Anomen Delryn/Quotes

Anomen Delryn's quotes presents lines spoken by Anomen, together with the associated sound files.
True to his vows, Anomen will be dismissive towards evil-aligned characters, with an utter lack of respect for neutral-aligned characters. He will however be pleasant to companions of, just like him, noble extraction, like Jaheira, and to women he finds attractive, even if they're evil, like Viconia. He is also an obnoxious braggart, and is enraged by the fact that Mazzy, a Lawful-good Halfling, could consider herself a paladin. Rather inarticulate whenever he doesn't get in a courting mood, he quickly loses his temper when he is teased, reprimanded, or his faith is questioned, to the delight of the evil-aligned members of the party.
New dialogues will be available depending on how he finishes his companion quest, possibly completely changing his personality and making him hate everyone in the party should he not become a knight, to the point where he will attack some Lawful-good companions.
==Dialogues==
===With Aerie===
:(between 5 AM and 8 AM)
:Aerie: Look, Anomen, the sun is rising...
:Anomen: Aye, like a bird of raw and flaming power... You don't talk much, do you?
:Aerie: What do you mean?
:Anomen: You hesitate in your speech as if you are considering what to say next. Knights, such as myself, must be speaking with people constantly.
:Aerie: Are you... are you scared about your test at all?
:Anomen: Ha, I do not have the time to be frightened. And besides... the Order cannot turn me aside forever.
If Anomen fails his test:
:Aerie: Anomen... I... I've been watching you since you failed your Test, and... you... you're starting to scare me a little, I—I think...
:Anomen: I need no pressure from you, Aerie. Leave me be.
:Aerie: Just because you failed your Test doesn't mean you have to abandon everything good about the Order, does it? I mean... you were almost a paladin!
:Anomen: That's just it, isn't it? I was almost a paladin. I was almost strong enough. Well, almost isn't good enough, Aerie... so no, it doesn't mean a thing. Not anymore.
:Aerie: But Anomen-
:Anomen: Get out, girl! Did you hear me? I won't have you hounding me! Get out! *attacks Aerie*
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Anomen: A question of you, Aerie. I have heard something of your people, the avariel... hunted to near extinction by mages merely for the use of their wings. How is it that you are not more outraged about this?
:Aerie: I think it is a terrible thing, Anomen, but w-wha—what can I do about it?
:Anomen: You could defend them. Make it your life's work to oppose the predation upon them. Something, at least, would be better than nothing.
:Aerie: My people are disappearing because they are isolationists as well, Anomen, not just because they are hunted. And they are certainly not helpless... my aid would be meaningless. And I doubt they would even accept my help. They... would not think of me as an avariel anymore, because I have no wings. It is... it is probably just best for me to avoid them altogether.
:(If Anomen didn't fail his test:)
:Anomen: I am sorry, Aerie... it was not my intention to open old wounds. I am too clumsy with my words at times.
:Aerie: No... no, it's all right, Anomen. I probably should face up to the fact that I will have to return to Faenya-Dail one day. To face them, if nothing else. But certainly not now.
:(If Anomen failed his test:)
:Anomen: It sounds as if you are avoiding something that is unpleasant rather than facing the truth.
:Aerie: That is cruel of you, Anomen. If I return to Faenya-Dail one day, it will be because I am ready to... not because someone felt it necessary to bully me into it.
===With Cernd===
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Cernd: Like dark clouds before a storm... the chains of duty weigh heavy some days.
:Anomen: Duty, druid? Ha! What would a tree-hugger like you know of the chains of duty? Mucking about in the woods like an animal is not duty, but foolishness.
:Cernd: The earth cradles you in her arms as she does all her children. Your lack of knowledge does nothing to change this basic fact. The heartless and the stupid continue to destroy the Mother for their own shortsighted ends. In my humble way, I protect her. This is not duty?
:Anomen: Nay, it is not. To serve Helm with honor and fortitude, this is duty! Do not taint the word with your halfwit musings. You serve flowers and rodents, not truth and honor.
:(Minsc, if in party): Rodent?! What do you imply about my hamster?
:Cernd: You cannot see the forest for the trees, Anomen. There would be no Helm to serve without a world in which you can live. Ah, but I see from your face that this goes nowhere. Think what you will; I will say no more.
===With Dorn Il-Khan===
If Anomen has been knighted:
:(while not in a dungeon) 
:Dorn Il-Khan: What is that I smell? Ah, I recognize it now—'tis the stink of righteousness.
:Anomen: Righteousness would offend a villain like you, half-orc.
:Dorn Il-Khan: No, no, I am wrong. It's not the stench of righteousness that fills the air. It is hypocrisy.
:Anomen: You call me hypocrite?
:Dorn Il-Khan: A holy warrior who walks cheek by jowl with a Bhaalspawn and a blackguard? What else could I call you?
:Anomen: I walk with <CHARNAME>, not with you.
:Dorn Il-Khan: Mind your tone or I'll see to it you never walk again.
::1. Player: Stop it, Dorn. We're all friends here.
::Dorn Il-Khan:You call this filth a friend?
:::1. Player:I do.
:::Anomen: Thank you, <CHARNAME>. Your appreciation is, uh, appreciated.
::::1. Player: I speak only the truth, Anomen.
::::Dorn Il-Khan:' And a pitiful truth it is! Anyone fool enough to ally <HIM/HER>self with this weakling isn't worthy of my company. When you rid yourself of this useless baggage, seek me out, <CHARNAME>. *leaves party*
::::2. Player: Listen, you two—this is a team. We need to work together. Is that going to be a problem?
::::Dorn Il-Khan: It's a problem for me. Anyone fool enough to ally <HIM/HER>self with this weakling isn't worthy of my company. When you rid yourself of this useless baggage, seek me out, <CHARNAME>. *leaves party*
::::3. Player: Shut up, Anomen. The half-orc is right. You are nothing but a yoke around my neck, holding me back.
::::Anomen: What are you saying?
:::::1. Player: Isn't it obvious? Begone. You've nothing to offer me.
:::::Anomen: As—as you wish. *leaves party*
:::::Dorn Il-Khan: You are better off without him, <CHARNAME>. He did naught but hold you back.
:::::2. Player: I'm saying it's time you left... all your valuables behind you as you exit my life.
