Conversation: q_rog_conv
Triggered by
- creature NPC Fenn the Shade
q_rog_fenn
Scripts referenced
| Script | Slot | In module | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|
q_rog_oath | action | ✓ | |
q_rog_tok | action | ✓ | |
q_rog_rtn | action | ✓ | |
q_rog_c_dn | active | ✓ | |
q_rog_c_s2r | active | ✓ | |
q_rog_c_s2w | active | ✓ | |
q_rog_c_s1r | active | ✓ | |
q_rog_c_s1w | active | ✓ | |
q_rog_c_off | active | ✓ |
Quest entries granted
| Quest | Tag | Step(s) |
|---|---|---|
| The Long Shadow | rog_shadow | 1, 2, 3 |
Starting entries
- entry #5 (if
q_rog_c_dn) — *Fenn lifts his cup a hair in salute.* Into the net, and the blade to show for i… - entry #4 (if
q_rog_c_s2r) — *He weighs the token in his palm and almost smiles.* Fifteen levels, and it came… - entry #3 (if
q_rog_c_s2w) — *Fenn glances at where the token rides hidden on you.* Not yet. That cipher's wa… - entry #2 (if
q_rog_c_s1r) — *He turns a small black token over in his fingers, then stills.* There's a watch… - entry #1 (if
q_rog_c_s1w) — *Fenn's eyes flick to the door and back.* Sworn, are you -- good. But the net is… - entry #0 (if
q_rog_c_off) — *A hooded man in a doorway's shadow marks you with a glance and does not look aw… - entry #6 — *The hooded man gives you the barest nod.* Well met. I keep to my corner and 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_rog_c_dn) ¶
*Fenn lifts his cup a hair in salute.* Into the net, and the blade to show for it -- you've walked the first of the quiet road, and walked it clean. There are longer shadows yet, when the East and the spider's country come calling. But that's a tale for a darker night. Keep to the shadow, friend.
reply #6 ¶
Fare you well, Fenn.
entry #4 (if q_rog_c_s2r) ¶
*He weighs the token in his palm and almost smiles.* Fifteen levels, and it came home unseen -- I knew my eye. There's good steel hidden in the core of the thing; a waste to leave it a coin. I've a fence two doors down who owes me a favour and asks no questions. Let him work it into a blade for you. Shall it be done?
reply #4 → q_rog_rtn ¶
Work it into a blade. I'm ready.
entry #9 ¶
*A night later the fence's work is done: a slim, blacked blade that throws back no light.* There -- the Nightthorn. No relic of the Elder Days, mind; only patient steel for a patient hand. It won't glint at the wrong moment. You've walked the first of the quiet road -- keep to the shadow, friend.
reply #5 ¶
Not yet. I'll return.
entry #3 (if q_rog_c_s2w) ¶
*Fenn glances at where the token rides hidden on you.* Not yet. That cipher's walked long roads and it isn't done walking. Come back when you've fifteen levels behind you, and we'll see what's inside it.
↩ reply #6 “Fare you well, Fenn.”
entry #2 (if q_rog_c_s1r) ¶
*He turns a small black token over in his fingers, then stills.* There's a watchword the Long Shadow passes hand to hand -- a cipher only our folk can read. One of ours went quiet on the East Road and this is all that came back. *He sets it on the table between you.* Carry it unseen through the wide world -- no guard's eye on it, no questions asked -- and bring it back to me when you've grown into the craft. Five levels more, to fifteen. Will you bear it?
reply #2 → q_rog_tok ¶
Give me the token. I'll carry it unseen.
entry #8 ¶
*He palms the token into your pack himself, so smooth you barely feel it.* Carry it well, and carry it quiet. Steel keeps faith with the hand that never dropped it -- come back at fifteen and we'll see it made into something with an edge.
reply #3 ¶
Later, Fenn. Keep it safe for now.
entry #1 (if q_rog_c_s1w) ¶
*Fenn's eyes flick to the door and back.* Sworn, are you -- good. But the net is proved in leagues walked unseen, not words. Go and ply the trade; grow sharp. Come back to me when you've eight levels of the rogue's craft behind you, and I'll trust you with something that matters.
