Transcript:Lutwidge
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Standard dialogue
- Player: Hello!
- Lutwidge: Greetings.
- Who are you?
- Player: Who are you?
- Lutwidge: Well [laddie/lassie], I'm Arls Lutwidge of the Moonlight broadsword! Renowned all over Gielinor!
- Player: Can't say I've heard of you before.
- Lutwidge: You haven't... Heard of... That's madness!
- Lutwidge: Surely you've heard of my feats, but perhaps not the name?
- Player: Perhaps.
- Lutwidge: And yourself?
- Player: An adventurer mostly, but I've slain some dragons and I've conquered some nightmares.
- Lutwidge: Very good young one! Very good indeed!
- Player: So... Where's this famous sword of yours?
- Lutwidge: Gone. I gave it to a fledgling when I retired and the damned fool went and died fighting some great monster in a far off land.
- Lutwidge: Say... If you find it, could you bring it to me? I won't pay you, as holding such a magnificent weapon should be payment enough.
- Player: ... I think you need to work on your bartering skills.
- Lutwidge: Perhaps.
- (Shows initial options)
- What grand feats are you known for?
- Player: What grand feats are you known for?
- Lutwidge: I peaked rather early and most know me for my first act of heroism when I defeated the Moonfly. It may sound cute, but it killed many of the smallfolk and their livestock, for it was a vile creature.
- Player: Where'd it come from?
- Lutwidge: It was I that discovered the creature, I pulled it from the Lum during a fishing trip of mine. As young and foolish as I was, I dropped it down a dried up well and went for help. However, upon my return, the creature
- Lutwidge: was gone.
- Player: ... And then what happened?
- Lutwidge: Many years passed until suddenly there were sightings of a winged demon around the River Lum. Some claimed it was an overly large heron and that it was nothing to be worried about. As time went on, folk
- Lutwidge: started to go missing and I knew I had to return home and face this demon.
- Player: You left?
- Lutwidge: I had wars to fight, glory to be won and all that rubbish. Upon my return I spoke to an old crone who lived in the swamps and she gave me some advice. She told me to spike my armour and described how to lure
- Lutwidge: the creature toward me.
- Player: And you defeated it? The Moonfly?
- Lutwidge: Some bard wrote a poem of the events, the telling of the battle is a little embellished and rife with errors. The poem can be found in this library somewhere, providing it has been returned.
- Lutwidge: Did I defeat the creature? I wouldn't be here if I hadn't!
- Player: I'll be sure to keep an eye out.
- Lutwidge: Please do! And come to me if you have any burning questions about it.
- Player: Sure thing.
- (Shows initial options)
- Why are you here?
- Player: Why are you here?
- Lutwidge: I've grown old [laddie/lassie], heroes need to know when to throw in the towel, so they say. I've always enjoyed a good book, so it seemed fitting to stay here as librarian of the guild.
- Player: Hmm, the books are very interesting I thought there would be more though...
- Lutwidge: Well, that's why I'm here!
- Lutwidge: So many of you adventurers help yourself to any old book and never return the damn things! If I could have it my way, you wouldn't be allowed to wonder off with them, but I'm not the guildmaster, as Alec likes to
- Lutwidge: remind me.
- Player: Certainly sounds like you have a problem.
- Lutwidge: Ah, but I'm working on it! If you find any books with my symbol on them, be sure to bring it to me, I'll be sure to reward you!
- Player: What's your symbol?
- Lutwidge: Check out the fountain in the dungeon below, I based it on the artefact that powers it.
- Player: Ok, I'll be sure to keep an eye out.
- Lutwidge: Thanks [laddie/lassie], I like you already!
- (Shows initial options)
- Bye!
- Player: Bye!
- Lutwidge: I'll see you around, [player name].
- (End of dialogue)
Using Lutwidge and the moonfly on Lutwidge
- Lutwidge: Yes! Fantastic! Did you enjoy it?
- Player: Yeah it was alright, some of these words are a bit odd though. Did you really cover your sword in sheep blood?
- Lutwidge: Ah, a slight misunderstanding... I soaked it in sap from a yew tree, I guess the blood is a bit more dramatic.
- Player: Why?
- Lutwidge: The crone, long dead now, I suppose... but she claimed to be from the same world as the creature and knew of the ritual to summon it.
- Player: The poem does mention sheep though, at the end?
- Lutwidge: Perhaps some locals claimed to have lost some sheep, but my guess is that the bard was searching for a rhyme. Either way, I doubt it's a detail worth fretting over.
- (End of dialogue)