:::::Anomen: I'll leave if that's your wish, but I'll not be robbed in the process.
::::::1. Player: So be it. Go. *Anomen leaves party*
::::::2. Player: Ohhh. Bad move, Anomen.
::::::Dorn Il-Khan: Taste steel, paladin! *attacks Anomen*
::::::3. Player: Robbed or killed, the choice is yours.
::::::Dorn Il-Khan: <CHARNAME> has finally realized the error <HE/SHE> made in allying <HIM/HER>self with you. Die, you pious gnat! *attacks Anomen*
:::::3. Player: I'm saying your time with me is at an end—and so is your life.
:::::Dorn Il-Khan: Taste steel, paladin! *attacks Anomen*
:::2. Player:Are you deaf, you bloody great lummox? 
:::Anomen: Thank you, <CHARNAME>. Your appreciation is, uh, appreciated. (...)
:::3. Player:I did, when it suited me to do so. But that time is long past.
:::Anomen:What are you saying? (...)
::2. Player: Mind yours, Dorn. I won't tolerate this sort of nonsense.
::Dorn Il-Khan: This wretch is no friend of yours, <CHARNAME>. He is an anchor weighing you down.
:::1. Player: He is a good and valued ally.
:::Anomen: Thank you, <CHARNAME>. Your appreciation is, uh, appreciated. (...)
:::2. Player: Some would say the same of you.
:::Dorn Il-Khan: Fools and weaklings, all.
:::Anomen: I am neither fool nor weakling, as you'll find out—now! *attacks Dorn Il-Khan*
:::3. Player: Once, perhaps. But those days are at an end.
:::Anomen: <CHARNAME>? You turn against me?
:::Dorn Il-Khan: <CHARNAME> has finally realized the error <HE/SHE> made in allying <HIM/HER>self with you. Die, you pious gnat! *attacks Anomen*
::3. Player: Hah! That's something I'd like to see.
::Anomen: And so you will!
::Dorn Il-Khan: Show me what you've got, fool! *attacks Anomen*
Throne of Bhaal only, if Anomen failed his test :
:(while not in a dungeon)
:Dorn Il-Khan: I see potential in you, Anomen. You are bitter, righteously angry at the insults and injuries you have endured. Now you see the world as it truly is.
:Anomen: And if I have, what of it?
:Dorn Il-Khan: I offer an alliance.
:Anomen: I have not sunk so low as to ally myself with you, Il-Khan.
:Dorn Il-Khan: We could do great things together, you and I.
:Anomen: The gulf between our definitions of "great" spans continents. Leave me be.
Throne of Bhaal only, if Anomen didn't fail his test :
:(while not in a dungeon)
:Anomen: You are a vile, heathen beast, half-orc, with fewer scruples than a Waukeenar shopkeep. Under any other circumstances, your blood would be pooling on the ground between us.
:Dorn Il-Khan: Someone's blood would be.
:Anomen: That said, you are, for once in your cursed life, acting for the good of all.
:Dorn Il-Khan: I act for my own good, no other's.
:Anomen: Your reasons may be selfish, but what we do here will save countless lives. Stopping this crusade of blood may be the best thing you ever do.
:Dorn Il-Khan: When it is done, I may begin my own crusade of blood. Perhaps you will be the first to fall.
:Anomen: First things first, Il-Khan. First things first.
===With Edwin===
:Edwin: Anomen, I've been intending to ask. This Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart of which you belong... why is it that you lead the converted like lambs to the slaughter? On ramparts across the Faerûn are heads on pikes of the radiant who've been eulogized to the myth and allure of your vaunted brotherhood. 
:Anomen: 'Tis very unwise to meddle with the cornerstone of civilized life in the Faerûn. The brotherhood has brought peace to tumult, so that good might prevail over darkness.
:Edwin: Tell it to the pilgrims at the temple, Anomen; it might inspire the idiots. The Heart has been responsible for some of the most heinous crimes against humanity. Their intolerance against those who are not of a "civilized" species is racism at its worst.
:Anomen: You'd best watch your tongue, spellfiddler, as your deliverance from this squalid plane may be at the point of a sword.
If Edwin has been turned into a woman as part of his quest :
:Anomen: Hey hey hey, Edwina! I shall be your champion at the next tournament that we come to if only you give me a piece of your robe, uh, that is, dress to adorn my shield.
:Edwin: (My condition draws fools like flies to honey). Silence, you idiot! You've a death wish that is larger than your swollen head.
:Anomen: Fair Edwina, I am truly bereft by your nonacceptance. It is tragic when a knight has no fair maiden to moon over. Heh he he...
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Anomen: Know that I watch you with unwavering eyes, Edwin. I have seen your looks askance, and I will have none of your treachery!
:Edwin: I care nothing for what you will have, fool, no matter how you gild your words. Be thankful for my scrutiny. Very few rivals outside the Red Wizards are worthy of it.
:Anomen: I am nothing like you and your ilk! Now cease your prattle and walk on!
:Edwin: Yes, nothing like us at all. And certainly not growing more so every day. Hmmm...
===With Haer'Dalis===
:Haer'Dalis: A word, good knight Anomen... In the last battle, I noticed you pulling back and parrying... Next time you see an opening like that, my advice is to take advantage of it.
:Anomen: I did, actor... So you can stop pushing your weight around and leave the fighting to those of us who can handle the front line.
:Haer'Dalis: Aye, Anomen, talk as you wish. For all your swagger, you wouldn't last a day upon the planes.
:Anomen: Look, harlequin, go on and tell your tales... I'm sure someone here believes them. Now get out of my sight before I skewer you and your liar's soul.
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Haer'Dalis: Anomen... a moment of your time, if I may. I have been observing your... combat tactics recently, and I wish to ask you a question.
:Anomen: For what do you bother me, tiefling? I need no further comments on how I may improve my fighting style from a prancer such as yourself.
:Haer'Dalis: On the contrary, dear Anomen. It is your style I now most admire and wish to emulate.
:Anomen: Truly? Well then... ask what you will, and I shall strive to answer as best I may. Perhaps my technique shall save your life in combat some day.
:Haer'Dalis: Combat? Oh no, you misunderstand. I would use your style for my stage performances... it is far too florid and grandiose for effective use in battle. You see, even in my fanciest spins, there is always efficiency and conservation of movement... as there is in any fighting style. Except yours. Perhaps your overblown thrusts and stabs are the result of your overblown ego?
