When first met:
Name thyself, stranger.
I am Yorshka, Captain of the Darkmoon Knights.
What beckon'd thee to such a place?
Choosing "Perform Darkmoon Loyalty":
Thou think'st to-
Very well. Captain to this knightless company, I remain.
I will grant thee purpose.
Thou'st journeyed far; hear my voice.
If thou shalt swear by the covenant, to become
A shadow of Father Gwyn and Sister Gwynevere,
A blade that shall hunt the foes of our Lords;
Then I place thee under the aegis, and the power, of the Darkmoon.
Thou'rt now a Blade of the Darkmoon.
The only knight of our Company.
Swear this oath, and face thy solemn duty. (gives the player the Blade of the Darkmoon)
When talked to again
Long ago, our father Gwyn, lamenting the waning of the fire, became cinder of his own will.
Now, the fire is linked by the champions who have come in his stead.
Such if the will of father, and the gods. And so the Darkmoon knights took arms, to watch over those who link the fire.
But long ago, our company lost its last proper knight.
Only its covenant was preserved, to this day, until the time of thy visit.
Heirdom taketh many forms, indeed.
When talked to a third time
May I pose thee a question?
This tower, this prison, stands tall and solitary, the contraption bridging its lower reaches long unmoving.
So… by what path didst thou here ascend?
Art thou a creature of the air, or other winged thing?
Choosing "No, I can't fly"
No, of course not.
Forgive my prying. Think no more on mine asking.
I am ashamed to say, I know very little, of anything…
Choosing "I can fly"
Oh, my! I imagined it might be so.
Then thou'rt a dragon, or perhaps a crow?
Whatever thou beest, thou'rt wondrous strange, yet strangely familiar, visitor.
Laughs
On turning in 10 ears, to recieve the Darkmoon Ring
My Blade of the Darkmoon, thy deeds merit great worship.
As Captain, 'tis my duty to honour knights of great accomplishment.
Please, it is thine, and not lightly given.
As a shade of Father Gwyn and Sister Gwynevere,
Persevere in thy knightly duty, hunting down the gods' would-be foes.
On turning in 30 ears, to recieve the Darkmoon Blade miracle:
My Blade of the Darkmoon, thy deeds merit great worship.
I, Yorshka, captain of this company, hereby recognise thy service.
This is a wonder of the Darkmoon, inherited from my brother for this very purpose.
Please, take this. Thou'rt most deserving of it.
As a shade of Father Gwyn and Sister Gwynevere,
Persevere in thy knightly duty, hunting down the gods' would-be foes.
…I would speak to my brother of this, one day. Of the shining new hope that joined our dear company.
I speak of thee, of course.
[Laughs]
When talked to, option 2. (maybe only on covenant-rank 2)
The Darkmoon Knights were once led by my elder brother, the Dark sun Gwyndolin
But he was stricken by illness, and leadership of the knights fell to me.
Then Sulyvahn wrongfully proclaimed himself Pontif, and took me Prisoner.
Oh where could my dear brother be?
If only he were here, I would be most pleased for ye both to meet.
As, most assuredly, would he.
[Laughs]
Greeting
Oh, good Blade of the Darkmoon, welcome home.
If I can provide thee succor, only tell me how.
Leaving
Off so soon?
May the Darkmoon watch over thee.
When being killed
Dear brother, forgive me…
