"Righteous Tarnished. Miquella the Kind makes my blood run cold. I am loath to admit it, but even at this very instant I wish to run very far away indeed."

"Yes of course, I see. As the festival of war concluded, General Radahn's soul met an honorable end, but Kindly Miquella wishes to revive it. Which is fine by me. I know it would pain old Jerren but war has always suited General Radahn best. And certainly far more than any honorable death. Endless war to invigorate the soul, as befits General Radahn, the Great Lion."

"Thank you, now i finally cast off my misgivings. Give my regards to honorable Ansbach, tell him, should we meet in battle. To face your bow would be fine enough, to face your blade would be an honor."

"Ah, I thought I’d see you here. It’s been quite some time. It was never Kindly Miquella, was it? The Erdtree was leading you all along. So that you might ascend to lordship. Why come to these lands to begin with? I suppose it must be what his Eminence, or perhaps the Erdtree, desired all along. The clashing of the favored lords, such that one would prevail? So be it. If you insist upon facing Miquella the Kind, then I will run you through, whoever you might be. Don’t tarry now."

"Needle Knight Leda, Dryleaf Dane, and our allies, will never allow this."

"I am sorry. For speaking to you as a compatriot. When we stood before the withered arm."

"By way of apology, I will reveal the marrow of my sword. Its needles, that will stitch you into death."

"You and I, fighting. A tragedy, this is."

"Miquella the Kind... will help us forget."

"I am the Redmane, Freyja. The time has come."

"I never could have imagined it. That you might be the Erdtree’s rightful lord. Ha ha ha... Such as it is, this battle could not be more fitting. For the birth of a new god, and the coming of a lord!"

"I am Ansbach of the Pureblood Knights. I stand with blade aloft, blood afire! For the dignity of my Lord and master, Mohg."

"Righteous Tarnished. It appears that our interests have aligned. A balm upon my soul it is, that we do not meet today as enemies. Now, my blade. Watch closely."

"I am here to serve St. Trina, evermore. I am deeply sorry. For doubting you. I am here to grant St. Trina's singular wish. I will stop Miquella the Kind. He will never become a god."

"Not the finest blade, nor the mightiest armor... will spare your life. From the poison of Thiollier."

"Sad... forever?"

"You were fine… in your part… Truly, a glorious battle...it was..."

"I offer this fight... to Miquella the Kind... and Rada..."

"Kindly Miquella...Make the world... a gentler place..."

"My loyal blade. And champion of the festival. Both your deeds will ever be praised in song. Now, the vow will be honored, and my Lord Brother's soul will return. So that he may be my consort."

"Lord brother. At long last, you are returned."

"Tarnished one. Aspiring Lord of the old order."

"If you have known sin, if you grieve for this world, then yield the path forward to us."

"To I, Miquella."

"And my promised consort, Radahn."

"Sorry, it's up to you now. Grant St. Trina's one wish..."

"Righteous Tarnished. Become our new Lord. A lord not for gods, but for men..."

"Ah, you, is it. Did you see? What they did to my ancestors? The whole clan, buried alive. Sick. Maddened. Husks of themselves! Have you heard their moans? They're hardly human anymore! They think we worship the Three Fingers, that we called the maddening sickness down upon them!? Well. if that's what they expect from us... then that is what they shall get from us! The world of grace and its people should have been content to let us sink through the cracks. But to have intruded upon our solace? Having broken us upon their whims? I will never forgive any of you. I'm sorry, but we won't be trading any longer. And... I think it's time we parted ways."

"Wait, what's that? That burn, your eyes... You've inherited the Flame of Frenzy! Oh, that's it, That's what I need... To melt away the curses, suffering and despair. And the Order entire. The yellow flame of chaos..."

"O Three Fingers, throw wide the door. Please, bestow unto me the yellow flame of chaos. A Frenzied Flame to melt away the curses, suffering and despair. And the Order, entire. May chaos take the world."

"The Frenzied Flame... burned me... I was not... a suitable home. Unknown warrior. You, who reached the Three Fingers' abyss... Divest yourself of everything, and head to the door. Divest yourself of everything... and pray to the Lord. To melt away the curses, suffering and despair. May chaos take the world. May chaos... take... the world..."

"In another place, in another life, another child of man blazes your path."

"A dragon, the ultimate incarnation of evil."

"Diablo III"

"This ring is the symbol of the King."

"Bearer of the curse"

"Like a moth drawn to a flame, your wings will burn in anguish. Time after time. For that is your fate. The fate of the cursed."

"Long ago, in a walled off land, far to the north, a great king built a great kingdom. I believe they called it Drangleic. Perhaps you're familiar. No, how could you be. But one day, you will stand before its decrepit gate. Without really knowing why..."

"Perhaps you've seen it, maybe in a dream. A murky, forgotten land. A place where souls may mend your ailing mind. You will lose everything, once branded. The symbol of the curse. An augur of darkness. Your past, your future, your very light. None will have meaning and you won't even care. By then you'll be something other than human. A thing that feeds on souls. A hollow."

"There is no path."

"Many monarchs have come and gone."

"I lost everything, but remained here, patiently."

"Life is brilliant. Beautiful."

"One day, fire will fade, and Dark will become a curse."

"I dont know a "Paul"... I'm BONECRUSHER!"

"Tell me about it. Every time I talk to him he thinks I'm his dead uncle that got sucked into a black hole."

"Yeah, I met him. He's a few freighters short of a convoy, if you know what I mean."