:Anomen: I have better things to do than listen to your prattling!
:Haer'Dalis: Very well. I shall watch you from afar, good hound, and learn what I may from mere observation.
===With Hexxat===
:Anomen: Your dusky beauty is compelling, Hexxat.
:Hexxat: I'm glad you think so.
:Anomen: But it cannot hide the darkness within you.
:Hexxat: There is no darkness within me, Anomen. I am just a woman making her way in the world.
:Anomen: You are a devil in disguise. I should slay you where you stand.
:Hexxat: I'd rather you didn't.
::1. Player: I'd also rather you didn't.
::Anomen: This cannot be allowed to continue, <CHARNAME>. The vixen must go, now—or I shall.
:::1. Player: Nice knowing you, Anomen.
:::Anomen: You're making a mistake, <CHARNAME>.
::::1. Player: It won't be the first.
::::2. Player: Time will tell.
::::3. Player: The only mistake I've made is not sending you packing days ago. Begone.
::::Anomen: (same reply to all) When you realize the error you've made, you know where to find me. *leaves party*
:::2. Player: I'm sorry, Hexxat. A team like this needs unity, and your very presence is at odds with it.
:::Hexxat: As you wish. If you change your mind, you know where to find me. *leaves party*
:::3. Player: There's but one way to settle this: trial by combat.
:::Hexxat:I'll not fight for your entertainment.
::::1. Player: A shame. Be off with you, then.
::::Hexxat: As you wish. If you (...) *leaves party*
::::2. Player: Aww. Are you sure?
::::Hexxat: Quite.
:::::1. Player: If you don't value my company enough to fight for it, then I guess we're finished.
:::::Hexxat: As you wish. If you (...) *leaves party*
:::::2. Player: Hexxat makes better company than you, Anomen. I'm afraid this is where we part ways.
:::::Anomen: You're making a mistake (...) *leaves party*
::2. Player: Keep your sword in your sheath, Anomen. Hexxat's a friend.
::Anomen: This monster is no friend of mine.
::Hexxat: Give me a chance to change that, Anomen. I promise you won't regret it.
::Anomen: Perhaps— No! You'll not tempt me, witch!
:::1. Player: I'm pretty sure she just did.
:::2. Player: Really? THIS is the temptation you choose not to succumb to? I don't get you, Anomen.
:::3. Player: Your loss.
:::Anomen: This cannot be allowed to continue (...) (same answer for all replies) *either Anomen or Hexxat leaves party*
::3. Player: I'd like to see him try.
::Hexxat:I'll not fight for your entertainment. (...) *either Anomen or Hexxat leaves party*
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Hexxat: There are few things we agree on, you and I.
:Anomen: Very few.
:Hexxat: The Bhaalspawn threat must be eradicated, though. We are of one mind on that?
:Anomen: Yes.
:Hexxat: Then focus on killing the enemy, Anomen. Not on those who stand by your side.
:Anomen: I'd rather you not stand by my side.
:Hexxat: Yet here I am.
:Anomen: Here we are.
:Hexxat: Well?
:Anomen: Fine. But only until this is sorted. Then... we will see.
===With Imoen===
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Imoen: So. You're part of that Order of the Radiant Heart, right, Anomen? The paladins and clerics that run around Amn getting outraged at everything?
:Anomen: (if Anomen failed his test) Ha! An apt description of those blowhards if ever I've heard one. No, dear girl, I am no member of the Order... although I was once a novice. Why do you ask?
:Anomen: (if Anomen passed his test) I find your description bordering on insult, girl... but, yes, I am a member of the Order. Why?
:Imoen: Well, a full hundred of them marched all solemn-like up to Candlekeep about ten years ago, all to donate a single book to the monks. Did you know about that?
:Anomen: No, but it sounds like something the Order might do, depending on the book.
:Imoen: It was a big book, as I recall. I stole into the archive to look at it... did you know it had all sorts of pictures of naked men and women? Total filth! I'm surprised the Order even had something like that.
:(if Anomen failed his test:)
:Anomen: You don't say? Well, perhaps the prelate was finished with it and gave it to the head of your monks as something of a present? Those paladins are quite the repressed lot of stuffed shirts, you know.
:Imoen: Oh, they're not so bad, I guess. Better them than some of the evil I've seen... they can just be kinda pompous, as I remember. You're not as bad as I figured you might be, though, Anomen.
:Anomen: Well, I'm glad you think so. I escaped from their clutches just in time, I suppose, eh?
::(if present in party):
::Korgan: Escaped? Har har! Like a bleedin', puny fish escapes when it is thrown back into the stinkin' sea! Har har, ye're a card, Anomen!
::Mazzy: Escaped, is it? An interesting take on actual events, cleric.
::Jaheira: Escaped? That is not quite how I would describe it.
::Keldorn: "Escaped," Anomen? Perhaps you were not present at your Trial?
::Anomen: (same reply to all) Well, of *course* there is always someone about who feels the need to comment on my life. Helm preserve me. *sigh*
:(if Anomen passed his test:)
:Anomen: No doubt it was a book of great evil. Perhaps the Order gave it over to the care of your monks so it would not be used by those of impure intentions.
:Imoen: Well, I don't know about that. Winthrop caught me peeking and gave me hell like you wouldn't believe... but I noticed he kept the book in his room after that point.
:Anomen: Vile girl! I'll not listen to any more of this! Go bother <CHARNAME>!
===With Jaheira===
:Anomen: Lady Jaheira, it seems quite strange to me that a woman of clearly noble past would choose the life of an adventurer. What has brought you to this dangerous path?
:Jaheira: It is a path of conscience. Some druids choose a contemplative lifestyle, but I sought a more active role in the furthering of nature's cause. And you? Did you become a priest of Helm only for honor and glory?
:Anomen: Of course not. The righteous path ever beckons. It is merely a dividend of the Order that a member can make a place for himself in this difficult world.
:Jaheira: I see. What place you choose to make for yourself remains to be seen.
:Anomen: It does, but I assure you that you will not be disappointed.
:Jaheira: You wear the scars of battle with pride, Anomen, like one who truly believes his cause.
