Dejected Soldier
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Dejected Soldier
Dejected Soldiers are charr found in the Village of Butcher's Block. After talking to them—after a while they transform into Inebriated Soldier.
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- The eastern Soldier from the group of three in the north-eastern area
- I'll probably never have another fight like the one today. I've experienced the pinnacle of my life, and I'm only starting out. It's all down hill from here.
You're young. You'll have bigger, better fights.
- You think so? I guess you'd know, since you're so old. You've been around awhile, huh?
I'm not that old. Bye.
With your skills, you'll attract some nasty enemies.
- What am I thinking? You're so right. It won't matter where I am or what I'm doing. Enemies will see my physique and my skill, and they'll be killing each other to get a shot at me.
- Life is good.
- Don't be a moron. Tomorrow's a new bloodbath.
- I guess you're right. It's just so hard to imagine that any fight could ever be as epic as that one. I mean, the way I handled those Separatists, it was like a well-greased meat grinder. I was a sight to behold, let me tell you. I just don't think I'll ever—
- Bye.
- Poor, pitiful you. Good-bye.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- [sic]—be in that position again. My mind was sharp as a razor. My weapons were an extension of my body, and my enemies were falling like autumn leaves, in great red-brown cascades. I was a force of nature.
- Well, Force of Nature, I'll see you later.
- The western Soldier from the group of three in the north-eastern area
- We need more drums at these parties. Big loud, booming drums. Nobody ever listens to me.
Drums? I think explosives would be better.
- (laugh) Now, you're talking! We could do coordinated explosions. Boom, boom, boom!
- I like it. Later.
- Drums would only lead to dancing.
- Well, scruff me. You're right. I hadn't thought of that. (shiver) Dancing. Gah.
- See? You have to think these things through. Bye.
- What are you waiting for? Make yourself a drum!
- Why didn't I think of that? There are plenty of things to beat on around here. Barrels and casks and Separatists.
- Oh my. I feel the beat already.
- Good-bye.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- Bam bam bam!
- Woohoo! See ya.
- The northern Soldier from the group of three in the north-eastern area
- You're in my space.
- You don't seem like you're having much fun.
- Really? I am having fun. I think I'm just out of practice. I've been all fight and no fun for so long! Thanks for reminding me.
- Go have some fun!
- Don't be rude. It isn't that kind of party.
- (laugh) Of course, it isn't. Sorry. I'm out of practice at having fun.
- Practice makes perfect.
- No, you're in mine. Get out, or I'll knock you out.
- Sorry. Backing off. I didn't mean anything. It's just habit. Have you tried the ale?
- That's better. Good-bye.
- Good-bye.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- I'm actually having fun. It's hard to believe.
- I'm glad to hear it. Good-bye.
- The Soldier to the north from the eastern building
- I've done everything there is to do. I sang songs. I danced. I beat drums. I ate meat, and I drank ale—lots of ale. Did I mention I sang songs? Oh, and I made toasts too. There's nothing left to do!
- Someone with your cleverness? You'll find something!
- Hey! Want to go pick fights or something? Play pranks? We could make some real havoc. You're so encouraging, you could be my fun buddy.
- I don't think so. I have duties. See you later.
- You should probably go curl up and die.
- Curl up and die? (laugh) Not on your life! Thanks. I didn't realize I was sounding so gloomy.
- Go have fun. See ya.
- Look around. There's plenty yet to do.
- Ooh, I see my ex-mate over there. I could have some fun with him and his new one. I bet she wouldn't appreciate me butting in.
- Way to seize the moment. Have fun.
- You're right. I'm leaving.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- (laugh) I have three ex-mates here, and they're all easy targets. I haven't had this much fun since my bazooka misfired and took out the Black warband's caravan.
- Keep up the good work. Good-bye.
- The western Soldier from the group of two to the east from the central building
- You get one warning. Back off. I'm in a foul mood, and you don't want to be the brunt of it.
- "Moody" is my middle name. Care to compare stories?
- Sure. I once split a soldier's nose open just for squinting at me. How's that for moody, Moody?
Impressive. I once cropped a mouthy patrol's ear.
- Hehe. Sometimes, they just deserve it.
- So true. Take it easy. See you later.
- I can't beat that. Nice one.
- We're having fun here! C'mon!
- You're having fun. I'm watching my warband behave like fahrar cubs.
- Sounds like great fodder for teasing them later.
- I hadn't thought of it that way. I'm going to enjoy this.
- Glad to be of service.
- Some would call that fun. See you later.
- You're spoiling it for others. Join the team, soldier.
- I get your point. I'll put on my smiley face in the interest of being a good soldier.
- Smile? That looks more like a grimace. But, good try. Bye.
- I'm gone.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- It's all about attitude. I hate losing control my myself, but at least I can revel in everyone else's drunken stupidity.
- Whatever works for you. See ya.
- The western Soldier from the group of two to the north from the central building
- I'm the weakest link in my warband. I just know it. They don't say it, but they're all thinking it. They went off without me.
- They'll be back for you. I'm sure.
- Do you think so, cutie? Meatoberfest wouldn't be the same without a good warband scuffle. I love those guys. I really do.
- And they love you. Bye.
- Are you sure they left you on purpose?
- Well, no. I assume they did. We were all together one minute, and the next, I turned around, and they were gone. I suppose they could have wandered off.
- I'm sure they did.
- Quit sniveling and go find them.
- You. Are. So. Right! This is exactly what I needed to hear. You shook me right out of my snivel, good-lookin. I'll go find them and show them how much fun I can be.
