Planescape: Torment/Quotes
The Nameless One
No wonder my back hurts, there's a whole damn novel written on it. |
I wonder what I did to make death reject me. |
Fear names. Names have power in identity. Others can use names as weapons. Names are a hook that can be used to track you ... Remain nameless, and you shall be safe. |
I am the Nameless One.
—Inscription on a Tomb
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Narrator: [On opening the Bronze Sphere]: The sphere wrinkles in your hands, the skin of the sphere peeling away into tears and turning into a rain of bronze that encircles you. Each droplet, each fragment that enters you, you feel a new memory stirring, a lost love, a forgotten pain, an ache of loss - and with it, comes the great pressure of regret, regret of careless actions, the regret of suffering, regret of war, regret of death, and you feel your mind begin buckling from the pressure - so MUCH, all at once, so much damage done to others... so much so an entire FORTRESS may be built from such pain. And suddenly, through the torrent of regrets, you feel the first incarnation again. His hand, invisible and weightless, is upon your shoulder, steadying you. He doesn't speak, but with his touch, you suddenly remember your name...and it is such a simple thing, not at all what you thought it might be, and you feel yourself suddenly comforted. In knowing your name, your true name, you know that you have gained back perhaps the most important part of yourself. In knowing your name, you know yourself, and you know, now, there is very little you cannot do. |
Nameless One: What can change the nature of a man? |
Morte
The Mortuary, a big, black structure with all the architectural charm of a pregnant spider. |
The Rule of Three is... one of those 'laws' about the Planes, about everything tending to happen in threes... or everything's composed of three parts, or there's always three choices, and so on and so forth. |
Sigil is a ring shaped city that's squatting on an infinitely tall spire on what some claim to be the centre of the planes. Of course, how it can be at the top of an infinitely tall tower and how it can be at the centre of the planes raises some questions. |
You know, it wouldn't kill you to show a little civility, fiendling. Or hug me...or kiss me. |
An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path, right? He wasn't certain of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He'd sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: 'Now your third wish. What will it be?' |
Dak'kon
Hail... traveller. Your eyes have the weight of one who has travelled long to be in this place. |
Your path is mine. |
Steel marks flesh, but flesh cannot mark steel. |
When a mind does not know itself, then it is flawed. When a mind is flawed, the man is flawed. When the man is flawed, that which he touches is flawed. It is said that what a flawed man sees, his hands make broken. |
There cannot be two skies! |
In knowing the teachings of Zerthimon, I have become stronger. |
[Memory] The emaciated Zerth lies broken before you, his skin ashen and coal black eyes focusing on nothing. But you know that these are the least of his wounds; it is faith that dealt him the mortal blow. |
[Last words] I may be bested in battle, but I shall never be defeated. |
Deionarra
You! What is it that brings you here? Perhaps, even in death, I still hold some shred of use for you... [Hisses] My Love? |
You are one who is both blessed and cursed, my love. And you are one who is never far from my thoughts and heart. |
The nature of you curse should be apparent to you, death rejects you, your memories abandon you. Do you not pause and wonder why? |
I shall wait for you in Death's halls, My Love. |
Annah
[First meeting with the Nameless One] Looks like the Dusties lost one of their deaders! |
[To Morte] Get yer eyes off my arse! |
Aye, now what yeh be wantin' to know about me for? Are yeh jest bored? It's not some grand tale, it isn't, so if yeh're expecting some epic yeh'd best go rattle yer bone-box at someone else, jig? |
[The Nameless One] matters more to me than life! |
Fall-from-Grace
Through observation, sensation and experience shall the truth of the multiverse be revealed. |
[When being clicked repeatedly] Simple minds, simple pleasures... |
May my faith lend me strength... |
Ignus
Ignus hears you. |
Ignus wishesss to BURN. |
RI-KA-SHA! |
One day, Ignus will kill you all. |
Master...forgive me. I have betrayed your teaching. |
Nordom
Identification of self was compromised by doubtings + mullings + analysis. |
I think, therefore I am... I think. |
Coaxmetal
I forge the weapons by which the universe will be unmade. |
Metal is like flesh. Both carry potential in their veins. When tempered with heat and pressure, the potential surfaces. |
There are no limits. Limits are but a link in the chain of order. All limits must be shattered. |
All must fall on Entropy's blade. The time comes when it will be necessary to breach the walls of creation. Order will be put to the sword. Its chains will be broken. The Multiverse will be unmade. |
Immortality is only a word. All that exists can die. Every living thing has a weapon against which it has no defense. Time. Disease. Iron. Guilt. |
Nameless One: What happened to the legions that once used this tower? |
Yves Tale-Chaser
Yves: Greetings. I am Yves Tale Chaser. |
Once upon a time, a girl came to an oracle who was rumored to know many things and asked of it a boon. Her life was in need of direction, so she asked this oracle as to what would give her purpose... |