:Anomen: I must. It is what pushes me forward. Doubt is the enemy.
:Jaheira: Those that never question do not see the whole of the issue.
:Anomen: The whole issue is not important. There is only the here and now, and what can be done within.
:Jaheira: Your world is small, if focused. The more impressive picture is always larger than you can see.
===With Jan Jansen===
:Anomen: 'Tis truly an adventure for the weak-willed. I've fought campaigns against the Hillgnasher giants and slew twenty of the foul beasts.
:Jan Jansen: Did I ever tell you the tale of the lobotomized orc, my good knight Anomen?
:Anomen: You have not, and I've no wish to hear it.
:Jan Jansen: Well, anyway, as a child, my mammy would give us kids a bowl of gravel, which was all that we could afford, and tell us this parable. Now listen, knighty, lest you be eating gravel. 
:'Twas once a heavily brain-damaged orc called Ano. Ano was trudging through the forest one day, looking for bull droppings with which he could stuff his mattress, when he happened across a remarkable scene. A brave and noble knight, Jen the Brilliant by name, fought with an evil giant. Ano watched as Jen slew the giant.
:Then the knight rode off to save several small children from a wicked witch, also known as a noblewoman, who was attempting to poison the poor dears. Regardless, Ano promptly cut off the head of the fallen giant, ran home to his home in the Dung Orc village, and claimed that he had killed the monster.
:Anomen: I warn you, gnome. Cease your prattling immediately!
:Jan Jansen: Did I mention that Ano had a nasty habit of interrupting folk? Anyway, the giant's brother heard of his sibling's demise and the subsequent display of his head in Dung Town. He caught up to Ano, who was stupidly stuffing his mattress with bull dung, and returned to his cave with the orc stuffed through his belt.
:As punishment for his brother's supposed murderer, he tied a porcupine to the orc's head and proceeded to clean his latrine with the makeshift orc brush. Much to the giant's dismay, Ano actually enjoyed it.
:Fascinating tale, that! I love to tell it!
:Anomen: I'll suffer no insults from you, runtish one!
:Jan Jansen: Calm yourself, Ano. There was no insult to you. It was merely a parable told to me by my dear departed mother.
:Anomen: I shall not forget this, gnome! Your blood will flow yet!
:Jan Jansen: Whenever you wish to try it, Ano.
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Jan Jansen: Anomen, my friend, I realize that I've been less than polite with you in the past, and I wish to apologize.
:Anomen: Verily, you have played me most false.
:Jan Jansen: Indeed! All know that you're an unrepentant ass. 'Tis not my place to bring it up. 
:Anomen: Shut up, gnome.
:Jan Jansen: Your ugliness, both in body and soul, although true, is inappropriate for discussion and rankly impolite. You're stupid, poorly educated, and always smell faintly of lilacs, but it was wrong of me to bring attention to it.
:Anomen: Silence before I CRACK YOUR SKULL!
:Jan Jansen: Arrogant, drunken, piggish, whiny, pompous are common adjectives used to describe you, but I was wrong to say so. You are completely incapable of independent thought and soil yourself with regularity seldom found outside of the nursery. I shall no longer bring these things up in front of others. 
:Well, I'm glad that, despite your idiocy, you managed to grasp the concept of my apology and mumble some poorly worded forgiveness. Cheers!
Throne of Bhaal only, if Anomen didn't fail his test :
:Jan Jansen: Anomen, I've been having such a lovely time and have thought to share some reflections with you.
:Anomen: Say no more, gnome. Your jibes are meaningless to me. I am a knight and, as such, above your pettiness.
:Jan Jansen: 'Tis exactly that subject I wish to discuss. Now, it's common knowledge that knights are cleric initiates who are too stupid and ugly to be presentable in church. 
:Anomen: You are but the buzzing of a fly and affect me not at all.
:Jan Jansen: So, being a failed cleric...
:Anomen: I have failed at nothing! I was chosen to squire for my courage and nobility.
:Jan Jansen: Of course you didn't "fail"! They have to tell the failures something to keep up blind obedience—that is to say, morale.
:Anomen: Just leave me be you icky little man!
:Jan Jansen: "Icky"? (Ha ha!) Did you think of that on your own? (Ha ha ha ha!)
===With Keldorn===
:Keldorn: Young Anomen, it seems to me that you have been too long away from the fold. Perhaps this is a good time to continue your lessons.
:Anomen: I assure you, noble Keldorn, that I am well versed in the statutes and moral laws of the Order.
:Keldorn: I doubt it not. However, perhaps it is time to rememorize the virtues of chivalry and honesty.
:Anomen: I know what you're about, Keldorn. Let me worry about training, and you may worry about your own affairs.
:Keldorn: I am not "about" anything. I've no ulterior motive outside the betterment of a squire. Best you listen to the wisdom of those who have gone before you.
:Anomen: I shall take, Sir Keldorn, what path I deem appropriate. I have not bothered you, so it seems rude that you find the time to bother me.
:Keldorn: Very well. I see that you are not prepared to learn. 
:Keldorn: Squire Anomen, it is time that I had a word with you. I must say that you do not always act in a manner befitting a squire of the Order. You must learn to show deference to your leaders and elders.
:Anomen: Sir Keldorn, I thought that I made it clear the last time you brought this up: I have no need of further lessons, especially from you! I near my knighthood now.
:Keldorn: Anomen, you are a brash youth. If you learn to curb these outbursts, you shall be an excellent knight.
:You are brave and strong. Do not fool yourself into believing that your time of learning is through. All of life is a school of sorts.
:Anomen: If that is so, then there is no reason that you need to be my teacher. Life will take care of it for you.
:Keldorn: In this, you are correct; I need not be your teacher. Learn the lesson where you will, but learn it. If you do not, the future will be unlike how you envision it.
If Anomen passed his test :
:Keldorn: Your fate has arrived, Sir Anomen. You are a squire no longer, but have now become a knight. Well done, young man.
:Anomen: My thanks, Sir Keldorn. You're a fine example of honor and chivalry, and all in the Order look up to you. I feel that I must apologize for being rude to you before—the brashness of youth, as you have said.
:Keldorn: Worry not, young knight. You are well along the journey of the righteous path now. Torm has forgiven all.
