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DialogueEdit

First conversationEdit

  • Player: A lot of bad things must have happened here.
  • Skulls mercenary: You don't know the half of it, pal!
  • Player: Argh! Y-y-you're a talking pile of bones!
  • Skulls mercenary: And you're a talking bag of gas. You gonna listen to my story or what?
  • Player: No need for insults. What's your story, then?
  • Skulls mercenary: Captain Cora - that was her name. She's the one who did this to us. Trapped our minds in our bones, cursed us to this eternal torment.
  • Skulls mercenary: This musta been, like, twenty years back now. Just showed up one day, how'd you do, then cursed us like that was nothing.
  • Player: Then what?
  • Skulls mercenary: She left. We didn't chase her, though - didn't feel like it. Didn't feel much of anything from that day on.
  • Skulls mercenary: Then slowly, one by one, we all just died...but somehow also kept on living. Then we started decomposing, yet still here in our heads. Now we're all just bones.
  • Skulls mercenary: [sic]
  • Player: Yet you can still think and talk? And feel?
  • Skulls mercenary: Don't feel nothing, mate. Like I said, haven't in a long time. We're all just stuck here, not moving on, not going anywhere.
  • Player: That's horrific. I mean, you Skulls pirates are reprehensible, but still.
  • Skulls mercenary: I know, right. She must have learned some serious necromantic magic. She could at least have just turned us into normal zombies. Then we could at least have carried on our piratical ways. This is just cruel.
  • Skulls mercenary: Leave me to my torment, mate.

Subsequent conversationsEdit

  • Skulls mercenary: Captain Cora knows some serious necromancy, mate. Don't get on her wrong side like we did.

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