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Don't get yourself killed, neither of us wants to see you go Hollow.
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Andre of Astora
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Well, what do we have here? You must be a new arrival. Let me guess. Fate of the Undead, right? Well, you're not the first. But there's no salvation here.
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Crestfallen warrior
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My dear sister… You know, I still remember… your beautiful, silky face. If only I could gaze upon it once more…
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The Fair Lady
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Heh heh, this is what I do, my friend. The trinkets I'll be stripping off your corpse; that's the real treasure!
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Patches
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Pyromancy is the art of invoking and manipulating fire. But remember one thing. Always fear the flame, lest you be devoured by it, and lose yourself. I would hate to see that happen again...
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Quelana of Izalith
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You come, I forge, we talk. You good friend. I very happy.
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Giant Blacksmith
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Why, youuuuu monster…! The Fair lady! What have you done, what have you done! Hrggreeeeeeeeeeh!
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Eingyi
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Me? There is very little to be said. What is a dog, with no hares to hunt? ...I am lucky to be alive, I suppose.
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Hawkeye Gough
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After the advent of Fire, the ancient Lords found the three souls. But your progenitor found a fourth, unique soul. The Dark Soul. Your ancestor claimed the Dark Soul, and waited for Fire to subside. And soon, the flames did fade, and only Dark remained. Thus began the age of men, the Age of Dark
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Darkstalker Kaathe
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Good bye then. Be safe, friend. Don't you dare go Hollow.
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Laurentius of the Great Swamp
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I thank you, sincerely... Finally the curse of the Undead will be lifted, and I can die human...
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Anastacia of Astora
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Finally, I have found it, I have!... ...My very own sun... I...am the sun!... ...I've done it...I have... ...Yes, I did it...I did!...
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Solaire of Astora
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The legend of Artorias art none but a fabrication. ...Traversing the dark? 'Tis but a fairy tale.
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Alvina
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Why, you! Didn't you get away? Well, you've saved me, once again... Thank goodness... I'm exhausted... I think I'll have a rest. Don't you worry, the ground below me is my pillow. I'll recover shortly...
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Siegmeyer of Catarina
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Thou who art Undead, art chosen... In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords... When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know...
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Oscar, Knight of Astora
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Ahh...ohh! The Lordvessel is satiated... Magnificent... You are the righteous successor to Gwyn, the new Great Lord. And I am Kingseeker no more...
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Kingseeker Frampt
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Come again. The knowledge here is limitless. I will absorb it, then share it with you.
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Big Hat Logan
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I bequeath the Lordvessel to thee. And beseech thee. Succeed Lord Gwyn, and inheriteth the Fire of our world. Thou shall endeth this eternal twilight, and avert further Undead sacrifices.
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Gwynvere, Princess of Sunlight
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Who art thou? One of us, thou art not. If thou hast misstepped into this world, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.
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Crossbreed Priscilla
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Thou shalt see further on. An abyss was begat of the ancient beast, and threatens to swallow the whole of Oolacile. Knight Artorias came to stop this, but such a hero has nary a murmur of Dark. Without doubt, he will be swallowed by the Abyss, overcome by its utter blackness...Indeed, the Abyss may be unstoppable...
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Elizabeth
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Thou art welcome anytime. It is only human to commit a sin... Heh heh heh heh...
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Oswald of Carim
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The soul of the man who fell on this spot, he was a dear friend. I wish to pay proper respect, with that Soul. Would you be willing to part with it?
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Lord Blade Ciaran
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My father? He went on his final adventure. Don't worry, that's just the way he is. Undead or no. Sort of reassuring, really. If he goes Hollow, I'll just have to kill him again.
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Sieglinde of Catarina
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You're no Hollow, are you? Thank goodness. Please be careful. There are two fierce Hollows not far from here. They were once brave knights... my former escorts. Who would let such strong spirits be Hollowed so? Heavens... Is there nothing... Nothing at all to be done.
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Reah of Thorolund
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