If Anomen passed his test :
:Anomen: I wish to thank you, teacher... for all your help in the past. I do not think I ever said such to you before, Keldorn.
:Keldorn: Teacher, now, is it?
:Anomen: Aye, Keldorn... They say the best teachers are those with the patience to instruct the foolish... I know I have not always been the easiest of students.
:Keldorn: Nor I the wisest of instructors, but we've each done our best and found our peace in our own way.
:Anomen: I suppose that is true. Thank you... for everything.
If Anomen failed his test :
:Keldorn: Do not let your removal from the Order color your choices, Anomen. There is a lesson to be learned from this.
:Anomen: Shut up, dog! I've listened to your pompous lessons all my life, and it's gotten me nowhere. Self-righteous preacher!
:You've never known a day of hardship in your life, and yet you think that you know all! To the Hells with you, Keldorn!
:Keldorn: Already it begins. Anomen, I am on your side. I wish to be your friend and help you to turn your life around. Do not refuse aid in your hour of need.
:Anomen: There is nothing wrong with my life that hasn't been caused by your ilk! I should kill you for treating me like a child.
:Keldorn: In time, you will see, boy, that you act like a child.
:Anomen: Your words hold no meaning to me. Save them, ere I take mind to shove them back down your throat.
If Anomen failed his test :
:Keldorn: Anomen, please remain calm; what I say I say for your benefit. You are turning away from your god, Helm, and slipping down the path of evil. I cannot let you do this. Put aside your bitterness, Anomen, and talk to me.
:Anomen: Oh, you are pathetic, Keldorn. You are a hypocrite and a liar! You care nothing for me, only for your honor. Why should I believe anything you say? I'd spit in your face, but you aren't worth even that!
:Keldorn: You approach a line that you do not want to cross, Anomen. Step back before it's too late.
:Anomen: The line was crossed when your cursed Order dumped me like useless garbage. Stand and fight, maggot! I've been pushed too far!
:Keldorn: Don't do this, Anomen.
:Anomen: Die, you bastard! *attacks Keldorn*
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Anomen: Sir Keldorn, as an initiate of the Order, I heard many a story of your prowess and courage. At one point, Sir Cassius made reference to your heroism on the Giant's Plain. He stopped abruptly and, with a dark look, would say no more. What happened there?
:Keldorn: Heroism, he said? Cassius gives me more credit than I deserve. The days on the Giant's Plain were dark days and the deeds performed, darker still.
:We were captured by Grinning Rath in an ambush after being betrayed by Sir Taerga. Rath and his band caught us in a strand of deadfall as we picked our way through, leading our horses. The archers made short work of our horses and nearly half my men. Stumbling about in the deadfall in full plate, we had no chance.
:Rath stripped us naked, dead or living. I had an arrow through my shoulder. His ogres were kind enough to tear it out along with a great chunk of flesh before the Dance. It pains me still.
:Anomen: The Dance?
:Keldorn: The Dance was Grinning Rath's signature. Each living knight was bound to a dead companion, head to head, hand to hand and foot to foot. He dragged us to the open plain and tied us thus so that we could not move save dancing with the dead. We lay there 'neath the blazing sun and, as our friends began to rot, my men began to die of exposure.
:I managed to grind through the bonds on one wrist using stone that stuck from the ground. I saved those that could be saved, Cassius included. Some of the men had died during the Dance; some had lost their wits as the flesh of their friends melted in the sun.
:I tracked Rath, snuck into his camp, and killed him and all who participated in the atrocity.
:There was no heroism, Anomen, only slow brutal death and grim deeds. We shall speak no more of this.
===With Korgan===
:Anomen: I have been watching you in combat, Korgan. You fight well... for the unblessed. Perhaps the blood sacrifices that you make to your... primitive gods?... work after all.
:Korgan: Yer idiocy is surpassed only by yer unskilled flounderin' on the field o' battle. Stupid boy! Ye're vassal to a selfish god, given useless power in swap for your soul.
:Anomen: Do not insult my faith, short one.
:Korgan: Why not? All that I am has been gained through my own strength. Ye've naught but that which is doled out to you by a frolicking godling. 
:Anomen: 'Tis obvious, dwarf, that you speak out of jealousy. So too would I, in your position.
:Korgan: Hypocrite. Ye've no faith beyond that which brings you personal pleasure. A pig in filth. Wallow elsewhere, boy.
:Anomen: I shall not stand here and listen to this dwarven self-loathing any longer. Truly, you are the one who wallows though in self-pity.
:Korgan: At least I'm no hypocrite, Anomen. There nae be a heart so holy that evil nae make a nest of black twigs in it.
:I've seen the clay feet yer moral crusade stands on, paladin, and no lies can keep it from collapsing. Ye're hellbound like me. Only a matter of the hourglass.
:Anomen: Heresy is a devil's bellow, dwarf. My service is to my lord.
:Korgan: Yer reputation don't know yer character. Ye lay falsehoods where ye need to, cleric, but I've read yer story on the faces of the dead and all's nae written yet.
:Anomen: My god has a face and name, heretic. He leaves me free to draw his grand design upon the souls of the lapsed and faithless.
Throne of Bhaal only, if Anomen failed his test :
:Korgan: Ach—you there. Pretty boy. Aye, I mean ye, Anomen. Ye look a mite down today.
:Anomen: Down? I believe you are mistaken, dwarf. I am in fine spirits!
:Korgan: Truly? I find that a mite surprisin'. With yer sister rotting in her grave and yer life's ambition to join the Order of the bleedin' Heart forever lost, I figured ye might just be somewhat surly.
:Anomen: I choose not to dwell on the past, Korgan. I am trying to put those events behind me... though your bringing them up again does little to help the situation.
:Korgan: Ach—that's what I'm here fer! To open old wounds and pour in a big bag o' salt!
:Anomen: I suggest you choose another target to torment, dwarf. Or maybe after the next battle, I shall treat your physical wounds with the same callous disregard you have shown my emotional scars.
:Korgan: 'Twas merely a jest, my surly cleric. Since ye cannae take a joke, I'll leave ye be.
===With Mazzy===
:Anomen: In truth, when the Order sees my worth, I'll no longer need to travel with lowly folk such as you there, halfling.
:Mazzy: It does not befit an aspiring knight to speak in such a manner.
