Usuário Discussão:Ivax

Antes do Update 10.20.
Jogador: Hi
A Wrinkled Bonelord: What is this? An optically challenged entity called Jogador. How fascinating!
Jogador: Death
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Yes, yes, I will kill you soon enough, now let me continue my investigation on you.
Jogador: God
A Wrinkled Bonelord: They will mourn the day they abandoned us.
Jogador: Job
A Wrinkled Bonelord: I am the great librarian.
Jogador: Library
A Wrinkled Bonelord: It's a fine library, isn't it?
Jogador: Name
A Wrinkled Bonelord: I am 486486 and NOT 'Blinky' as some people called me ... before they died.
Jogador: Tibia
A Wrinkled Bonelord: It's 1, not 'Tibia', silly.
Jogador: Cyclops
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Uglyness incarnate. One eye! Imagine that! Horrible!
Jogador: Elves
A Wrinkled Bonelord: These fools and their superstitious life cult don't understand anything of importance.
Jogador: Excalibug
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Only inferior species need weapons.
Jogador: Ab'Dendriel
A Wrinkled Bonelord: I heard that elves moved in upstairs.
Jogador: Numbers
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Numbers are essential. They are the secret behind the scenes. If you are a master of mathematics you are a master over life and death.
Jogador: Book
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Our books are written in 469, of course you can't understand them.
Jogador: 469
A Wrinkled Bonelord: The language of my kind. Superior to any other language and only to be spoken by entities with enough eyes to blink it.
Jogador: Orc
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Noisy pests.
Jogador: Minotaur
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Their mages are so close to the truth. Closer then they know and closer then it's good for them.
Jogador: Humans
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Good tools to work with ... After their death, that is.
Jogador: Bye
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Wait right there. I will eat you after writing down what I found out.

Após o Update 10.20.
Jogador: Hi
A Wrinkled Bonelord: What's this? An optically challenged entity called Jogador. How fascinating!
Jogador: Tibia
A Wrinkled Bonelord: It's 1, not 'Tibia', silly.
Jogador: Gods
A Wrinkled Bonelord: They will mourn the day they abandoned us.
Jogador: Ab'dendriel
A Wrinkled Bonelord: I heard that elves moved in upstairs.
Jogador: Death
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Yes, yes, I'll kill you soon enough, now let me continue my investigations about you.
Jogador: Library
A Wrinkled Bonelord: It's a fine library, isn't it? All this knowledge! All those books!
Jogador: Books
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Our books are written in 469, of course you can't understand them.
Jogador: 469
A Wrinkled Bonelord: The language of my kind. Superior to any other language and only to be spoken by entities with enough eyes to blink it.
Jogador: Language
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Our language is beyond comprehension by your lesser beings. It heavily relies on mathemagic ...
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Your brain is not suited for the mathemagical processing necessary to understand our language ...
A Wrinkled Bonelord: To decipher even our most basic texts, it would need a genius that can calculate numbers within seconds in his brain.
Jogador: Our
A Wrinkled Bonelord: The world is full of inferior species. Once, our race ruled the whole world, but then the gods destroyed our empire ...
A Wrinkled Bonelord: But our race is proficient in the return from death. One day we will rise again, that's for sure!
Jogador: Numbers
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Numbers are essential. They are the secret behind the scenes. If you are a master of mathematics, you are a master over life and death.
Jogador: Name
A Wrinkled Bonelord: I'm 486486 and NOT 'Blinky' as some people called me ... before they died. So don't ... confuse your numbers, as my kind says.
Jogador: Job
A Wrinkled Bonelord: I'm the great librarian of this library of a once great city.
Jogador: Librarian
A Wrinkled Bonelord: So much knowledge was lost in the great wars when we had to retreat to hidden places beneath the surface ...
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Most of our data storages are lost and so are the means to read or recreate some of them ...
A Wrinkled Bonelord: We had to use the primitive storage form of books to recreate some of the lost knowledge. In the past, we used far more advanced forms of storage ...
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Such as bound spirits but also means your puny brain would never be able to comprehend.
Jogador: City
A Wrinkled Bonelord: This city is nothing but a pale shadow compared to the cities of the past. Our race was forced to retreat to such insignificant underground outposts after the wars.
Jogador: Wars
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Our race has fought many wars in the past and has won most of them. Sometimes, though, it takes only one loss to bring a race down ...
A Wrinkled Bonelord: All the more if the gods you are fighting for, turn out to be traitors.
Jogador: Cyclops
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Ugliness incarnated. Only one eye! Imagine that! How horrible!
Jogador: Elves
A Wrinkled Bonelord: These fools and their superstitious life cult don't understand anything of importance.
Jogador: Excalibug
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Only inferior species need weapons.
Jogador: Ab'dendriel
A Wrinkled Bonelord: I heard that elves moved in upstairs.
Jogador: Orcs
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Noisy pests.
Jogador: Minotaurs
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Their mages are so close to the truth. Closer than they know and closer than it's good for them.
