Errol/Dialogue

==E07A_Mothman_Dialogue==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	With each communion, the tomes here should reveal more Truth to you. How enviable... 	Intrigued, but then some seething jealousy
 	 	 	Mmm. Your smell. Alluring. Makes me want to... rip you open. 	Likes what he... smells?
 	 	 	The Wise One is the only one who understands. The only one who can show me what I must see. Who I must see. 	To himself
 	 	 	The Wise One always leaves when they begin to scream. Why? Does he not find them worthy? Or me? Surely not. 	To himself, slight confusion
 	 	 	Before my first communion, I was lost. A rabid dog eating table scraps. Now he has shown me to my seat at the finest restaurants... For the finest meals.	Appreciative
 	 	 	The tomes we keep here speak truths that not all can see. Can you read them, I wonder? Can you peer upon them all? 	Genuine curiosity
 	 	 	Your eyes. They are like my own. Learning. Hungry... Perhaps hungrier still. Do the tomes here tell you more than me I wonder? 	Fascinated
 	 	 	If only I could pluck them from your skull and see the world through them myself... 	Devious
 	 	 	Those voices he hears... What do they tell him? How can I hear them too? What prey can they reveal to me? 	To himself, a bit jealous
 	 	 	They are wasted on him. He bickers and cowers. He holds a gift, and he wastes it. 	A bit spiteful
 	 	 	Johanna seems to understand. I wonder what the Wise One has shown her... 	"Yohanna" -- Amused, curious
 	 	 	I miss the Lantern's glow. My hunts often send me far from home, but never like this. I can barely see its shine from here. 	Missing his home. The Lantern is a location.
 	 	 	This Equinox has allowed him to show me my next meal. I am eternally grateful for his guidance. If only he would join me at the table. 	Grateful to the player, then a sad aside to self
 	 	 	I envy the blood your lot spills during our ritual. But alas, my duties as Observer prevent me from participating in the festivities. 	Feels left out
 	 	 	I see... Oh, I see... (chuckle) 	Hearing a secret, devious
 	 	 	I am thankful for what I've been shown. My hunger will be satiated soon. 	Devious
==E07A_Mothman==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	A fine start, but our work is far from complete. False prophets of the pretenders, clamber throughout this sacred ground. 	Cold
 	 	 	Their presence corrupts our ritual. Their faint flickers must be snuffed out. Hunt them, destroy them, fill the streets with their foul ichor.	Sinister
 	 	 	The Interpreter needs you. Speak with him on the roof of the Wise One's Museum. 	Cold
 	 	 	Filthy, disgusting vines... 	Disgusted
 	 	 	Look for eyes that glow. They believe themselves to be the pretenders incarnate. Rip those silly glasses from their skulls. 	With a slight grin
 	 	 	The ritual cannot begin if they still live. Hunt them. 	Devilish command
 	 	 	Their deaths please me. This pyre will burn brightly now. 	Satisfied
 	 	 	Breathe in the dust... Let it guide you... Let it show you... 	Intoxicated on the chemicals
 	 	 	We have failed... Protect the other pyres and perhaps I can overlook this incompetence... 	Slightly fuming
 	 	 	I am ready, Wise One, show me. Show me who is next... 	Pleading, excited
 	 	 	I must feast, Wise One, please, show me... 	Pleading, excited
Category:Night of the Moth dialogue files