:Anomen: Never will I heed a lowly halfling! Hold your tongue lest I cut it from your cursed mouth.
:Mazzy: Listen you must, Anomen, if you hope to learn. You are only a youth, so I shall let your insults melt away. I say only what a paladin would say in my place.
:Anomen: Your implication is correct. You are no paladin, nor shall you ever be. Learn your place, for I shall suffer your delusions no longer.
::1. Player: Enough! Silence yourself and fall behind me now! We haven't the time to waste on these pointless arguments.
::Anomen: We have greater responsibilities, so I shall fall behind you. But do not accustom yourself to ordering me about like a common peasant.
::Mazzy: No knight would speak such things.
::2. Player: No more bickering. We are a party and should act as such.
::Anomen: As you will have it. I shall stay my hand for now.
===With Minsc===
Throne of Bhaal only, if Anomen didn't fail his test :
:Minsc: So, Anomen, Boo and I had a question about the lodge you seem to hold above all else. 
:Anomen: If by "lodge," you mean the Noble Order of the Radiant Heart, I will answer as best I can.
:Minsc: Yes, that is the one. You view it with as much respect as I give the Ice Dragon Berserker Lodge of my homeland. If they are similar in their intent, we might seek to join.
:Anomen: You?
:Minsc: Yes.
:Anomen: And your... hamster?
:Minsc: Yes.
:Anomen: I... don't think you would enjoy it, Minsc. No, while your heart is certainly good, I think you would chafe within the... ah... discipline of the Order.
:Minsc: Boo understands the tone of your rejection, though he is confused as to why organizations of good intent must always ride atop the *ahem* pole of righteousness.
===With Neera===
If the player has started no romance with Anomen or Neera, the following dialogues will play :
:Anomen: May I venture to guess, Neera, that you have never been courted by a proper knight?
:Neera: If by "proper knight," you mean you, then no, but I've got a feeling I'm about to get a taste.
:Anomen: Feeling and tasting come later, dear lady.
:Neera: Oh, gross! Go away!
:Anomen: Your eyes are as wild as your magic, my dear lady. I dare not gaze into their depths.
:Neera: Who's daring you? Not me!
:Anomen: A moment of your time, my dear lady. Excuse my dull and graceless talk, but—
:Neera: Okay, you're excused. That it?
:Anomen: I would ask a boon of you.
:Neera: Please don't, Anomen.
:Anomen: There! You have granted my boon without even knowing it. To hear my name upon your lips was all I desired.
:Neera: Great. I hate having syllables on my chin.
:Anomen: My dear lady—
:Neera: You know, every time you call me that, I imagine myself with antlers.
:Anomen: Then as your roebuck, I will chase you, Deer Lady, and make you pant in the soft grass.
:Neera: What? You want pants made of soft grass? This is getting so weird, Anomen.
:Anomen: My dear lady—
:Neera: WHAT?!
:Anomen: I have courted you a long while, and you have resisted my best efforts. Now I invoke the privilege of an earnest lover, the naturally yielding nature of woman, and the equally natural dauntlessness of man. How can I fail with such powers behind me? The time has come. Let me enjoy the sugar upon your lips.
:Neera: Bloody hells. If it'll give me some peace and quiet, I'll give you what you're asking for.
:Anomen: Truly?
:Neera: Yes. All you had to do was be a little bold. I like my men—manly, I guess, or whatever it is you were being. I'll come to you when no one's looking.
When outside in one of Athkatla's districts, after the previous conversation :
:Neera: Here you go.
:Anomen: What's this?!
:Neera: I was resistant at first, I'll admit, but once you brought it up, I couldn't stop fantasizing!
:Anomen: You—! But I—
:Neera: Do you want me to tell you what I imagined first? Shortbread biscuits with strawberry preserves! I know, I know. Not that creative—but so delicious! Then I thought about glazed pears, mincemeat pies, puddings, gingerbread... 
:Anomen: But this sack! It's—
:Neera: Yes! A pound of sugar from Waukeen's Promenade. As promised. Get cooking!
:(if present in party):
:Hexxat: Lean in, Anomen. Blood and sugar are surprisingly complementary.
:Nalia: Oh, Anomen! I'd love some sweet spiced wine. Our cellars were full of wine from the Vilhon Reach that our cooks would make into the most delicious concoctions... 
:Mazzy: I would be no halfling if I didn't like cakes of all sorts. Bake me a seed cake, Anomen, and I swear I will be your stalwart sister-in-arms.
:Viconia: I hate sweets, but—hmm. Candied violets with anise seeds are not bad. Make me some, human.
:Aerie: Does liking shortbread seem too obvious, Anomen? Because I do! It seems hard to make... Good luck!
:Imoen: Heya, Anomen! Taffy is good! Plain old taffy.
:Jaheira: Anomen! I am almost embarrassed to request marzipan; it is so excessively sweet. But I do like it.
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Anomen: What is it, Neera?
:Neera: What's what?
:Anomen: You are staring.
:Neera: Uh, I don't think so.
:Anomen: It is no great surprise. I have oft wondered why your eyes had not strayed further previously.
:Neera: You really want to do this? Fine...
:Oh yes, great knight, take me! Here, now, in front of everyone! I am powerless to resist you!
:Anomen: I... what?
:Neera: I've denied it all this time, but you're right, so right! Oh, how I've longed for your manly touch!
::(if Neera is in a romance with the player:)
::Anomen: But you and—
::Neera: He means nothing to me! Nothing compares, nothing compares... to you.
::(if Anomen is in a romance with the player:)
::Anomen: My heart is <CHARNAME>'s, elf—
::Neera: It's not your heart I'm after.
::(if neither is in a romance with the player:)
::Anomen: Quiet, woman! Cease this ridiculous—
:Neera: We should shout our love from the treetops and stamp it onto the faces of our enemies!
:How do you stamp love onto the face of an enemy? I don't know, but, darling Anomen, we WILL find a way!
:Anomen: We will do no such thing!
:Neera: But, darling, we must be together forever! Our hearts eternally entwined, never to be parted—
:Anomen: You are mad! Get away from me, elf, and stay away!
:Neera: Sounds like a plan.
===With Rasaad===
:Rasaad: ...And that was how I learned that my brother had been turned by the Doom Bringer, Alorgoth.
