Conversation: q_ftr_conv
Triggered by
- creature NPC Hallas the Shieldwarden
q_ftr_hallas
Scripts referenced
| Script | Slot | In module | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|
q_ftr_oath | action | ✓ | |
q_ftr_shrd | action | ✓ | |
q_ftr_forge | action | ✓ | |
q_ftr_c_dn | active | ✓ | |
q_ftr_c_s2r | active | ✓ | |
q_ftr_c_s2w | active | ✓ | |
q_ftr_c_s1r | active | ✓ | |
q_ftr_c_s1w | active | ✓ | |
q_ftr_c_off | active | ✓ |
Quest entries granted
| Quest | Tag | Step(s) |
|---|---|---|
| The Unbroken Shield | ftr_shield | 1, 2, 3 |
Starting entries
- entry #5 (if
q_ftr_c_dn) — *The Shieldwarden raises his cup to you.* The Unbroken Shield, and the blade mad… - entry #4 (if
q_ftr_c_s2r) — *Hallas takes the broken shard and turns it in the firelight.* Fifteen levels --… - entry #3 (if
q_ftr_c_s2w) — *Hallas glances at the wrapped shard you carry.* Not yet, soldier. That blade wa… - entry #2 (if
q_ftr_c_s1r) — *He sets down his ale and grows grave.* There was a captain -- a good man -- who… - entry #1 (if
q_ftr_c_s1w) — *Hallas nods.* You have taken the oath -- good. But an oath is proven in years, … - entry #0 (if
q_ftr_c_off) — *A grey-bearded man in war-worn mail looks up from his ale and measures you with… - entry #6 — *The grey soldier gives you a courteous nod.* Well met, traveller. I keep to my …
Conversation flow
Each starting entry is expanded recursively. Repeated nodes (cycles, shared continuations) appear inline as ↩ link backrefs to the first occurrence.
entry #5 (if q_ftr_c_dn) ¶
*The Shieldwarden raises his cup to you.* The Unbroken Shield, and the blade made whole -- you have walked the first road of it, and walked it well. There are harder oaths and heavier charges yet, when the wars of the South and the East come calling. But that is a tale for another day. Stand fast, soldier.
reply #6 ¶
Fare you well, Warden.
entry #4 (if q_ftr_c_s2r) ¶
*Hallas takes the broken shard and turns it in the firelight.* Fifteen levels -- a captain's years, and a captain's scars, I'll wager. You have borne this faithfully. There is a smith I trust, two streets over; the steel is sound beneath the ruin. Let it be reforged, and let it answer your hand as it once answered his. Shall it be done?
reply #4 → q_ftr_forge ¶
Reforge it. I am ready.
entry #9 ¶
*A day later the smith's work is done: the notches are gone, the edge is true.* There -- the Warden's Reforged Blade. No relic of the Elder Days, mind; only honest steel, well made and well earned. It will not fail a fighter's hand. You have walked the first road of the Unbroken Shield -- stand fast, soldier.
reply #5 ¶
Not yet. I'll return.
entry #3 (if q_ftr_c_s2w) ¶
*Hallas glances at the wrapped shard you carry.* Not yet, soldier. That blade waits for a captain's hand, and you have not yet grown into one. Come back to me when you have fifteen levels behind you, and we will see it made whole.
↩ reply #6 “Fare you well, Warden.”
entry #2 (if q_ftr_c_s1r) ¶
*He sets down his ale and grows grave.* There was a captain -- a good man -- who fell holding a ford against the shadow, that others might cross. All that came back of him was his blade, notched and broken in the doing. *He lays a wrapped hilt on the table.* I would not have it melted for scrap. Bear this shard until you have grown into a captain's own years -- five levels more, to fifteen -- and bring it back to me. Will you carry it?
reply #2 → q_ftr_shrd ¶
Give me the shard. I'll bear it faithfully.
entry #8 ¶
*He wraps the broken hilt and sets it in your pack himself.* Carry it well. Steel remembers the hand that bore it faithfully -- come back at fifteen, and we will see it made whole.
reply #3 ¶
Later, Warden. Keep it safe for now.
entry #1 (if q_ftr_c_s1w) ¶
*Hallas nods.* You have taken the oath -- good. But an oath is proven in years, not words. Go and soldier; grow into your strength. Come back to me when you have eight levels of the fighter's trade behind you, and I will have a harder charge for you.
