A Wrinkled Bonelord

A Wrinkled Bonelord Este NPC é Bibliotecário, Roleplay   Antes do Update 10.20. Jogador: hi A Wrinkled Bonelord: What is this? An optically challenged entity called Player. How fascinating! Jogador: death A Wrinkled Bonelord: Yes, yes, I will kill you soon enough, now let me continue my investigation on you. Jogador: god A Wrinkled Bonelord: They will mourn the day they abandoned us. Jogador: job A Wrinkled Bonelord: I am the great librarian. Jogador: library A Wrinkled Bonelord: It's a fine library, isn't it? Jogador: name A Wrinkled Bonelord: I am 486486 and NOT 'Blinky' as some people called me ... before they died. Jogador: Tibia A Wrinkled Bonelord: It's 1, not 'Tibia', silly. Jogador: cyclops A Wrinkled Bonelord: Uglyness incarnate. One eye! Imagine that! Horrible! Jogador: elves A Wrinkled Bonelord: These fools and their superstitious life cult don't understand anything of importance. Jogador: Excalibug A Wrinkled Bonelord: Only inferior species need weapons. Jogador: Ab'Dendriel A Wrinkled Bonelord: I heard that elves moved in upstairs. Jogador: numbers A Wrinkled Bonelord: Numbers are essential. They are the secret behind the scenes. If you are a master of mathematics you are a master over life and death. Jogador: books A Wrinkled Bonelord: Our books are written in 469, of course you can't understand them. Jogador: 469 A Wrinkled Bonelord: The language of my kind. Superior to any other language and only to be spoken by entities with enough eyes to blink it. Jogador: orcs A Wrinkled Bonelord: Noisy pests. Jogador: minotaurs A Wrinkled Bonelord: Their mages are so close to the truth. Closer then they know and closer then it's good for them. Jogador: humans A Wrinkled Bonelord: Good tools to work with ... After their death, that is. Jogador: bye A Wrinkled Bonelord: Wait right there. I will eat you after writing down what I found out. Após do Update 10.20. Jogador: hi A Wrinkled Bonelord: What's this? An optically challenged entity called <jogador>. How fascinating! Jogador: tibia A Wrinkled Bonelord: It's 1, not 'Tibia', silly. Jogador: gods A Wrinkled Bonelord: They will mourn the day they abandoned us. Jogador: ab'dendriel A Wrinkled Bonelord: I heard that elves moved in upstairs. Jogador: death A Wrinkled Bonelord: Yes, yes, I'll kill you soon enough, now let me continue my investigations about you. Jogador: library A Wrinkled Bonelord: It's a fine library, isn't it? All this knowledge! All those books! Jogador: books A Wrinkled Bonelord: Our books are written in 469, of course you can't understand them. Jogador: 469 A Wrinkled Bonelord: The language of my kind. Superior to any other language and only to be spoken by entities with enough eyes to blink it. Jogador: language A Wrinkled Bonelord: Our language is beyond comprehension by your lesser beings. It heavily relies on mathemagic ... A Wrinkled Bonelord: Your brain is not suited for the mathemagical processing necessary to understand our language ... A Wrinkled Bonelord: To decipher even our most basic texts, it would need a genius that can calculate numbers within seconds in his brain. Jogador: our A Wrinkled Bonelord: The world is full of inferior species. Once, our race ruled the whole world, but then the gods destroyed our empire ... A Wrinkled Bonelord: But our race is proficient in the return from death. One day we will rise again, that's for sure! Jogador: numbers A Wrinkled Bonelord: Numbers are essential. They are the secret behind the scenes. If you are a master of mathematics, you are a master over life and death. Jogador: name A Wrinkled Bonelord: I'm 486486 and NOT 'Blinky' as some people called me ... before they died. So don't ... confuse your numbers, as my kind says. Jogador: job A Wrinkled Bonelord: I'm the great librarian of this library of a once great city. Jogador: librarian A Wrinkled Bonelord: So much knowledge was lost in the great wars when we had to retreat to hidden places beneath the surface ... A Wrinkled Bonelord: Most of our data storages are lost and so are the means to read or recreate some of them ... A Wrinkled Bonelord: We had to use the primitive storage form of books to recreate some of the lost knowledge. In the past, we used far more advanced forms of storage ... A Wrinkled Bonelord: Such as bound spirits but also means your puny brain would never be able to comprehend. Jogador: city A Wrinkled Bonelord: This city is nothing but a pale shadow compared to the cities of the past. Our race was forced to retreat to such insignificant underground outposts after the wars. Jogador: wars A Wrinkled Bonelord: Our race has fought many wars in the past and has won most of them. Sometimes, though, it takes only one loss to bring a race down ... A Wrinkled Bonelord: All the more if the gods you are fighting for, turn out to be traitors. Jogador: cyclops A Wrinkled Bonelord: Ugliness incarnated. Only one eye! Imagine that! How horrible! Jogador: elves A Wrinkled Bonelord: These fools and their superstitious life cult don't understand anything of importance. Jogador: excalibug A Wrinkled Bonelord: Only inferior species need weapons. Jogador: Ab'Dendriel A Wrinkled Bonelord: I heard that elves moved in upstairs. Jogador: orcs A Wrinkled Bonelord: Noisy pests. Jogador: minotaurs A Wrinkled Bonelord: Their mages are so close to the truth. Closer than they know and closer than it's good for them. Jogador: humans A Wrinkled Bonelord: Good tools to work with ... once they are dead, that is. Jogador: blinky A Wrinkled Bonelord: Interesting how foolish you are. Take this and see how long you'll last. Jogador: bonelord A Wrinkled Bonelord: Our race is very old. Over the time, we have been given many different names by other races ... A Wrinkled Bonelord: The term bonelord sticks to us for quite a while now ... A Wrinkled Bonelord: In our language the name of our race is not fixed but a complex formula, and as such it always changes for the subjective viewer. Jogador: 0 A Wrinkled Bonelord: Go and wash your eyes for using this obscene number! Jogador: bye A Wrinkled Bonelord: Wait right there. I'll eat you right after writing down what I found out. A Wrinkled Bonelord Este NPC é Bibliotecário, Roleplay Localização: Biblioteca do Hellgate, abaixo de Ab'Dendriel, (Predefinição:Mapa/NPC). Notas: Ele vai queimar você caso o chame de "Blinky". Ele sabe muito sobre a linguagem 469. (Ver as transcrições desse NPC) Itens negociáveis: Nenhum.

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