ID: 204145 | |
Niberan | |
NPC
<Citizen> Level: 10 HP: 899 Aggression radius: 20m | |
Dialogs: Oh, hello... I should never have come here. In Altgard, my dreams were filled with the soaring architecture and the glorious Daevas of Pandaemonium. I would find friends here--true friends. So I ran away. Once I got here, it didn't take long to learn the truth. Player: "What truth is that?" Pandaemonium is like a mother Worg--kind and tender to its children, but to anyone else--anyone unfamiliar--it shows its fangs. Sure, Asmodian communities are tight-knit, but no one here will give me the time of day. I don't fit in here, and since I left home, I don't belong there either. I don't know what to do. Player: "Go home to your family." You clearly don't know my parents. Pandaemonium is kind compared to them. When I was little, they starved me for three days for nothing more than telling a lie. Of course that only taught me how to be a better liar. If I go back home, they'll know I failed. Player: "May shadows comfort you." I was naive, I know. I came here with no idea what I was going to do and very little Kinah. Perhaps I need a plan, perhaps there is a place for me here.... Player: "I hope you find it." |