:Anomen: A compelling tale of sibling love, rivalry, and betrayal. You are a great warrior, Rasaad. A great man.
:Rasaad: I am just a man, Anomen.
:Anomen: You are too modest! Your feats rival my own! Our stories are the stuff of legend! Bards will sing of our victories for years, decades, centuries to come!
:Rasaad: Of yours, perhaps. My own adventures would make poor entertainment, I fear.
:Anomen: You're joking. Tell me you're joking. Your tale has all the elements of a classic epic. When word gets out, there's not a wench from here to Waterdeep that won't swoon at the mention of your name.
:Rasaad: I would not see the story of my failure made public.
:Anomen: Failure? Where is the failure in your tale? Tell me that. Where?
::1. Player: Leave Rasaad be, Anomen.
::Anomen: Leave him be? It's not as though I'm bothering him—I'm not bothering you, am I, Rasaad?
::Rasaad: I must admit, some of the things you say make me... uncomfortable.
::Anomen: Nonsense!
::Rasaad: Excuse me. I must go—meditate. Somewhere else.
::2. Player: I think our monk friend has little interest in sharing his pain, Anomen.
::Anomen: Let him speak for himself, <CHARNAME>. What say you, Rasaad?
::Rasaad: Excuse me. (...)
::3. Player: Are you deaf, Anomen? Did you listen to a word the man just said to you?
::Anomen: I did, <CHARNAME>—'twas a truly impressive tale.
::Rasaad: Excuse me. (...)
Throne of Bhaal only, if Anomen passed his test :
:Anomen: May I impart a word of advice, my friend?
:Rasaad: Of course, Anomen.
:Anomen: When my sister was murdered, all I thought of was revenge. It burned through my mind as I fought, as I walked, as I slept. I was consumed with its fire.
:I have been where you are. And I can tell you this: Revenge is not the answer you seek. Revenge will not bring your brother back.
:I will stand by your side come Hells or high water. But I would not watch a friend risk his life needlessly.
:Rasaad: I appreciate your support. But I will not, cannot rest until Alorgoth is dead.
:Anomen: Your brother would not want you to risk your life.
:Rasaad: My brother is dead. The least I can do is avenge him.
===With Sarevok===
If Sarevok is still evil :
:Sarevok: I see your eyes upon me, cleric. Quit your glares or I'll pluck out your eyes with my sword, I swear.
:Anomen: You could try, abomination. I doubt you would succeed. I merely wonder at how, exactly, you managed to worm your way into the ranks of this group!
:Sarevok: By being useful. Something you would know nothing about.
:Anomen: Well, you blackmailed <CHARNAME> in return for your information, that's true... but I fail to see what use you provide now. Perhaps <CHARNAME> should simply kill you again.
:Sarevok: My use is in my sword and my skill. I have no whining petulance to draw on, as you do. And my <BROTHER/SISTER> shall do as <HE/SHE> pleases, so quit your mewling and begone.
If Sarevok is no longer evil :
:Anomen: You have changed, Sarevok. Your new outlook is apparent even to me. Only... I wonder if this is not some sort of act to cater to the hopes of our leader.
:Sarevok: It is no act, cleric. It is also none of your business.
:Anomen: On the contrary, <CHARNAME>'s safety is my duty, and I wonder at your motives.
:Sarevok: My motives may not be as blindingly apparent as your own, fool, but they are also not as superficial.
:Anomen: Well, do astound me with your sheer depth, then, Sarevok. What is it you hope to gain by traveling with <CHARNAME>?
:Sarevok: Redemption.
:Anomen: Redemption? You must be joking.
:Sarevok: Redemption. Among other things. Now begone... were it not that <CHARNAME> calls you a friend, I would cut you down where you stand for your impudence.
===With Valygar===
Throne of Bhaal only, if Anomen didn't fail his test :
:Anomen: Valygar, your step seems of particular weight this day. Perhaps it is your thoughts which burden you so?
:Valygar: My thoughts are indeed dark ones, Anomen. And they are also mine alone.
:Anomen: It might benefit your heart and soul to speak of your troubles, my friend. 
:Valygar: How so, sir knight? Words cannot undo the past, and they cannot change the future. I prefer to let my actions speak for me.
:Anomen: I merely sought to offer my wisdom and guidance, Valygar. As a member of the Order of the Radiant Heart, I am duty-bound to try and ease the misery of all those who suffer.
:Valygar: A noble cause, but I suggest you perform your duties elsewhere. I have learned to handle my suffering well enough on my own.
:Anomen: As you wish, Valygar. I shall bother you no more—though I shall say a prayer to Helm that he may help you with your burden.
===With Viconia===
If the player is male, its romance with Viconia hasn't reached its late stage, and Anomen isn't a knight :
:Viconia: Anomen, tell me, what drew such a handsome, powerful, and charismatic individual like yourself to the dreary, hectic life of adventuring?
:Anomen: Handsome? Viconia, I'm flattered. What drew me? What I do is not for whim, prank, or jape. It is not because of duty or allegiance.
:I am an instrument of justice, a redeemer of the weak, protector of the righteous and the fallen alike. I do this because I am compelled by forces beyond my ken. You?
:Viconia: Well, noble one, it seemed like a good idea at the time. And it seemed to me that all the most muscular and attractive men were doing it, so...
:Anomen: Well, Viconia, you don't have to sleep so far away next time. Your hands across these muscles would be more welcome than the brush of canvas, I'd venture.
::1. Player: Anomen, snap out of it. She's playing you like a cheap violin.
::Anomen: Keep your comments to yourself, <CHARNAME>. 
::2. Player: Could you two wait until tonight before you start talking dirty and whispering sweet nothings?
::Anomen: You needn't be so impudent, child. The woman is pleasing to the eye and doth stir the loins, and I was merely complimenting upon her comeliness.
::3. Player: Hey, Anomen... step aside! From where I'm standing, it doesn't look much like Viconia's buying what you're selling. 
::Anomen: I disagree, <CHARNAME>. You're over there, I'm over here, and Viconia is most certainly interested in what I may have to offer her.
::And who would be foolish enough to cast blame? After all, we are all fully cognizant of this group dynamic, and are equally informed of who the true leader is here, <CHARNAME>.
::And what would you do if I don't move away? Berate me, coward? Tell me a story about Gorion until I fall asleep?
