Male Beggar Dialogue COMPLETE

MAKE SURE TO HAVE AUDIO RECORDINGS SET FOR MONO, NOT STEREO
SPLIT EACH INDIVIDUAL LINE INTO ITS OWN FILE
KEEP QUALITY CLEAN AND CLEAR THROUGHOUT
HAVE THE AUDIO BE AS LOUD AS YOU CAN MAKE IT WITHOUT AUDIBLE CLICKING OR NOISE

COMMENTS IN BRACKETS {} ARE SPOKEN/DONE BY THE PLAYER
COMMENTS IN BRACKETS [] IS WHAT THE PLAYER IS DOING OR WHERE THEY ARE

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Huh?! Who in oblivion are you?

{Better be quiet if you know what's good for you.}

What?! Oh, elritch sent you didn't he? Ha! You wont get me! Guards, guards!

{Some people want you dead, if you listen to me then you may live.}

Elritch right?! It's not my fault, those lot always heaped their dung on me, treated me like dirt. Now the guard's are going to deal with the rest of you.

You're just gonna gut me as soon as I come out of this cell! I'm not fallin' for it! Guards!

{The guards wont be disturbing us anytime soon, if you know what I mean. Now are you going to listen?}

You killed them? Have mercy! I'm a pathetic man, I wont have anything do with this town again, just let me run.

{You give me that helmet you stole from one of your friends and I'll look the other way. Better cover up if you want to get out of here.}

Sure, go ahread. I didn't even need it anyway, just took it because i knew it'd make them mad.

I've seen where the guard stash their gear, I'll suit up and be out of your hair in no time - t-thank you, thought for sure that I was a dead man.

[Scene where beggar confronts player, wanting the player to perform a small job]

Hey! New face... Do me a favor will ya, please, I'll make it worth the trouble.

{What is it, beggar?}

Look, I need some gear friend - real fast like, I'm willing to part whatever gold I got here, if ya agree that is.

Just need ya to give the rest of this pouch to a fella called Elritch, down in Arnima. He'll be festerin' with the rest of our ilk - you know, beggars.

{If I pass by, I'll tell him. Give me the gold.}

You've earned yourself a friend - anything you need, I mean anything, and I'll return the favor. Just don't go askin' while my eyes are at the back of my head, that's my happy time.

{Out of my sight, beggar filth.}

Ugh, sorry my lord ! I meant no offense, don't think nothing of it!

[Scene where beggar argues with other beggar]

'Bout us. All of us. You hear what happened in raven spring right? That bastad lord killed our boys down there.

"What of it"?! How many times must this happen for you to get it you dumb bastad. Those lords don't give two shits about us. How much worse must it get for you to get a clue.

All over this land those bastads throw us into the pig trough whenever they feel like it. I'm tired of it. I'm damn tired of living under their heel.

And you think that'll be different how? One king for another? Have you not been listening? Nah, see those witchmen now, they have the right idea. Striking fear into their lordly hearts.

I'm not alone in this you know, most of the others been talking good of those withcmen. We've even got the serfs speaking well of 'em. Sticking two fingers up to these noble bastads.

Yeah I knew you'd say this, still eating from your masters hand huh. Still licking that boot, even through all this you're still just their pet. An' I know you're gonna rat me out...

So I better make this quick.

{Why are the beggars down here?}

It's where we made our home, the council deemed us an eyesore on the streets and demanded that we either find shelter outside the city or in the army.

We're an eyesore mate, what other reason. They say there aint enough space up there but we know it's a crock of dung. Look how much space those noble manors take up - it's always been about image.

Besides we got nowhere else to stay, despite how miserable this hole is - it's a whole lot safer than the wilds.

{Ever thought about joining Evermore's military instead?}

Ha, beggars like us are fodder for their battles - sent to the front with pitchforks and sticks. Only those yearning for death would ever make that choice.

And they normally send the poorest and forgettable to be the forward line of the militia. Death 100% guaranteed. So we make do here.

{What do you do?}

You know me? Got Something I need?

{No, I've got nothing for you}

Then why are we talking? Guards aren't around and I'm on edge, don't want anythin' happenng now, do we?

{Did you see anyone run pass?}

Depends, what will I get if I did?

{Not being beaten for one}

Sheesh, you knightly folk are all the same. Look I aint seen nothin', though that abby over there was ravin' about some stranger dashin' through here not long ago.

{Let's not waste time}

Light up, was jestin with ya. I've seen none, but abby over there may have. Sorry, m'lord.

[NPC DYING WORDS]
Peace...
My time...
I guess it's my time...
It's over...

[NPC FLEEING]
I'm outa here.

[NPC BEING ATTACKED]
Ergh
Are you nuts?!
You mad?!
Get outa here!

[NPC ATTACKING PLAYER/ENEMY]
I'll feed you to the rats.
Come on, keep up.
Ah!

[PLAYER SWINGING WEAPON INFRONT OF NPC]
Get that out of my face.

[GOODBYE]
On your way.
Later.
Get on.
Yeah.

[HELLO]
Keep going.
Got something for me?
Whattsa matter?
What?



{Beggar talks about lords getting commupance, how king + lords are corrupt and that the only gods who bless them are evil ones. Maybe have it be misc dialogue.}

{Beggar talks hopelessly and accepts position, self hating and wants pity}

{Beggar says something eerily similar to witchman, maybe worm conquer mountain}