Wraith (Battlespire)

Wrathman, also known as Wraiths, are undead creatures encountered in .
They are deadly enemies that appear at both early and later levels. Their attacks are inaccurate, yet powerful, and they have high health levels. If spoken to and called "mad as a loon," they will almost always ignore the target for a short time. Alternatively, a scroll on Level 3 that will give the Apprentice the ability to banish all Wrathmen on that level if they use the phrase successfully.
==Dialogue==
Show: Level 3
"Cheated! Betrayed! Deceived! You promised! But you lied! Forever!"
:I don't know who you think I am, or what you are talking about. Just leave me alone, or I'll have to hurt you bad. "What can your puny weapons, your feeble sorceries, avail against an immortal spirit? I CANNOT DIE, you fool! CANNOT DIE! I LAUGH at your pity. I mock your tiny fists."
::You are a bad thing. Soon I will make you go away. Far, far away.
:No offense, but you're mad as a loon. And not enjoying it, more's the pity. Is there any hope for your salvation? Or would you like me to put you out of your misery? "Listen carefully. We take little harm from your weapons or spells. Seek the Book of Rest and Endings. Speak the Words, and dissolve the Bonds."
::Thank you. I'll do as you say, and with a blessing.
:Sounds terrible. So, who do you think you're talking to? Or are you just talking to yourself? "What does it matter? It's not MY fault! You said I'd live forever. And this is LIFE? You CHEATED me! I HATE you!"
::It sounds to me, friend, like YOU are the one who got yourself into this mess. Don't blame me. Don't fool around with necromancy, and blame someone else when you don't like the results. And if you go around sucking the souls out of folks, don't be surprised if they want to blot you out like a bug. Goodbye.
:Have I caught you at a bad time? Never mind. We can talk later. Goodbye.
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Or:
"Once I was a man filled with love and hate. Now I am a monster, empty, and hungry. I surrendered my life, and now I must feast upon yours. Flee, mortal, for I have no heart, and would feed on yours."
:Thanks for the warning. Goodbye.
:Can I help you in any way? Do you want me to put an end to your miserable existence? "How could you ever understand my pain? You know NOTHING. You understand NOTHING! You are an animal... a weed... a STONE... compared to me. I see all, feel all, suffer all, HATE all, FOREVER! You know NOTHING!"
::I see. Excuse me, but this conversation has lost its luster.
:I wish I could help you, but I'm in real trouble myself. For what it's worth, I feel for you, but I'm warning YOU... Get in my way, and you're going to get hurt. I think. These weapons and spells, they are hurting you, right? "What can your puny weapons, your feeble sorceries, avail against an immortal spirit? I CANNOT DIE, you fool! CANNOT DIE! I LAUGH at your pity. I mock your tiny fists."
::You are a bad thing. Soon I will make you go away. Far, far away.
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Or:
"Your weapons amuse me. Against flesh, they may triumph, but they scarcely stir the gossamer threads of the revenant spirit."
:You talk a lot. I'm not afraid of you. I'm still alive, and I like it that way. You are just a cloud of bad air with a big mouth, and I'm going to rid this place of your stink if it's the last thing I do. "What can your puny weapons, your feeble sorceries, avail against an immortal spirit? I CANNOT DIE, you fool! CANNOT DIE! I LAUGH at your pity. I mock your tiny fists."
::You are a bad thing. Soon I will make you go away. Far, far away.
:Help! Help! I'm really, really scared. I'm going to flee in terror. Right now. PLEASE have pity on me, O mighty, wonderful being of eternal power and glory, and let me run and hide myself from your awesome presence.
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Show: Level 7
"LOOK UPON ME, MORTAL, AND DESPAIR!"
:You don't scare me. After what I've faced, you're a light workout. "PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DOOM!"
::'Okay. Give me your best shot."
:It's wrong that your spirit should linger here after death as sport for Dagon's hunts. I shall sunder the ties that bind you here. May the Powers bless your soul and grant you rest. Goodbye.
:You're undead, right? So you are an abomination, and must be destroyed. Begone, foul fiend!
:I'm here to challenge Lord Dagon for my own life, and for the life of a friend. Can you aid me in my quest? "PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DOOM!"
::Well. So much for niceness and universal brotherhood.
: "PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DOOM!"
::So. This little ritual doesn't work on all kinds of Wraiths. Live and learn.
:Spare this poor miserable life, in remembrance of the times when your mortal form also lived and walked and breathed fresh, spring air, and listened to the murmurings of the bee-loud glade. "PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DOOM!"
::I'm very disappointed. I'd hoped for a touching scene with fond recollections of a past life, followed by a shower of generous gifts and a heart-felt blessing. Silly me. It's what comes of listening to all those bards and their silly romantic ballads.
If the mage-wraith on the mountain leading to the Hunting Lodge, with the armor:
:"Do you have the Armor of the Savior's Hide?"
:Who wants to know? "Someone who wishes to see you succeed in your quest. And one who is pleased that you have come prepared to face Dagon. Farewell."
::Wait. Who are you? What's going on?
:Wait. You don't sound right. Are you really a Wraith? "No. I have taken this form to pass unnoticed in Lord Dagon's domain. But I cannot tarry here, now that my task is achieved. Farewell."
::Wait. Who are you? What's going on?
Without the armor:
:"Do you have the Armor of the Savior's Hide?"
:Who wants to know? "Someone who wishes to see you succeed in your quest. And since you will need the Armor of the Savior's Hide, I have come to make sure you have it. Farewell."
::Oh. Thank you. Whatever you are. I think.
:Wait. You don't sound right. Are you really a Wraith? "No. I have taken this form to pass unnoticed in Lord Dagon's domain. And I have brought you something you will be glad of when you stand before Lord Dagon. Farewell, and good luck."
::Oh. Thank you. Whatever you are. I think.
:What? What armor? Oh. You mean the armor that old fellow Chimere told me would protect me against an oathbreaker? No. I don't have it. Don't recall what I did with it, actually. "As I feared. But no matter, for I have brought that which you require. Farewell, and good luck."
::Oh. Thank you. Whatever you are. I think.
==Appearances==
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it:Essere d'ira (Battlespire)
pt:Wrathman (Battlespire)
ru:Яростный человек (Battlespire)
Category:Battlespire: Wraiths
Category:Battlespire: Undead