When first met
…Oh, prithee…art thou good Yoel's master? I am Yuria of Londor, a close friend of his. Thanks to thee, Yoel's soul is redeem'd. Allow me to express my gratitude, in his stead. (gives the player the Dignified Bow Gesture)
Another matter. Thou'rt a Lord, art thou not? Bearer of the dark sigil, and our Lord of Hollows. For the time thou remain'st our Lord, we of Londor shall serve thee. And I, of course, am also thine.
When greeted
Speak thy desire, honourable Lord of Hollows.
"Talk" command
Thou'rt a Lord, art thou not? Bearer of the dark sigil, and our Lord of Hollows. For the time thou remain'st our Lord, we of Londor shall serve thee. And I, of course, am also thine.
Oh, good Hollow. I'm afraid I must say… Orbeck of Vinheim is a cause of much consternation. He proclaimeth himself Lord of Hollows. If left alone, he may one day imperil thy rule. Fall to this matter yarely, else we are unraveled. Decisiveness is the mark of a true monarch…
"Talk" command
Orbeck of Vinheim is a cause of much consternation. If left alone, he may one day imperil thy rule. Fall to this matter yarely, else we are unraveled.
Our Lord and Liege.
Knowest thou of a youth named Anri?
He/She is Hollow, and will join thee in wedlock.
A fellow of mine guides him at this moment. When the time is ripe, thou mayst make thy salutations.
For what Lord taketh no spouse?
Ahh, greetings, our Lord and Liege.
Good tidings. Thy spouse is ready.
The time is ripe to greet him/her.
The boy/girl awaits thee, in the hidden darkmoon chamber of Anor Londo.
So thou mayst a true monarch become.
After performing the rite with Anri
Ahh, our Lord and Liege.
I presume thy holy vows are sworn?
Wonderful. Now thou'rt the true and deserving Lord of Hollows.
With a spouse, the strength to claim the fire is thine.
Thy Lordship, I prithee wrest the fire from its mantle.
I, Yuria, and all of Londor, embrace thy impending Lordship.
Our Lord and Liege.
I prithee play the usurper.
When the moment cometh to link the fire, wrest it from its mantle.
The Age of Fire was founded by the old gods, sustained by the linking of the fire.
But the gods are no more, and the all-powerful fire deserveth a new heir.
Our Lord of Hollows, it shall be, who weareth the true face of mankind.
After talking to Sister Friede before performing the rite with Anri
Ahhh, thy scent beseems most familiar.
A sweet fragrance, long faded from our own bosoms.
How this came to pass, I know not, but…
Take heed. Kindness can wear upon one's principles.
After talking to Sister Friede after performing the rite with Anri
Ahh, our Lord and rightful Liege.
Thy scent seemeth most familiar.
A sweet fragrance, long faded from our own bosoms.
My Lord, how this came to pass, I know not, but…
Take heed. Kindness can wear upon one's principles…
With Soul of Sister Friede in inventory before performing the rite with Anri
Might that soul be…
Nay. Nevermind.
It belongs to a woman from Londor.
To provide succour for the lord of Hollows surely would bring her much honour.
In return, thou needst only do her a small kindness.
Remember those who stayed by her to the end, in the shadows cast by fire…
With Soul of Sister Friede in inventory after performing the rite with Anri
Ahh, our Lord and Liege.
Twas the soul of my sister.
Elfriede… A poor wench turned to Ash, who would abandon Londor…
If thou wouldst, let it nourish thy Lordship.
And in return, do her one small kindness.
Remember those who stayed by her to the end, in the shadows cast by fire…
And lastly, my Lord, take up thy rightful mantle, of usurper.
When leaving
Till we meet again. May the dark sigil guide thee.
Upon her death
Kaathe, I have failed thee…