Greydath/Quotes

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Volume 3[edit | edit source]

(To Rags' Goblin Council) “This is how Goblins act. She is true Goblin, Goblin Chieftain Rags!”
(To Rags) “Dangerous, Chieftain. Very. Wolves is good for surprise and raiding. Horses is good for charging. Hard to stop.”
(To Rags) “Is big tribe. Probably can remember.”
(To Rags) “Chieftain wants to be a warrior. Is not one.”
(To Rags) “The Goblin King was a peaceful king for many years. Six years he ruled and we lived without fighting.”
(To Rags) “We made peace with the Humans, Gnolls, even Drakes. On this continent. On Baleros we forged alliances. While he lived, Goblins were only hunted in a few places, and most of us prospered.”
(To Rags) “Know him? I saw him die. I was there. I remember the Goblin King, Velan. And as the Humans and other races named him: Velan the Kind. And I remember the King before that. Curulac of a Hundred Days.”
(To Rags) “Hah! Chieftain is strong! For Goblin.”
(To Rags) “Training is good! Makes Goblins strong! If Chieftain says so, is it not Goblin?”

Volume 4[edit | edit source]

(To Rags' Goblin Council) “South? Towards Goblin Lord? Yes. Lots of fighting there. Bad fighting! Or want to hide?”
(To Goblins) “Something is coming. Can’t you feel it, younglings?”
(To Pyrite) “Good thought! Smart. You were always smart. But invincible is invincible, eh? Good that you meet Humans like that now rather than later. There are always warriors like that. Should make you train harder, you lazy dreamer, you!”
(To Rags) “Not Graybeard, Chieftain? Not me? I never said who I was. I am just old Goblin. What is surprising about me knowing how to fight?”
(To Rags) “Who am I? I am Greydath.”
(To Flooded Waters) "In years past they knew me across the world. They shouted my name. Enemies, allies. The world trembled as we built, and then destroyed. And though many have forgotten his face, so long as one Goblin lives, his dream continues. I served Velan the Kind. And he named me his servant of arms.”
(To Rags) “I am Greydath of Blades. Once, a Goblin Lord.”
(To Rags) “To see whether you are worthy.”
(To Rags) “You are too young. Too small. Too weak.”
(To Rags) “But most of all? You are not enough.”
(To Rags) “You do not crush others with who you are. That is all.”
(To Rags) “Overwhelming! Goblin Lords define themselves by their overwhelming talent! In combat, with sword or axe or bow or magic! With their minds, or hearts! Goblin Lords must stand above all others!”
(To Rags) “A Goblin Lord rules over other Goblins! They are unmatched! I am the greatest of blades, the one who could not be defeated by force of arms! I am Greydath! And you would be a Lord? Equal to me?”
(To Rags) "You. You are not enough, child Chieftain. Tremborag is not enough. He is old, lazy, fat on his arrogance. Garen Redfang is complacent in his strength. That is what I see. But I wonder, is the Goblin Lord truly as flawed as others claim?”
(To Rags) “No. He is young. But he must be worthy of his position. But even if he is—I rode with the Goblin King. He is not my equal. And you are not worthy, child! Not yet. None of you are worthy to even remember the face of the Goblin King!”
(To Pyrite) “I am going, young Pyrite. Going to see what the Goblin Lord is. Your Chieftain is too small, yet. She may be something if she grows, may be not. I will not wait.”
(To Rags) “Because I cannot be King.”
(To Reiss) “Yes, Goblin Lord! I am humble traveler. Once had tribe, but lost it! Too old, but too tough to die! Heard Goblin Lord’s call and came. Old Greybeard is so tired. Didn’t mean to intrude! Will go if unwanted. But asks Goblin Lord’s mercy!”
(To Reiss) “Too kind! So kind! Is true, Goblin Lord protects. He calls and protects! With army! With swords and black armor! And undead!”
(To Reiss) “So mighty! Crusher of Drakes! Has one prisoner! Mighty lord of undead! And slayer of Drakes! Take this one for torture? Ransom? Pleasure?”
(To Reiss) “Permission! To be undead after dead? Good joke!”
(To Reiss) “Hmm. Yes. Maybe. Goblins not like undead. But if make for Goblins to live, good? Better? Good question! Since Goblin Lords says, is right!”
(To Reiss) “Many things. Goblin Lord uses undead. Goblin Lord is not-Goblin. Foolish things by angry Goblins I think. But then I hear something else. I hear you are a slave.”
(To Reiss) “Teaches? Teach Goblin? A master?”
(To Reiss) “Not good master then. Slaves. If Goblin Lord is slave, are we all slaves? Are we all dying casual death, death of meaninglessness?”
(To Reiss) “Can fight Goblin Lord! Have sword.”
(To Osthia) “Think a Goblin Lord can be beaten so easily? Watch.”
(To Osthia) “Cheating? He offered a duel and the Human took it. Not his fault if he thought a [Mage] would joust. More idiot, he.”
(To Osthia) “Not all. Only soldiers. Only those who ask. It makes a difference. And if he uses undead, so what? Velan hated undead. But our King is dead and a Goblin Lord is a Goblin Lord. He protects. The undead don’t matter.”
(To Osthia) “Slave. A Goblin Lord who is slave to a Necromancer. That is new. I have known weaker Goblin Lords, but I have never met one who was a slave. But he is a Goblin Lord, however small.”
(To Osthia) “A coward, a child, and a slave. Interesting. And each one claims to be true Goblin?”
(To Osthia) “They are Goblin. Any of them might be worthy. One stands out more, though. Redfang. But he is not a true Goblin.”
(To Osthia) “Garen? Work with a Goblin Lord? He might become a Goblin Lord. And then there would be two. Or one if they clash. But that won’t happen.”
(To Osthia) "He slaughtered his tribe. Adventurers. Other species. It matters not. He called them tribe and cut them down for a relic of our King. For hope. But he still cut them down. And so long as that is true, no matter how many false tribes he builds, no matter how strong his sword, he will never be a true Chieftain, much less a Lord. But if he changes…yes. Time to see him. This Goblin Lord will do anyways, if the others fail.”
(To Osthia) "Just old! Don’t you mind. Tell Goblin Lord I liked his beans. Going now. Keep secret or I cut off tail. Drakes hate that.”