↩ reply #6 “Fare you well, Warden.”
entry #0 (if q_ftr_c_off) ¶
*A grey-bearded man in war-worn mail looks up from his ale and measures you with a soldier's eye.* Hallas, once of the Guard of Gondor -- folk hereabouts call me the Shieldwarden. You carry yourself like one who has stood in a shield-wall, or means to. There is an old oath the men-at-arms of the West still swear -- the oath of the Unbroken Shield: to hold the line when the line would break, and to stand for those who cannot stand. Will you swear it, and let me set your feet on a soldier's road?
reply #0 → q_ftr_oath ¶
I swear it, Warden. The Unbroken Shield.
entry #7 ¶
*Hallas grips your forearm in the old soldier's clasp.* Sworn, then. *He presses a plain white buckler into your hands.* The Unbroken Shield -- bear it, and remember what it stands for. Go and grow into your oath; come back at your eighth level and I'll have a harder charge for you.
reply #1 ¶
I'm no soldier of yours. Good day.
NPC lines (entries) — flat index
entry #0
*A grey-bearded man in war-worn mail looks up from his ale and measures you with a soldier's eye.* Hallas, once of the Guard of Gondor -- folk hereabouts call me the Shieldwarden. You carry yourself like one who has stood in a shield-wall, or means to. There is an old oath the men-at-arms of the West still swear -- the oath of the Unbroken Shield: to hold the line when the line would break, and to stand for those who cannot stand. Will you swear it, and let me set your feet on a soldier's road?
- → reply #0 “I swear it, Warden. The Unbroken Shield.”
- → reply #1 “I'm no soldier of yours. Good day.”
entry #1
*Hallas nods.* You have taken the oath -- good. But an oath is proven in years, not words. Go and soldier; grow into your strength. Come back to me when you have eight levels of the fighter's trade behind you, and I will have a harder charge for you.
- → reply #6 “Fare you well, Warden.”
entry #2
*He sets down his ale and grows grave.* There was a captain -- a good man -- who fell holding a ford against the shadow, that others might cross. All that came back of him was his blade, notched and broken in the doing. *He lays a wrapped hilt on the table.* I would not have it melted for scrap. Bear this shard until you have grown into a captain's own years -- five levels more, to fifteen -- and bring it back to me. Will you carry it?
- → reply #2 “Give me the shard. I'll bear it faithfully.”
- → reply #3 “Later, Warden. Keep it safe for now.”
entry #3
*Hallas glances at the wrapped shard you carry.* Not yet, soldier. That blade waits for a captain's hand, and you have not yet grown into one. Come back to me when you have fifteen levels behind you, and we will see it made whole.
- → child “Fare you well, Warden.”
entry #4
*Hallas takes the broken shard and turns it in the firelight.* Fifteen levels -- a captain's years, and a captain's scars, I'll wager. You have borne this faithfully. There is a smith I trust, two streets over; the steel is sound beneath the ruin. Let it be reforged, and let it answer your hand as it once answered his. Shall it be done?
- → reply #4 “Reforge it. I am ready.”
- → reply #5 “Not yet. I'll return.”
entry #5
*The Shieldwarden raises his cup to you.* The Unbroken Shield, and the blade made whole -- you have walked the first road of it, and walked it well. There are harder oaths and heavier charges yet, when the wars of the South and the East come calling. But that is a tale for another day. Stand fast, soldier.
- → child “Fare you well, Warden.”
entry #6
*The grey soldier gives you a courteous nod.* Well met, traveller. I keep to my ale and my old campaigns -- soldier's talk, of little use to those who have not carried a shield in the wall. Fare you well.
- → child “Fare you well, Warden.”
entry #7
*Hallas grips your forearm in the old soldier's clasp.* Sworn, then. *He presses a plain white buckler into your hands.* The Unbroken Shield -- bear it, and remember what it stands for. Go and grow into your oath; come back at your eighth level and I'll have a harder charge for you.
entry #8
*He wraps the broken hilt and sets it in your pack himself.* Carry it well. Steel remembers the hand that bore it faithfully -- come back at fifteen, and we will see it made whole.
entry #9
*A day later the smith's work is done: the notches are gone, the edge is true.* There -- the Warden's Reforged Blade. No relic of the Elder Days, mind; only honest steel, well made and well earned. It will not fail a fighter's hand. You have walked the first road of the Unbroken Shield -- stand fast, soldier.
PC replies — flat index
reply #0 →
q_ftr_oathI swear it, Warden. The Unbroken Shield.
- → entry #7 “*Hallas grips your forearm in the old soldier's clasp.* Sworn, then. *He presses…”
reply #1
I'm no soldier of yours. Good day.
reply #2 →
q_ftr_shrdGive me the shard. I'll bear it faithfully.
- → entry #8 “*He wraps the broken hilt and sets it in your pack himself.* Carry it well. Stee…”
reply #3
Later, Warden. Keep it safe for now.
reply #4 →
q_ftr_forgeReforge it. I am ready.
- → entry #9 “*A day later the smith's work is done: the notches are gone, the edge is true.*…”
reply #5
Not yet. I'll return.
reply #6
Fare you well, Warden.