Conversation: q_pld_conv

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PC replies
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Scripts referenced

ScriptSlotIn moduleNotes
q_pld_oathaction
q_pld_tokaction
q_pld_rtnaction
q_pld_c_dnactive
q_pld_c_s2ractive
q_pld_c_s2wactive
q_pld_c_s1ractive
q_pld_c_s1wactive
q_pld_c_offactive

Quest entries granted

QuestTagStep(s)
Oathsworn to the Westpld_oath1, 2, 3

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 #5 (if q_pld_c_dn)
*Hallas leans on the parapet.* Sworn, kept, and set in steel. That is the first of it -- and only the first. *He looks east again.* There is a field out there that will want every oath Gondor can raise, and a gate beyond it, and a thing on the wind above both that no man may kill. Not today. Go well, Oathsworn.
reply #6
Fare you well, Hallas.
entry #4 (if q_pld_c_s2r)
*He takes the parchment back and turns it over once, not opening it.* Unbroken. *A pause.* Most come back to me with it opened, or with a very good account of why it is not on them at all. Sit down. There is a smith in the second circle who owes me a favour older than you are.
reply #4 q_pld_rtn
It is unbroken. I am ready.
entry #9
*The sword is finished: Gondorian steel, plain as a wall, and your sealed oath closed whole into the pommel where the smith bedded it.* There. Now you cannot put it down without noticing. *Hallas almost smiles.* Greater charges will be laid on it than I can give. Carry it until they are.
reply #5
Not yet. I will come back.
entry #3 (if q_pld_c_s2w)
*Hallas glances at the seal on your belt and shakes his head, unhurried.* Still whole, I see, and still young. That is no fault. Go and get some more of the world on you, and then come back.
reply #6 “Fare you well, Hallas.”
entry #2 (if q_pld_c_s1r)
*He takes a folded parchment from his belt, sets it on the stone, and heats his seal-ring at the brazier.* Words go out of a man. Ink stays. *The wax takes the Tree.* Carry this -- east, west, wherever you are sent. Do not open it. Bring it back to me unbroken when you have made the words in it true rather than merely said, and I will know without reading it.
reply #2 q_pld_tok
Seal it. I will carry it and not open it.
entry #8
*He folds your fingers shut over the sealed parchment himself.* Unbroken, mind. If it comes back opened I shall know, and worse, so shall you.
reply #3
Later, Hallas. Hold it for me a while.
entry #1 (if q_pld_c_s1w)
*Hallas straightens a little.* Sworn, then. Good. *He looks you over without hurry.* You have the look of a man in a hurry to be tested, and I will not test you -- the road will. Come back to me when you have some years on you, and we will put the thing in writing.
reply #6 “Fare you well, Hallas.”
entry #0 (if q_pld_c_off)
*The old knight does not turn at once; he is watching the eastern sky over the parapet, the way a man watches weather he already knows the name of.* You will forgive me. It is an old habit and a bad one -- there has been nothing to see out there for a long while, and I look anyway. *He turns.* Hallas. I keep the oath here, which is a way of saying they have not yet found anything better for me to do.
reply #0 q_pld_oath
I will swear it. Say the words and I will say them after you.
entry #7
*Hallas has you say it out on the wall, in the open, where the wind takes half of it -- and that, he says, is the point; a thing said in a quiet room is only a thought with witnesses. Then he presses a small worn token into your hand.* Keep that where you can feel it. It works no wonder. It only remembers.
reply #1
Gondor keeps its wall and I keep my road. Good day.
entry #6
*The old knight gives you a civil nod and goes back to watching the eastern sky, which is doing nothing at all.*
reply #6 “Fare you well, Hallas.”

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entry #0
*The old knight does not turn at once; he is watching the eastern sky over the parapet, the way a man watches weather he already knows the name of.* You will forgive me. It is an old habit and a bad one -- there has been nothing to see out there for a long while, and I look anyway. *He turns.* Hallas. I keep the oath here, which is a way of saying they have not yet found anything better for me to do.
entry #1
*Hallas straightens a little.* Sworn, then. Good. *He looks you over without hurry.* You have the look of a man in a hurry to be tested, and I will not test you -- the road will. Come back to me when you have some years on you, and we will put the thing in writing.
entry #2
*He takes a folded parchment from his belt, sets it on the stone, and heats his seal-ring at the brazier.* Words go out of a man. Ink stays. *The wax takes the Tree.* Carry this -- east, west, wherever you are sent. Do not open it. Bring it back to me unbroken when you have made the words in it true rather than merely said, and I will know without reading it.
entry #3
*Hallas glances at the seal on your belt and shakes his head, unhurried.* Still whole, I see, and still young. That is no fault. Go and get some more of the world on you, and then come back.
entry #4
*He takes the parchment back and turns it over once, not opening it.* Unbroken. *A pause.* Most come back to me with it opened, or with a very good account of why it is not on them at all. Sit down. There is a smith in the second circle who owes me a favour older than you are.
entry #5
*Hallas leans on the parapet.* Sworn, kept, and set in steel. That is the first of it -- and only the first. *He looks east again.* There is a field out there that will want every oath Gondor can raise, and a gate beyond it, and a thing on the wind above both that no man may kill. Not today. Go well, Oathsworn.
entry #6
*The old knight gives you a civil nod and goes back to watching the eastern sky, which is doing nothing at all.*
entry #7
*Hallas has you say it out on the wall, in the open, where the wind takes half of it -- and that, he says, is the point; a thing said in a quiet room is only a thought with witnesses. Then he presses a small worn token into your hand.* Keep that where you can feel it. It works no wonder. It only remembers.
entry #8
*He folds your fingers shut over the sealed parchment himself.* Unbroken, mind. If it comes back opened I shall know, and worse, so shall you.
entry #9
*The sword is finished: Gondorian steel, plain as a wall, and your sealed oath closed whole into the pommel where the smith bedded it.* There. Now you cannot put it down without noticing. *Hallas almost smiles.* Greater charges will be laid on it than I can give. Carry it until they are.

PC replies — flat index

reply #0 q_pld_oath
I will swear it. Say the words and I will say them after you.
reply #1
Gondor keeps its wall and I keep my road. Good day.
reply #2 q_pld_tok
Seal it. I will carry it and not open it.
reply #3
Later, Hallas. Hold it for me a while.
reply #4 q_pld_rtn
It is unbroken. I am ready.
reply #5
Not yet. I will come back.
reply #6
Fare you well, Hallas.