten like this! (→ #7)
Forgotten Research Laboratory
(#0) The Forge Master: Not one step further, you vile, ignorant fool! In the name of the old lords, I, Lord Duvernay, command you to leave! (→ #1)
(#1) Multiple-choice:
- 0: You can’t order me around. I’m coming for you! (→ #2)
- 1: Sounds like I’m getting near the source of the trouble. Time to end this! (→ #2)
- 2: Please reconsider already! We don’t have to kill each other! (→ #2)
(#2) The Forge Master: You cannot understand my suffering, the injustice that I suffered! I was a noble, once. Of a powerful and storied house. Not once in the history of Harmattan did we lose our place on the ruling council. Even during the Scourge, I stayed to guide our people! (→ #3)
(#3) The Forge Master: And then those bastards from the Academy ripped my very heart from my chest, poured liquid metal in its place and chanted profane spells upon me! My soul was ripped from me and imprisoned in a device of gears and springs! (→ #4)
(#4) The Forge Master: They made me their prisoner, their slave! They turned me into this...This monstrous creature, a Lich, against my will! They used me, treated me like a tool, and saw to it that my entire legacy would be erased from history! (→ #5)
(#5) The Forge Master: But no more. No! More! I will send wave after wave of Golems to the city and bring Sorobor to its knees! And then I will take my rightful place as lord of the city, and as a hero who fought the Scourge! (→ #6)
(#6) The Forge Master: Turn back now, or die! I am an immortal Lich, far beyond anything a human is capable of! You stand no chance of victory! Flee if you value your fragile life! (→ #7)
(#7) Multiple-choice:
- 0: I’ve fought a Lich already. You don’t scare me. (→ #8)
- 1: Someone needs to put you in your place. I’m going to stop you. (→ #9)
- 2: Then there’s no point in talking anymore, is there? (→ #10)
(#8) The Forge Master: Oh, have you? If you think you can crush me, I dare you to try! I’ve had nearly one hundred years to plan my vengeance, a small annoyance like you will be no trouble! (→ end)
(#9) The Forge Master: Then YOUR place is a forgotten grave in this accursed maze of metal and smoke. Die and begone! (→ end)
(#10) The Forge Master: There never was, mortal. After all I’ve suffered, I cannot turn away from my path. Try to stop me, and you will face my judgment as well! (→ end)
Post-fight
(#0) The Forge Master: You...You monster...My immortality...My life...You’ve ripped it from me... (→ #1)
(#1) Multiple-choice:
- 0: You chose this path, Lich. You have no right to complain about the consequences. (→ #2)
- 1: I’m sorry it came to this. But you gave me no other option. I had to protect Harmattan. (→ #2)
(#2) The Forge Master: I did nothing wrong...Nothing you would not have done. Over a century of torment, enslavement, imprisonment...No one would have done any different. (→ end)