↩ reply #6 “Fare you well, Fenn.”
entry #0 (if q_rog_c_off) ¶
*A hooded man in a doorway's shadow marks you with a glance and does not look away.* Fenn, folk call me -- when they call me anything. I keep an eye on the road for those who'd rather the road did not notice them. There's a net of us, quiet folk who watch the watchers -- the Long Shadow, we name it, for we count the Enemy's spies so honest men need not. You move light on your feet. Care to swear into the net, and let me set you on the quiet road?
reply #0 → q_rog_oath ¶
I'll keep to the shadow. I swear it.
entry #7 ¶
*Fenn presses a folded ash-grey cloak into your hands, quick and unshowy.* Sworn, then. The Shadowmantle -- wear it, and learn to be where no one's looking. Go and grow sharp; come back at your eighth level and I'll trust you with the real work.
reply #1 ¶
I keep to no one's net. Good day.
NPC lines (entries) — flat index
entry #0
*A hooded man in a doorway's shadow marks you with a glance and does not look away.* Fenn, folk call me -- when they call me anything. I keep an eye on the road for those who'd rather the road did not notice them. There's a net of us, quiet folk who watch the watchers -- the Long Shadow, we name it, for we count the Enemy's spies so honest men need not. You move light on your feet. Care to swear into the net, and let me set you on the quiet road?
- → reply #0 “I'll keep to the shadow. I swear it.”
- → reply #1 “I keep to no one's net. Good day.”
entry #1
*Fenn's eyes flick to the door and back.* Sworn, are you -- good. But the net is proved in leagues walked unseen, not words. Go and ply the trade; grow sharp. Come back to me when you've eight levels of the rogue's craft behind you, and I'll trust you with something that matters.
- → reply #6 “Fare you well, Fenn.”
entry #2
*He turns a small black token over in his fingers, then stills.* There's a watchword the Long Shadow passes hand to hand -- a cipher only our folk can read. One of ours went quiet on the East Road and this is all that came back. *He sets it on the table between you.* Carry it unseen through the wide world -- no guard's eye on it, no questions asked -- and bring it back to me when you've grown into the craft. Five levels more, to fifteen. Will you bear it?
- → reply #2 “Give me the token. I'll carry it unseen.”
- → reply #3 “Later, Fenn. Keep it safe for now.”
entry #3
*Fenn glances at where the token rides hidden on you.* Not yet. That cipher's walked long roads and it isn't done walking. Come back when you've fifteen levels behind you, and we'll see what's inside it.
- → child “Fare you well, Fenn.”
entry #4
*He weighs the token in his palm and almost smiles.* Fifteen levels, and it came home unseen -- I knew my eye. There's good steel hidden in the core of the thing; a waste to leave it a coin. I've a fence two doors down who owes me a favour and asks no questions. Let him work it into a blade for you. Shall it be done?
- → reply #4 “Work it into a blade. I'm ready.”
- → reply #5 “Not yet. I'll return.”
entry #5
*Fenn lifts his cup a hair in salute.* Into the net, and the blade to show for it -- you've walked the first of the quiet road, and walked it clean. There are longer shadows yet, when the East and the spider's country come calling. But that's a tale for a darker night. Keep to the shadow, friend.
- → child “Fare you well, Fenn.”
entry #6
*The hooded man gives you the barest nod.* Well met. I keep to my corner and my own counsel -- watching's a quiet trade, and no business of folk who don't share it. Go safely.
- → child “Fare you well, Fenn.”
entry #7
*Fenn presses a folded ash-grey cloak into your hands, quick and unshowy.* Sworn, then. The Shadowmantle -- wear it, and learn to be where no one's looking. Go and grow sharp; come back at your eighth level and I'll trust you with the real work.
entry #8
*He palms the token into your pack himself, so smooth you barely feel it.* Carry it well, and carry it quiet. Steel keeps faith with the hand that never dropped it -- come back at fifteen and we'll see it made into something with an edge.
entry #9
*A night later the fence's work is done: a slim, blacked blade that throws back no light.* There -- the Nightthorn. No relic of the Elder Days, mind; only patient steel for a patient hand. It won't glint at the wrong moment. You've walked the first of the quiet road -- keep to the shadow, friend.
PC replies — flat index
reply #0 →
q_rog_oathI'll keep to the shadow. I swear it.
- → entry #7 “*Fenn presses a folded ash-grey cloak into your hands, quick and unshowy.* Sworn…”
reply #1
I keep to no one's net. Good day.
reply #2 →
q_rog_tokGive me the token. I'll carry it unseen.
- → entry #8 “*He palms the token into your pack himself, so smooth you barely feel it.* Carry…”
reply #3
Later, Fenn. Keep it safe for now.
reply #4 →
q_rog_rtnWork it into a blade. I'm ready.
- → entry #9 “*A night later the fence's work is done: a slim, blacked blade that throws back…”
reply #5
Not yet. I'll return.
reply #6
Fare you well, Fenn.