Once upon a time, there existed a Modron. It was newly-created, its logic fresh and untested, and it had come to Sigil, following the commands of its Modron superiors. —"The Clock and the Quadrome"
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The tale concerns a suitor of Lady of Pain, one of many over the years. He was a young man who was obsessed with the Mistress of Sigil. He saw her everywhere, in every corner of her city. He would hear the rustling of her robes, the scrape of her blades, and grew infatuated beyond all reason. He hoped that if he worshipped her, that he would at last be able to see her... and so worship her he did. —"The Lady's Suitor"
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Ravel
Ravel: Well now, my pretty thing, have you returned at last? You were a-gone so long a time that I a-feared you forgot poor, lonely Ravel. |
[To Nordom] There is no room for "2" in the world of 1s and 0s, no place for "mayhap" in a house of trues and falses, and no "green with envy" in a black-and-white world. |
I have forgotten more of the Art than you shall ever know. |
I am but a woman who has sorely...soarly? Soarly missed her beloved creation. Some have named me crone, gray lady, Yaga sister, night hag -- but myself is my name, Ravel, Ravel who puzzles well, providing conundrums to decipher and laying impossibilities low. |
You have forgotten your place, half-man. Humility is in order. |
Trias, The Betrayer
And what would you wish of me, mortal? Speak your mind and leave me to my memories of paradise. |
How is it that you believe that you have earned the right to any truths in this life or the next? Such arrogance. |
Trias: I will not be judged by you mortal; not when you have lived the lives you have. Let me tell you of Betrayal: betrayal is cowardice... selling weapons to your adversaries out of fear that they might stop killing each other and turn upon you. Betrayal is refusing to lead by example. Betrayal is letting the Fiends run rampart through the Planes until evil has corrupted all hearts. [Summons demons to fight for him.] |
Why are you so surprised? You have wandered in great circles across the planes in these countless lives you have lived. Such symmetry. Such futility. Go now, back to where it began. Go back, and die. |
Nameless One: Have you forgotten the face of your father, Trias? |
Vhailor
Perfection through punishment. |
Justice is not blind... for I am Her eyes! |
Vhailor: When the injustice is great enough, justice will lend me the strength needed to correct it. None may stand against it. It will shatter every barrier, sunder any shield, tear through any enchantment, and lend its servant the power to pass sentence. Know this: There is nothing on all the Planes that can stay the hand of justice when it is brought against them. It may unmake armies. It may sunder the thrones of gods. Know that for all who betray justice, I am their fate. And fate carries an executioner's axe. |
Other
Dhall: Know you? Ha, I have never known you, Restless One, [There is a trace of bitterness in the scribe's voice], no more than you have known yourself... for you have forgotten again, haven't you? |
Elderly Hive Dweller: I'll bet ye've got all sorts o' barmy questions! [Mimics your heroic stance] Greetin's, I have some questions... can ye tell me about this place? Who's the Lady o' Pain? I'm lookin' fer the magic Girdle of Swank Iron, have ye seen it? Do ye know where a portal ta the 2,817th Plane o' the Abyss might be? Do ye know where the Holy Flamin' Frost-Brand Gronk-Slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' Woundin' an' Returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-Out-Yer-Bum is? |
Fell: The flesh knows it suffers even when the mind has forgotten. |
Nameless One: This? This is just a frame. |
Buried Villager: Who am I? [Laughes bitterly] You might as well ask a grain of sand for its name, cutter, because that's how important I am. |
Pharod: [Chuckles] A piece of wisdom, corpse. A man is often wrong about a great many things... and a dead man has been wrong one too many times. |
Lothar: You truly know very little, about very little. Have you bashed your head against every rock that has fallen from the Mountain of Ignorance? |
Nixl Xander: They do not possess the true fire. They speak of creation and they boast of their potential but they do not create anything beyond the mundane. Their imagination is poor, obsessed with the small details. A true Dreamer, I say, creates a grand scheme and then concentrates on the details. Starting with the details is for the ants of the imagination - the small insects who aspire only to be fed. |
The Pillar of Skulls: Meaning and death is what you seek... Two separate things they are for a normal man. But for you... one and the same. |
Conversations
Morte: Look, chief, these dead chits are the last chance for a couple of charming young bashers like us. We need to be chivalrous - no hacking off limbs or bashing them to pulp looking for keys. |
Pharod: Dead men can keep no promises and promises to dead men are easy enough to make, corpse. |
Pharod: [Laughs] These catacombs are as deep as a Dustie's pockets. |
Qui-Shan: Your patience... is noted. Qui-Shan... will speak... with you... now. |
Nameless One: You're going to eat me? |
Fall-from-Grace: You know, Nordrom, you are perhaps the cutest little rogue modron I have ever encountered. |
Nordom: Attention: Morte. I have a question. Do you have a destiny? A purpose? |
Morte: Hey Nordom, knock-knock. |
Nordom: Attention, Fall-from-Grace. I wish to address your body. |
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, I'm curious... What are you? |
Fall-from-Grace: Morte, I'm curious... What are you? |