Story
Gorf
Interact (92)
- (gulp) Ahhh…
- I shan’t forget your kindness.
- I’m Gorf by the way. (burp)
- Or even a mushroom to spare?
- Or your… (sniffs) odd scent.
- Perhaps you have a remedy?
- Please, take this. It’s a small thanks.
- Some would even hoard them.
- Thank you, stranger.
- These used to grow everywhere.
- Well… (cough) I am a little unwell.
- You’re concerned... about me?
- (gulp) I hope this does the trick, but...
- Anyway (burp) – your reward.
- But I do hope this one passes.
- Don't worry.
- Is there such a thing?
- I’m sure the mushroom will work wonders.
- Well, there are worse maladies for certain.
- What if this ailment is a malady of the mind?
- A reason to sing again.
- Finally, I have a reason to sing again.
- Here you are. (burps)
- I forgot to repay your kindness.
- I need an audience… a mate!
- It’s obvious...
- I’ll croak and croon like a young toad.
- I’ve forgotten my purpose.
- Oh… wait. Forgive me.
- Perhaps this tonic is the cure to all my ills?
- Surely, that’ll attract a potential paramour.
- Why croak? Why sing at all?
- Yes, that’s it.
- (burp) You know… I’ve got an idea.
- (gulp) Mmm… thank you, friend. Here.
- A great marsh, teeming with potential mates, just past Blackridge.
- I know just the spot.
- (begins his frog song again)
- After I cough up a reward of course. (burp)
- I'll keep croaking.
- Surely, there's more than madmen here.
- I need…
- Just... leave me.
- Let nature take its course.
- Mm…
- Need… help…
- ‘Tis a kind mercy.
- …a potion… perhaps
- (exhausted sigh)
- ... (gulp)
- Good. He didn’t choke.
- He rests now.
- And she’s wonderful company.
- As are you, too. Of course.
- But it called you... and Hilga.
- I hope she returns soon.
- I thought all my croaking had been for naught.
- In song! (croaks)
- Oh, and this.
- Please, no more gifts.
- You know...
- By the way...
- She’ll be staying here.
- And I have you to thank for all this.
- Now… may we have some privacy?
- Oh, and the moonshine I suppose.
- Quite the mate.
- She’s a catch, no?
- Don’t worry.
- Enjoy the symphony of life.
- I have all that I need now.
- I shan’t be needing any more mushrooms.
- Or delectable draughts.
- Perhaps it may cure your troubles, too?
- Take a moment to rest.
- You’re welcome any time.
- A fine young toad, no?
- Ahh... I'm feeling better already.
- My condition is improving... I think.
- Thank you... my throat dry was a desert.
- Don't worry. I can see you have little to share.
- A potion of sorts?
- From a strange sack-headed fellow
- I think I’ve seen brigands drinking it.
- It tasted rotten, but it put a spring in my step.
- Surely, there’s something?
- What did he call it… "lunar radiance"?
- You know I once had a powerful tonic.
- It’s probably for the best.
- Surely, no elixir can solve all my troubles?
- I don't really need any more of that elixer.
- Oh, don't worry, friend.
Greeting (32)
- Don’t trouble yourself.
- Just got a "frog" in my throat... so to speak.
- (munching) Don't mind me. I'm still chewing on your gift.
- Have another mushroom to spare?
- I seem… unable to croak and call like I once did.
- My strange ailment lingers.
- Oh, it's you again.
- I … I don’t know what’s wrong.
- I'm feeling... bold again.
- Is there a remedy for that?
- Oh, it’s you—isn’t it?
- Perhaps what ails me is a lack of courage?
- Why hello there, friend.
- You heard my pathetic croak?
- (sigh) Oh, it’s only you again.
- And, well, my throat’s rather dry.
- I had hoped to find a suitable mate by now.
- I'll be departing soon.
- Perhaps you could help wet my whistle?
- (croaks sonorously)
- (sigh) What a mess...
- I think I might give up on singing and searching for love.
- It only brings trouble.
- Don’t waste your draught on me.
- He rests now.
- Now I’ve done my part.
- You do yours.
- I feel right as rain. Well, mostly.
- Welcome back, friend.
- Back so soon?
- Yes, yes. I’m here and I am… much improved.
- Very, very busy.
Master Tree (13)
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Far Greeting (7)
- (cough)
- (quiet croak)
- (friendly croak)
- (croak splutters into a cough)
- (croaks merrily)
- (long sigh)
- (croaks excitedly)
Interact Corpse (7)
- A madman no doubt.
- Even in life, he smelled rotten.
- He ran in, raving about some “Great Frogga.”
- It seems my song has attracted the wrong sort of company.
- Even in life, they smelled rotten.
- Madmen no doubt.
- Theye ran in, raving about some “Great Frogga.”
Frog Interact (3)
- (sigh) I just can’t relate to these other frogs.
- (sigh) We’re almost a different species.
- No, no no… she won’t do.
Cult Corpse (2)
- It seems my song has attracted the wrong sort of company.
- … “wear” me.
Greetingfar (1)
- (ribbits happily)