Myriade/Dialogue
It is copied verbatim from Outward, and is therefore copyright of Nine Dots Studio.
Talking Skull
(#0) ???: Hoy! You! Yes, YOU! Fleshbag! Over here! The boxes on the side! Check the boxes on the side! (→ end)
(#0) Myriade: Finally! Hoy there! Name's Myriade! Sorry, as you can see, I've kin’of fallen to pieces. (→ #1)
(#1) Multiple-choice:
- 0: A talking skull. Now I've seen everything. (→ #2)
- 1: You have spoken your last, monster! (→ #30)
(#2) Myriade: You're telling me! Fleshy people haven't been down here in ages! (→ #3)
(#3) Myriade: I'm the one who used to "lead" this merry band of undead cretins. And then the others got mad when I said not to eat the tasty offerings the living folk left outside... (→ #4)
(#4) Myriade: So the other undead tore me apart and stuffed my pieces all over the darn cave. If I could jus’ get to the old altar, I’d get ’em back in line… If you can put me back together, I’ll open the path there again. (→ #5)
(#5) Myriade: I put a spell to seal the door, to try to keep anythin’ nasty from coming out. The only way I can lift it is if I get in front of that door to undo the spell. Well, either that or I finally shuffle off this mortal coil. (→ #6)
(#6) Multiple-choice:
- 0: One thing at a time. First, tell me what's going on here before I decide to put you back together! (→ #7)
- 1: Alright, I’ll help you. (→ #22)
- 2: So I can just bash your skull in and the door opens up? (→ #25)
(#7) Myriade: Alright alright! There was a lot of blood spilled in the old fort. The victims jus’ couldn’t go to the afterlife. It caused a lot of Corruption to spill out, you know? (→ #8)
(#8) Myriade: I gave those victims a home here, where they can live the lives that were stolen from them. There's an ancestral altar they can tether their memories to, so they can remember who they were when they were alive. (→ #9)
(#9) Myriade: There's also plenty of Corruption to feed on, to cope with the hunger for life. It's not great, but it's enough to keep us sane. (→ #10)
(#10) Myriade: Then, those living people out there started stringing up dying people as tribute and my ghost pals stopped feedin’ on the Corruption, preferring fresh tasty dying life. (→ #11)
(#11) Myriade: But using Corruption as food is like milking a deer. If you don't milk it often enough, it'll just build up until you have a major problem. The Corruption has burst all over the Altar now, and it's destroying the memories we've stored within. (→ #12)
(#12) Myriade: If it's not dealt with, those ghosts will lose what little humanity they have left! Then they'll just devour everything around, including the living who've been feeding them so nicely. (→ #13)
(#13) Multiple-choice:
- 0: Sure, I'll help. Do you have any idea where to look for your body parts? (→ #14)
- 1: Now I'm more tempted than ever to smash you and move on with my life. (→ #17)
(#14) Myriade: Lemme feel for 'em... (→ #15)
(#15) Myriade: Ok, my torso feels like it's propped up on something, in a lit up area... Feels like there's minecart tracks nearby... If you can bring my skull there, I can probably feel for the other parts. (→ #16)
(#16) (You pick up the skull and take it with you.) (→ end)
(#17) Myriade: Hoy! You’re not seriously thinking about actually bashing my skull to pieces, are ya?! (→ #18)
(#18) Multiple-choice:
- 0: No, I'm just considering the possibility. (→ #19)
- 1: You're an undead. A life-eating monster. I'm doing Aurai a favor! (Smash the skull) (→ #20)
(#19) Myriade: Un-consider it! Un-consider it! This half-life isn't too much, but it's all I've got! (→ #13)
(#20) Myriade: Hoy, wait a minute! You're pulling my bone, right?! (→ #21)
(#21) (Despite the skull's protestations, you break it to pieces in one strike. A rush of mana pours out. The spell sealing the door to the Altar should be lifted) (→ end)
(#22) Myriade: Wha? Just like that? You're not curious about the old talking skeleton? (→ #23)
(#23) Multiple-choice:
- 0: Actually, I do want to know what's going on down here. (→ #7)
- 1: Not really. I just want to get this mess fixed. (→ #24)
(#24) Myriade: Not curious about the spooky, scary skeleton, and jus’ wants to help a fella! I like you, fleshbag! (→ #14)
