Vigilant Hills/dialogue

Ambient dialogue for Vigilant Hills from past Living World releases can be found here.

Ambient dialogue

During Battle for Lion's Arch

Between Peneloopee and Bloomanoo

Peneloopee: Oooh.. Quaggan is so cold!

Bloomanoo: Quaggan is too.

(Peneloopee runs a lap around the camp fire before returning to Bloomanoo)

Peneloopee: Quaggans should snuggle for warmth.

Peneloopee: What are quaggans going to do now? Quaggan's old home is gone, and now quaggan's new home is too.

Peneloopee: Quaggan is trying hard not to cry.

Bloomanoo: Don't fret love. The journey takes its toll, but the waters at the end will be fresh.

Peneloopee: Quaggan's home is wherever Bloomanoo is.

Peneloopee: Quaggan thinks there must be warmer waters south of here.

Bloomanoo: Quaggan is brave. Quaggan will make the journey.

Peneloopee: Nnngh. Quaggan wishes Scarlet would die!

Between Crusader Breachstride and Tactician Hazardclaw

Crusader Breachstride: The enemy's in there. Why are we standing around with our weapons in our hands?

Tactician Hazardclaw: Save that energy. We'll be leading the charge just as soon as a gust pushes the miasma out to sea.

Crusader Breachstride: Hmpf. Damn miasma.

Crusader Breachstride: You see all the dead Lionguard they've been pulling out of the city?

Tactician Hazardclaw: Shh. Not around the civilians.

Tactician Hazardclaw: Never thought I'd be protecting this many civilians in our own backyard.

Crusader Breachstride: I know. Usually we'd get dispatched to some awful hole in the ground.

Crusader Breachstride: After our shift is done, I can walk back, have a hot meal, and sleep in my own bunk. Kinda nice.

Crusader Breachstride: Uh, you know...

Tactician Hazardclaw: I was thinking the same thing. I don't mind pulling extra guard duty.

Crusader Breachstride: And I don't mind donating my chow. Yeah.

Tactician Hazardclaw: Same here.

Tactician Hazardclaw: Scarlet's barged in and taken a whole city overnight. Imagine the planning.

Crusader Breachstride: I don't know and I don't care to know. Just tell me when we get to kick down the door and ruin her day.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: How are we doing?

Lionguard Corpsman: There's a spike in secondary infections. Moss lung and longfeather rashes, mostly.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: Whose bright idea was it to have open-air hospitals?

Lionguard Corpsman: The Vigil's infirmary is packed with wounded. It's a complete mess in there.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: Well, tell their warmasters these people need to be inside. Otherwise, we'll be digging mass graves on their doorstep.

Lionguard Corpsman: You look beat.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: And you look like a bloated dolyak's rump.

Lionguard Corpsman: I mean, when's the last time you got some sleep?

Lionguard Healer Halloway: Patients first. Sleep later.

Lionguard Healer Halloway comes to Wounded Lionguard

Wounded Lionguard: (cough) Where am I?

Lionguard Healer Halloway: A Lionguard field hospital.

Wounded Lionguard: (cough) Can barely breathe. Lungs and eyes feel on fire.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: It'll pass. You need to take it easy. Now, I need your name and unit, for the records.

Wounded Lionguard: Drax Tinderstride, Private. Sixth Harbor detail. (cough)

Lionguard Healer Halloway: That's fine, soldier. Get some rest.

Lionguard Healer Halloway returns to Lionguard Corpsman

Lionguard Healer Halloway: He'll be gone in an hour. Add his name to the list.

Lionguard Corpsman: You're finally taking a break?

Lionguard Healer Halloway: Turns out I got a volunteer.

Lionguard Corpsman: Is that a golem?

Lionguard Healer Halloway: Don't knock it. It doesn't sleep, doesn't need to eat, doesn't feel demoralized by dying patients.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: The thing just showed up, wanting to help. At this point, I could use it.

Heal-o-Tron: Analyzing—miasma—aerosol.

Lionguard Corpsman: You can do that?

Heal-o-Tron: Consortium—programming—offers—basic—analysis—of—chemical—compounds. Analysis—underway.

Lionguard Corpsman: Can you find a cure?

Heal-o-Tron: For—current—late-stage—patients, negative.

Heal-o-Tron: However, infection—appears—to—be—counteracted—by—subaether—harmonics—in—a—localized—energy—field.

Lionguard Healer Halloway comes to the nearby group of Seraph

Seraph Sergeant: Are you in charge here?

Lionguard Healer Halloway: You have a complaint? And I was having such a good day.

Seraph Sergeant: Official Seraph business, ma'am. We're looking for a golem. It's been—

Lionguard Healer Halloway: You're kidding. I thought you were the first of a relief effort from Divinity's Reach, but you're here for a golem?

Seraph Soldier: Have you seen one? Small, ovoid shaped, two arms, hovers. Sarcastic tone.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: Yes, it's my backup medic.

Seraph Soldier: You are ordered to hand over the golem immediately.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: You want me to give over the only other combat medic I have? Go eat your sword.

Seraph Sergeant: Orders are orders. The golem is wanted on an outstanding warrant.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: What's the charge?

Seraph Sergeant: Aiding and abetting a known mass murderer—Scarlet Briar.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: You're joking! No, I don't think you've ever joked in your life.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: Gods...I'll go find him.

Heal-o-Tron comes to the group

Heal-o-Tron: This—unit—was—summoned. How—may—I—assist—you?

Lionguard Healer Halloway: These Seraph say you helped Scarlet. Fess up. Is it true?

Heal-o-Tron: Negative.

Seraph Sergeant: It's lying. It was seen in Scarlet's presence when she attacked the Queen's Jubilee.

Heal-o-Tron: I—was—captured—and—forced—into—Scarlet's—service. This—unit—has—no—loyalty—to—her.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: See? Now either help with the wounded or leave. We've got injured to treat.

Seraph Sergeant: It seems this golem left out a few crucial details, such has his being found guilty of aiding Scarlet.

Lionguard Healer Halloway: You were found guilty of helping the psycho who's hammering our city?

Heal-o-Tron: Affirmative. However—

Lionguard Healer Halloway: However, nothing. Get away from my patients. You're probably behind what put them here. Get out!

Seraph Sergeant: You heard the lady. Come with us. Now.

Heal-o-Tron: Negative. I—paid—my—debt—to—the—people—of—Divinity's—Reach. I—raised—thousands—of—gold—for—them—during—Wintersday.

Heal-o-Tron: I—overheard—Seraph—talking—about—using—this—unit—to—

Seraph Sergeant: Enough. Come along right now. You have nowhere to run.

Heal-o-Tron: Negative! I—will—find—an—alternate—solution. This—unit—is—no—longer—in—your—possession.