Volume 5[edit | edit source]

(To Garen) “Redfang, eh? Good name for a Goblin! Good name. Poor for you. A not-Goblin doesn’t deserve a name like that. Or a tribe. Which is why you lost yours!”
(To Garen) “They called me Greybeard here. Greybeard, the old, useless Goblin. Good name, though. Every Goblin needs a name. But decades ago they called me another name. Greydath of Blades. A worthy name for a Goblin. A better name than yours.”
(To Garen) “Good! Haven’t done that in years. You were a Gold-rank adventurer, weren’t you? Strong. They must have loved you and feared you. Your team. Didn’t they? Is that why you killed them?”
(To Garen) “What do I want? To see how strong Garen Redfang is. And the answer? Very strong. As strong as the coward, nearly. If you two fought and you had a bit more magic, would you win? You are stronger than the Goblin Lord. With the blade. Little else, though. You’d be a fine warrior in any tribe. You are the poorest of Chieftains.”
(To Garen) “Make me.”
(To Garen) “A poor leader. A failure who can’t keep his tribe fed. Can’t keep their loyalty. But strong. Strength would be enough. But you are no Goblin. You betrayed your tribe. Your first tribe. That’s what they called you. Even the Humans know you. Team killer. Tribe killer. Not Goblin.”
(To Garen) “Enough. A not-Goblin isn’t enough to challenge a Lord. Not at all. If you changed, maybe. But what did you do? You stuck with the coward, while the child ran away with your tribe. And the slave came and you lost your tribe again. Look around, Redfang. They desert you each time. And why? Because you are no Chieftain. Not worthy. Not a Goblin.”
(To Garen) “Good to see her. Good to remember! Good test for all of you. Especially the slave. I’d stay and greet her, but she knows me. And there’s something strange to the south. So I go. I’ll see you and the others soon.”
(To himself) “What do I see? An army of lost children and five who walk Garen Redfang’s path. What will you do, for all those who play games with Goblin lives? And who is she?”
(To Redfangs) “Now I see. You five are a fragment, aren’t you?”
(To Redfangs) “I dreamed of five not-Chieftains. Of five seeds not grown. And I did not know why. Now I do. You aren’t independent. You’re copying your tribe. But what worked when you were lowly warriors isn’t working now. You are too large to be common Goblins, but you haven’t grown into your new roles. You are incomplete and so you are fragments. And these lost children are just like you.”
(To Redfangs) “Everything about you is awkward. You still move uncomfortably in your new bodies. And you—you can’t even control your class.”
(To Redfangs) “Not Greybeard. Greydath of Blades.”
(To Redfangs) “Not children. Not slaves. Not traitors. And not cowards either. Fragments? No. There is a better word for you. I do not know it yet. But you are too weak. And too content.”
(To Redfangs) “I watched you five for a day. Train. Eat. Sleep. Good enough for other species, but not for Goblins. You are complacent. Lazy. And it is her fault.”
(To Redfangs) “Who is that Human you speak to? The one who visits your cave? The one in the inn with the magic door. She is not your master. Is she your friend? A friend to Goblins? It is because of her you are holding back. You are relying on her too much.”
(To Redfangs) “Grab your arrows, archer. But tell me. That Human you love so much—if I tried to kill her, would you stop me? Would you fight your own kind for her? Is she your Chieftain? Or is she just convenient? Do you want to bed her? Or do you want her to turn you into Humans?”
(To Redfangs) “Could you stop me, children? Show me what you five can do.”
(To Numbtongue) “A [Bard] does not fight like that, child.”
(To Redfangs) “Slow, too slow! You think you’re strong because you defeated monsters? You are weak. Any Gold-rank adventurer would eat you. Show me more, lost Hobs! Show me strength!”
(To Badarrow and Rabbiteater) “You are weak, archer. Weak. Your arrows can kill only by surprise, only by numbers. All of you are weak. [Champion]? I have seen Goblin [Champions] and they were legends.”
(To Redfangs) “There is all the reason. You think you are safe, Numbtongue of the Redfang tribe. But you are not. And until you believe, my work is not done. You must become more. You and all the Goblins. Even your glorious Chieftain.”
(To Redfangs) “I met your Chieftain. You still think you are from his tribe, aren’t you? Garen Redfang. I met him and challenged him. We fought.”
(To Redfangs) “He could not best me. I humbled him.”
(To Redfangs) “If I kill her, you would not change. But if I hurt her, would you grow stronger?”
