Grimbayne Dialogue COMPLETE

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60-70, sounds old.
Undertaker at local cemetery.
Unaware of himself at times, signs of dementia.
Deep, rough tone to voice

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{Trouble?}


Yes quite, Hmmmm, a stranger are we?

{Shouldn't we be talking about your problem?}

Ah yes, forgive me, the years have taken their toll. I assume you've heard of the situation already?

{Yes, no need for further details. Just tell me what to do.}

Ah! Rambunctious, a trait that will be invaluable here no doubt. Carrying on..

That grieving spirit haunts the tomb beneath us - yet if only she grieved, we wouldn't need such precautions against her. A rage also simmers.

A rage that can fall any too eager to settle this matter - the only measure we have is corralling her within this gem. A crueler fate for the already ill-fated.

{Alright give it here, I'll take care of this}

Remember, boldness treads a fine line between the peak and the fall. Go with caution.

{No, elaborate}

The disturbance came into being a fortnight ago, I was awoken in the nadir of night - a scream that penetrated every layer of the hall.

Upon opening the entrance to the tomb, a whimper, barely heard. Yet as I drew closer, the wailing become that much louder. Suddenly the wails stopped, and she hurled herself towards me with such haste.

I had shielded myself and escaped, the spirit never followed - it possesses the air around her corpse, with her longing cries reminding us of her presence.

{Who is she?}

Belize, the late wife of Lord Mortifayne - taken in the imperiled season that hastened Raven Spring's decay.

{Now what do you need done}

You cannot kill that which is dead - only contain it. So with that morsel of knowledge, I sought the cage that will settle this ordeal. Yet another piece of the plan was missing.

And that was you, or anyone bearing arms. I'm far too old to avoid the sorcery that icy spirit conjures up.



{This doesn't fall under my skill set, you'll have to find someone else.}

Her presence precludes any further burials for the time being. Now I'm sure the residents of Arnima don't want their dead left atop the soil, exposed to the ravenous elements.

If you happen upon a different persuasion regarding this matter, have it be soon.

{Your ghost is gone.}

We must put the celebrations on hold, Belize's shrieks have awoken some malevolent agency within the dead. I made it by a hair's breadth to warn you.

{Where are they?}

Outside, within these sacred grounds. The graves are being upturned by their occupants. I've asked much of you already, yet you're the only one with the mettle to stand against this threat.

{I'll get on it}

If only there were more like you to be found in the guard. I'll pray for your safety.



{That should be the end of it.}

I knew my faith in you wasn't misplaced, Arkay and all those benign gods look upon you with favor.


{How on Nirn did that ghost summon an army of the dead?}

If I had the answer then this may have been averted, her shriek must have resonated with whatever life still lingered in those buried bones.

Will need to find another hand to lay the dead to rest, yet again - what with my old age, shoveling mounds of dirt will surely do my back in.

{I'm sure the nearby guard could lend a hand.}

Of course, you've done more than enough here - who knows what could have happened if these pernicious souls had escaped these grounds.

Will have to get in contact with the priests of the west, have them hatch some precaution so that another similar incident doesn't arise.

Take this, it's not much, yet I'm sure it can buy you something with the merchants around here.


{What happened with this Belize?}

Belize's tale is that of tragedy, whose story still continues beyond her death. With Mortifayne being what remains of her legacy, despite how corrupted he's become.

30 years has passed since that harrowing siege upon the town, spawned of the Orcs malice, with the residents panicked and fearful - had locked themselves from their own produce.

Starvation had run rampant through the town, with many succumbing to their famished conditions. Those in the manor however, fared a great deal better than the lower folk.

{They had larger stockpiles of food I take it?}

One would have guessed, but from where? The siege occurred at the dawn of a new harvest, there was little food within the walls at the time, even for nobility.

Just another secret that has yet to be uncovered. "The past is the past": is what I would say if not for us still suffering our history.

{Another cheery story from the Reach..}

Well, you are talking to an undertaker whose company is the dead - our's is world of heavy hearts.

[Misc dialogue]


[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER STEALING]
The gods have naught but disgust for thieves, return that this instance.


[NPC DYING WORDS]
My service is over...
Arkay, is this my time?

[NPC REACTS TO FRIENDS DEATH]
Those who spill blood are condemned to suffer!
Hideous agent of discord!

[NPC ATTACKED]
Halt at once!
Have you no heart?!
Stendarr shield me!
Mercy!
Agh!

[NPC BLOCKING ATTACKS]
I have the aegis of stendarr.
It'll take more than that.

[NPC BLEEDING OUT, ON KNEES]
Arkay... We are soon to meet...
I must continue to serve...

[NPC ATTACKING PLAYER/ENEMY]
That eager to meet Arkay?!
Gods, grant me conviction!
Blasphemous swine!
Agggh!
Submit to divine authority!
Begone demon!
Back to your foul mistress!
Let us be ridden of your malice!

[NPC REACTS TO CORPSE]
May you find solace within mara's gentle sea.

[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER SWINGING WEAPON]
Careful! We don't want anymore spilled blood.

[NPC REACTS TO PLAYER SPELLS]
Magnificent display!
A talented mage are we? Should put your use in helping us priests.

[PLAYER SHOVES NPC]
Careful!
Ugh!


[NPC SAYS GOODBYE]
Blessings for your future journeys.
May you still be living when you return.
Gods-speed, knight.
Farewell.
Good fortunes.

[NPC SAYS HELLO]
Seeking closure?
We meet again, how fare you?
Doing well, knight?
Have we made progress?
We should hurry.

[PLANS FOR FURTHER DIALOGUE]

{Have grimbayne talk about xivalai and how he murdered heroes of reach, trio who can be found in cemetary. Say that he eluded guard and daedra hunters and may still be in hiding.}

{Grimbayne can also talk about history of rulers in reach, mortifayne's lineage and their reign}

{Ask grimbayne if he gets much trouble near cemetary, he says that exiles never bother him. Sometimes he would see them attempting to dig up a grave but they're swiftly dealt with. However, the witchmen are more worrying as they will attack anyone and defile dead}