- Good luck.
- Good-bye.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- I haven't had this much fun since my warband and I got swallowed by a giant wurm!
- Wow. That's hard to beat. Bye.
- The westernmost Soldier, near the outer wall
- If I see another slab of meat, I think I'll go homicidal. You seen one steak, you've seen them all. Why can't we celebrate something else for a change? Like fried potatoes. Love fried potatoes! Love them!
- Potatoes make your fur fall out.
- Honest? My fur? I'd be ugly without my fur. Can you imagine? Okay, no more potatoes, ever. Meat! Meat! Meat!
- Good call.
- What? Potatoes are for grunts.
- It's not that I don't like meat, I just...okay, I was just kidding. Honest. I don't eat potatoes. I'm no grunt. Bring on the meat! Meat is sweet!
- That's right.
- I see. You're too weak for the meat.
- Who you callin' weak? I eat plenty of meat. I'll show you. I need meat! And make it raw!
- Nice. Now you're talking.
- Good-bye.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- This is the best Meatoberfest ever. I am so pumped up with meat juice, my muscles are partying along with me! Rrrowrrr!
- Keep it up!
- The Soldier in south-western part, near the Cook
- My life is over. After I was injured, my legion put me out here in the middle of nowhere, doing menial labor.
- I'll bet you do them proud. You seem competent.
- It's true, I do have an affinity for managing day-to-day duties. I always was better at that than at fighting.
- No shame in that. We all play our roles. Bye.
- Every job, including yours, is important! Tail up!
- Maybe you're right. Maybe you ain't. I guess what matters is that I do my duty. Isn't that so?
- That's so. You're a good soldier.
- Your legion would fall apart without support.
- They sure wouldn't have supplies if I weren't here doing my duty for the legions. I see your logic.
- Good. Keep it up.
- Keep up the good work. Bye.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- There isn't enough meat or ale to help me express how happy I am to be serving the legions!
- Glad to hear it. Good-bye.
- The eastern Soldier from the group of two to the east from the central building
- What's the point? We eat, we sleep, we fight, and then we die. After that, we're forgotten. It seems so pointless.
- You'll never be forgotten. You're too remarkable.
- You've got a point. Someone like me doesn't just fade into dust. I leave my mark on the world. They'll be erecting statues to me one day, I imagine.
- I'm glad you feel better. Later.
- Make yourself unforgettable! You can do it.
- That's why we're here. It's our one opportunity to leave our mark on the world. I can do this!
- Yes, you can. Good luck.
- You're a cog in a vast, wonderful machine.
- I never thought of it like that. If one cog doesn't do its job, then the whole machine comes to a halt. Wow. That's deep.
- I try. See you later.
- Got me. Good-bye.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- I finally figured it out. Your life may end when you die, but it ends far sooner if you give up the fight.
- That's right, soldier. Good-bye.
- The eastern Soldier from the group of two to the south from the tent with meat
- I'm sorry. I can't help it. The happier I get, the sadder I feel. I loved her so much, and now she's gone. Forever. I don't deserve to be happy.
- Buck up, soldier! The legions need you.
- I'm sorry. I really am. I'm a terrible soldier. I don't deserve to wear legion armor. I'll do better, I promise. I don't want to let the legions down.
- That's right. Get it together. Bye.
- You dishonor her memory with your tears.
- Dishonor her memory? It's not like she's dead. She just left me for that black-eared Blood machinist. What am I thinking? You're right. I'm wasting my tears on a disloyal parasite.
- Glad to help. See you later.
- Cheer up, and you'll feel better.
- Wiser words were never spoken, my friend. Thank you. I needed to hear that.
- My pleasure.
- Sounds like a personal problem.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- My ex? What ex? I don't even remember her name anymore. She's dead to me! I'm turning the gears of my life and grinding her out.
- Good for you.
- That's right, soldier. Good-bye.
- The western Soldier from the group of two to the south from the tent with meat
- What kind of trouble can we get into? I saw a couple legionnaires heading over to the kegs. Got any ideas?
- I'm sure your ideas are better than mine.
- Maybe. I have come up with some hilarious pranks over the years. I'll give it some thought.
- Have more ale too. Good-bye.
- Why stop at legionnaires? Isn't there a centurion here?
- Oh! You're evil. That's a great idea. I'll put some thought into it. I wouldn't want to waste a limp-tailed prank on a centurion.
- Better plan it out well. Good-bye.
- Good soldiers don't need to make trouble. It finds them.
- I suppose you're right. The last thing I need is to end up peeling potatoes again. I'd rather go out with the raids tomorrow.
- Remember that. Good-bye.
- I'm not in the mood. Good-bye.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- I'm not causing any trouble. I'm just sitting here, thinking about causing trouble. Join me for a drink?
- Not right now. Good-bye.
- The eastern Soldier from the group of two to the north from the central building
- I don't know what my problem is. I work so hard all year long, you'd think I'd be ready to let loose at Meatoberfest.
- You're alive! You're a warrior! Get your tail up!
- Yeah! You're right. I'm not human. No whining! It's time to shake the dirt out of my fur!
- That's right!
- You're damping my blast. Cut it out.
- Sorry. Of course, you're right. A good soldier wouldn't spoil it for everybody else. Maybe I just need another drink.
- Now, you're talking.
- Have another mug of ale. You'll get there.
- Good-bye.
- (Afterwards, as Soldier)
- This is the best Meatoberfest ever!
- Yeah!
