Tolveilouka Ve’delina Mer/Quotes

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Volume 8[edit | edit source]

  • To Putrid One:
    • “They’re coming again. They never learn, do they? Do you see them, my friend?”
    • “You’ve grown so silent. Have you withdrawn your blessing because we have done something wrong? Are we taking too long? I’ve tried my best, you know. You don’t say anything. I’m not a mind-reader. What do you want me to do?”
    • “Can you even hear me?”
    • “Are you hurting? Why don’t you…is her curse growing stronger, this—this harridan—this woman who laid you low? Is that it? Only six have ever come this far. Soon—soon—”
    • “Fine then! If you don’t respond, I’ll let them break into the inner parts. I’ll do nothing. There’s a small army outside. You don’t even care. Fine. Fine…”
  • To Putrid One:
    • Why don’t I feel your presence? Yet nothing has changed. Not even the greatest [Assassin] could have slipped in here?”
    • “Master. Are you…are…? No. But are you…are you d—”
    • “Master? What have they done to you? These insects? How could they…even touch you?”
  • To Horns of Hammerad:
    • “I do not know how. I do not know why. Yet you insects came here. You ruined his great army. His servants turned—you! And now this. My beloved master. I do not know how. But you will die for this, intruders.
    • “I am Tolveilouka Ve’delina Mer, the greatest servant of the Putrid One. My master’s will incarnate.
  • (To Yvlon) “You send men of metal against me once more? Half-made! Pathetic! My master’s blessing breaks all!
  • (To Dullahan [Paladin]) “You will not outlive my master another minute, woman.”
  • To himself:
    • “No good servant should ever outlive their master.”
    • “Why did you smile? Oh, friend. We whiled away eternity before they struck you down. As we part, let me sit a while. The sun decays into the bleak sky. But I? I sit here a while, as ashes fall like petals of the trees of death.”
    • “Do you remember that last pest? The silver lizard? How he barked. ‘You shall not continue your conquest overlong, thou dread fiend!’ He even talked like the [Knights] of old. Yet he would keep coming, that whelp, burning armies here, destroying servants there…and there were others, weren’t there? I wonder, do any still remain?”
    • “Until the end of days. Until the last crown falls from the last head of Terandrian [Kings]! Until the jungles of Baleros lie empty and the sands of Chandrar die! Until the Walled Cities fall!
  • To would be master:
    • “This is a moment to remember. A wondrous second in my grief. Who are you to interrupt?
    • “Which ‘power’ are you, now, thing? You are the third to try. The other two were petty. One left me to my grief and knew I would serve no other. The other was foolish and had I stood before whomever it was, I would have destroyed them for the effrontery. You now…what could you offer?”
    • “You who would seek to control me, to wield my power in my hour of grief, have no tact. You have no elegance, no refinement in your soul. Begone.
  • To himself:
    • “I sensed it. Did that mean the intruders were actually less guilty? I should still torture them to death. But now I must know. How? Ah, old friend! If I had your skill, I would reach out and talk to you.”
    • The spellbook! They stole it! They stole…my spellbook!
    • Oh, that is funny. I wonder what will happen? You don’t know what you stole. Steal from death! Steal from me? You have no idea what you stole.
    • “Vengeance. An answer to a mystery. Then you can rest, Tolveilouka Ve’delina Mer.”
    • “Death comes to Izril. Before I part ways, once more you shall remember the Putrid One’s name.”

Volume 9[edit | edit source]

  • (To Void Goat) “You are such a lovely, stupid creature. I am almost tempted to pull out an eye to give you something to remember me by. You know, each part of you is prized by [Alchemists] and whatnot? Look at you. You think you’re untouchable. But what about this?”
  • (To Teriarch) “—That he is wrong is evident. It is simply another realm my master and I found. How dare anyone else judge what we find worthy? But I saw it then, and I saw it now: it should be beautiful. It should be glorious. It should thrill my bones, even if it is my end, and I should weep at my foe’s skill on the battlefield.”