"Monk: The gods are in all things, and everywhere, I see signs of change. The wind bears an unnatural chill, and my people grow... uneasy. Now, fire burns the sky and scorches the vault of the Heavens. I must carry out the will of the Patriarchs. When they need to see, I am their eyes. Where they wish to strike, I am their fist. When they would ignite the light of truth, I am their torch. They have sent me to where the heavenly fire has fallen. My mind is clear. I will rid Tristram of the shambling corpses that have risen in the fire's wake."

"Demon Hunter: My family was butchered by hellspawn. To witness such a thing is enough to leave your mind in ruins. The madness killed my sister, and left me frightened and alone... until I was rescued. Rescued by survivors who had joined together to rid the world of the creatures of Hell. They saw in me the strength to resist the demons, and they forged me into a weapon. Now I am ready. A meteor has fallen in Tristram, and the dead have risen in its wake. I will send them back to their graves. Once, I was hunted. Now... I am the hunter."

"Witch Doctor: I wander to places beyond imaginings, far from the jungles of my youth. My knowledge has grown vast. The people, they think me banished, shunned to the end of my days. They say I defy the spirits. But I say no, I follow them. The spirits show me alone that the sky-fire is where the end begins. They say this must not be. I live to serve the spirits, so I go. There is none but me to answer the call."

"Barbarian: I tire of the empty battles I once craved. I wander, outcast, while my tribe curses the gods that abandoned us. Our home is in ruins, yet I stand firm. Six days ago, the falling star struck the town of Tristram. The dead rose in its wake. What evil is this? Could it be what I have sought these long years? A foe worthy of my blade?"

"Wizard: Since my youth, I have been told that I was "special". A prodigy of vast potential. I came to the Yshari Sanctum, seeking what knowledge I could glean from the masters. But I found them fearful of the truth. I would learn nothing from them. But the old books, the prophecies they contained, showed me all that might come to pass, and all that I might become. Then a star fell from the heavens - the sign that my moment had come. I will go west, to Tristram, to stop the darkness that the star portends... and fulfill the destiny that beckons me."

"Necromancer (Rise of the Necromancer DLC): All that grows must also wither and die. What dies and rots will then nourish the living. This is the Great Cycle of Being, and we, the Priests of Rathma, use our dark art to protect it. Though most do not understand us, we go where we are needed. My master has learned that a star fell in the West, drawing the dead from their graves. He commands me to journey to Tristram and return them to their rest...for if the Cycle is not upheld, it would mean the end of all things."

"Crusader (Reaper of Souls): At twelve, I swore the oath, leaving home and family. At sixteen, I saw my master die. I took up [his/her] shield and [his/her] name, and on that day, I became a Crusader. Armored by faith, driven by duty, bound to kill the enemies of Zakarum. Sworn to live as a Crusader, and to die as one. Now, corruption returns to the hearts of Men. I see it in the eyes of the mad, hear it in the howling of the damned. A falling star in the west leads me to the town of New Tristram. The Crusade calls me, and so, I go."

"You are free of banishment. The Steward of Gondor is no more but his horde is under attack. The battle of Elendil is kept here. You must claim it."

"Orlando Bloom - Legolas"

"Lewis Mcleod - Hadhod"

"John Rhys Davies - Gimli"

"Chris Edgerly - Elegost"

"Christopher Lee - Saruman the White"

"Rhys Lloyd - Aranel"

"The world of Middle-earth. Welcome, warrior of Gondor. Your road here will not be an easy one. Much will be risked in the war that is to come but you will justify my trust. This I sense with all my path."

"Ian McKellen - Gandalf"

"Charles Martinet - Eaoden"

"Ah, Kos. Or some say Kosm. Do you hear our prayers? No! We shall not abandon the dream! No one can catch us, no one can stop us now! [laughs manically]"

"Too proud to show your true face, eh? But what a sporting hunt, it was!"

"You hunters are the real killers! Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your animal intuition? You hunters have got more blood on your hands. Hunters are killers, nothing less! You call me a beast? A Beast? What would you know? I didn't ask for this! Rancid beasts, every last one of us..."

"Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt..."

"Imagine your ancestors, carved in stone. Condemnation, not pride on their bearded faces."

"What a joy it is, to behold the divine. It must be such a pleasure. You're in my debt, you know. You're in nigh on a beast of the field, but here you are, treading a measure with the gods... Are your feet as fat as your wits? Oh, cease this dithering! Take the plunge! Throw yourself to the wolves!"

"Looks like he slept in a vat full of booze. And smells like he fell out of a dwarf's arsehole."

"This town is cursed. Whatever your reasons might be, you should plan a swift exit."

"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Out eyes have yet to open... Fear the Old Blood."

"Beasts all over the shop. You'll be one of them... Sooner or later..."

"What's that smell? The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick..."

"Hunters have told me about the church. About the gods, and their love. But do the gods love their creations? I am a doll, created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course, I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?"

"Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!"

"Uhhuhhg! A flea... has bitten a lion."

"Could a soldier dream of better than defeating a monarch? Or maybe you're afraid to fight? Maybe we should fly a white flag? It's so simple: Henselt will quickly set up his order here. Inns will be marked 'humans only'. Dwarves will choke in the mines. Elves will perish, hunted in the forests. Lords will slaughter peasants because they didn't bow low enough. Is that the land you want to leave to your children?"

"Spoken like a true man, at last. Sorry, that was racist. Well said, witcher."

"I never jest."

"My favourite type of magic — Lesbomancy."

"Ah, sweet child of Kos, returned to the ocean. A bottomless curse, a bottomless sea. Accepting of all that there is, and can be."

"Curse the fiends. Their children too. And their children, forever, true."

"An iron helm resembling an upside-down bucket. A single hole allows one to peek out with a single eye, which is probably all that its original owner had."

"Shrouded by night but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind. Proud hunter of the Church; beasts are a curse, and the curse is a shackle. Only ye are the true blades of the Church."

"Atonement for the wretches... By the wrath of Mother Kos..."

"Has someone, anyone, seen my eyes? I'm afraid I've dropped them in a puddle. Everything is pale now..."

"Lady Maria, I'm a robin. Will I ever curl up and become an egg? Lady Maria? Lady Maria, say something, anything!"

"Plow the lilies!"

"Drinking alone is as bad as shitting in company."

"I'm looking for a whore."

"Triss, stop thinking with your vagina and get a hold of yourself. The witcher will manage."

"Good. All signed and sealed. Now, let's begin the transfusion. Oh, don't you worry. Whatever happens... you may think it all a mere bad dream..."

"The night... and the dream... were long..."

"Oh, yes... Paleblood... Well, you've come to the right place. Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You need only unravel its mystery. But, where's an outsider like yourself to begin? Easy, with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own... But first, you'll need a contract..."

"Life without old mates and booze is like a woman without a rump."