(#25) Myriade: Hoy! You’re not seriously thinking about actually bashing my skull to pieces, are ya?! (→ #26)
(#26) Multiple-choice:
- 0: No, I'm just considering the possibility. (→ #27)
- 1: You're an undead. A life-eating monster. I'm doing Aurai a favor! (Smash the skull) (→ #28)
(#27) Myriade: Un-consider it! Un-consider it! This half-life isn't too much, but it's all I've got! (→ #6)
(#28) Myriade: Hoy, wait a minute! You're pulling my bone, right?! (→ #29)
(#29) (Despite the skull's protestations, you break it to pieces in one strike. A rush of mana pours out. The spell sealing the door to the Altar should be lifted) (→ end)
(#30) Myriade: Oy oy! Monster? I ain’t a monster! Jus’ a pile of bones trying to get by! I ain’t no threat to nobody! (→ #3)
Limb assembly
(#0) Myriade: Ah, there we go! Already better! Let's feel for the others now... (→ #1)
(#1) Multiple-choice:
- 0: I brought back your... hmm... bones. (→ #2)
(#2) Myriade: Ah, it's great to be in one piece again! Thanks for giving us a hand! ... And a leg and a ribcage! (→ #3)
(#3) Multiple-choice:
- 0: Funny guy. Now open that door, would you? (→ #4)
- 1: I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Where's the Altar we need to work on? (→ #4)
(#4) Myriade: It's in the frozen cave back near the entrance. It should be near the bottom of the ramp, where that nasty old Wendigo set up camp. I'll see you there! (→ #5)
(#5) (Myriade takes off at inhuman speed, his bones cracking loudly as he fades into the darkness...) (→ end)
(#6) Multiple-choice:
- 0: I'll be back with your missing parts. (→ end)
- 1: (Smash Myriade's skull and open the barrier to the altar) (→ #7)
(#7) Myriade: Hoy! You’re not seriously thinking about actually bashing my skull to pieces, are ya?! (→ #8)
(#8) Multiple-choice:
- 0: No, I'm just considering the possibility. (→ #9)
- 1: You're an undead. A life-eating monster. I'm doing Aurai a favor! (Smash the skull) (→ #10)
(#9) Myriade: Un-consider it! Un-consider it! This half-life isn't too much, but it's all I've got! (→ end)
(#10) Myriade: Hoy, wait a minute! You're pulling my bone, right?! (→ #11)
(#11) (Despite the skull's protestations, you break it to pieces in one strike. A rush of mana pours out. The spell sealing the door to the Altar should be lifted) (→ end)
(#12) Myriade: My missing leg feels like it's someplace low and open... If I really stretch it... There's water nearby with something swimming in it. (→ #1)
(#13) Myriade: One arm feels like there's a campfire not far away... If I really stretch it... There's crystalized Mana nearby... (→ #1)
(#14) Myriade: One arm feels like it's someplace kinda high up... If I really stretch it... There's the sound of little things scurrying not too far away. (→ #1)
(#15) Myriade: So, any luck? (→ #1)
(#16) (A badly cracked bone lies here... Whoever this belonged to must have died horribly.) (→ end)
Full body
(#0) Myriade: Thanks again for your help. We're taking care to eat away at the Corruption regularly. It won't be a problem again, I promise! (→ end)
(#1) Myriade: Hah, thank you. It was a JOINT effort! Eh? Ehhh? (→ #2)
(#2) Multiple-choice:
- 0: Har har, you're killing me, Myriade. (→ #3)
- 1: Stop! One more bad joke and I'll take you apart again! (→ #3)
(#3) Myriade: You ain’t no fun. I'll keep my fellow undead on a tight leash from now on. I won't let them forget what they almost became. (→ #4)
(#4) Myriade: Anyone who goes to nibble on tasty Montcalm Tribe tribute treats are no longer welcome to bind their memories here. I'm sure that threat will keep them from going bad again. A place where memories can stick is hard to come by. (→ end)
(#5) Myriade: I. Ow. Mind. Memory. Can't. Think. (→ #6)
(#6) Player: (The blast of Corruption from the altar seems to have stunned Myriade. You should give him a moment to recover.) (→ end)
(#7) Myriade: Things have gotten really bad while I was in pieces. The altar we’ve bound our memories to is smothered by the Corruption. It’s too much for me to eat away without losin’ my mind. (→ #8)
(#8) Myriade: I really hope your lady friend there knows what she's doing. Corruption this thick takes on a life of its own. (→ end)