Conversation: q_kwn_capt

NPC lines
7
PC replies
8
NumWords
330
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Triggered by

Scripts referenced

ScriptSlotIn moduleNotes
q_kwn_musteraction
q_kwn_banneraction
q_kwn_c_repactive
q_kwn_c_musactive
q_kwn_c_rdyactive
q_kwn_c_sntactive
q_kwn_c_aftactive

Quest entries granted

QuestTagStep(s)
The Banner of the Westpc_pdk2, 4

Starting entries

Conversation flow

Each starting entry is expanded recursively. Repeated nodes (cycles, shared continuations) appear inline as ↩ link backrefs to the first occurrence.

entry #0 (if q_kwn_c_rep)
*The Gate Captain looks you over the way a mason looks over stone* A knight, is it. The Keeper's grey mark is on you, or I am no judge of dust. Say your errand.
reply #0 q_kwn_muster
Halmir the Grey sends me. The banner of the West is to fly over the Pelennor again — by my hand.
entry #5
Then earn the hand it needs. No standard of the City moves without spears around it, and no knight commands spears he has not mustered himself. Three of my gate-watch, ser — name the banner-detail to them plain, and when three stand to your word, come back to me.
reply #6
It will be done.
reply #1
Another time, captain.
entry #1 (if q_kwn_c_mus)
Three spears, ser knight — the gate-watch will hear you out. See they hear a commander and not a messenger, or the count stays where it stands.
reply #2
They will hear a commander.
entry #2 (if q_kwn_c_rdy)
*A guardsman murmurs at his shoulder, and the captain almost smiles* Three spears answer you, and none of them soft ones. Very well. The standard of the West is released to your detail — they carry it out to the old banner-stone by the Rammas, on the Pelennor. Yours is the last part, and the whole of it: set it in the stone with your own hand.
reply #3 q_kwn_banner
The banner will fly before the sun turns, captain.
entry #3 (if q_kwn_c_snt)
The detail waits at the old banner-stone on the Pelennor, ser. The stone, and your hand — that is all that remains.
reply #4
I am for the field.
entry #4 (if q_kwn_c_aft)
*He glances south over the wall, where a fleck of white worries the wind* It flies, ser knight. The Gate is glad of it — gladder than it will say.
reply #5
While it flies, the West stands. Fair watch, captain.
entry #6
The Gate is watched, traveller. State your business or move along.
reply #7
No business, captain. Fair watch.

NPC lines (entries) — flat index

entry #0
*The Gate Captain looks you over the way a mason looks over stone* A knight, is it. The Keeper's grey mark is on you, or I am no judge of dust. Say your errand.
entry #1
Three spears, ser knight — the gate-watch will hear you out. See they hear a commander and not a messenger, or the count stays where it stands.
entry #2
*A guardsman murmurs at his shoulder, and the captain almost smiles* Three spears answer you, and none of them soft ones. Very well. The standard of the West is released to your detail — they carry it out to the old banner-stone by the Rammas, on the Pelennor. Yours is the last part, and the whole of it: set it in the stone with your own hand.
entry #3
The detail waits at the old banner-stone on the Pelennor, ser. The stone, and your hand — that is all that remains.
entry #4
*He glances south over the wall, where a fleck of white worries the wind* It flies, ser knight. The Gate is glad of it — gladder than it will say.
entry #5
Then earn the hand it needs. No standard of the City moves without spears around it, and no knight commands spears he has not mustered himself. Three of my gate-watch, ser — name the banner-detail to them plain, and when three stand to your word, come back to me.
entry #6
The Gate is watched, traveller. State your business or move along.

PC replies — flat index

reply #0 q_kwn_muster
Halmir the Grey sends me. The banner of the West is to fly over the Pelennor again — by my hand.
reply #1
Another time, captain.
reply #2
They will hear a commander.
reply #3 q_kwn_banner
The banner will fly before the sun turns, captain.
reply #4
I am for the field.
reply #5
While it flies, the West stands. Fair watch, captain.
reply #6
It will be done.
reply #7
No business, captain. Fair watch.