User:DeludedTroll/Runecarver

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An idea of what it might've sounded like if the Runecarver had had unique dialogue reacting to  [Shadowmourne] and the Blades of the Fallen Prince.

If the player has  [Shadowmourne] equipped or transmogrified

That is... an intriguing weapon you carry, mortal.

Does it have a name?

 <Tell him about Shadowmourne.>

Shadow... mourne?

Hm. A name that carries much weight in these halls.

<The Runecarver eyes Shadowmourne carefully.>

It bears the name, yes. But can it be...? No.... No, it does not bear the mark. It does not have the might.

A most worthy weapon, no doubt, but no true mourneblade is this.

<His eyes flare blue behind his mask as he turns his face to you.>

You would do well not to invoke the names of his prized instruments so lightly, mortal.

If the player has Blades of the Fallen Prince equipped or transmogrified, pre- [Clearing the Fog]

<The Runecarver stays silent as you approach, eyeing your weapons with... curiosity?>

 What is it?

Those blades... they seem... familiar. And yet... not.

<He falls silent for several long moments, then shakes his head.>

These memories... they are out of reach. Only fog and ashes.

Bring me more memories, mortal. Then... then, perhaps, will I remember.

If the player has Blades of the Fallen Prince equipped or transmogrified, post- [Clearing the Fog]

<The Runecarver stays silent as you approach, eyeing your weapons with open apprehension.>

 What is it?

Your weapons. They bear the mark of... my work. Or what remains of it.

<He eyes Frostreaper and Icebringer carefully.>

Yes. My mark... and his.

Reforged. Twisted. Shattered and remade. Into... something different? Yes. Something greater? Hm. Perhaps.

But the mark remains.

 What are you talking about?

Maw Walker...

You know not what you carry, or else you would not flaunt them so openly here.... anywhere.

What you hold in your hands bear with them the very... hopelessness of this tower. The suffering that every soul ever trapped within these labyrinths has known. That I have known.

Only echoes and shards, perhaps. Splinters, yes. But sometimes, the agony of a single splinter is enough to drive a giant to madness.

<He looks straight at you. His eyes burn brighter and paler than you've ever seen them before.>

Wield them as you will, mortal. Use them, if you think they will bring you victory.

But no matter what mark you think to leave on them, you can never change their nature.

They are his instruments. Not yours.

Remember this.