Jogador: Humans
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Good tools to work with ... once they are dead, that is.
Jogador: Blinky
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Interesting how foolish you are. Take this and see how long you'll last.
Jogador: Bonelord
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Our race is very old. Over the time, we have been given many different names by other races ...
A Wrinkled Bonelord: The term bonelord sticks to us for quite a while now ...
A Wrinkled Bonelord: In our language the name of our race is not fixed but a complex formula, and as such it always changes for the subjective viewer.
Jogador: 0
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Go and wash your eyes for using this obscene number!
Jogador: Bye
A Wrinkled Bonelord: Wait right there. I'll eat you right after writing down what I found out.Jogador: Hi
Dreadeye: Ah, a visitor to intimidate. Splendid!
Jogador: Intimidate
Dreadeye: An amusing question in its own, naive way. Let me put it this way: I have become an outcast, and am no longer free to move about my own city. ...
Dreadeye: However, despite their limitations, my kind still regard me as useful. I can do .. things they can't or won't do. So I am of value to them. ...
Dreadeye: I have gained magnificent insights into things lesser bonelords could only dream of at the price of losing touch with concepts common amongst my kin. An insignificant price to pay for the riches I have gained! ...
Dreadeye: This makes me valuable .. for the moment. They come to me in secrecy to ask for my guidance in their petty schemes. ...
Dreadeye: They need my genius for help and that makes them less inclined to get rid of me. If the incompetent fools mess up and things go horribly wrong then they have a scapegoat to blame - me. ...
Dreadeye: However, I am just biding my time. One of these days, they will come for me .. and I'll be gone.
Jogador: Bonelord
Dreadeye: You only know my race from the remnants that are scattered through this world. These remnants are nothing when compared with those bonelords who grasped the world by its throat in the glorious days of our dominance! ...
Dreadeye: We were the rulers, the ultimate masters. Fate and the Gods betrayed us. Stole what was rightfully ours. But we have survived. We are still here. What once was ours will become ours again. ...
Dreadeye: We just have to wait. Patience is our power.
Jogador: Language
Dreadeye: Only true bonelords can understand our language. Even I in my... changed state have a hard time understanding even the simple parts of our writings and some parts of it are completely alien to me now. ...
Dreadeye: You, human, will never understand our language as you will never understand our ways.
Jogador: City
Dreadeye: This city was built by enslaved corpses and souls. It oozes pain and despair. Just how my people like it. Sadly, it is only a pale memory of the past. ...
Dreadeye: In ancient times our cities were symphonies of agony, choruses of lost souls. Ah, the marvels of long gone times. How pitiable, that we lack the resources to enslave your puny race to sculpt something as glorious as the cities of the past. ...
Dreadeye: But, our time will come again! We merely need to wait. When the time comes, we will be ready. ...
Dreadeye: All it needs is a well timed push in the right place, human, and we will retake our rightful place and the agonised screams of your kind will be music in our ears!
Jogador: Name
Dreadeye: Be grateful that you can't even hope to grasp the concept behind my name. When I was more... active and had dealings with your race, captured specimens referred to me in your language as 'dreadeye'. ...
Dreadeye: While they still had the ability to speak, that is. That will have to suffice.
Jogador: Telas
Dreadeye: He is a desperate fool, turning to me for guidance, for those who deal with us pay a high price - they serve us as undead slaves for eternity, muhaha! ...
Dreadeye: And a lucky fool for I have my reasons to oblige his request.
Jogador: Golem
Dreadeye: Ah yes, the issue of golems. I know. Much of the knowledge on this subject that my race have... acquired over the centuries is at my disposal. ...
Dreadeye: And I am disposed to share it. Ah, I guess you are surprised, mortal? Well there are... issues you cannot possibly hope to understand with your limited mind. Actually I can hardly comprehend them myself. ...
Dreadeye: But my madness brings certain insights. There is no need to understand, there is only the need to do what has to be done. I will make sure one of my messengers delivers Telas the information he requires. ...
Dreadeye: I hope he does not scare easily.
Jogador: Yalahari
Dreadeye: A vain and elusive race. Powerful enough to defy the Gods... so they thought. Now their power is gone, their race declined. They exist still, broken, bereft of any true power. ...
Dreadeye: They are as good as dead. With our expertise in necromancy, we recognize the signs of death when we see them. Unlike us bonelords they will never rise again.
Jogador: Necromancy
Dreadeye: What you understand under the term necromancy is only the tip of the iceberg compared to what we are doing, puny human. We are the masters of souls. ...
Dreadeye: Creators, shapers, masters. Ours is a complete realm beyond your understanding. Our knowledge borders the realms of apotheosis and it is only a matter of time until the final step is taken.
Jogador: Apotheosis
Dreadeye: You could not hope to understand it anyway. But we were close. So close that the Gods struck down our empire and our race. But we survived. We are still here. And our time will come. You can't delay the inevitable.
Jogador: Bye
Dreadeye: Bye. Think twice before you return here.