:::1. Player: Take that back. Step away, and I'll leave you your limbs and your breath.
:::Anomen: You needn't be so impudent, child. (...)
:::2. Player: Let's just keep it together and let this slide. It's not worth arguing about.
:::Anomen: Hah! Typical! You're worse than a bureaucrat. All talk, no action. It's all I've come to expect from you, <CHARNAME>. Filling the air with words and not the song of steel.
===With Yoshimo===
:Yoshimo: Young Anomen, a samurai of the west, roaming in service of god and lord. Tell me something of your adventures.
:Anomen: And what shall I tell you of?
:Yoshimo: A tale of a foul beast slain, perhaps. A story of your jousts, if you wish.
:Anomen: Very well. Two summers past, chosen squires of Torm were invited to a tournament in Riatavin. I traveled as the captain of our delegation, of course.
:Yoshimo: Of course.
:Anomen: En route, we were attacked by a wyvern. Overcome with fear, the battle plans that had been drilled into my compatriots fell apart as the first man was killed by the beast's claws.
:It would have been a veritable slaughter had I not kept my wits about me. 
:Yoshimo: What happened?
:Anomen: I jumped on its back and impaled it through the spine with my spear.
:Yoshimo: Your heroics saved the day.
:Anomen: I only did what I had to as captain of the group. The Order would have frowned heavily had I let the novice fools be diced by the creature.
===Voice Files===
	Fair lady, what brings you to this cesspool of corruption?
	Our time together has been vile! When next we meet, it will not be under the guise of friendship!
	Nay, Father. It is time for this foolishness to end.
	Speak not of my mother, drunkard. You were never worthy of being her husband.
	I have been cowering at your feet for all my life. Goodbye, Father. Perhaps I shall see you again before you drink yourself to death.
	Hey hey hey, Edwina! I shall be your champion at the next tournament that we come to if only you give me a piece of your robe, uh, that is, dress to adorn my shield.
	I assure you, noble Keldorn, that I am well versed in the statutes and moral laws of the Order.
	Sir Keldorn, I thought that I made it clear the last time you brought this up: I have no need of further lessons, especially from you! I near my knighthood now.
	My thanks, Sir Keldorn. You're a fine example of honor and chivalry, and all in the Order look up to you. I feel that I must apologize for being rude to you before—the brashness of youth, as you have said.
	Oh, you are pathetic, Keldorn. You are a hypocrite and a liar! You care nothing for me, only for your honor. Why should I believe anything you say? I'd spit in your face, but you aren't worth even that!
	Helm's beard! I cannot believe this! All my life... all my LIFE, I've slaved for the Order, and now I am cast aside like garbage! Curse them all!
==Commands==
Lawful Neutral & Lawful Good
	W-we w... we will continue this another day! 	Morale failure
	Verily... heh... I am pleased at the progress that this ill-conceived group has made. I had not thought such a thing possible. 	Happy
	Hmph! I am barely convinced that honor even holds a place of importance here. I shall see and judge for myself. 	Unhappy-annoyed
	Truly, your actions lack virtue! Change your ways quickly or suffer my wrath! 	Unhappy-serious
	Enough! I can take no more of this company! From here on, we are as enemies! 	Unhappy-break
	Now, you have obviously given considerable thought to the future of this group. I accept the charge—gladly! 	Leader
	I demand that we stop. The day was not this long even when I led soldiers in the Order! 	Tired
	Why do we pace about when there is evil to be fought?! *sigh* There is no glory in watching the grass grow! 	Bored
	For the Order! 	Battlecry1
	Righteousness shall prevail! 	
Battlecry2
	You shall suffer my wrath! 	
Battlecry3
	 	Damage
	I need speedy assistance, my friend, or I shall not be able to fight on! 	Hurt
	 	Dying
	These trees and glades hide horrors of all manner... watch your backs! 	Forest
	Pfeh! A dank pool of base corruption if ever there was one. Why, if not for the Order, the gods would surely smite man for such sins.	City
	Aye, 'tis good to adventure in such a place! The blood quickens knowing that evil is so near! 	Dungeon
	Ah, 'tis a fine enough day to travel. Many a battle has been fought on a day just such as this! 	Day
	The night hides evils that you can barely imagine... Good thing I stand ready against any who would dare to strike against us! 	Night
	What is it now? 	Select1
	I shall go forth at your command! 	Select2
	Point the sword and I shall strike! 	Select3
	I hear you well enough. 	Select4
	I stand amongst the righteous. 	Select5
	At your order! 	Select6
	*sigh* Very well. 	Action1
	 	Action2
	With all speed, comrade! 	Action3
	For honor—and glory! 	Action4
	Helm guides my path. 	Action5
	The best leaders also follow. 	Action6
	It shall be done... and done well. 	Action7
	The light shall prevail! 	Select rare1
	Long live the Order of the Most Radiant Heart, for I draw from the pool of right and strike in their name! 	
Select rare2
	Take that! 	Critical hit
	Arrgh! 	Critical miss
	My weapon has no effect! 	Target immune
	I can carry no more. What was given is now upon the ground. 	Inventory full
	Ah! I have lost my focus. 	Spell disrupted
Chaotic Neutral
	*sigh* Mayhap it is time I thought of leaving. I can almost endure no more of your actions! 	Unhappy-serious
	Are you sure? I had enough of leadership in the Order. Oh, very well. *sigh* But it's a week vacation for everyone. *chuckle* 	Leader
	A bottle of wine, a blanket, a little music as we rest... are these things too much to ask? 	Tired
	*chuckle* Hurry up and wait, hurry up and wait. Hm. Sounds like my days in the Order. 	Bored
	Helm's fury upon you all! 	Battlecry1
	By skill and might, we shall prevail! 	
Battlecry2
	Hmm. I don't think I have ever looked upon the bustle of the city without keeping a watchful eye out for evil. It seems... quieter.	City
	I am ready to act. 	Select1
	Yes? 	Select4
	Of course. 	Action1
	Not a problem. 	Action4
	*chuckle* So long as I never have to breathe the same stuffy air as those rusted suits of armor in the Order... well, I'm with you.	Action5
In a Committed Relationship
	I am ready to act.	Select1
	Yes? 	Select4
	Of course. 	Action1
	Not a problem. 	Action4
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