Kathorg Gorehallow
"We are besieged by demons, dead, machines, men, cultists, beasts, mutants, spirits and even the Alliance its self... Taje will need a bigger gun."
Kartu scoffs.
Interrogator Jerome shrugs, forsaken do not laugh, they only exist.
Jord Halzanithir
"Oh. Let me remind you mear dear sweet morsel.... I will make sure that the world is quite the safe haven for those of us able to cope with the insanity. Cope with me?"
He finishes strangling the girl.
"Sorry... No place in paradise for those that whine about meals or bathing... Those there are not divine traits."
Another cult member spits on the body.
"Neptulon and company take you deep dear, Mercy upon you."
Forsaken Death Squad
Duron: You, why do you wish to join the Bloodsworn?
Versich: The Apothecary is joining. Thus, I shall join as well.
Duron: Okay...why do you want to join the Bloodsworn?
Cyril: The Apothecary is joining. Thus, I shall join as well.
Duron: Awesome...and what about her?
Endling: *Rattle*
Duron: ...I'm guessing she doesn't talk. Can someone speak for her?
Roderick: Ah, allow me. I am joining. Thus, she shall join as well.
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Manabe: Why did your companions surround my friend?
Cyril: We are accountants.
Roderick: She could have given me a particularly heavy tax. They needed to be nearby. Just in case.
Versich: I've never touched a blade in my life.
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Cyril: I see you fail to catch on to my sarcasm.
Roderick: It seems I no longer have the facilities to give a shit, my dear Cyril.
Aroes Blackstone, talking to fellow mages while fighting demons in Outland
*In a Joyous tone* "Ah stand and fight ya' cowards! There's only a hundred more of 'em!"
A felfire bolt hits their barracade
"Well shit Red, have any more bright ideas?"
"We could always throw Anthony's cooking at them..."
"That won't work..even against demons that would be a crime against humanity."
'I Never'
Lilah: Perhaps you should go to bed...
Clover (Drunk): I'm fine, I'm fiiiiiiiine!
Clover gives a thumbs up to an empty seat.
Clover (Drunk): Huh...
Demitrius; "Say my name again and I will shoot you!"
Don; "Why, -Demi-, it's safe here"
Demitrius; "That's it, you earned yourself a bullet to the leg for ignorance."
Annabelle; "Enough!"
Don; "Sorry.."
Demitrius; "That's exactly why I'm your best-man.."
Skand
After an explosion, he is facing the other way, a man pipes up.
"The building is still standing."
Skand hits a second button.
The building next door collapses onto the other weakened building. Skand nods.
"Explosions."
Don
*Don takes a step back, and tries to jump right on top of Haim's head, a simple maneuver, proven deadly to any mushroom in Mario or Luigi's paths. Haim falls limp as Don lands on him, the prior punt coupled with the slam too much...*
*A short pause as Annabelle and Zoljock walk over*
"Did ah break 'im..?"
Don:[to Marlowe, a Forsaken] Nice monocle.
Marlowe: Nice circulatory system.
Earth Elemental: Your rocks and minerals, or your life!
Grakor: ...are we being mugged by elementals?
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Burly Peon: Just give me some hush money, and I'll talk for you. Yeah. Doesn't make any sense, right? Well guess what. It does.
Warlord Garin Elfcleaver: "We mustn't stop moving. This is Fel-country."
Remi hops on the bear and slaps its ass, shouting as he tries to get its control.
Zaklok: Is he...ridin' dat ting?
Grollok Ragefist: "Time to mosey..."
Mokaku
*Mochla, Drumgar and Mokaku are discussing what makes a hero*
Mochla: "I am thinking, friend Goretalon, that fame implies possession, and that sacrifice implies a lack of it. I believe there is something a hero must maintain to become what he is. Nothing so physical, or material... can you guess what it is?"
Drumgar: "Selflessness."
Mokaku: "Er... trust? I ain' good wit' guessin' games."
Mochla smiles knowingly, tipping her head into a bit of a nod. "When you discover that answer, you will discover what you seek."
Mokaku: ... Bah. Riddles...
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Mokaku: "Did I evah tell you de time I was shipwrecked 3 times?"
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Navren: We are going to be... travelling back in time.
Mokaku: ... Bes' day ever. Where do I sign?
*Turog feeds a god-knows-what laced apple to a pig. The pig proceeds to run around rabidly from the effects of the drugs.*
Turog: Look at him go!
*The pig finally collapses on the ground.*
Turog: Oh, he's fine...
*The pig starts eating the ground.*
Turog: He's perfectly fine...
*Later*
Turog: I'm gonna go check up on my pig...
*Even Later*
Turog: Hey Grak! I made a new friend...
*Summons Pig*
Also:
Turog: You guys don't know how to handle bears...
Duron crosses his arms. "Hell hath no fury like Mochla's Thunderstorm."