(To Redfangs) “Better. But not enough. Shall we make a game of it? Chase me, you five. And you five alone. Scratch me and I won’t hurt her. Fail, and I’ll cut her once.”
(To Redfangs) “Come! Stop me!”
(To Redfangs) “You say that. But you will not. Not unless you have no choice. You are too soft otherwise. And she is too bright. You think I do not know what you feel? You think other Goblins have not met ones like her? But she is not forever, Numbtongue. She cannot protect you. And worse, you cannot protect her.”
(To Redfangs) “If you could, I would think twice. But happiness for one Goblin is despair for all. You must change, boy. And if it means pain, then it must be. That is why I came here. Hate me. But—”
(To Redfangs) “Antinium.”
(To Redfangs) “Who is she? She has Antinium defending her inn. She’s tamed that one and you. What is she? Where does she come from?”
(To Redfangs) “Better and better! You five plus the Antinium! Come!”
(To Redfangs) “Look at you. The same as that hollow black thing sitting in the tower. Are you Goblins? Or just that Human’s…pets?”
(To Redfangs) “Friends? Humans don’t make friends with Goblins. Do you think you’re the same as the others? Even Antinium have a place. But we don’t. You don’t. If it came to you or her other friends, would she choose you?”
(To Redfangs) “You struck me!”
(To Redfangs) “That was a mistake. That was—you struck me. By accident. But you did. I will—go. But this will do, I think.”
(To Redfangs) “You cannot be here. You cannot stay here. Are you Chieftains or just lost Hobs? You must decide.”
(To Redfangs) “Because we are Goblins.”
(To Goblins) “He chose to. He could have run. He was a traitor. Reiss, a slave. What of it?”
(To Goblins) “So what? He was a Hobgoblin. One Hobgoblin.”
(To Goblins) “Goblins die.”
(To Goblins) “Is that all? Is that all you can do? This is why they died. Because you are weak. And you. You failed them all. You could stop nothing. Just run.”
(To Goblins) “To tell you that you are weak. To make you angry.”
(To Rags) “Not you. You think I waited for you? No. I waited here. Waited. Watched. For whomever came. For you. Or Garen. Or Reiss or Tremborag. Or even—”
(To Goblins) “Because it is meaningless. Because it had to be so.”
(To Goblins) “Goblins die. You think you are alone? That this moment is unique? It happens everywhere. A thousand thousand times. In every part of the world. Year by year. Day by day. Goblins die. Chieftains die. Tribes die. Lords die.”
(To Goblins) “This sword is useless. I am useless. Goblins cannot be saved by me. Or even a hundred of me. We wait for only one thing. A Goblin King.”
(To Goblins) “You ask why I waited? Why I did nothing? Because it did not matter who came. It did not matter if no one came. If I brought you to this place. If I helped, it would be meaningless. I can only watch.”
(To Goblins) “Because you are not enough.”
(To Goblins) “You are weak. You must be stronger. So suffer. Die. Struggle. But grow. I search the world for Goblins who can rise. Beyond Lords. Beyond all others. I test them, goad them. But never help. A true King must rise alone.”
(To Rags) “No. Velan chose his death.”
(To Goblins) “If you want to know, look back. Find it yourself. Garen searched. And so did Reiss. They found something of the past.”
(To Goblins) “It is surely there! High above. Claim it if you will. The treasure of the Goblin King. Seek the other key. The two will unlock his gift. If you claim it, perhaps you will be strong enough to follow. Perhaps not. But it is waiting. You have the key. Garen’s will. It is your decision to follow his footsteps. To succeed where he did not.”
(To Goblins) “Search! Struggle! Or die. It matters not. Someday, a Goblin King will rise again. And until that day comes, I will search and wait.”
(To Goblins) “Grow. Despair. Rage! It matters not what you are! A coward, a traitor, a slave—all these things are what is Goblin! Be what you are. But grow!”
(To Goblins) “Find the truth. It is at the beginning. And only Goblin Kings know of it.”
(To Rags) “You will not see me, child. Not until you take another step.”
(To Goblins) “Grow. And never forget.”

Volume 7[edit | edit source]

(To Goblin Isle [Shaman]) “A map. Forgot where the island was. Where is it moving?”
(To Goblin Isle [Shaman]) “Hrr. Stupid island. Moving here, moving there…was going to swim to Isle of Minos and wait.”
(To Goblin Isle [Shaman]) “I see. I will swim. I need practice.”
(To Goblin Isle [Shaman]) “I am in a bad mood. Do they want to die?”
(To Goblin Isle [Shaman]) “Goblins died.”
(To Rasea) “Me? Leave, little Human. I’ve killed a thousand of your kind.”